[Fic:] To meet you again 21
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Word Count: 821
Rating: PG
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slythindor100's 21th 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 21
Harry had stopped talking for quite some time, Harry had shut his eyes and tried to relax into the silence. Ron had yet to say anything, but Harry wasn't in a hurry for Ron to talk.
Harry was tired enough from his own words, and he had spoken a lot, rambled on and on. He was sure some parts didn't even make sense, but still having said it all without a care of how right or wrong it was- that had felt good.
"Bloody hell," Ron suddenly stated, which got Harry's attention.
"What?" he asked.
"It's just you know I'm good at strategies and problem solving and finding solutions, and you know my strategies are quite solid. I came here with the intention to help you but honestly I don't know how. It's such a fucked up situation - I simply have no advice, besides let's not lose hope on the git," Ron sighed and frustrated tug on his hair. "I expected better of myself to be honest," Ron sighed, and took another piece of the pudding.
"Honestly mate, I didn't expect anything except being dragged back from you, and so I prepared on how to stop you from doing that," Harry grinned and rolled his eyes.
"You think I haven't changed at all," Ron huffed before he grinned, "and it's true enough, sometimes," he grinned in that slightly unsure way that was so utterly Ron.
"So what was your great speech you prepared to not have me drag you back?" he asked.
"I was thinking of starting to live here. Becoming someone else, someone who doesn't know magic. I would name myself Jack Evans and stay here as a normal carpenter," Harry said softly.
"Jack, hm? Pretty cool name that," Ron nodded.
"Yeah but carpeting without magic sucks and honestly I think I'm not ready to give up. I mean I fought my whole life. And then magic came in my life and you folks and from the very beginning Draco was a part of this magical life. I can't give up on magic- it's to wonderful and astonishing to see it happen, I can't go back to a life without it, knowing it was my choice to turn my back on it. And I can't life in a world of magic and not have Draco by my side," Harry stated with conviction he truly felt.
"You do remember that for the first six to seven years Draco was a blood git, right? I mean stones in snow fights back at Hogwarts? And the little terror he was a s a prefect and all the other shit he pulled? Does that time really count?" Ron asked dubiously.
Harry grinned: "I did get him pretty good at the Shrieking Shack for that stunt. And back in eighth year, we would wander the grounds and have a real snowball fight and- let's just say Hogwarts covered in snow can be quite entertaining with Draco," Harry grinned.
"HARRY!!! THAT'S IT! You just broke the too much information agreement again! You promised if I accept to be your best man, I would never have to listen to your innuendos," Ron exclaimed shocked.
"That wasn't a real innuendo, though. I'm not at fault for your dirty mind," Harry grinned teasingly.
He would never tell Ron about the first sweet kiss, in the shadow of the snow covered castle, where no one saw them. That kiss was too innocent, too sweet to be ever shared with anyone else. It was just theirs.
"Well, hanging around Slytherins and George will do that to anyone," Ron shook his head,
Wary Ron looked up and Harry in the eye: "So what next?"
"Next... I might actually do the most Gryffindor thing I ever did," Harry combed through his own hair again.
"Now you lost me, mate. Killing off a Dark Lord is kinda hard to beat," Ron said frowning.
"I might actually go to Nott to say 'I'm sorry' and you know- to talk," Harry offered, peering at Ron from behind his fingers.
Ron whistled: "Right. That's a very Gryffindor thing to do, for you. You never explained why you hate him so much? What did he do?"
"It's just him, the way he behaves, the way he grins, and then he does this inside-joke thing with Draco just to show me how much better he knows Draco. And that's only the beginning I mean he is a creep!" Harry exploded, and kicked the small table.
"Got it, you are jealous of Nott," Ron said.
"I'm not jealous! I just don't like him," Harry huffed.
"Right. So you are going to talk to him and then?" Ron nodded, but he still had a grin on his lips.
"Then we will see," Harry sighed before he cut himself another piece of pudding. "But first some good pudding. Never do anything-
"on an empty stomach," Harry and Ron finished together smiling.
