Godric's Hollow - Chapter Three : Colours - 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 Three : Colours

Red
It was Harry.

Hermione screamed and I think Ginny was apologising.

It was Harry and he looked nervous and defiant and a little bit thinner and a little bit lost and I opened my arms and hugged him.

He buried his face in my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist and I held him tight.

Tight.

It was Harry and he was in my arms and he smelled like Harry and his hair tickled my face and my blood pounded through my body and I heard and saw everything through a red mist.

I held him at arms length and shook him, fingers digging hard into his flesh.

“You sod,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I hugged him again.

I closed my eyes and breathed him in, one hand buried in his hair.

My wife and my sister were watching, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I felt like I was coming back to life.

I felt like I hadn’t seen anything in five years, until I saw his face; I hadn’t smelt anything until his scent filled my lungs; my hands had been numb until I felt his skin under them; I had been deaf until I heard the door close quietly behind me.

I looked up and Hermione and Ginny had gone into the flat, leaving us alone.

I hadn’t tasted anything until his mouth opened under mine.


Orange
I knew he knew about Hermione, about my girls, but I couldn’t face him seeing them yet.

I tore my mouth away from his. “Come with me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he whispered.

I held him tight and Side-Along-Apparated him to my old room at the Burrow.

Nothing had changed; the blur of players circled the room, moving from poster to poster.

I Imperturbed the door and dropped my wand.

His eyes followed it and he swallowed.

But he knew why we were here.

We fell upon each other, our hands desperate to slide beneath clothing, our mouths hungry.

His fingers were mapping my chest as I unzipped both our jeans and pushed them down to our knees, not thinking of kicking off my trainers, not able to waste a second before freeing my cock and pressing up against his.

I wrapped my hand round both and stroked a few times, but it wasn’t enough.

He was shaking as he bit hard on my shoulder, lapping at the broken skin.

I knew I had to be inside him, but I wasn’t going to ask.

I turned him around and bent him over my old bed, hearing the air whoosh out of his lungs as he landed. He moaned and frantically kicked one foot free of shoe and jeans and I grabbed my wand and shot the lube over his arse as he spread his legs for me.

I leant over him, one hand tangled in his hair as I pushed his face into the dusty orange bedspread, the other using my cock to spread the lube between his cheeks.

He groaned and pushed back against me as I slid slowly inside him.

After a few strokes I pulled his head back and he gulped in air, his breath hissing between his teeth as I thrust again.

I covered his body with mine, hooking my arm round his throat and kissing what I could reach of his face. Grabbing his hip with my free hand, I pulled him back against me with every thrust and he was almost sobbing as I reached beneath him to stroke his cock.

Our ragged climaxes rocked through us and I numbly pulled out of his body, sitting beside him on my bed, my trousers round my ankles, trying to catch my breath.

“Why?” I asked, chest heaving. “Why have you come back?”

He surged up and round, leading with his fist and catching me on the cheekbone.

“Fuck!” I spat as blood flew. “Harry!”

His other hand came up and I flinched, but gentle fingertips ran over my face and he said, “I’m sorry.”

“You left me,” I said.

“I’m sorry.”

“Is that all you can say?” I demanded.

“I’m going to marry Ginny,” he whispered.


Yellow
I couldn’t breathe.

It felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

We sat there, him covered in our spunk, me covered in blood and gasping for air.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Stop saying that,” I whispered. “Fucking stop saying that. You’re not sorry.” I stood and pulled my trousers up, turning my back on him as I dressed. I could hear him doing the same.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said in a low voice. “But I had to see you again; I’ve missed you so much.”

“I love you,” I said, and it sounded pitiful to my ears. I blinked hard and wiped the blood off my face with my sleeve.

“Ron, don’t…”

“I fucking love you, Harry.”

“Then come away with me,” he said.

There was a ringing silence.

“Where?” I asked blankly.

“I have a flat in Muggle London, and a job. We could be together.”

“I can’t,” I said. “I can’t leave my girls, I can’t live as a Muggle.”

I felt such a coward as he nodded sharply, turning his face away.


Green
“What about Ginny?” I asked nastily. “You gonna make her live as a Muggle?”

“No,” he said, in a very small voice.

I have never felt such pure envy in my entire life.

Yes, I’ve often grumbled about my lot; I’ve resented owning nothing but hand-me-downs.

All I’d ever wanted was to have something of my own, and I had Hermione, and my girls, and my flat and I was doing just fine, thank you very much.

And now this.

Harry would be with me if I give up everything – family, home, job.

But he’ll return to our world and marry Ginny, with the whole country watching.

And it’ll be a lie.


Blue
“You know how intolerant the Wizarding World is, Ron,” he whispered. “We’d be in such trouble if they knew we were together.”

“Then stay away from me. Don’t fuck me and marry my sister, Harry.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Stop saying that, please,” I begged him, miserably.

I’d cried over him before, but now I dashed them away when my eyes filled with tears. “You should have said something straight away,” I snarled, narrowing my eyes and backing away from him.

