A/N: First of all, I don't own any Harry Potter characters. Harry
and Ron are possessions of J.K. Rowling and no one else. Second, this isn't
a slash story. This is just what happens when Harry has a nightmare and Ron
soothes him. Nothing more than that. Last, everything is welcome. Flames
will be used to roast Professor Umbridge. Oh, and this is told from Ron's
POV.
Eternity
I awoke from a pleasant dream about the Quidditch World Cup and heard Harry screaming and muttering in his sleep. Without really thinking about it, I pushed my warm covers aside and ran to Harry's bed. He was rolling around, the covers half off the bed, and screaming.
"Don't kill Cedric! Please don't kill him! Take me instead!" Harry shouted.
"Harry, wake up. You're fine. Wake up, Harry. It's me, Ron," I whispered, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady him. This had no effect whatsoever; it just made him struggle more. Finally, I prodded him in the shoulder. Not hard, just enough to nudge him into consciousness. Harry's eyes fluttered open and he stared into my hazel eyes.
"RON!" Harry shrieked, tears flooding down Harry's pale cheeks. "Oh, Ron, it was awful!"
"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked kindly. "I'm here if you need to talk."
"I was at the end of the maze again, with Pettigrew and him. He held up his wand, and I was begging him to not kill Cedric. And that's when you woke me up."
I reached over from where I was sitting and pressed my hand to his cheek, rubbing it lightly with my thumb. He relaxed into the soothing touch, sighing with contentment.
"Do you want to come sleep with me?" I asked. "I don't mind."
Harry made no answer; just got up and followed me to my double bed. We both climbed in, pulling up the covers. I looked at Harry. He was still quaking with fear, so I wrapped my arms around him and whispered happy little nothings.
"Ron," Harry sighed. "I feel so much better knowing you're here to protect me."
I smiled. "I don't mind. After all, you are my best friend."
"And you're mine, Ron. What would I do without you? You're more than my best friend; you're more like my brother than anything else. Not only are you a source of comfort, but you also make me laugh. Plus, you help me understand the wizarding world better. When I don't understand something, you're there to answer all my questions. Who told me about Quidditch?"
I grinned. "I did. And thanks, Harry."
"I just know we'll be friends for eternity," Harry said.
"I know, Harry. Now, let's get to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow. We go to Hogwarts, remember?"
Silence met my words, and turning, I saw why. Harry had fallen asleep, his dark hair spread over the pillow, snoring softly.
Hope that wasn't bad for a first-timer. Let me know what you think of it. I don't mind writing more fluff. It's my specialty.
Eternity
I awoke from a pleasant dream about the Quidditch World Cup and heard Harry screaming and muttering in his sleep. Without really thinking about it, I pushed my warm covers aside and ran to Harry's bed. He was rolling around, the covers half off the bed, and screaming.
"Don't kill Cedric! Please don't kill him! Take me instead!" Harry shouted.
"Harry, wake up. You're fine. Wake up, Harry. It's me, Ron," I whispered, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady him. This had no effect whatsoever; it just made him struggle more. Finally, I prodded him in the shoulder. Not hard, just enough to nudge him into consciousness. Harry's eyes fluttered open and he stared into my hazel eyes.
"RON!" Harry shrieked, tears flooding down Harry's pale cheeks. "Oh, Ron, it was awful!"
"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked kindly. "I'm here if you need to talk."
"I was at the end of the maze again, with Pettigrew and him. He held up his wand, and I was begging him to not kill Cedric. And that's when you woke me up."
I reached over from where I was sitting and pressed my hand to his cheek, rubbing it lightly with my thumb. He relaxed into the soothing touch, sighing with contentment.
"Do you want to come sleep with me?" I asked. "I don't mind."
Harry made no answer; just got up and followed me to my double bed. We both climbed in, pulling up the covers. I looked at Harry. He was still quaking with fear, so I wrapped my arms around him and whispered happy little nothings.
"Ron," Harry sighed. "I feel so much better knowing you're here to protect me."
I smiled. "I don't mind. After all, you are my best friend."
"And you're mine, Ron. What would I do without you? You're more than my best friend; you're more like my brother than anything else. Not only are you a source of comfort, but you also make me laugh. Plus, you help me understand the wizarding world better. When I don't understand something, you're there to answer all my questions. Who told me about Quidditch?"
I grinned. "I did. And thanks, Harry."
"I just know we'll be friends for eternity," Harry said.
"I know, Harry. Now, let's get to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow. We go to Hogwarts, remember?"
Silence met my words, and turning, I saw why. Harry had fallen asleep, his dark hair spread over the pillow, snoring softly.
Hope that wasn't bad for a first-timer. Let me know what you think of it. I don't mind writing more fluff. It's my specialty.