|Fic: Best Friends (Ron/Harry, smut_69, NC-17)
||[Jan. 31st, 2006|05:29 pm]
Title: Best Friends|
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everything. I just play with her creations.
Summary: Best friends means more to Ron and Harry.
Author's Note: Written for smut_69 My table is for "Ron" and what better pairing for this prompt? Actually I've only done 3 of mine and I have a feeling most will be this pairing.
They had been best friends since the moment they’d met.
Now, both mature and understanding, they could see the beauty in the moment they met.
Very few people are granted their soul mate at eleven years old.
Eight years later, neither can say they remember meeting perfectly. Of course, few would remember the most significant moment in their life with, “I’ve got to be in Gryffindor” chanting in their head. Ron remembered the fear that gripped him the night before he left for Hogwarts. Fred and George were teasing him mercilessly. “First Weasley in Hufflepuff, I’m betting you.”
Harry remembered fear as well, but...there was something else there. Complete confusion, and...desperateness. He was desperate to belong in the strange new world he had found.
He wanted to be a wizard. He wanted to be accepted.
When he had slunk away to an isolated train compartment, he had felt hopeless, afraid. Then Ron had shown up, nervous, afraid as well.
It had been perfect.
It was simple to develop what was already perfect.
When the war ended, it reached the peak of friendship. Ron and Harry fell in love.
They were different, which was needless to be said. Harry did not speak much, he preferred quiet to noise, and Ron was a bit paranoid about the world around him. Yet the basic things, the things that mattered, they always remained the same.
Ron mentioned it to Harry once, the subtle beginnings of friendship, and how it had turned to the greatest love either man would ever know. Harry laughed. He did not comment on it, at all. Yet Ron had long ago learned that silence from Harry never meant disrespect. It meant that Harry knew...and that he thought about it just as much.
Harry wasn’t perfect. There were parts of him damaged, broken even. Ron understood that.
He knew that Harry understood their relationship. The day after he had mentioned the beauty of what they had, flowers had been sent to his Ministry office building, with “to my best friend” written on a tiny slip of parchment.
Harry was quiet, but he got his point off well enough.
Ron had returned from work, coming into the tiny home they shared. The first words he could manage were. “That was very...very sweet of you.”
Harry nodded, gripping Ron’s hand.
“What you said was right,” Harry muttered in a small voice, before pulling Ron into a kiss. Ron sighed, gripping Harry’s arms for support. “It’s always been us Ron, always will be us.”
Ron smiled, before being thrown into a deeper kiss against the wall. Harry could be so aggressive when he wanted something.
That was such a good thing.
“Now?” Harry asked, a slight grin on his face as he let Ron slide down the wall with his guidance.
“What do you think?” Ron gasped, slumping against the wall into a full sitting position. Harry knelt by him. “Do you really believe you can do that and not...”
“I could,” Harry mumbled, unbuttoning the top of Ron’s work robes. “But that’d be mean...”
Ron nodded, trying to move, to help Harry, but his body remained frozen. Harry always had that effect on him. Cold air rushed around him and was immediately replaced by his best friend’s body. Harry’s mouth mapped his chest, his hands rooted in Ron’s hair.
“I’m thinking down here would be uncomfortable,” Harry said softly, panting, before helping Ron to his feet.
Seemingly attached to Harry, Ron made his way towards the bedroom, falling onto their bed. Harry’s hands instantly moved over his body, hands fumbling with the zipper on Ron’s trousers.
Ron jerked suddenly and Harry’s hand stopped moving. “Harry...” he groaned.
“Fine,” Harry murmured in mock disappointment, easing off the article of clothing, followed by the underwear beneath them. He smirked, Ron pressing his body close to Harry’s. Harry’s hands on his body...that was heaven itself. Harry, touching him, bringing him to a point of arousal he never knew possible.
A small smile from Harry, and Ron is clinging to him desperately. They are always so desperate. They love one another.
“Please...” Ron says, and Harry is quick to comply.
Watching Harry’s eyes, Ron winced as he was surprised by the preparation spell.
But this was not the first time that he had kept his eyes on Harry’s. No, the first time Harry’s eyes had enchanted him had been their first encounter, eight years earlier.
Harry slid inside of him, his hand moving along Ron’s back. Harry was quiet, almost still, his hands moving around his lover. Slowly, Ron felt Harry move, and he let his head fall back against the bed.
Harry’s eyes were mischievous as he gripped Ron’s inner thighs and slid in deeper.
Heat rising around his body, Ron clung to anything he could. Frantically, he reached out for Harry.
Gasping, Ron jerked against Harry’s body, everything in him loosening as he climaxed. His body was buzzing, the sensations blurring in his head.
Harry met the same release, letting go of his legs and easing out slowly.
“Love you,” Harry gasped, easing away from Ron and lying flat on his back beside him.
Regaining composure, Ron leaned over Harry and kissed his lips.
“I love you too.”
They would be best friends forever.