One Taste Was All It Took - Drarry

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SO SORRY ABOUT THE MAJORLY SLOW UPDATE!!

(Published: 4/14/17)

Ron's POV:

I didn't know what to say, so I sort of just stood there awkwardly until Ginny gave me one of her glares, and I knew I had to do something before she bit my head off.
"Sooo..." I began. "I guess we should talk...?" I silently cursed myself for making that a question. Of course we needed to talk! Why couldn't I just say something to him? He's my best friends! It's not like I'm still mad at him or anything!
Wait... that's not what he thinks, right? What if he's scared that I'm still angry with him? It wasn't his fault that Malfoy happens to be a major prick!
"Yeah, we should talk." Harry replied, snapping me out of my thoughts. He then rubbed the back of his neck. "Listen," he said. "I'm sorry about the whole, Malfoy situation..."
"What?" I asked, though I wasn't really that stunned. "You think I blame you for what happened? No way mate! It's not like you asked for any of it."
Harry nodded, and we fell back into an awkward silence.
"So...we good?" He asked.
I grinned. "Always."
Harry laughed. "Well not these past couple of months." He joked.
Giving him a friendly shove, we walked out the door, past a confused looking Ginny, and downstairs to hang out in the living room, and maybe get something to eat.
We sat there, on the couch, and we talked for what must have been hours. We caught each other up on what'd been happening in each other's lives, not that there was much other than school. We laughed and joked around, and no one bothered us because they were all relieved we were talking again.
I sighed. Who knew how much I'd really missed this.

~time skip - early Christmas morning~

Harry's POV:

I woke early to the sound of Ron jumping out of bed excitedly.
"Wake up already, Harry!" He said. "It's Christmas!" And with that, the red haired boy ran out the door and down the stairs.
I grabbed my glasses off of the small dresser near my bed, then quickly followed in pursuit.
By the time I got downstairs, Ron had already opened one of his presents, and Fred and George had both just finished. All three Wesley boys were wearing their homemade Christmas sweaters that Mrs. Weasley made for each of us every year.
In fact, that was the first gift I opened when I joined them, and had just pulled it over my head when the girls and the rest of the Weasley family came down the stairs.
Mrs. Weasley beamed when she saw us all wearing them, and asked if they fit alright.
"They're wonderful Mrs. Weasley." I told her, making her smile widen.
I loved Christmas at the Weasley's, they always made me fell welcome, and at home. The more I really thought about it, the more I realized that it was because it was my home.
Like Hogwarts, this house was the closest thing I'd ever really had to a home, and these people were defiantly my family.