“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.”
*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: 2005-11-21 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 :]