Healing. A long, gruelling period of goblin piss and pain. To get rid of all the pain he received pain, which wasn't the worst but he just wanted it all to end. Each slash that took its time to heal felt like skin being stretched over a mile while a lighter was held up against it to fuse the skin together. It went on for hours and hours each day, he was used to being burnt for the pleasure of others but this felt even worse than that. He was told the scars would stay and the bruises wouldn't need to be healed but Harry just wished he could leave this hospital bed with Ron and get away from the pain he was getting.
Ronald hated seeing the pain dulling Harry's eyes every day. He could tell it killed him more than anything. He could tell Harry would rather drink a gallon of the medicine. Which would be strange for anyone as it tasted so bad that many could hardly swallow a sip. Ron found it hard to watch Harry in such pain. His body withered for hours and the sight of the already beaten up boy cry was heart crunching. He almost felt guilty.
Through it all Ron held Harry's hand; his own eyes watering. He sat like this for three hours every few days. Pomfrey stayed quiet and always left during this time; not being able to watch it. She knew Harry didn't deserve this and only wanted the best for Harry. This was the quickest and surprisingly least painful option.
Every day, however, Ron would teach Harry everything he use to know and kept him up to date with all the lessons. Herbology especially as like always Harry seemed most interested in that, which made the time better somehow. Despite Hermione being the person, she was with always being on time to lessons and making sure she was ahead in all her classes she made sure to see Harry. For they were also best friends after all.
Ron kept her up to date with Harry's condition but never mentioned anything he knew Harry wouldn't want him to. Sure Hermione was their friend too but Harry and Ron and grown incredibly close over the past three weeks. Yet a promise was made to Harry, a promise he wished wasn't a promise. He was promised that he would be healed enough to go to his so-called home in just two more weeks. He knew he should tell Ron but he couldn't and he knew he was going to have to hide it. Once again.
As the three hours passed the pain died down and Harry was coated in a thick mucus of sweat, a dull burn of agony around his thigh. Tears rolled down his reddened cheeks, he gripped Ron's hand and gently tugged at it. "P-Please..." Harry whispered with a coarse voice. He wanted. No, needed Ron next to him, to give him his warmth and comfort. It was the only thing that made him better after this.
Quickly, the ginger-haired man climbed up onto the bed next to Harry, the other being so small Ron could always fit on sideways. He although, liked to make sure Harry had room to move around. He didn't want him to feel trapped. "Shhh, I've got you." He whispered and gently placed a kiss on Harry's forehead, knowing it helped relax him slightly. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this." He whimpered, a quiet sniffle following as he was still letting silent tears fall.
Harry heard and slowly looked up to Ron, a soft and concerned frown replacing the look of pain. "Ron, don't apologise. This isn't your fault at all and you are actually here for me. Thank you." He replied slowly, having to take his time to talk.
He couldn't help but let his green eyes fall slowly onto the other's pink lips. They looked so enticing and had a pull. He knew how they felt on his skin but how would they feel against his own lips? His thoughts came to a halt and his cheeks flushed a bright red. Ron, having noticed smiled warmly. For a while now had he waited for the moment. This was the perfect time to show Harry something. Ron slowly brought his hand up, gently lifting Harry's chin with a finger, his eyes locking onto his lips in a pang of hunger. His eyes closed and he brought their lips together in a soft kiss. It was one of passion, love and protection.
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A/N- wow, thank you all for reading my story. Heres a chapter, I hope you enjoy.
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Till The End • A HarryxRon Fanfiction
PertualanganHarry's life is stained with scarlet, but one redhead is determined to save him. Will Harry be able to escape his fate?