Godric's Hollow - Chapter Eleven : Weather - H/R - NC-17
Title: Godric’s Hollow
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17

This is my Big Damn Table, turned into a multi-chaptered novella.

One hundred stories inspired by Broke Back Mountain.

Ron looks back on his life with and without Harry.


Chapter Eleven : Weather

Rain
So.

I had no kids at home.

Unless you counted Lizzie and the baby.

And I had no wife at home, because Hermione was frantically busy at work.

And I wanted to spend some time with Harry, but he had Alex on his hands twenty-four hours a day.

Except when she was replying to Teddy's letters, but we couldn't spend quality time shagging when she kept coming in and asking for a spelling.

So.

I asked Lizzie if she'd take some time off and take care of Alex, so Harry and I could go away for my birthday.

"Ice fishing?" she asked.

"What?"

"It's freezing cold, Dad," she pointed out. "You're not going to be able to go fishing."

"Well, no," I said. "I'm just a little stir-crazy; it's been a bad winter," I rubbed the back of my neck nervously and she smirked at me.

Smirked.

"I'm just so bored at home," I admitted. "With Ted at school there's nothing to do."

"You've got me," she pointed out.

"I know, Liz."

"And Arthur."

I laughed. "I can't breastfeed," I pointed out.

She laughed.

"Look, I want a break," I said. "And Harry can't get away unless someone takes Alex."

"You know I'll do it," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Anything for my favourite father and my favourite uncle."

"What about Fred and George?" I laughed. "And they're your bosses, too."

"Exactly," she said and we both laughed.

"Well," I smiled at her. "I'll ask your mum if it's OK, and I'll ask Harry if he wants to go."

"Dad," she said, as I was about to rise from the table. "You do know you can talk to me about things, don't you?"

"What things?" I asked.

"Well, I'm a big girl, now," she said, gesturing at her sleeping son. "You can talk to me about serious things."

"Are you finally going to tell me who the father is?" I asked.

"No," she said firmly. "That's my business. I just meant if there was anything you needed to talk about."

"Oh, Lizzie, what serious stuff would I have to talk about?" I scoffed. "I'm just your boring old dad."

"Look, I don't want to freak you out," she said gently, putting her hand on my arm. "But, look, I'm the other unconventional member of this family, aren't I?"

"What?"

"Unmarried mother, and all that," she said. "Not caring what gossiping old women say about me."

I really didn't want to ask, but I had to fill the silence. "What are you talking about, Liz?"

"You and Uncle Harry," she said.

The rain drumming on the windows was so loud I felt like it was filling the kitchen, but then I realised it was the sound of the blood pounding in my ears.

"Don't be ridiculous," I muttered.

"Daddy, I won't tell anyone," she whispered. "But I've always thought there was something there; something more than just friendship."

"Oh, god," I said.

"It's OK," she said. "It is OK, isn't it?"

"It's very OK, Lizzie," I said. "It's wrong, but it's very OK."

"I won't tell anyone," she promised. "You can have your holiday."

"I can't go away now," I objected. "I can't make you lie to your mum."

"Well, I already knew, anyway" she said. "And I doubt she's going to ask me outright if you're sleeping together."

"Oh, Lizzie!" I groaned.

"Do you… love him?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Since when?"

"Since we were boys," I admitted.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry," she said, getting up and hugging me.


Snow
It really had been a grim winter, and Hermione announced that we were both insane, but waved us off to the cottage with extra scarves and gloves.

The cottage wasn't usually available in deep mid-winter, and I hope Harry hadn't done anything dodgy to persuade the Muggles who rented it to let us stay.

We trudged through a snowdrift and cleared the front step sufficiently to force the door open and fall inside.

Where it was actually colder than outdoors, if that was possible.

I could hear Harry rolling his eyes as he set about building a fire, and I cast a few Warming Charms.

Soon it was warm and cosy and he was lying with his head in my lap and all was right with my world.

He smiled up at me. "I'm glad you wanted to get away," he said, taking my hand.

