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Nov. 16th, 2005 08:42 pmmyficsTitle: Everything
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,541
Warnings: Slash, under-aged wizards doing naughty things to each other (no sex), etc.
Summary: Fleur had her sister, Gabrielle. Understandable. Krum and Diggory had girls to save. Romantic. But Harry…Harry had Ron. Where did that leave him?
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Dedication: HAPPY BIRTHDAY,kerryblaze! Have a great one!
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, WB, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, yada yada yada. Honestly. If you people are stupid enough to think that I own them, then you need to see what sort of craphole I live in. :)
The worst part was after. After the crowd had left, after the cheers had faded, after Hermione had run away crying and calling them stupid, all that was left was Harry and Ron, left alone to their own thoughts and their shared tension. That was the worst. Hell, Harry couldn’t even look him in the eye.
If they had been twelve years old and Harry had been forced to rescue Ron from the bottom of a lake because he was what Harry would miss most, it would’ve been cute and sweet. But they were fourteen now so it had this whole other dimension. Fleur had her sister, Gabrielle. Understandable. Krum and Diggory had girls to save. Romantic. But Harry…Harry had Ron. Where did that leave him?
He couldn’t even stand to be within twenty feet of Ron, much less look at him, but he could feel Ron’s eyes boring into the back of his head. Why was this so weird?
Because he’s not your sibling. So what does that make him?
The voice in Harry’s head had a point. What did that make Ron?
You can’t look at him because you don’t want to admit what you already know.
“I don’t know anything!” Harry thought forcefully against the voice in his head.
That much is obvious.
“Shut up, you cocky little prat!” Harry thought back.
Look at him. Look at him and tell me that you don’t know.
Harry finally turned around and met Ron’s eyes.
Go on then, tell me. Tell me that you don’t know why you had to save him.
Ron was staring silently at him, obviously waiting for Harry to speak first. The voice in his head began taunting him. Admit it! Admit it! YOU KNOW! What is he to you, eh, Potter? Just say it! Admit it to yourself!
“All right, all right! Of course I know. How could I not!?” Harry mentally shouted at the voice. He could just see it smirking at him, though he wasn’t quite sure how a voice could smirk.
“Ron,” Harry licked at his lips nervously. “Uh, listen…about the whole…thing.”
“Why me?” Ron whispered. “Fleur had a sister. Krum and Diggory had girlfriends. And you…well, you had me.”
“Yeah, I did,” Harry said, sitting down on the long-empty bleachers and putting his head in his hands.
Ron sat down next to him and sighed, staring at the lake. “Why me, Harry?”
Harry couldn’t think of a single way to voice what he was feeling without scaring Ron into running straight back to Gryffindor Tower and hiding under his bed. Every sentence that came to mind was worse than the previous. Because I’m a flaming poofter. That wouldn’t do. Because I wank to the mental image of your body pressed up against mine. Definitely not. Because I want you to shag me senseless. No, that wouldn’t work at all. Because I love you. Yeah, that would be perfect. Harry would say that, Ron would hex him back into last week and run like hell. No, there was no way to put into words why it had been Ron. How on Earth could he tell his best friend that he was what he would miss most because he was his everything?
After weighing his options, Harry said simply, “Because you were what I’d miss most, I guess.”
“But WHY, Harry? Why me? Why not some bird or your broomstick or anything but me?”
“They didn’t give me a choice, you know, Ron. I didn’t get to decide who would go down there.”
“Not consciously, no! But…somehow…in the back of your mind, you did! And I want to know why it was me! I have a right to know, Harry!” Ron was mad by now, angrily pacing back and forth in front of the bleachers, his hands crammed roughly into his pockets.
Harry didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.
“Harry,” Ron said, sitting down on the bleachers again and putting his head in his hands, “I just want to know why. Everyone else had a reason for why their hostage was what they’d miss most. But there’s no rhyme or reason as to why you picked me. Gabrielle is Fleur’s sister, Hermione and Cho are Krum and Diggory’s girlfriends. I’m…I’m just your friend, right? I mean…what am I to you that I'd be what you miss most? Just tell me, Harry. Please. I just want to understand.”
