The Diary From 1977

Platonic Soulmates

Ron walked into the living room a bit later and motioned him off the couch. "Come on, mate." He smiled. "I want you to help me with my testosterone shot before we get to Hogwarts." Harry nodded, following the ginger to their shared bedroom. Although Mrs. Weasley said that he could stay in Fred and George's room, he didn't want to leave Ron.

Ron went over to his dresser and pulled out a little yellow bag full of his testosterone bottles and needles. He grabbed the needle and took it out of the sterile bag, as well as the bottle. He then proceeded to put a small amount of air into the syringe before putting in the medicine and pushing the air into the container. Once he got the medicine into the syringe, he grabbed an alcohol swab and looked at Harry. "Here you are."

He watched as Ron got out his testosterone packet. It was not a new sight; he has seen him do it since fourth year. He smiled per his statement and walked closer to his best friend. "Okay, but I don't want to mess anything up. I don't even know how you do this."

Ron simply looked over at him and laughed. "It's pretty simple, I did the hardest part. You can either stick it at the start of my bum, thigh, or arm." He thought it over. "Actually, not my arm because it gets sensitive."

Harry nodded at his instructions. Easy enough. "Okay, er, not your bum. Or your arm-- so I guess I'll do it on your thigh." He took the needle from his grasp and looked towards the bed. "Mate, do you mind sitting on the edge of the bed? Might make it easier at the angle."

Ron looked at him as he sat on the edge of the bed.. "You know Harry, I think this might be a thing, if you're up for it. It is a hassle trying to do it myself." He laughed softly, but in his mind this was an intimate moment between the two. Not romantically, but something that brought them close together because Ron's gender identity and Harry were the two closest things he had.

His eyes followed as the ginger sat on the edge of the bed. There, that might be easier. Just then, something in his eyes lit up at his suggestion. "I wouldn't mind. At least when I'm around you; I find this to be really fun and intimate."

Ron smiled at Harry in return before replying to his comment. "I just feel like it's better for us to bond this way."

"I agree." This was extremely nice bonding. He wouldn't want to spend this moment with anyone else. He was elated to be helping him with such an important thing like this. Another thing was that he was super proud of how far Ron had come with his gender identity, and he'd make sure he knew that every second of his life. He held the syringe in his hand and pointed it to the wet area on Ron's thigh. With hesitation, he glanced up at him and offered a small smile. "Are you ready?"

Ron hated this everytime he did it in all honesty; he wished he didn't have to do this everyday for the rest of his life to balance his manhood. He wished all the time that he would have been born a male. Harry's question brought him out of his thoughts. "Yes, I'm ready."

Carefully, he injected the testosterone into his thigh. Keeping his eyes trained on Ron's pale, freckled face in case anything went wrong. "Are you okay?" When the medicine in the needle was gone, he pulled it out carefully. "You're not dying, are you?" He cupped the ginger's face and tilted their head to the side slightly in worry.

Ron chuckled to his best friend's worried expression and nodded his head. "Of course I'm okay, mate." He replied softly, placing a hand on his thigh to show it didn't hurt. "I'm not dying."

He sighed a breath of relief. Thank Merlin he was okay. And thank Merlin nothing went wrong. This is good for future purposes - to know he wouldn't single handedly kill Ron by inserting a needle into him. Everything was eased instantaneously. He nodded and let the sides of his face go. Eventually he changed out of his clothes and into maroon colored pajamas. Ron had the same set but in green, since he constantly told Harry, "Green color looks better on gingers. Shame I wasn't the only Weasley to be in Slytherin."

"Goodnight, Harold. Sleep well." Ron mumbled, dozing off into a deep slumber.

"Goodnight, Ronald. You too." Harry turned his lampshade off and fell asleep moments later.