Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} emiime) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} emific,@ 2007-12-01 00:16:00 |
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| Entry tags: | character: harry, character: ron, genre: slash, pairing: harry/ron, rating: g, series: advent drabbles |
Quiet Time (Harry/Ron, G)
Title: Quiet Time
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: G
Word Count: 349
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: It's three weeks to Christmas, and Ron is a little overwhelmed.
Notes: An Advent Drabble for freckles42, who requested Harry/Ron, their first Christmas together after the fall of Voldemort. ♥
Harry walked in the door of the flat he shared with Ron, his arms laden with groceries, to find Ron standing in the middle of the living room, one hand clutching a fistful of his hair and the other shoved in his jeans pocket. Ron looked up as the latch clicked, a crease between his eyebrows, and he blew out a breath.
"There's just so much to do," he said as a combination greeting and explanation. Harry set down the groceries, taking in the holiday detritus littering the living room. Ron was surrounded by cartons of ornaments, there was tinsel on the rug, and the pack of greeting cards that Harry had bought in a fit of nostalgia for a childhood he'd never had was opened and the cards were strewn across the sofa.
Harry went to Ron, easing his hands from his hair and from his pocket, kissing the back of his neck, trying to relax him a little. He flicked his wand, lighting the strand of Christmas bulbs that Ron had tacked up near the ceiling, then dimmed the room lights and pushed the greeting cards onto the floor, sitting on the sofa and gesturing for Ron to do the same.
Ron slumped down on the sofa, tucking himself up against Harry, dropping his head on Harry's shoulder.
"There's just so much to do," he repeated, his voice slightly muffled by Harry's jumper.
"I know," replied Harry, stroking Ron's hair and surveying the room, "But there's three whole weeks yet until Christmas. Let's leave it."
"Mmm," replied Ron, sinking against Harry.
"It's been a hell of a year, mate, and I think the last thing we need to be worrying about right now is tinsel."
Ron "Mmm"-ed again, and Harry suspected his eyes were closed. Harry flicked his wand at the wireless and a solo piano began to play Christmas carols.
Harry spoke again a moment later, his own eyes closed, drinking in the stillness. "Right now the only thing I even want to think about is having a little quiet time with you."
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