Harry let Ron’s words sink into him, cutting into his soul. Ron was right. He did have a right to know. “Everything,” he whispered, the word barely audible.
“What?” Ron asked, his eyes widening.
“You wanted to know what you are to me. I just told you. ‘Everything.’ That’s what you are to me.”
Ron stared at Harry, agape for several moments while Harry patiently waited for the inevitable punching and running, but nothing happened. Ron just continued to sit and stare. Finally, he seemed to recover his voice, because in a tiny, high-pitched squeak he asked, “ME?”
“Yes, you.”
They returned to their silence for a few moments, and then, quite suddenly, Ron turned, pounced on Harry, pushing him onto his back on the cold, hard, bleacher, and kissed him.
“W-w-what are you doing?” Harry asked.
“Shut up, Harry. If I think too much, I’ll stop.”
Harry just nodded and kissed back. His senses went briefly on overload as he tried to process everything at once. The feel of Ron’s hands in his hair, the taste of Ron on his tongue, the musky smell of Ron luring him in, the sight of Ron hovering over him, and the sound of their lips as they slipped inexpertly against each other; it all overpowered him and for a moment he felt like he might pass out. But then he felt something hard pressing against his belly and it shocked him back to the present and to a form of consciousness so aware that he was sure it was a phenomenon worthy of Trelawney.
Suddenly it was like he could sense and feel everything. It happened so fast that it almost took his breath away. He could feel Ron’s cock pressing against him even through both of their trousers and the voice in his head said in a rather amazed voice, See? I told you to tell him. Feel that, Potter? Ron’s hard. He’s hard for you. All because of you, Harry. Everything because of you. Harry reached slowly for the buckle of Ron’s trousers and heard Ron’s breath hitch the moment he made contact.
“Sorry,” Harry blushed. “Is this not okay? I’m sorry.”
“No! No.” Ron smiled. “Just wasn’t expecting it.” He leaned down and kissed Harry again.
Harry grinned into the kiss and tugged the zipper down enough to reach his hand in and grip Ron’s cock. Ron immediately moaned into his mouth, something of a combination of “Fuck” and “Harry” so that it came out more like “Fuh-Kerry.”
Harry gave a tentative tug, his hand nervously shaking all the way. It was one thing to wank by himself, but everything was backwards and strange, but those noises Ron was making were just driving him insane and now his cock was straining against his trousers. He distantly felt Ron’s hand slide into his pants, and when Ron gave that first stroke he gasped into Ron’s mouth.
“God, Ron, that feels so good,” he whispered as Ron started sucking on the spot where his shoulder met his neck.
“Mmmm,” Ron mumbled against his neck, his voice hot and throaty against the moist skin.
Ron ran his thumb over the tip of Harry’s cock and Harry’s mind went blissfully blank for one moment, his hips bucking off the bleachers and into Ron’s hand. “Fuck, Ron,” he said, his voice almost a growl.
Curious, he did the same to Ron and watched in amazement as Ron arched his back gracefully, his head thrown back, and a look of sheer ecstasy on his face as curses spilled from his red, kiss-swollen lips intermixed with proclamations of Harry’s godliness.
Ron stroked him harder in return and Harry could feel himself teetering on the edge, not wanting it to be over so soon, but knowing that he couldn’t last much longer. Ron ground his hips against Harry’s hand, pushing their cocks as close as they could get through the thick fabric of their trousers, creating a friction so demanding that it tore a howl of pleasure from Harry, causing him to spill himself over Ron’s fingers.
Ron followed quickly, his mouth on Harry’s shoulder muffling his screams, but Harry could make out the phrase that Ron was repeating over and over. “Fuck, Harry. Oh, God. I love you, Harry. I fucking love you. Fuck fuck fuck. Love you so fucking much. Fuck.”
Harry felt Ron’s entire body go weak against him and let him lay there as long as he liked, his breath hot and ragged, ticking Harry’s chin. Finally, Ron looked up and met Harry’s eyes. “I was serious, you know. That wasn’t the orgasm talking. I love you.”
