[Fic:] To meet you again 19
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smirkingcatTitle: To meet you again 19/25
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smirkingcat
Word Count: 652
Rating: PG
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slythindor100's 19th prompt: 
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
To meet you again 19
Harry had spent the next day in bed. It had occurred to him, that he should probably go out, but the thought drifted away, just like he drifted in and out of sleep. In his life there had been very few days spent entirely in bed, outside of his time spent in the hospital wing back at Hogwarts, or when he was sick.
He enjoyed his food in bed, the book he bought and the silence. Sometimes he would simply listen to his own breathing, and remember times when Draco's and his breathing would synchronise, when the clam would settle over the both of them, and the feeling of belonging, of being home would fill Harry.
"You know, this is why I will marry you. Obviously I stick with you because you amuse me, and I sleep with you because when you polish up, you do so nicely, but I want to stay with you for these moments, when you are you and I am me and that is good enough for us."
That was what Draco had said, two weeks after they had gotten engaged and had told their friends. They had spent the day outside in the garden and then he had went to finish a cupboard which design had troubled him for some time. And later they'd snuggled together in bed, Draco reading one or the periodicals he liked, and Harry read up on a woodworking technique. And out of the blue Draco spoke.
It was not particularly romantic or anything, but it was the moment that Harry knew, whatever may follow, he made the right choice, because he was feeling the same.
As he woke up again from the slight slumber he had been in, he wondered why remembering these small things didn't hurt as much. Maybe it was because he now didn't try to not remember? He been so forlorn, just trying to make it through the day, and then through the next, and trying to make Draco happy, while hoping the situation would be over quickly. But it hadn't been shortly, it had dragged on.
He would not give up hope again, because hope was all that was left. Hope or despair. And despair didn't lead anywhere.
There was a loud knock on his hotel room which made Harry look up from his comfortable spot on the couch. After his day in bed yesterday, he got up this morning and ventured out into the city, only to be back by noon and enjoy some of the treats he bought himself.
Why would anyone knock on his door? Who even knew where-
"Ron?" he called through the door.
"Open up, mate, I bring treats and company. You did your moping around, now it's time for the strategy thing, and complaining. Everyone needs to complain, and it's your best man's job to listen to you," Ron said back.
"Ok-ay," Harry rolled his eyes and opened the door.
What he first saw was the pudding glowing in its special blue flame, and it took him a moment to look away from it and up to his friends face, with the big smile on it.
"Knew treats would work!" Ron grinned.
"Yes, that does look awfully tasty," Harry agreed.
"You know my mom's said to make the best pudding," Ron said broadly grinning and sat himself down on the couch.
"Well come on in then, and make yourself comfortable," Harry smiled. It was good seeing Ron, it somehow felt refreshing.
"I missed you," Harry suddenly stated.
"I've never gone away," Ron answered, tone honest.
"I have. Been to a bad place, all on my own," Harry said and slumped down on the couch next to Ron.
"Ready to talk about it?" Ron asked simply.
"First there is a burning pudding on this table, I think we should eat it," Harry grinned and started to dish out the pudding.
Part 20
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 652
Rating: PG
Prompt:
slythindor100's 19th prompt: Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
To meet you again 19
Harry had spent the next day in bed. It had occurred to him, that he should probably go out, but the thought drifted away, just like he drifted in and out of sleep. In his life there had been very few days spent entirely in bed, outside of his time spent in the hospital wing back at Hogwarts, or when he was sick.
He enjoyed his food in bed, the book he bought and the silence. Sometimes he would simply listen to his own breathing, and remember times when Draco's and his breathing would synchronise, when the clam would settle over the both of them, and the feeling of belonging, of being home would fill Harry.
"You know, this is why I will marry you. Obviously I stick with you because you amuse me, and I sleep with you because when you polish up, you do so nicely, but I want to stay with you for these moments, when you are you and I am me and that is good enough for us."
That was what Draco had said, two weeks after they had gotten engaged and had told their friends. They had spent the day outside in the garden and then he had went to finish a cupboard which design had troubled him for some time. And later they'd snuggled together in bed, Draco reading one or the periodicals he liked, and Harry read up on a woodworking technique. And out of the blue Draco spoke.
It was not particularly romantic or anything, but it was the moment that Harry knew, whatever may follow, he made the right choice, because he was feeling the same.
As he woke up again from the slight slumber he had been in, he wondered why remembering these small things didn't hurt as much. Maybe it was because he now didn't try to not remember? He been so forlorn, just trying to make it through the day, and then through the next, and trying to make Draco happy, while hoping the situation would be over quickly. But it hadn't been shortly, it had dragged on.
He would not give up hope again, because hope was all that was left. Hope or despair. And despair didn't lead anywhere.
There was a loud knock on his hotel room which made Harry look up from his comfortable spot on the couch. After his day in bed yesterday, he got up this morning and ventured out into the city, only to be back by noon and enjoy some of the treats he bought himself.
Why would anyone knock on his door? Who even knew where-
"Ron?" he called through the door.
"Open up, mate, I bring treats and company. You did your moping around, now it's time for the strategy thing, and complaining. Everyone needs to complain, and it's your best man's job to listen to you," Ron said back.
"Ok-ay," Harry rolled his eyes and opened the door.
What he first saw was the pudding glowing in its special blue flame, and it took him a moment to look away from it and up to his friends face, with the big smile on it.
"Knew treats would work!" Ron grinned.
"Yes, that does look awfully tasty," Harry agreed.
"You know my mom's said to make the best pudding," Ron said broadly grinning and sat himself down on the couch.
"Well come on in then, and make yourself comfortable," Harry smiled. It was good seeing Ron, it somehow felt refreshing.
"I missed you," Harry suddenly stated.
"I've never gone away," Ron answered, tone honest.
"I have. Been to a bad place, all on my own," Harry said and slumped down on the couch next to Ron.
"Ready to talk about it?" Ron asked simply.
"First there is a burning pudding on this table, I think we should eat it," Harry grinned and started to dish out the pudding.
Part 20
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Date: 2016-12-20 03:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-20 09:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-20 10:07 am (UTC)It seems like Harry has relaxed a little, but I have no idea whether to think that that is a good thing or not!
I like that he knew it was Ron before he opened the door as well. Their friendship is a brilliant thing!
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Date: 2016-12-21 09:55 am (UTC)and yes i think the friendship between ron and harry- which has gone though quite a lot at this point must be strong!
thanks for the read and the comment <3
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Date: 2016-12-20 02:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-21 09:55 am (UTC)thanks for the comment and the read <3