Part 22
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 821
Rating: PG
Prompt:
slythindor100's 21th 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 21
Harry had stopped talking for quite some time, Harry had shut his eyes and tried to relax into the silence. Ron had yet to say anything, but Harry wasn't in a hurry for Ron to talk.
Harry was tired enough from his own words, and he had spoken a lot, rambled on and on. He was sure some parts didn't even make sense, but still having said it all without a care of how right or wrong it was- that had felt good.
"Bloody hell," Ron suddenly stated, which got Harry's attention.
"What?" he asked.
"It's just you know I'm good at strategies and problem solving and finding solutions, and you know my strategies are quite solid. I came here with the intention to help you but honestly I don't know how. It's such a fucked up situation - I simply have no advice, besides let's not lose hope on the git," Ron sighed and frustrated tug on his hair. "I expected better of myself to be honest," Ron sighed, and took another piece of the pudding.
"Honestly mate, I didn't expect anything except being dragged back from you, and so I prepared on how to stop you from doing that," Harry grinned and rolled his eyes.
"You think I haven't changed at all," Ron huffed before he grinned, "and it's true enough, sometimes," he grinned in that slightly unsure way that was so utterly Ron.
"So what was your great speech you prepared to not have me drag you back?" he asked.
"I was thinking of starting to live here. Becoming someone else, someone who doesn't know magic. I would name myself Jack Evans and stay here as a normal carpenter," Harry said softly.
"Jack, hm? Pretty cool name that," Ron nodded.
"Yeah but carpeting without magic sucks and honestly I think I'm not ready to give up. I mean I fought my whole life. And then magic came in my life and you folks and from the very beginning Draco was a part of this magical life. I can't give up on magic- it's to wonderful and astonishing to see it happen, I can't go back to a life without it, knowing it was my choice to turn my back on it. And I can't life in a world of magic and not have Draco by my side," Harry stated with conviction he truly felt.
"You do remember that for the first six to seven years Draco was a blood git, right? I mean stones in snow fights back at Hogwarts? And the little terror he was a s a prefect and all the other shit he pulled? Does that time really count?" Ron asked dubiously.
Harry grinned: "I did get him pretty good at the Shrieking Shack for that stunt. And back in eighth year, we would wander the grounds and have a real snowball fight and- let's just say Hogwarts covered in snow can be quite entertaining with Draco," Harry grinned.
"HARRY!!! THAT'S IT! You just broke the too much information agreement again! You promised if I accept to be your best man, I would never have to listen to your innuendos," Ron exclaimed shocked.
"That wasn't a real innuendo, though. I'm not at fault for your dirty mind," Harry grinned teasingly.
He would never tell Ron about the first sweet kiss, in the shadow of the snow covered castle, where no one saw them. That kiss was too innocent, too sweet to be ever shared with anyone else. It was just theirs.
"Well, hanging around Slytherins and George will do that to anyone," Ron shook his head,
Wary Ron looked up and Harry in the eye: "So what next?"
"Next... I might actually do the most Gryffindor thing I ever did," Harry combed through his own hair again.
"Now you lost me, mate. Killing off a Dark Lord is kinda hard to beat," Ron said frowning.
"I might actually go to Nott to say 'I'm sorry' and you know- to talk," Harry offered, peering at Ron from behind his fingers.
Ron whistled: "Right. That's a very Gryffindor thing to do, for you. You never explained why you hate him so much? What did he do?"
"It's just him, the way he behaves, the way he grins, and then he does this inside-joke thing with Draco just to show me how much better he knows Draco. And that's only the beginning I mean he is a creep!" Harry exploded, and kicked the small table.
"Got it, you are jealous of Nott," Ron said.
"I'm not jealous! I just don't like him," Harry huffed.
"Right. So you are going to talk to him and then?" Ron nodded, but he still had a grin on his lips.
"Then we will see," Harry sighed before he cut himself another piece of pudding. "But first some good pudding. Never do anything-
"on an empty stomach," Harry and Ron finished together smiling.
Part 22
