Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2011-09-09 09:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp ficlets harry/ron, hp quill-it 100.3 |
HP ficlet: Reunion [Harry/Ron, adult]
Title: Reunion
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: adult
Length: 440 words
Warnings: angst & sex
Summary: Harry finds saying no to Ron almost impossible.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 30, "stop".
"Stop."
It was one of the hardest things Harry had done his life, saying that to Ron, especially given that Ron had just that night rescued him from drowning and destroyed the locket Horcrux to boot.
"Harry?" Ron held still, his arms spread in an uncompleted embrace.
Swallowing painfully, Harry said, "Nothing's changed, Ron. After what that locket showed you tonight, I know that you love both of us, and I still can't feel that it's right if you don't tell Hermione the truth about you and me. God knows I've missed you more than you can probably believe, but I just can't go along with this, however glad I am that you've come back."
Ron let his arms fall to his sides, his eyes intent on Harry's face. "Just tonight, Harry, I swear it. Only let me love you tonight, to celebrate, and then I won't push you. I still don't agree with you that it's necessary to tell Hermione, but..." he bit his lip. "I'll think about that, I promise."
Harry closed his eyes. He could smell the damp leaf-mould scent that clung to them both from the pond, and faintly below that, the smell of Ron's skin, warm and familiar and arousing. He couldn't resist, not after so many lonely nights.
"All right. Just tonight, then," he said, looking at Ron again.
"Thank you, Harry." Ron sounded subdued.
Harry hoped that he really would think hard, and eventually decide to explain to Hermione that the two of them had been lovers for two years. Harry was willing to accept that Ron loved Hermione as well as Harry -- he had even had thoughts that way once or twice himself, while Ron was gone -- but deep down he was certain that a relationship between any of them could only work out if they were all honest with each other.
He put those thoughts aside as Ron kissed him, pushing him back onto the bed. It was like coming home to have Ron there again, loving him, Ron's lips on his skin sending sparks down his spine, Ron's prick throbbing warm against his own as they fumbled their clothes off. Harry could have wept when Ron entered him, not from pain but with joy from being so connected once more.
Ron's absence had been like having part of himself missing; he wondered fleetingly if there was any similarity to the ripping of the soul to make a Horcrux. Then Ron began to move, murmuring Harry's name, and Harry's thoughts returned to the moment and the ecstasy of their reunion. Whatever happened next, he could rejoice in having this.