[Fic:] To meet you again 20
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smirkingcatTitle: To meet you again 20/25
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smirkingcat
Word Count: 923
Rating: PG
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slythindor100's 20th 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 20
"That's a nice place you found here," Ron started the conversation again, while Harry was still eating his pudding.
To be fair, he had eaten very slowly on purpose, because suddenly he wasn't so sure about what to really say to Ron. What if he explained it all wrong, and his best friend would think of him as a coward or even worse?
"I first found a cafe, then I needed a place to stay," he explained simply.
"I'll fetch something to drink, and you finish your pudding," Ron said and went to the small kitchen counter in the hotel room.
He came back with two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, just like it was served at the Burrow. They smelled wonderful.
"Where did you find the stuff for such a treat?" Harry asked surprised.
"I brought it, of course. Hard conversations are easier over chocolate, at least that's what mom tells me," Ron sat down again, turning to Harry.
Harry took a cautious sip: "They taste awesome, just like your mom's" he exclaimed surprised.
"Apparently I have a knack for cooking and stuff. and it's fun, you know, I can create a mess and make it taste good. Also I like food, and it allows me to help George while still doing something I want to do. Not that I don't want to help George, I mean I love to work at the shop, it's thrilling, but..." Ron sighed, "we are not here to talk about myself now, are we," he smiled.
"No, please tell me. I mean... I didn't even know you like cooking. I feel like I haven't talked to you in ages- which is true isn't it," Harry hung his head.
"Mate, I understand. Everyone understands- we just, we would have liked to be- there for you," Ron stammered.
"I couldn't. At first I just hoped it would be over in a day, and then that day turned into a week, into a month, into six months, a year. I tried to be strong and go on and care for Draco, but I couldn't stand watching you- all of you going on with your lives. It felt like you left me behind, like you abandoned Draco. And I couldn't do that," Harry whispered his head pressed against the backrest, his eyes closed.
"I still can't. When, when I allow myself to too lose hope, I feel even worse," he added.
"No one wants to-"
"I hoped he would die, Ron. I wish I could say that it was just a small part of me, but last week, when that finite hit him, I hoped, I wished he would die. Purely because I couldn't stand watching him any longer. It's like living with an imposter," he confessed out loud.
"He's lacking in the sarcasm and teasing department, isn't he ? And just when I finally got used to it. Made me actually miss him. And let me tell you Blaise sucks in that regard," Ron agreed readily.
Harry's head shot up and he stared at Ron: "You-you miss him too?"
"Of course. He is a huge prat, and he will never be my friend, but he is my frenemy- the one person on the planet I love to hate, but... well, he was there for me too, when I needed someone to figure out my head, and tell truths," Ron explained.
"He was good ad that. Making one face reality. I think it was because he never sugar-coated reality-"
"Yeah he was. And if you ever tell him I called him my frenemy I will have to kill you. And just as a warning, I have access to an unspeakable, who owes me," Ron said and nudged Harry's leg with his own.
"I-I- I miss him soo much. Do you believe that he will ever be the same again?"
"If there is a chance, he will. He's a Malfoy- inbred self-preservation and all that rot, he can't fight it. I bet ya, it just takes this long because he is taking his sweet time, and some beauty-sleep to look fabulous even in old age. Pansy will throw a fit," Ron joked.
Harry looked at him shocked before he felt the twitch in his lips, that slowly spread.
"So about the complaining- wanna start on that now?" Ron said.
Harry stayed silent for a long moment.
"I feel empty, drained, and full of hate. And I have felt so for a long time. I hate that you are happy and I'm not. I'm so jealous, and I couldn't stand your kindness," Harry described for the first time how he truly felt. You are all betrayers to me- well I should say were as I know now tried, but honestly it didn't feel that way. And then the whole situation. Last year I hated that each day went exactly the same, this year I wish I could go back. And I wanted to delete all the memories, I put them away in glass bottles, but I had a panic attack that someone would find and destroy them, and that then the man I loved would be lost forever," Harry told after that. And Ron would listen, would touch Harry, or nod in acknowledgement, but not say a word. He had promised that Harry got to complain, so Ron let him complain. And while some of the things that Harry said shocked him, he didn't judge. And Harry was eternally grateful that for once he could voice his darkest thoughts.
Part 21
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 923
Rating: PG
Prompt:
slythindor100's 20th 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 20
"That's a nice place you found here," Ron started the conversation again, while Harry was still eating his pudding.
