Two Of Us (Rarry/Ronarry)

Chapter 4: Close and Tipsy

Bloody hell! Harry just defeated? No wait became friends with a crazy dragon, stole its golden egg, freed it and went out skipping. I am pretty sure my face had lost all color. Hermione dragged me down to see Harry with her. He admired Harry so much but this was on another level.

As soon as we saw Harry, Hermoine pulled him in a tight hug and scolded/congratulated him together but Harry was looking at me. Not anyone else me!

"Thank you." He mouthed.

I looked away immediately, red again, merlin I blush too easy.

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Harry's pov

Everyone was cheering for me in the Gryffindor common room, the Wealsey twins had hoisted me up on their shoulders. I had the Golden egg in my hand above my head. But where was Ron?

"We knew you wouldn't die Harry! Lose a leg or an arm, pack it altogether NEVER!" They cheered.

"Come on Harry! Open it." Said Seamus after kissing the egg.

"You want me to open it?
Anyways when everyone had left the Gryffindor party, honestly, I was a bit tipsy. No not a bit, a lot tipsy.

They had spiked the Butter beer and Pumpkin juice. Seamus and Dean had passed out on eachother (yes deamus), even Neville and almost everyone who hadn't already gone to their dorm rooms.

But where was Ronald, this was starting to feel like Where's Wally, the book that Dudley had where you had to find a dude named Wally in the crowd.

I went up to the dorms, scrambling up the stairs.

"Ron?! Ron!?" I yelled drunkenly.

"What??" A sleepy voice from his bed said.

That was hot.

I took off my Jersey, now only in my shirt and trousers.

I opened Ron's curtains of his bed and climbed in.

"Ha-Harry, wh-what are you doing?????" He asked in confusion.

"It's cold and lonely in my bed, you're warm." I said snuggling up to him, nuzzling my head in his chest.

"Harry, I think you're drunk, you should go sleep in your own bed."

"No, but I want to sleep in here with you, please please Ron."

"I ok a-alright sure."

Ron had an arm wrapped around his waist, his head was snuggled in the red head's chest and their legs were already tangled together. 

There was just this certain warmth Ron held. It felt safe,comfortable, nice, warm. After the first task and the incidents from the past couple of days he needed Ron.

Harry liked him.

A lot.

Since the time that Ron stayed at Hogwarts during Christmas in first year because Harry was alone. Then the time Ron had practically sacrificed himself in Wizard's chess because Harry was more important and needed to go on. Second year when Ron saved him from the Dursley's along with Fred and George, then in chamber of secrets and before that the spiders even though Ron was deathly scared of them. Third year when Ron stood up with a bitten leg to stand in front of Harry and protect him form Sirius Black who was a supposed mass murderer and deatheater.

Harry knew he was insecure of his brothers and their success'. That he was not only Harry Potter's best friend. Because he was so much more, so so much.

Harry wanted to make him realise that but he didn't know how, Harry loved him.