Harry Potter Oneshots

eighty five-ron/harry

Requested: That_annoying_kid

ship: ron/harry

prompt: "You hurt me" "I didn't do it, but if I did I was drunk" "that's no excuse!" *gets upset* "Hey?" "WHAT?" "I love you"

category(?): angst

warning/tags: cheating, infidelity, so fricking sad, daily prophet, george, hermione, baby james

setting: like 2005ish

notes: i didnt mean to make it angsty but it happened

words: 499

Ron tiptoed through the house, trying not to wale up Harry or James. Bloody hell. If he woke up James, he was dead.

  "Ron? Is that you?" Harry yawned, reaching into air for his glasses.

Ron cursed under his breath. "Er, heeeey, Harry."

Harry glared at nothing. "Where are my glasses?"

Do I have to give them to him? If he can't see he can't get mad at me, right?

Harry found his glasses, and was up on his feet now. He looked awful, but like himself. He had on only a pair of pants and a red shirt that had spit up and milk on it. His hair was as bad as ever, and he was blinking hard to wake himself up.

Ron swayed awkwardly while he waited for Harry to yell. He rarely yelled at Ron, he never yelled at James, but when he did, it was usually after Ron had been drinking.

Today, however, he didn't yell.

  "Ronnie, where were you?"

Ron sighed. "I told you I was at the pub with some mates, didn't I?"

  "You also said you'd be home before dinner."
  "Chill, Harry. I'm here now."
  "Ron, I can't do this."
  "Do what?"
  "I can't —" Harry leaned against the counter heavily. "I can't keep waiting for you to come home. I drive myself mad wondering if you will, or if you're hurt, or... Or if maybe you won't come back."

Ron frowned, and reached forward. "Mate. That's not gonna happen."

"Hermione came over last night, just before the evening Prophet goes out." Harry settled himself at the table, brushing invisible crumbs off it. "She told me not to leave, because the Prophet had a picture of you doing something."

Ron waited for him to continue, but he didn't. "What was I supposedly doing?"

"She refused to tell me, so I fed Jamie, and waited for you. Around seven, George Floo'd. He brought three boxes of triple W products. And he told me that even if we broke up, I'd still be part if the family."

When Harry looked up at him, Ron was startled to see how sad he looked. "Harry, what—"

"He gave me the photo from the Prophet. It was a picture of you kissing a girl outside Pogue Mahone." Harry stared at him, silently asking Ron to lie. To say it was a forged picture.

Ron stayed silent.

"You know Ron, you really hurt me."
  "I didn't do it, but if I did I was drunk."
  "That's no excuse!" Harry exclaimed, still not quite yelling.

Harry put his head in his hands and shook.

Ron knew from years of experience Harry was trying not to cry, and was failing.

  "Hey?"
  "What?"
  "I love you."
  "I...I love you too. We have to talk about this."
  "I know."

They were silent for a good time, until Harry said quietly, "I think I need to go for the day."
  "Okay."
  "Would you mind if I took James?"
  "I'd rather you didn't."
  "Okay."