Hello my dear mischievous friend! can i ask you to write a little something for me, when you have time? Ron is the one thing Harry would miss most in GOF, i was wondering can you write about him talking to Harry about "leaving" this role to Ginny? thank you :)
A/N: I kinda played around with this prompt but it’s got some quality brotp time where they definitely discuss Ron being the thing Harry would miss most. Hope you like it :) Also, does it count as posting it the day I said I would if its technically the next day but I haven’t gone to sleep?
Harry nodded his thanks to the departing healer before turning his attention back to his battered and bruised partner whose eyelids were beginning to droop. “Alright Ron?”
Ron smiled goofily, attempting to deliver a cheeky salute and nearly putting his own eye out in the process.
Biting back a snicker at Ron’s indignant expression, Harry shuffled around the bed, slipping his dusty over-robes from his shoulders, draped them over the stiff plastic chair, and dropped into the torturous seat.
As soon as they’d arrived at St Mungo’s – after checking Ron in with a Healer – Harry’d flooed Hermione at her hotel in Switzerland. She’d gone to consult on some new piece of legislation the Swiss ministry was promoting, partially inspired by some of Hermione’s more recent work with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
Follwing his brief explanation, she’d disappeared from the green flames in a flurry of bushy hair, barely pausing to disconnect. While she worked on getting fast track approvals to get back to the British Ministry, Harry dutifully stayed with a less than lucid Ron.
The aforementioned best mate was currently studying his hands, apparently aghast at the concept of fingers if his entranced expression and low exclamations were any clue.
Grinning to himself, Harry stood at the foot of the nondescript bed, toying with the chart that listed Ron’s injuries and medical history. “So, Hermione is trying to get back.”
Ron’s brow furrowed for a moment, eyes glazed before he nodded jerkily, “That’s good mate.”
“Should I contact the family?”
“Sure,” Ron said with a shrug, eyelids drooping again.
Delivering a comforting pat to Ron’s blanket covered foot – or possibly ankle – Harry made to leave, “I’ll floo Ginny and ask her to pass things along, maybe you’ll be asleep by the time the circus arrives.“
Ron laughed, fiddling with the scratchy white sheet. “Harry?”
Pausing with his hand on the door, Harry invites him to continue with a curious arched brow.
“Y’remember fourth year?”