#hprarepairs #ronarry
Harry clings to Ron's sweater, face buried in his shoulder as he cries. Ron holds him tight, one hand threaded in his hair, the other holding his glasses. He hated this, hated seeing Harry cry over another man who didn't deserve him.
Harry clings to Ron's sweater, face buried in his shoulder as he cries. Ron holds him tight, one hand threaded in his hair, the other holding his glasses. He hated this, hated seeing Harry cry over another man who didn't deserve him.
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"Don't worry about it, mate."
He shoves his glasses back on his face. "I just…I just want someone to look at me and say, 'It's always been you.' 'I've always loved /you,/ Harry.'"
Instead of speaking, he brushes a tear from Harry's cheek. Those bright green eyes look up at him, sparkling with hope and unshed tears. Ron's heart stutters in his chest.
Quickly, Ron takes Harry's face in his hands and kisses him. His lips are soft and chapped and—he's pushing him away.
"I don't want pity," Harry mumbles, stepping back.
"I wasn't…I'm sorry."
"I should go—"
"It wasn't pity—"
"What?"
Ron steps forward and takes his hand. "Give me a chance, Harry."
"Okay," Harry whispers.
"Okay?"
"Yes, Ron, okay."
He smiles, laughs.
"Yeah, okay."
Harry places his hand on Ron's chest, eyes brighter than before. "Kiss me again."
He does.