"I think I should tell you something, before anything happens," I said.

"Are you implying I'm easy?" he joked. "Have you taken me away to have your wicked way with me."

I smiled weakly.

"Ron? What's wrong?"

"Lizzie knows," I admitted.

"Knows?"

"About us."

He sat up so quickly he made himself dizzy. "How?" he gasped. "What did you say to her? 'Can you look after Alex so I can go away with my boyfriend?'"

"No," I said indignantly. "She knew. She asked me about it."

"And you admitted it?"

"I'm not going to lie to her, Harry," I objected.

"We lie to them every day," he said seriously.

"I can't lie if I'm asked a direct question," I said. "That'd make it worse."

"And if Hermione ever asks?" he demanded.

"Then I'll tell her the truth," I insisted miserably.

He deflated. "I know you will," he said, reaching for me. "And I love you for it."

"We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to," I said.

"Not want to?" he said. "You've dragged me all this way in a snowstorm, you arse is mine, Weasley."


Lightning
He flicked his wand at the floor in front of the fire and a tiger skin rug appeared.

"Kinky," I approved.

"Strip," he said.

Wow.

He wasn't often forceful, and I half laughed before I saw the look on his face.

The really, really hot look.

So I stripped.

And lay down on the rug.

And Harry knelt over me.

"Ahem," he said. "I said your arse is mine; roll over."

"Harry!"

"Roll. Over."

So I rolled.

With another flick of his wand, the room was in darkness, the only light coming from the fireplace.

The curtains weren't drawn, but there was no sliver of moonlight, as heavy, dark and pendulous clouds filled the sky.

My breath speeded up and I ground my hips down against the softness of the fur rug.

And then Harry was there, above me, his breath on the back of my neck, his knee pushing between my thighs, his hands caressing me.

His hands ran down my back and over my arse, as I arched up into his hand.

And, as a slippery finger slid between my cheeks and pressed into me, lightning flickered in the sky outside.


Thunder
I gasped.

I was half convinced that he was controlling the weather, because the rain came down in earnest, and every time he thrust his finger inside me, the lightning flickered and the thunder crashed.

"Harry," I moaned. "More."

He laughed against my ear and kissed his way down my spine, slipping his free hand beneath me to reach for my cock as his lips and tongue joined the fingers stroking inside me.

"Please," I begged.

"Please, what?" he asked, his hot breath washing over my arse and making me clench around his fingers.

"Fuck me," I snapped.

"Not yet," he said, and sliding his fingers free and ignoring my whimpers, he rolled me onto my side and lapped at my cock. "Shall I suck you?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," I breathed. "Harry, c'm'ere, lie down."

I reached for his thighs and pulled him towards me and he flashed me a quick smile as, without stopping stroking my cock, he lay on his side, pillowed his head on his arm and took me in his mouth.

I gasped and my hips bucked forward of their own accord as he sucked me.

Trying hard to block out what his tongue was doing to me, I wrapped one hand round the cock bobbing in front of my face and rested the other on his hip.

Harry groaned around me as I ran my tongue from the tip to root of his cock and nuzzled against his balls.

"Fingers," he gasped, letting go for just a second before taking me deep in his mouth again.

I laughed and ran my hand over his hip and round to caress his arse. Slipping my fingers between his cheeks I brushed back and forth across his hole before slipping a finger inside him and pushing him forward into my mouth.


Storm
I was in complete sensory overload.

My cock was thrusting into the heat of his mouth and I could feel my climax starting to build.

His hands were running over my balls, rolling them gently between his fingers before moving on to cup my arse and pull me deeper into his throat.

And the noises he was making. The groans and gasps and wet sucking noises.

Fuck.

How was I supposed to concentrate on what I was doing?

On the hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock, on the other hand, which now had two fingers deep in his arse, fucking him as he fucked my mouth.

On the smell of his body, on the taste of his cock.

And then the fucking storm was directly overhead and the thunder and lightning and Harry and I all came at the same moment.