Frío [Ronarry]

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It was cold.
Harry was cold.

"Damn cold," Harry cursed to himself.

His toes were already cold, he tried to roll up the blankets more for himself, and he realized that he didn't feel his fingers either.

Fantastic.

Harry hates the abrupt changes in temperature that came to be in the black house... well, now, his house.

Some days were warm, however others seem that not even the blankets with more padding could cover him as they should. He couldn't even use a spell to get warm because he just got cold again. It's like the damn house is now yours.

After what could have been twenty minutes Harry accepted that he was not going to fall asleep, and decided to get out of bed to make a very hot coffee, put on his sandals and wrapped himself from head to toe to go to the kitchen.

He opened the door, crossing into Ron's room with small steps to see if he had at least been able to sleep that day.

He went downstairs, he took some air and made his coffee, leaving it a little longer so that it was warmer than he normally drank it. He went to the couch and waited for the coffee to take effect and warm it up.

Harry was still cold but he had begun to relax, he was already closing his eyes when he heard footsteps coming from the stairs and Ron's characteristic yawn

"What are you doing awake?" Harry asked leaning his elbow on the shoulder of the sofa so he could see him better.

"I'm asking you the same thing," Ron replied, running his hand over his eyes.

"Cold." I answered simply, settling back on the sofa

Ron didn't respond, it was until Harry felt the couch lower a bit from the new weight that he realized that Ron had taken a seat.

They were in comfortable silence for a while until Harry shivered from the cold that Ron whispered

"Who... do you want me to hug you?" He said so softly that Harry hardly heard him.

"How?" Harry asked.

"You know, so... Cold" He said somewhat hastily

After thinking about it for a while, Harry accepted because even with the coffee already empty he still felt cold, besides, it was his best friend there was nothing wrong with it.

Harry rolled a bit to get to Ron's side of the couch and leaned into his arm, Harry trembled again but this time the reason was something different. The moment the black-haired man lay down he felt warmth and tranquility at the same time in his arms and he sighed something very hard because of how comfortable he felt.

"Comfortable, huh?" Ron said with a mocking tone.

Harry ignored the mocking tone, and just settled further into his arms.

Harry didn't understand how Ron could be so lukewarm but he wasn't something he was going to complain about.

He felt good.
Pretty.

Harry and Ron returned to remain in the comfortable silence already lost before, while the red-haired boy made gentle circles on Harry's arm, he felt good again. It seems that after all the cold he can't get that bad.