For the second time that night, Harry felt like he was about to faint. Instead, he took a deep breath, kissed Ron with everything he had, and whispered, “I love you, too.”
Hope you have a wonderful birthday, Kerry! *hugs*
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,541
Warnings: Slash, under-aged wizards doing naughty things to each other (no sex), etc.
Summary: Fleur had her sister, Gabrielle. Understandable. Krum and Diggory had girls to save. Romantic. But Harry…Harry had Ron. Where did that leave him?
Beta: The ever-lurvely
crystallekil.Dedication: HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
kerryblaze! Have a great one!Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, WB, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, yada yada yada. Honestly. If you people are stupid enough to think that I own them, then you need to see what sort of craphole I live in. :)
The worst part was after. After the crowd had left, after the cheers had faded, after Hermione had run away crying and calling them stupid, all that was left was Harry and Ron, left alone to their own thoughts and their shared tension. That was the worst. Hell, Harry couldn’t even look him in the eye.
If they had been twelve years old and Harry had been forced to rescue Ron from the bottom of a lake because he was what Harry would miss most, it would’ve been cute and sweet. But they were fourteen now so it had this whole other dimension. Fleur had her sister, Gabrielle. Understandable. Krum and Diggory had girls to save. Romantic. But Harry…Harry had Ron. Where did that leave him?
He couldn’t even stand to be within twenty feet of Ron, much less look at him, but he could feel Ron’s eyes boring into the back of his head. Why was this so weird?
Because he’s not your sibling. So what does that make him?
The voice in Harry’s head had a point. What did that make Ron?
You can’t look at him because you don’t want to admit what you already know.
“I don’t know anything!” Harry thought forcefully against the voice in his head.
That much is obvious.
“Shut up, you cocky little prat!” Harry thought back.
Look at him. Look at him and tell me that you don’t know.
Harry finally turned around and met Ron’s eyes.
Go on then, tell me. Tell me that you don’t know why you had to save him.
Ron was staring silently at him, obviously waiting for Harry to speak first. The voice in his head began taunting him. Admit it! Admit it! YOU KNOW! What is he to you, eh, Potter? Just say it! Admit it to yourself!
“All right, all right! Of course I know. How could I not!?” Harry mentally shouted at the voice. He could just see it smirking at him, though he wasn’t quite sure how a voice could smirk.
“Ron,” Harry licked at his lips nervously. “Uh, listen…about the whole…thing.”
“Why me?” Ron whispered. “Fleur had a sister. Krum and Diggory had girlfriends. And you…well, you had me.”
“Yeah, I did,” Harry said, sitting down on the long-empty bleachers and putting his head in his hands.
Ron sat down next to him and sighed, staring at the lake. “Why me, Harry?”
Harry couldn’t think of a single way to voice what he was feeling without scaring Ron into running straight back to Gryffindor Tower and hiding under his bed. Every sentence that came to mind was worse than the previous. Because I’m a flaming poofter. That wouldn’t do. Because I wank to the mental image of your body pressed up against mine. Definitely not. Because I want you to shag me senseless. No, that wouldn’t work at all. Because I love you. Yeah, that would be perfect. Harry would say that, Ron would hex him back into last week and run like hell. No, there was no way to put into words why it had been Ron. How on Earth could he tell his best friend that he was what he would miss most because he was his everything?
After weighing his options, Harry said simply, “Because you were what I’d miss most, I guess.”
“But WHY, Harry? Why me? Why not some bird or your broomstick or anything but me?”
“They didn’t give me a choice, you know, Ron. I didn’t get to decide who would go down there.”
“Not consciously, no! But…somehow…in the back of your mind, you did! And I want to know why it was me! I have a right to know, Harry!” Ron was mad by now, angrily pacing back and forth in front of the bleachers, his hands crammed roughly into his pockets.
Harry didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.
“Harry,” Ron said, sitting down on the bleachers again and putting his head in his hands, “I just want to know why. Everyone else had a reason for why their hostage was what they’d miss most. But there’s no rhyme or reason as to why you picked me. Gabrielle is Fleur’s sister, Hermione and Cho are Krum and Diggory’s girlfriends. I’m…I’m just your friend, right? I mean…what am I to you that I'd be what you miss most? Just tell me, Harry. Please. I just want to understand.”