“Don’t look at me like that, Ron,” he said quietly.

“You should have made sure that Ginny told us. Told us she was seeing you, told us she was getting married, told us something,” I said. “Not just brought you here. She thinks it’s a nice surprise, doesn’t she? She doesn’t know that she’s second best.”

“Nor does Hermione,” he whispered, and I hit him.


Purple
We cleaned up in grim silence and Apparated back to my flat, both covered in blood now, to find ‘our girls’ waiting anxiously.

“Oh, Ron,” Hermione wailed. “You haven’t actually been fighting.”

“Leave them alone, Hermione,” Ginny interrupted. “They had a lot to get out of their systems, right?”

“Yes,” said Harry, glumly.

“Ginny wanted to take Harry back to the Burrow tomorrow,” Hermione scolded and Harry met my eyes and we both almost laughed. “But how can she, when you’re both covered in bruises? Look at your eye, Ron!”

“Please, leave us alone, Hermione,” I begged. “Harry and I had a lot to sort out, and I think Ginny has some news for us, and then she can heal our bruises.”

Harry looked startled that I was just going to ignore it, but what else could I do? We’d leave it all in my old room at the Burrow.

At least we had our friendship back, and it would just have to be the last time we were together.


Brown
Ginny took Harry off to the bathroom to heal his cuts and bruises.

Hermione sat and glared at me.

I tried to look as pitiful as I could, but it was hard to care.

“I can’t believe you hit him,” she said eventually.

“He hit me first,” I sulked, feeling completely browned off.

“Why would he come back after all this time and then hit you?” she asked.

What was I supposed to say? Because I fucked him and then asked him why he’d left me? I shrugged.

“Oh, Ron,” she said, coming and sitting by my side. “I know how much you’ve missed him; everything will be better now, won’t it?”

I looked at her, at her shining, happy face. “Yeah, of course,” I said. “It’ll be good to have him back.”

Ginny stormed out of the bathroom, and came and looked at my face.

“I’m fine,” I said. “It’s stopped bleeding.”

She shook her head at me. “I cannot believe you hit him,” she hissed. “It has taken me months to get him to come and see you.”

“Well, some warning would have been nice,” I hissed back.

“Please, both of you, stop it,” Hermione complained. She hated it when I fought with my siblings, she just didn’t get it.

Didn’t understand how you could fight so hard, but still love someone.

Would never understand that I hit Harry because I loved him so much.

“Oh, go and put that shirt in the hamper,” she snapped. “And lend Harry a clean shirt, seeing as it’s your fault his is covered in blood.”


Black
Of course, the family, our friends, the whole Wizarding World welcomed him back with open arms.

The Boy Who Lived was back, and getting married, and the war was finally forgotten.

And no one but Ginny noticed that I was still upset.

She blamed herself for not warning me, I think.

And maybe if I’d known about them, known he was coming, known that I’d see him.

But couldn’t have him.

Maybe if he hadn’t been sprung on me like that, hadn’t held me, hadn’t kissed me.

Maybe I could have welcomed him back as a friend.

But Harry had made the first move.

He’d never beaten me at chess, but I’d played black this time.


White
Of course their wedding was perfect.

The hugest meringue of a white wedding.

It was held in the grounds at Hogwarts, and everyone in the Wizarding World was there.

Harry looked very smart and very nervous, as he got ready in his Dress Robes.

As I helped him get ready in our old dorm.

The Best Man has to help the groom, you know.

Yes, of course, the bastard asked me to be his Best Man.

OK, he gave me a get-out clause; he wanted me to do it, but he understood if I couldn’t.

Well, he’d be the only person at the wedding who’d understand.

On the whole, I decided it was better to do it.

My heart would break as I watched him marry her, anyway, I couldn’t add the disapproval of my entire family.

When we stood side-by-side, admiring our robes in the mirror, I thought of standing before this very mirror while dressing for the Yule Ball, how I’d hated my robes, how jealous I’d been of Viktor and Hermione.

I thought of us standing before the Mirror of Erised together.

How Harry had hoped for a family; and how he was getting mine, today.

How I had hoped for, what? Glory, recognition?

Well, I’d had that after the war, I suppose.

That’s not what I wanted now.

I knew what I wanted, but I would have to give up everything I had, and I just couldn’t do it.

Harry’s eyes met mine in the mirror. “Time to go down,” he said, voice cracking.

I nodded.


Colourless
Everything went off beautifully, everyone said so.

I couldn’t even hear what I said, as I gave my Best Man’s speech, the blood was pumping so loudly in my ears.

Afterwards, I sat and watched everyone laughing and drinking and dancing in their very best Dress Robes.

Silks and satins and velvets.

Robes and sashes and pointy hats.

Our people really enjoy dressing up for a special occasion, always have.

And apparently it was appropriate that the war heroes wore their decorations and medals.

And there was a splash of Weasley hair wherever I looked.

And I couldn’t see any of it.

Harry was my brother-in-law and the world was empty and colourless.