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lightofdayeTitle: Boy Talk
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, mystery het pairings. spoilers: *(Ron/Cho, Harry/Lavender)*
Word Count: 633
Content: guy code, talking about feelings, mildly humorous.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Ron appears at Harry's door one morning with something on his mind.
A/n:Okay, really this should be part of a longer piece, but this is what the muse allowed to be written.
- - -
Harry Potter hummed to himself as he flitted about his kitchen making breakfast. He had a frying pan in one hand and his wand in the other when the door bell went.
Setting the cooking down, he went to the door and opened. Ron Weasley stood on his doorstep looking pale and serious.
"Ron!" Harry said, happily. "Any thing the matter?"
"Not… not exactly," Ron said.
It was an unsatisfactory answer but Harry wasn't going to press, things would come out in their own time.
"Well you timed it right, just doing breakfast, come in and sit down."
Ron came in and sat at the breakfast table, remaining stiff and bolt upright. Harry got on with his cooking. Not very long later, he was piling up large pile of breakfast food onto plates.
Harry set Ron's plate down in front of him and levitated a couple of glasses and a jug of apple juice down along with them. A pat of butter appeared next to the side plate with his toast.
Ron looked around at all the food and then bit his lip.
"I'm not hungry," he said. His ears had gone a bit red.
It felt like slander, Harry thought, but when Ron lacked an appetite, things were afoot. Harry raised an eyebrow at his best friend quizzically.
"Well…" he said, "not until after. If you still want to feed me."
"Why wouldn't I want to feed you?"
Ron's jaw worked; he drew himself up stiffly as if for a dive then he said.
"I went out on a date a couple of nights ago. It went well… like really well if you know what I mean." Despite his obvious tension a smile played over Ron's lips.
"Congratulations?" said Harry said. "As happy as I am for you, I still don't know what this has to do with me."
"It was with Cho Chang," Ron blurted out.
"… Okay? Breakfast now then?" Harry said.
Ron blinked.
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I?" Harry said honestly.
"Well… she's your…" Ron trailed off.
"My ex?" asked Harry, grinning. "I mean technically. We went on one date, a decade ago, and it went really really badly. Even if I was allowed to be possessive over exes, that barely counts."
"Oh right, well then." Ron was smiling broadly. "Breakfast then."
Harry frowned and shifted in his seat.
"Though if that's the sort of thing you think we should talk about beforehand well, maybe there's something I should have told you."
Ron froze with a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. Then he laughed.
"You're having me on. There's no way you and Hermione would have a thing in a million years."
"No, not Hermione…" Harry said.
Ron looked around and frowned. Looking at his face, Harry could see when he realised that Harry had added a third place setting for him when he'd barged in that morning and that Harry probably didn't cook this much fancy food for his breakfast every morning.
"Hey, Harry, what smells good?" came a voice just outside the kitchen and then Harry winced.
A tall woman walked in. Her blonde hair fell to the middle of her back and impressively tousled and messy from the previous night's activities, she was wearing only one of Harry's shirts that barely closed over the bust. She was smiling and rubbing her eyes as she entered the kitchen then she opened them and saw who was looking at her slack-jawed.
Lavender Brown gave an ungainly squeak and exited the kitchen in a hurry.
Harry offered Ron a half-smile and half-shrug.
"Sorry?" was all he could say.
Ron just gave an identical shrug and smiled as if to say, "well, I can't blame you."
Smiling at each other, they settled in for a hearty breakfast.
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, mystery het pairings. spoilers: *(Ron/Cho, Harry/Lavender)*
Word Count: 633
Content: guy code, talking about feelings, mildly humorous.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Ron appears at Harry's door one morning with something on his mind.
A/n:Okay, really this should be part of a longer piece, but this is what the muse allowed to be written.
- - -
Harry Potter hummed to himself as he flitted about his kitchen making breakfast. He had a frying pan in one hand and his wand in the other when the door bell went.
Setting the cooking down, he went to the door and opened. Ron Weasley stood on his doorstep looking pale and serious.
"Ron!" Harry said, happily. "Any thing the matter?"
"Not… not exactly," Ron said.
It was an unsatisfactory answer but Harry wasn't going to press, things would come out in their own time.
"Well you timed it right, just doing breakfast, come in and sit down."
Ron came in and sat at the breakfast table, remaining stiff and bolt upright. Harry got on with his cooking. Not very long later, he was piling up large pile of breakfast food onto plates.
Harry set Ron's plate down in front of him and levitated a couple of glasses and a jug of apple juice down along with them. A pat of butter appeared next to the side plate with his toast.
Ron looked around at all the food and then bit his lip.
"I'm not hungry," he said. His ears had gone a bit red.
It felt like slander, Harry thought, but when Ron lacked an appetite, things were afoot. Harry raised an eyebrow at his best friend quizzically.
"Well…" he said, "not until after. If you still want to feed me."
"Why wouldn't I want to feed you?"
Ron's jaw worked; he drew himself up stiffly as if for a dive then he said.
"I went out on a date a couple of nights ago. It went well… like really well if you know what I mean." Despite his obvious tension a smile played over Ron's lips.
"Congratulations?" said Harry said. "As happy as I am for you, I still don't know what this has to do with me."
"It was with Cho Chang," Ron blurted out.
"… Okay? Breakfast now then?" Harry said.
Ron blinked.
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I?" Harry said honestly.
"Well… she's your…" Ron trailed off.
"My ex?" asked Harry, grinning. "I mean technically. We went on one date, a decade ago, and it went really really badly. Even if I was allowed to be possessive over exes, that barely counts."
"Oh right, well then." Ron was smiling broadly. "Breakfast then."
Harry frowned and shifted in his seat.
"Though if that's the sort of thing you think we should talk about beforehand well, maybe there's something I should have told you."
Ron froze with a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. Then he laughed.
"You're having me on. There's no way you and Hermione would have a thing in a million years."
"No, not Hermione…" Harry said.
Ron looked around and frowned. Looking at his face, Harry could see when he realised that Harry had added a third place setting for him when he'd barged in that morning and that Harry probably didn't cook this much fancy food for his breakfast every morning.
"Hey, Harry, what smells good?" came a voice just outside the kitchen and then Harry winced.
A tall woman walked in. Her blonde hair fell to the middle of her back and impressively tousled and messy from the previous night's activities, she was wearing only one of Harry's shirts that barely closed over the bust. She was smiling and rubbing her eyes as she entered the kitchen then she opened them and saw who was looking at her slack-jawed.
Lavender Brown gave an ungainly squeak and exited the kitchen in a hurry.
Harry offered Ron a half-smile and half-shrug.
"Sorry?" was all he could say.
Ron just gave an identical shrug and smiled as if to say, "well, I can't blame you."
Smiling at each other, they settled in for a hearty breakfast.