To be fair, he had eaten very slowly on purpose, because suddenly he wasn't so sure about what to really say to Ron. What if he explained it all wrong, and his best friend would think of him as a coward or even worse?
"I first found a cafe, then I needed a place to stay," he explained simply.
"I'll fetch something to drink, and you finish your pudding," Ron said and went to the small kitchen counter in the hotel room.
He came back with two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, just like it was served at the Burrow. They smelled wonderful.
"Where did you find the stuff for such a treat?" Harry asked surprised.
"I brought it, of course. Hard conversations are easier over chocolate, at least that's what mom tells me," Ron sat down again, turning to Harry.
Harry took a cautious sip: "They taste awesome, just like your mom's" he exclaimed surprised.
"Apparently I have a knack for cooking and stuff. and it's fun, you know, I can create a mess and make it taste good. Also I like food, and it allows me to help George while still doing something I want to do. Not that I don't want to help George, I mean I love to work at the shop, it's thrilling, but..." Ron sighed, "we are not here to talk about myself now, are we," he smiled.
"No, please tell me. I mean... I didn't even know you like cooking. I feel like I haven't talked to you in ages- which is true isn't it," Harry hung his head.
"Mate, I understand. Everyone understands- we just, we would have liked to be- there for you," Ron stammered.
"I couldn't. At first I just hoped it would be over in a day, and then that day turned into a week, into a month, into six months, a year. I tried to be strong and go on and care for Draco, but I couldn't stand watching you- all of you going on with your lives. It felt like you left me behind, like you abandoned Draco. And I couldn't do that," Harry whispered his head pressed against the backrest, his eyes closed.
"I still can't. When, when I allow myself to too lose hope, I feel even worse," he added.
"No one wants to-"
"I hoped he would die, Ron. I wish I could say that it was just a small part of me, but last week, when that finite hit him, I hoped, I wished he would die. Purely because I couldn't stand watching him any longer. It's like living with an imposter," he confessed out loud.
"He's lacking in the sarcasm and teasing department, isn't he ? And just when I finally got used to it. Made me actually miss him. And let me tell you Blaise sucks in that regard," Ron agreed readily.
Harry's head shot up and he stared at Ron: "You-you miss him too?"
"Of course. He is a huge prat, and he will never be my friend, but he is my frenemy- the one person on the planet I love to hate, but... well, he was there for me too, when I needed someone to figure out my head, and tell truths," Ron explained.
"He was good ad that. Making one face reality. I think it was because he never sugar-coated reality-"
"Yeah he was. And if you ever tell him I called him my frenemy I will have to kill you. And just as a warning, I have access to an unspeakable, who owes me," Ron said and nudged Harry's leg with his own.
"I-I- I miss him soo much. Do you believe that he will ever be the same again?"
"If there is a chance, he will. He's a Malfoy- inbred self-preservation and all that rot, he can't fight it. I bet ya, it just takes this long because he is taking his sweet time, and some beauty-sleep to look fabulous even in old age. Pansy will throw a fit," Ron joked.
Harry looked at him shocked before he felt the twitch in his lips, that slowly spread.
"So about the complaining- wanna start on that now?" Ron said.
Harry stayed silent for a long moment.
"I feel empty, drained, and full of hate. And I have felt so for a long time. I hate that you are happy and I'm not. I'm so jealous, and I couldn't stand your kindness," Harry described for the first time how he truly felt. You are all betrayers to me- well I should say were as I know now tried, but honestly it didn't feel that way. And then the whole situation. Last year I hated that each day went exactly the same, this year I wish I could go back. And I wanted to delete all the memories, I put them away in glass bottles, but I had a panic attack that someone would find and destroy them, and that then the man I loved would be lost forever," Harry told after that. And Ron would listen, would touch Harry, or nod in acknowledgement, but not say a word. He had promised that Harry got to complain, so Ron let him complain. And while some of the things that Harry said shocked him, he didn't judge. And Harry was eternally grateful that for once he could voice his darkest thoughts.
Part 21
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Date: 2016-12-21 02:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-21 09:56 am (UTC)i feel like something is still missing
lets see if i can figure it out before the end!
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Date: 2016-12-21 09:38 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2016-12-21 10:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2016-12-22 11:17 am (UTC)thanks for the read and the comment!