It started out as breakfast
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hogwashWho: YOU know who. Er... Harry Potter and Ron Weasley
What: Breakfast/ Confrontation
Where: Ron's flat
When: Sunday morning! (Great Song)
Rating: PG13 for language
Status: Complete
Harry was amazed that almost three weeks had gone by since the last time he had got the chance to have any time with his friend. What surprised him even more was the fact that he couldn't remember the last time he had actually spent time with Ron - just the two of them. The plans were made earlier in the week and Harry had been, quite shamefully, excited for this through the entire week. He tried hard not to think about the fact that his time with Ron, to be alone with him like this, was soon going to be numbered... Ron would be a married man in a few years. Tied down, probably with children... Dear God, don't think about that right now...
Admittedly, he felt very guilty about not speaking much to Ron after the announcement dinner that had taken place with him and Hermione at his own private flat, but he usually had a good excuse. Deep down, he had been terrified of what he might say to Ron. But, at quarter to nine that morning, Harry was standing on the outside of Ron's flat and was running his fingers through his still-damp and messy hair. He had just got it cut recently and it usually stuck up worse than ever when it was a little shorter than what he liked. Right... Don't get him talking too much about this wedding and it'll go just fine. It'll be fine. ...Won't it? Without bothering to knock, Harry stuck his head in the door.
"Ron? It's just me, I know, I'm early." He said as he closed the door behind him, kicking his shoes off. "Let's go, mate, I'm bloody starving and if you're not ready in the next five minutes, I'm eating Weasley for breakfast instead."
What: Breakfast/ Confrontation
Where: Ron's flat
When: Sunday morning! (Great Song)
Rating: PG13 for language
Status: Complete
Harry was amazed that almost three weeks had gone by since the last time he had got the chance to have any time with his friend. What surprised him even more was the fact that he couldn't remember the last time he had actually spent time with Ron - just the two of them. The plans were made earlier in the week and Harry had been, quite shamefully, excited for this through the entire week. He tried hard not to think about the fact that his time with Ron, to be alone with him like this, was soon going to be numbered... Ron would be a married man in a few years. Tied down, probably with children... Dear God, don't think about that right now...
Admittedly, he felt very guilty about not speaking much to Ron after the announcement dinner that had taken place with him and Hermione at his own private flat, but he usually had a good excuse. Deep down, he had been terrified of what he might say to Ron. But, at quarter to nine that morning, Harry was standing on the outside of Ron's flat and was running his fingers through his still-damp and messy hair. He had just got it cut recently and it usually stuck up worse than ever when it was a little shorter than what he liked. Right... Don't get him talking too much about this wedding and it'll go just fine. It'll be fine. ...Won't it? Without bothering to knock, Harry stuck his head in the door.
"Ron? It's just me, I know, I'm early." He said as he closed the door behind him, kicking his shoes off. "Let's go, mate, I'm bloody starving and if you're not ready in the next five minutes, I'm eating Weasley for breakfast instead."
