Harry Potter Oneshots

forty four-ron/harry

ship: harry/ron

prompt: i was trying to sleep and this happened

setting: their house

category(?): comfort, fluff? idkman

warning/tags: implied ptsd and panic attacks

notes: it's 5am and im tired af. also I can't think of the word that means you say something without saying it. like, 'mentions of __' implied? like idk maybe?? -- I figured it out XD

words: 800

Harry closed the door roughly and tossed his keys and coat on the nearby counter. "Anybody home?" he called, sighing. Obviously calling it out wouldn't change the fact that no one was ever home. Ron never came home until nearly nine o'clock, despite the fact that he and Harry got off work at relatively the same time.

Harry kicked his shoes off and made his way to the kitchen; more specifically the fridge.

He found nothing much of interest, so settled on a loaf of bread and firewhiskey. He didn't much like getting drunk, so he poured himself two glasses before putting the bottle away.

He sat on the kitchen island munching away until he looked at the clock. Six forty-five. So he was already an hour late. What else was new?

Harry spent the next hour cleaning, with the Telly on in the background.

Nearly eight o'clock, and he decided to make his way upstairs. He took his shower, dressed, and did all his nightly things before crawling into bed.

Five minutes of laying in the dark he heard a few loud banging noises followed by screams. His body suddenly felt very tense and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He tried to steady his breathing, and found his chest hurt slightly. His eyes were watery, and suddenly he was crying for no apparent reason.

It was eight seventeen, and Ron was home.

"Harry?" Ron called, receiving no answer.

Seeing Harry's keys and cloak in their place, Ron knew he'd been cleaning and frowned. Harry only cleaned when stressed. Taking a forgotten piece of bread, Ron made his way upstairs.

"Harry, where a-oh." Ron had finally noticed his boyfriend in bed, crying.

Hurrying to his side, Ron sat awkwardly. "What's, uh, what's up?" You idiot, he thought what kind of question is that?

Harry didn't look at him as he hastily wiped his few tears. "Ron? 'm fine."

Ron stared at him. "I'm stupid, but not that stupid, Harry."

Harry chuckled before it descended into a quiet sobbing sound.

Ron didn't hesitate to bring him into an embrace this time. "Oh, Love, what's wrong?" he whispered against Harry's cheek.

Harry relaxed against him. "I dunno,"

Ron didn't believe him.

"Really, Ron." Harry turned to look at him, his green eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I was fine all night, then I got in bed and..." He waved his arms as though to say 'and this happened'.

Ron toyed with Harry's fingers and shifted so Harry was partly in his lap. "Then we'll have to make you feel better, won't we?"

Harry looked at him curiously. "But-"

Ron shifted them so they were cuddling, facing towards each other. "Helping?" Ron asked, kissing Harry's nose.

"A bit." Harry breathed.

"What were you thinking about?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged with one shoulder. "I wasn't lyi-"

"Shh, Love. I know you weren't. I just thought if we knew what you were thinking, that could help."

"I don't know...I was just scared, I guess."

"You seemed fine at work."

Harry agreed. "But that was with you," he blushed. "you didn't come home until I was nearly asleep."

"I'm sorry."

"You do that a lot." Harry told him sadly.

"I know." Ron apologized.

It was silent until it occurred to Ron that Harry had said he was scared. "Wait, why were you scared?"

"I heard noises."

"What noises?"

"I think it was just some kids setting off a loud thing."

"You're so descriptive." Ron teased.

Harry pinched him. "I don't know what it was, prat! It was just loud, and booming, and then there were screams-"

"Did it remind you of the war?"

Harry didn't have an answer for that, and just looked at Ron. "I don't know. Maybe."

"I noticed you cleaned. Was that before or after?"

"Before, maybe after? I was really nervous since I got home."

Ron nodded. "I should've been here, Harry."

Harry nodded. "Where do you go? You never come home with me."

"I go out and..."

"And?"

"You're going to think it's stupid." Ron looked at the wall.

Harry kissed his cheek lightly. "No I won't."

"Will too."

"Will not. Now tell me."

"I've been taking...guitar lessons with a Muggle."

Harry stared at him. "..Why?"

"I wanted to impress you." Ron chuckled nervously. "That's beside the point! I should have told you, and been here for you, but I wasn't and you got scared and you cried an--"

"Shut up, it's not your fault. Any normal person w-"

"Since when has our life been normal?"

"Never."

"And I wouldn't change a thing. Did you have dinner, or just that bit of bread?"

"How did you-?'

''It was on the counter. Now come down to the kitchen and I'll make you dinner."

"No way, you'll blow up the house! I'm cooking."