Harry Potter Oneshots

three-ron&harry

ship: Ron/Harry, just being bros ig.

prompt: "Wait, don't pull away yet."

setting: Harry's flat, after Harry's dumped by Ginny

warning: slight cursing

category(?): slight angst? comfort

words: 398

Harry sat on the sofa he and Ginny had picked out when the moved in here together. Ginny. He sighed again. She'd dumped him last night and he hadn't eaten since. He hadn't actually moved, really.

The Floo in the next room flared, and he cringed. Was this someone coming to yell at him? He hoped not, he'd already berated himself enough.

"Harry, Mate?"

Oh, Ron. He didn't sound mad?

Harry didn't answer. He seemed to have lost his voice -- instead he pretended to be asleep.

Ron -- after checking four other rooms -- walked into the sitting room. "There you are, Merlin, hiding from me?"

Harry barely breathed. He hoped Ron would leave him to wallow in his sadness.

Ron rolled his eyes. "C'mon Mate, I know you're pretending. Move over and give me that bag of crisps."

Harry sighed and sat up, handing the bag of Sea Salt & Vinegar crisps.

Ron scoffed. "Really? Vinegar, yuck. No wonder you're not replying to anyone, the taste probably washed your brain." Ron chuckled. "Nothing? Damn."

Harry felt Ron's arms wrap around him, and he tried to move, until he heard a firm, "Don't."

He finally relented and sunk into the comfort.

"Ginny's told everyone she dumped you."

Harry's shoulders slumped. She'd told everyone he was a terrible boyfriend then.

"She said it wasn't anything to do with you, it was her."

Harry scoffed.

"Oh, stop. It is her, y'know. You don't gotta blame yourself all the time." He paused. "I know you can't help it, but still."

Harry sighed.

"Mione's going spare, you haven't answered any of her owls."

Harry looked into his face. "Owls?" he croaked.

"Oh, you do have a voice still." Ron muttered. "But yeah, she was worried. She probably sent sixty some. But don't worry about it. And don't listen to the Howlers."

Ron stood, and Harry caught his arm. "Wait, don't pull away yet." Harry blushed. "I mean--"

Ron placed a hand over his mouth and sat back down, dropping the empty crisp bag on the floor. "I'll help you clean up later." He said, pulling Harry onto his lap, partly. He was too big, but his legs rested on Ron's.

"Ron,"

"Shut up."