Harry Potter Oneshots

thirty seven-ron & harry

ship: harry & ron

prompt: "you deserve so much better."

setting: Ron's flat

category(?): fluff

warning/tags: sad!harry, asexualiy, mild cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating, maybe some internalized aphobia, reassuring Ron

notes: just friends figuring stuff out.
-also, im really fucking proud of this. I hope it's a good as I think it is

words: 790

"You deserve so much better." Ron grumbled.

"What?"
"Nothing."

"No really. What'd you say?"

"I said you deserve so much better, okay?" Ron snapped.

"Ron, I love your sister and-"

"If she loved you she wouldn't be sleeping with what's-his-name."

"Michael."

"You know the asshole's name?!"

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Harry you're my best friend and she's my sister. I wouldn't try to break you up. She doesn't love you if she's sleeping with another guy."

Harry shrugged.

Ron leaned forward. "Mate?"

"It's my fault."

"Oh for-"

"No, it is. I told her I didn't want to have sex for a bit and she said she'd just sleep with someone else then."

Ron stared at him.

"I know it's weird that I don't want to have sex, you don't have to tell me that. But I just can't right now."

"Why haven't you broken up if you guys want different things?"

Harry shrugged. "I love her and she says she loves me."

"Do you believe her?"

Harry toyed with his sleeve. "Yeah."

Before Ron could answer Harry changed the subject. "Why are we talking about this?"

Ron shook his head. "You're thick."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

"No, really!" Ron enthused "You deserve someone who respects you enough not to cheat."

"She's not cheating if I know. And I do." Harry told him. "Look, I appreciate whatever this was, but I have work tomorrow."

"I want to help. But I can't help if you don't tell me everything."

Harry sighed and plopped back in his chair.

"You can't help, okay? There's something wrong with me. I'm some sort of freak, and I'm fine with that!"

"You're not a freak, and you're not fine with it." Ron countered. "You used to like sex, right?"

"Oh god Ron!"

"What? Should I call it the Frick and Frack? Fornicate? Do the do? Foo-"

"Shut up shut up!!" Harry moaned, his sweater over his face so Ron could only see a few unruly curls.

"Then talk. to. me!"

"Fine. It was okay before. I mean, it was sex."

"Did you like it? Were you excited to have it?"

"We're talking about your sister!"

"And it's painful for me too. But I'm willing for you!"

"Ugh fine. I guess I didn't get excited, it was nice knowing she liked it. I liked making her happy."

"But it didn't make you happy? You didnt go through work thinking, 'At least I can have sex later'?"

Harry shook his head "Not really. But I didn't mind. It wasn't until recently that I just couldn't anymore. I didn't want to come home because I knew I'd have to."

"Continue."

"I started making excuses. Like I'd say "I'm tired," or "I got hurt at work." And she was cool with it. But eventually she could tell I was lying. And soon," he shrugged. "Well tonight."

"She kicked you out so she could Frick Frack with Michael?"

"Actually Chris."

"Chris?"

"He's the newest guy. Michael said he felt bad knowing who he was hurting."

"That's fucked up."

"It's not."

"How so?"

"I'm fucked up. What kind of guy, what kind of person, doesn't like sex?"

"Charlie doesn't."

"He doesn't?"

"No, he doesn't like romance either."

"I like that. I like when Ginny gives me massages or cuddles or kisses."

"I feel like there's a word for it..." Ron muttered. "I know Mione's mentioned it sometime."

"Don't mention it to her."

"What?" Ron asked, leaning back. "But she can help."

"I don't like when she," Harry shrugged. "I don't like when she studies me. I feel like a weirdo."

"Asexual!" Ron yelped. "That's the word!"

Harry's head tilted. "What's that mean?"

"It's when someone doesn't have sexual attraction to somebody. I think."

"I don't get it."

"You know how Seamus wants to have sex with anything and everything?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"You're the exact opposite. You don't want sex. There's a ton of different kinds of asexuals, but it sounds like you."

Harry nodded again. "I don't, I don't like it."

Ron frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to be asexual. I want to be normal."

"You were never normal, Mate. But even so, just because you might be asexual doesn't mean it's a bad thing. I suggest you talk to Charlie, or look it up."

Harry nodded, but knew he wouldn't. He didn't want to tell anyone just yet. "Can I stay? Just for a few days until she says I can come back or-"

"Don't go back."

Harry just looked at him.

"She doesn't deserve you! Look, while you figure shit out you're staying here, in the guest. If you stay permanently that's fine."

Harry nodded at him. "Thanks."

Ron nodded. "All I ask is that you cook."

Harry grinned. "I can do that."

Ron hugged him awkwardly, and said, "Alright?"

"I'm scared. This is all so weird and different."

"You'll be fine, you've got me."