Harry let Ron’s words sink into him, cutting into his soul. Ron was right. He did have a right to know. “Everything,” he whispered, the word barely audible.
“What?” Ron asked, his eyes widening.
“You wanted to know what you are to me. I just told you. ‘Everything.’ That’s what you are to me.”
Ron stared at Harry, agape for several moments while Harry patiently waited for the inevitable punching and running, but nothing happened. Ron just continued to sit and stare. Finally, he seemed to recover his voice, because in a tiny, high-pitched squeak he asked, “ME?”
“Yes, you.”
They returned to their silence for a few moments, and then, quite suddenly, Ron turned, pounced on Harry, pushing him onto his back on the cold, hard, bleacher, and kissed him.
“W-w-what are you doing?” Harry asked.
“Shut up, Harry. If I think too much, I’ll stop.”
Harry just nodded and kissed back. His senses went briefly on overload as he tried to process everything at once. The feel of Ron’s hands in his hair, the taste of Ron on his tongue, the musky smell of Ron luring him in, the sight of Ron hovering over him, and the sound of their lips as they slipped inexpertly against each other; it all overpowered him and for a moment he felt like he might pass out. But then he felt something hard pressing against his belly and it shocked him back to the present and to a form of consciousness so aware that he was sure it was a phenomenon worthy of Trelawney.
Suddenly it was like he could sense and feel everything. It happened so fast that it almost took his breath away. He could feel Ron’s cock pressing against him even through both of their trousers and the voice in his head said in a rather amazed voice, See? I told you to tell him. Feel that, Potter? Ron’s hard. He’s hard for you. All because of you, Harry. Everything because of you. Harry reached slowly for the buckle of Ron’s trousers and heard Ron’s breath hitch the moment he made contact.
“Sorry,” Harry blushed. “Is this not okay? I’m sorry.”
“No! No.” Ron smiled. “Just wasn’t expecting it.” He leaned down and kissed Harry again.
Harry grinned into the kiss and tugged the zipper down enough to reach his hand in and grip Ron’s cock. Ron immediately moaned into his mouth, something of a combination of “Fuck” and “Harry” so that it came out more like “Fuh-Kerry.”
Harry gave a tentative tug, his hand nervously shaking all the way. It was one thing to wank by himself, but everything was backwards and strange, but those noises Ron was making were just driving him insane and now his cock was straining against his trousers. He distantly felt Ron’s hand slide into his pants, and when Ron gave that first stroke he gasped into Ron’s mouth.
“God, Ron, that feels so good,” he whispered as Ron started sucking on the spot where his shoulder met his neck.
“Mmmm,” Ron mumbled against his neck, his voice hot and throaty against the moist skin.
Ron ran his thumb over the tip of Harry’s cock and Harry’s mind went blissfully blank for one moment, his hips bucking off the bleachers and into Ron’s hand. “Fuck, Ron,” he said, his voice almost a growl.
Curious, he did the same to Ron and watched in amazement as Ron arched his back gracefully, his head thrown back, and a look of sheer ecstasy on his face as curses spilled from his red, kiss-swollen lips intermixed with proclamations of Harry’s godliness.
Ron stroked him harder in return and Harry could feel himself teetering on the edge, not wanting it to be over so soon, but knowing that he couldn’t last much longer. Ron ground his hips against Harry’s hand, pushing their cocks as close as they could get through the thick fabric of their trousers, creating a friction so demanding that it tore a howl of pleasure from Harry, causing him to spill himself over Ron’s fingers.
Ron followed quickly, his mouth on Harry’s shoulder muffling his screams, but Harry could make out the phrase that Ron was repeating over and over. “Fuck, Harry. Oh, God. I love you, Harry. I fucking love you. Fuck fuck fuck. Love you so fucking much. Fuck.”
