It Was All Right - Harry/Ron

[icarus]

Another drabble request, this is number seven of twenty (yes, they're going up -- people keep adding more) for ragnhildholm, Harry/Ron. This is my first attempt at a post OotP fic.


It Was All Right
by Icarus



The sun slowly settled beyond the outline of the Forbidden Forest. Harry leaned both elbows on Ron's shoulders and stared off into the distance, not really seeing the sunset, magnificent though it was. Ron shifted uncomfortably.

"You're getting heavy."

Harry leaned a little harder, wrinkling his nose in an impish grin.

"Harry..." Ron complained, "you're such a dick sometimes."

He relented, and nuzzled into Ron's hair and hummed in his ear, slightly off-key:

"Weasley is my king,
he can do most anything,
that's why Gryffindors all sing -
- Weasley is my king..."

Ron glowed, his chin dropped in embarrassment. "You're a dreadful singer, Harry. I think I hear Fang howling. No - wait - he's gone deaf."

Harry cuffed him, laughing. But he didn't draw away.

Ron eyed him cautiously, up and down, for a pregnant moment. If anyone caught them even sitting like this it was a good bet they'd hear about it. But there was an undefinable line they usually didn't cross. Usually. Just friends.

Still, lately Harry had taken to staring off in the distance, then becoming suddenly present and doing things... well. It was crazy. It was also hard to say no, who could say why? Because he was Harry Potter? Because he was his friend?

Warm arms slid around Ron's waist, causing Ron's pulse to race, and then Harry rested his chin on his shoulder. A puff of a sigh breathed across Ron's cheek.

It was all right.

Comments

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I deliberately left it open-ended, with only a few hints of what's going on under the surface. I was interested in what people would see in it, sort of in the same way that I wouldn't tell people if I was male or female, just because I wondered what they thought and why.

My own perspective (which is no less valid than anyone else's) is that Ron is not in love with Harry, but it is pulled along by the force of Harry's personality and... I hate the word destiny, so let's say circumstances. And his caring for him, understanding Harry and what he needs. He doesn't quite understand why Harry acts the way he does, but he does know what it is he needs. But it's almost non-consensual. He's leery of whenever they cross that line even as his body reacts (both fear, trepidation and natural desire).

Harry for his part does not know what the future holds. He now knows that he's going to have to face Voldemort, and doesn't know how that's going to come out. So he's brooding a little on the past (his parents, Sirius, all that Voldemort has done to him), the future (how can he face this?) -- then pulls himself out of it to swing to the opposite extreme, to live for the moment. Things that he would hold back from well, he's like -- fuck it, I'm going for it now. Who cares what anyone thinks?

Icarus

ah, geez.

[merrycontrary.livejournal.com]

I was gonna write a review about how warm and home-y this H/R made me feel. But now, wow, that's kinda bittersweet. It's all based in love still (even if on Ron's part that love is platonic), but it adds in an undercurrent of fear and desperation, and I just wanna give 'em huggles and tell 'em everything'll be alright.