Till The End • A HarryxRon Fanfiction

Jumper

Ron slowly pulled away from Harry's grasp; causing a panic within Harry. He didn't want Ron to leave, he didn't want to be alone anymore. The feeling of being alone was the worst out of it all. Minus the amount of blood, he saw daily. Alone was always ever so slightly worse. It stung like a thousand wasps, over and over. It was something that never stopped until he found himself in Ron's arms. The pain had seemed to slip away and it felt too weird. He wanted Ron to hold him forever if it meant to feel safe and not alone anymore. 

"It okay Harry, I just need to try and stop the bleeding then I won't let go, I'm still here. You are safe." Ron reassured as he pulled away again, this time succeeding. Harry knew what Ron said was true, he never lied and that was something Harry treasured about Ron. The pair from other eyes seemed much closer than friends but that was all they were.

Ron looked at the saturated shirt around Harry's leg and couldn't help but wonder the severity of the wound. It surely had to be quite deep. Ronald sat up straight and pulled off the red and orange coloured jumper which resembled his house; Gryffindor. Which left him with a white button-up shirt which he would then take off slower. He always found buttons hard but eventually did it. His hands were shaking and his nerves went through the roof. He was so worried. 

Green eyes couldn't help but watch as Ron unbuttoned his shirt and slip it off. He was young but that didn't mean he couldn't find others attractive. A pink hue spread across his cheeks as he couldn't help but stare. Ron wasn't in the best shape physically but also wasn't fat. He was comfortable looking and Harry just wanted to be close to him again.

He unwrapped the old shirt that was around Harry's leg and tossed it out of the stall. His eyes finally seeing the large wound on Harry's upper thigh. You could see into the wound, fat trying to seal the wound shut. Harry's body was fighting to stay alive but didn't have the energy to do so. Ron's eyes welled up with tears once more and he just wanted to find the son of a bitch who did this to his beloved Harry. This sounded like he was in love with Harry but surely, that was just what friends did?

Blue eyes glanced up to Harry before wrapping the white shirt around Harry's thigh; he was gentle at first but knew to stop the bleeding it would need to be tight and that would hurt. "I'm sorry Harry..." He whispered before wrapping it around as tight as he could. In return, Harry bit his lip and let out a whimper of pain. It wasn't the worst pain and it was somehow different. The pain wasn't intentional. 

Once Ron had finished he was covered in Harry's blood; it starting to saturate his clothing. If he wasn't beside Harry it would look like he was the one bleeding. It was rather sad, covered in blood from the one you care about most. It was heartbreaking.

Harry grew weaker by the minute and was finding it harder and harder to keep his head on his shoulders. His pain was getting worse yet also fading. He was fading. Green eyes melted into blue as the two looked at each other. Emerald turned to moss as a heavy air rose. The two felt as if this was meant to happen like it was bringing them closer together. It wasn't the most pleasant way for it to occur but it was done now.

Ron's arms lifted Harry toward's him and carefully pulled the jumper he took off over Harry's head. It was cold against the blue tiles so Ron knew Harry must have been freezing. Doing so really showed Harry's malnourishment as the jumper that once would have fit him fell off his body like a dress. If it wasn't for the blood and panic Ron could say Harry looked adorable in his clothing. 

Once the jumper was on Ron gave Harry what he wanted the whole time; a warm body and a safe presence. "Don't worry Harry. I'm here now and I always will be." He promised. "Till the end." He whispered, guilt burning its way through Ron's veins. A rare smile pushed its way to Harry's features and he clung back on to Ron. 

The weak boy did attempt to speak back but physically couldn't, he grew weaker and weaker. It was coming to a point where his eyes would no longer open. Harry could feel himself falling, like a fallen angel from the sky. He could feel his body giving up on him and it was honestly terrifying. He didn't want to die but if he did at least this. Being with Ron would be his last moments. They will be the memories he held on to. Not the Dursleys. Not Vernon. He wouldn't be dying alone, he would be dying in the arms of someone who cared for him and wanted to protect him. That was all he could have asked for with the life had endured. Harry knew he was bound to die soon, apparently now was the time and he was no longer so against the idea of it.

Somehow the body in his arms grew heavier; like it was a dream and the Harry he remembered before this was coming back to him. However, knowing this wasn't the case sent lightning bolts of fear through his chest. Harry had lost way too much blood for it to be safe and Ron was so scared his thoughts went fuzzy. He couldn't figure out what to do and it angered him. He shook his head to try and snap himself out of it and somehow, just out of luck and sure will power Ron managed to be in control of his thoughts once more. A sigh of relief blew out and he quickly but gently scooped Harry's frail body up.

Not completely gone Harry whimpered quietly, curling into Ron's chest. That was the last of Harry before he faded away into a limp mass of blood, scars and bruises. Ron felt it and his eyes blurred with tears. "No please Harry, you can't die. Not now." He cried as he rushed out of the boy's bathroom. He couldn't live with himself if Harry died. He wanted to save him, he wanted to help him grow back into the happy boy he was last year. He wanted to let Harry know that...

He thinks he loves him.

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