Harry felt Ron’s entire body go weak against him and let him lay there as long as he liked, his breath hot and ragged, ticking Harry’s chin. Finally, Ron looked up and met Harry’s eyes. “I was serious, you know. That wasn’t the orgasm talking. I love you.”
For the second time that night, Harry felt like he was about to faint. Instead, he took a deep breath, kissed Ron with everything he had, and whispered, “I love you, too.”
Hope you have a wonderful birthday, Kerry! *hugs*
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Date: 2005-11-17 03:49 am (UTC)bitch) I should do something GoF-related and it was the perfect H/R storyline anyway. :) JK just gives us this stuff sometimes, yeah? :)Er, anyway, thank you. ♥
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:00 am (UTC)Harry let Ron’s words sink into him, cutting into his soul. Ron was right. He did have a right to know. “Everything,” he whispered, the word barely audible.
“What?” Ron asked, his eyes widening.
“You wanted to know what you are to me. I just told you. ‘Everything.’ That’s what you are to me.”
This made my uterus twitch. I. Swear. To. God.
Ron immediately moaned into his mouth, something of a combination of “Fuck” and “Harry” so that it came out more like “Fuh-Kerry.
HAHA! I LOVE THAT!
Thank you sooooooooooooo much! This was wonderful, squishy, Harry and Ron love!!!
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:13 am (UTC)And thanks. *blush*
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:12 am (UTC)This really should have been in the books.
I particularly loved this sentence: “Shut up, Harry. If I think too much, I’ll stop.” It just made sense that Ron would say something like that. :D
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 04:27 am (UTC)And this:
it came out more like "Fuh-Kerry"
is pure brilliance!
Lovely job.
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:32 am (UTC)But um...seriously, thank you so much. *goes incoherent with squee*
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:36 am (UTC)*squees with you*
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Date: 2005-11-17 04:43 am (UTC)*sigh* You realize I can die happy now, right? :-D
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Date: 2005-11-17 06:11 am (UTC)I just melted, Harry's everything=Ron!!
Brilliant!! Still laughing about a part of it.
Oh and you made me laugh with all the possible reasons Harry was thinking of telling Ron.
Great fic!
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Date: 2005-11-17 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 07:53 am (UTC)See, Ron has such a filthy mouth - he swears, he talks with his mouth full - and to jump ahead to HBP, he makes a sound like a plunger being removed when he stops kissing - you just know he will have a filthy mouth during sex.
A talented and filthy mouth.
And your Ron is one of the most oral I've seen.
Excellent.
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Date: 2005-11-17 08:01 pm (UTC)Okay, now that I've embarassed myself by fangirling over the both of you, thank you very very very much. My Ron is always like that during sex, though. He's got a filthy mouth and it only gets worse during coitus. :)
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Date: 2005-11-18 05:18 am (UTC)And that is why we love him.
God, he's sexy.
*see icon*
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Date: 2005-11-21 03:04 am (UTC)“What?” Ron asked, his eyes widening.
“You wanted to know what you are to me. I just told you. ‘Everything.’ That’s what you are to me.”
Ron stared at Harry, agape for several moments while Harry patiently waited for the inevitable punching and running, but nothing happened. Ron just continued to sit and stare. Finally, he seemed to recover his voice, because in a tiny, high-pitched squeak he asked, “ME?”
“Yes, you.”
*melts into a gigantic pile of mush*
And squeaky!Ron eee! :P
Haha.
This was all sorts of adorable. I liked it muchly :]
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Date: 2005-11-27 02:02 pm (UTC)I loves this fic.
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Date: 2005-11-29 07:16 pm (UTC)*coughs* Sorry, 'bout that.
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Date: 2006-01-04 10:13 am (UTC)My favourite part is the below quote, god this turned me on so fucking much. I know you love TMI dear, and you are getting total unashamed honesty! :P
He could feel Ron’s cock pressing against him even through both of their trousers and the voice in his head said in a rather amazed voice, See? I told you to tell him. Feel that, Potter? Ron’s hard. He’s hard for you. All because of you, Harry. Everything because of you.
I loved Harry's inner voice *gah* *dead*
*loves*
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