Harry Potter

36. “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?” with Rarry please!

“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

Ron blinks owlishly at Harry, trying to process his words. Harry is patient as he waits for a reaction, arms crossed in a protective manner, tapping a nervous little rhythm into his arm. It seems his patient wears thin after only a few moments of silence though and he lets out a sigh, green eyes shifting to look at the wall just beyond Ron’s shoulder. 

“Ron, I thought - we talked about moving in together,” Harry mutters. Ron realizes Harry looks dejected because he’s taken too long to process his words. 

“I know, I just-“ They have talked about it. The thing is that they talked about moving in together before this thing happened between them and Ron wasn’t sure if Harry would still want to move in together when everything was so new. Ron wasn’t sure if he wanted to move in together when everything was so new. What if Harry came to his senses and Ron had to move out? “I wasn’t sure if you’d still want to move in together.” 

“Why would you ever think that?” Harry asks, like Ron has made the most outlandish accusation ever. Ron doesn’t think so though. It isn’t unreasonable to think the savior of the wizarding world would get sick of him eventually. 

“What if this doesn’t work out?” Ron regrets it the second the words leave his lips, watching the hurt flash across Harry’s features. The thing between them is still undefined. It doesn’t have a label yet. It mostly consists of exchanging kisses in the dark so they don’t get caught by any of his family members. 

“Are you saying you want this to end?” 

“No!” Ron steps forward, hands reaching out to hold. He isn’t sure if Harry wants that though and simply drops his arms to his side, looking away from Harry’s hurt gaze. “Just- why?” 

Harry looks confused for a moment but Ron can see the realization click as he steps closer, reaching forward to grab Ron’s hand. “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?” The words are whispered, like Harry’s nervous, like he can brush them off if Ron doesn’t feel the same way. 

Ron sighs at his reply, finally meeting those vibrate green eyes he loves so much. “What if it doesn’t work out? I’m not exactly…” He trails off, deciding just to gesture toward himself a bit pathetically. 

“I may have been shit at divination but I see this working out,” Harry answers, reaching forward to brush Ron’s hair out of his face. There’s pink dusting his cheeks now, the bridge of his nose warm with color. “And you don’t give yourself enough credit. I wouldn’t have gotten through the last eight years without you.” 

“Harry…” Ron watches him closely, leaning into the warmth of Harry’s palm, now cupping his cheek. 

“You’re amazing Ron and I love you. Will you move in with me?” 

Ron can see it on Harry’s face, emotions swimming in his expression. It’s in that moment that Ron allows his Gryffindor bravery to shine through, ears burning as a small smile tugs up his lips. “Only if you’ll be my boyfriend.” 

The shock is evident on Harry’s face and Ron thinks for a moment he said the wrong thing. The smile that pulls up Harry’s lips says otherwise though as Harry leans forward, hand slipping from his cheek to wrap around his neck, tugging him down to press their lips together. 

“I guess it’s settled then,” Harry smiles, face so close Ron can feel his breath on his lips. “I’ll help you start packing.” 

The yes is implied. 

Hiii! Would you do angst- 16 for Rarry???

“You lost the right when you walked out of my life.”

Ron is frozen on the spot, eyes wide and unblinking as he sees Harry standing in front of him. He remembers a time when it wouldn’t have come as such a surprise to see the dark haired wizard standing in front of him, a time when Harry would be all he saw, smile drawing him in like nothing else could. 

That was then though. 

This Harry is older, dark hair short and beard trimmed nicely. He looks tired, worn down as a sheepish grin tugs at his cheeks, the skin around his eyes crinkling. Ron has to push memories of that grin aside as he looks into those green eyes. He can’t let himself fall for it again. That isn’t going to work. 

“Hi, Ron,” Harry finally says. He’s shifting his weight foot to foot, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. The nerves are obvious and Ron doesn’t blame him. If he had left two years ago after his best mate kissed him, he would be nervous to face said best mate too. “It’s been a while.” 

Ron snorts at the words. Harry is acting like it’s been two weeks not two years since he saw him last. Ron didn’t even know why he was here. This was the last thing Ron wanted. He didn’t need to dig up feelings that he long since buried. 

“What the bloody hell do you want?” He sneers, anger flaring as the shock finally wears off. Harry flinches at his tone, that grin slipping from his lips. Did he think Ron would be happy to see him? 

“I just wanted to talk,” Harry explains. He takes a tentative step forward and Ron reacts by stepping back, staying away from Harry. It’s stupid but he thinks he’ll crack if Harry touches him. It’s been so long and he’s worried his resolve will crumble with the need for his best mate if Harry gets closer. 

“You lost that right when you walked out of my life,” Ron snaps, arms crossing over his chest. He doesn’t even know why he answered the door. He never gets visitors except his family or Hermione and they use the floo system. He should have known better. 

He watches as Harry seems to stumble back at his harsh tone, hurt flashing across his features. Ron wants to laugh. Harry had no right to look hurt. He left. He left after Ron bore his heart and soul. He abandoned him two years ago. Ron has every right to be angry. 

“I just- I needed to get my head on straight,” Harry explains, like Ron asked him why he left. Ron didn’t have any plans for this conversation and he wasn’t going to let Harry continue. 

“I don’t care what you have to say, get off my property,” Ron’s tone is threatening, wand gripped suddenly between his fingers in his anger. Harry doesn’t draw his own wand at the action though, simply holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m serious!” 

“Ron, I was a stupid git. I should never have left,” Harry continues. He takes a step closer and Ron narrows his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

And fuck if Ron is going to give in just from the apology has has been waiting years to hear. “That isn’t enough Harry.” 

“I know,” Harry sighs. The bag on his shoulder slips down his arm in his surrender and Harry just ends up letting it fall to the ground. “But I’m better now. I’d like to make it up to you.” 

Ron hates that he wants to give Harry that chance. It had been low of him to kiss Harry so soon after the final battle. The other had still been grieving from the battle, fighting nightmares day in and day out. Ron had hoped knowing someone loved him would help but it only scared him away. 

“I’ll need time,” Ron answers, slowly lowering his wand. The grin that tugs up Harry’s lips has Ron’s own heart stuttering, likes he’s seventeen again and in love with his best mate. 

“Can we start with lunch?” Harry is hopeful as he watches Ron carefully. Ron lets out a sigh as he finally tucks his wand away. 

“I reckon you have to tell me where you’ve been the last two years,” comes Ron’s answer. He admitted to himself a long time ago that he would forgive Harry if he was ever to come back and this was the start of it. Ron knew it would take a long time to work up trust again, but he was willing to give it a chance. After all, he never stopped loving Harry. He wasn’t planning on ever telling him that bit though. He’ll settle for just having his best mate back.