This update is mostly just for my excellent reviewers (if you haven't left me yet), but it's also a little for me, too. Just to prove to myself that even though college is royally kicking my ass – I can still write, even if it takes a while to find inspiration.
-->This update is also for TopsyKretts, who kept at me for the past month to make some time to write. I've been promising an update to TopsyKretts for forever and it's time I finally fulfilled the promise.
So, without further adieu, here it is.
Enjoy.
After a moment of silence, Ron paused briefly in his actions, earning a slight whimper from Harry, who had grown accustomed to Ron's lips on his skin.
Blue eyes met green, the numerous emotions there lying unmasked. Anyone looking upon the two would never think they had ever been anything but lovers.
"Since third year," he said in a whisper, answering the question that neither boy had the nerve to ask the other.
Harry's mouth fell open slightly, his mind in shock. How could that be possible? Since third year?
"Well, that's what I said," the red head replied with a warm and undeniably genuine Weasley grin.
Harry blinked rapidly at his friend's reply. He hadn't realized he had spoken aloud.
Licking his suddenly parched lips, he leaned up and kissed Ron's freckled cheek gently, allowing his lips to linger only a second before pulling back to gaze, once again, at the face of his best friend. There on his cheeks, Harry saw the faint tint of blushing and smiled softly.
"I wasn't very good at hiding it either," Ron added in a whisper, his hands finding their way to Harry's, intertwining their fingers. "Merlin, Harry, if you only knew how bleeding gorgeous you look when you're ignoring Hermione during breakfast." There was a pause and Ron's grin broadened as he rested his forehead on Harry's. "Or in History of Magic, when you get so bored that you sit and chew on that muggle pen she gave you for Christmas last year. It's maddening!"
It was all the raven-haired boy could do to contain his urge to laugh. "That's ridiculous. You're the maddening one, Ron." He rolled his eyes as Ron shook his head, standing firm behind his previous statement about Harry. "If you could only see what you look like when you sleep. You're so mesmerizing that you keep me awake."
The grin on Ron's face spread even more, becoming goofier as his teeth peeked out from under his full lips. "You stayed awake to watch me sleep?"
Harry's cheeks glowed a soft pink color as he nodded, looking down at the floor. "I couldn't help it," he began softly. "You're stunning, Ron."
The long, thin fingers of Ron's left hand reached up and touched Harry's chin, delicately bringing it up so they could look each other in the eyes once more. "Not half as stunning as you are."
Chills went up Harry's spine, causing him to falter slightly as he stood in front of Ron. "I love you," he whispered softly.
And then, for the second time, their lips met, neither boy entirely sure which of them initiated it, but neither particularly caring. All they knew was their lips were pressed together once more and it was complete bliss.
As they continued to kiss, all Harry could think of was how he would like nothing more than for time to stop forever. Ron's soft, full lips felt like heaven against his thin, dry ones and he never wanted it to end. And the hands holding his face, – Ron's hands – which were larger and more rough than his own due to the many years they spent catching the quaffle, gave him the best kind of goose-bumps.
Ron Weasley was everything Harry wasn't and Harry loved him for that. His height, freckles, red hair, family, personality, heart – set him apart from everyone else.
But then again, he had always stood out. From the first moment they'd met on the train until now, Ron had always been Harry's friend and not just another "adoring fan." And that alone meant the world to him. Harry thought he was perfect; undeniably, irrevocably perfect.
"Harry?" Ron rasped, breathing heavily.
"Yes?" came the response from Harry, his breathing just as uneven as Ron's.
As he looked down to Harry, his red hair fell across his forehead, almost covering his eyes. "I just want you to know," he began quietly. "You're perfect."
A smile found its way to Harry's lips as he looked up at Ron. "I was just thinking the same thing about you."
The taller boy grinned down at him, which gave the shorter boy "butterflies". This wasn't at all a new feeling though - Ron's smile had always made him feel the fluttering wings of euphoria in his abdomen. But this time, his abdomen wasn't the only part of him that was quivering with happiness. Every part of Harry was elated.
"I'm not perfect, Harry," Ron replied softly, his hand stroking Harry's cheek in what could only be described as a lover's caress. "And if I am perfect, it's only because you've forgotten to see my many imperfections."
Harry bit his lip and stood, silently pondering for a second. Then after a moment of silence, he spoke. "You're right."
Ron's smile faded a fraction, but Harry pressed on. "You do have flaws." His hands snaked their way up Ron's chest to rest on his broad shoulders. "But, Ron, you have the most beautiful flaws ever. And I love them."
And no sooner had Harry finished his sentence, had Ron pulled him into a tight embrace, kissing every portion of skin he could find.
"Harry."
Ron kissed his forehead, directly on the scar that he cursed
"James."
Another kiss. This time to one of his cheeks, which were growing more crimson by the minute.
"Potter."
Yet another kiss on Harry's nose, which crinkled as Ron's lips left to show their affection to another portion of his body.
"I."
Ron's lips delivered a kiss to the crook of his neck.
"Love."
The other side of his neck received a similar kiss.
"You."
And finally, his lips got the attention they desired most; Ron's lips covering his own, kissing him senseless.
I hope you enjoyed it. I'm so proud of it.
I can't promise I'll update again soon, but I can promise that I'll eventually be back.
Writing for you guys makes me happy.
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Xo - Melly Brooke