Cinderella - H/R - R
Title: Cinderella
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ron
Words: 1900
Rating: R for language

It is March 1st, and that means that it is Ron Weasley’s birthday. Without Ron Weasley I wouldn’t be here. I would have enjoyed the books, but I would never have found the fandom, and all of you, and I would never have been a ‘writer’.

I have never felt like this about a fictional character. I just adore my brave, loyal, funny, loving, passionate boy. And if she hurts him on July 16th and Harry doesn’t kiss him better, then I will just die!

Happy 25th Birthday Ronald Bilius Weasley. May you have many, many more – and may you be living happily ever after, with Harry, or Hermione – or both!

This is a sequel to My Eyes! and Arse.


Cinderella
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So not only was it my fault that I had seen Harry shagging Malfoy, but I realised I had only made things worse by going to Hermione.

Basically, I’d had four options, as I sat on my bed and stared at Harry’s and imagined his arse flexing and thrusting and grinding down against that bloody ferret.

One, throw myself in the lake.

Two, find someone to Obliviate me.

Three, go and tell Hermione, and have her two steps ahead of all the way through. Not to mention having her imply all sorts of ridiculous things about me and Harry.

Four, go and tell Ginny. I am such an idiot.

So, after leaving Hermione, and blocking her “Just think about it, Ron” as it followed me out of the library, that is what I did. Go and look for my sister. My only sister, who not only knows me pretty well, but can be relied on to loathe Malfoy and worship Harry. Yeah, that’s what I needed. A sensible opinion.

Ginny was curled up on the couch in front of the fire in the common room, with Crookshanks on her lap and a book in her hands. She grunted a welcome as I thumped down beside her and idly scratched Crookshanks behind his ears.

“Gin,” I said and nudged her with my elbow and she “hmmm?”ed me and Crookshanks gave me the evil eye and jumped down and sat on the carpet at our feet and started licking his arse.

Ginny turned to me and said something, but now I had the word ‘arse’ back in my head, and I didn’t hear her.

I had prepared my speech about Harry and Malfoy and I wasn’t going to start it by saying ‘arse’ like I did with Hermione, and now I was thinking ‘Harry’, ‘arse’ and ‘licking’. And I could see Malfoy’s hands cupping Harry’s arse cheeks and pulling them apart and could see the finger slipping inside him and I buried my face in my hands and gave a muffled scream.

Ginny, to her Weasley credit, didn’t react. When I looked up at her, she was waiting for me to speak and had raised her eyebrows.

“Gin, d’you still fancy Harry?” I asked and they descended into a ferocious scowl.

“No, Ron, I don’t. I don’t fancy your best mate. You cannot pimp me to your best mate because he’s lonely.”

“No. No, no, no,” I muttered. “Not you. No.”

She looked concerned. “Ron, what are you babbling about?”

“Me. Maybe. I think. I could. Fancy him.”

“You?”

“Yeah. Maybe. How did you know? When you did. You know what.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I was eleven. I drew our names all over my notes with little hearts round them. How about you? How do you know?”

“Because ever since I watched him fucking Draco Malfoy I can’t stop picturing his arse flexing.”

“That’s not the same thing at all,” she said, snippily, and then looked closer and realised I wasn’t joking. “Ron?” she whispered, turning to face me. “Are you serious? Harry and that slime? And how the fuck did you see it?”

“Oh, Gin!” I wailed, so grateful for finally finding someone on my wavelength. “I was in the dorm, and I heard Harry coming up the stairs with someone, and I didn’t want them to see me and feel awkward, and so I hid under Harry’s Cloak.”

“To get some good ammo to tease him with,” she pointed out.

“Yes!” I crowed. Never had I been so proud of my sister. She understood. “And then Harry Impeturbed the door!”

“Well, that wasn’t your fault!” she said indignantly. We’ve always been really close, me and Ginny.

“So there I was, trapped. And they were kissing, and then ripping their clothes off and Harry dragged him to the bed and flung him down and leapt on top of him and God. Harry looked amazing. He’s too thin, you can see every rib, Gin. But his arse.”

Ginny sniggered. “Yeah, I always liked his arse.” I raised my eyebrows. “Well, not when I was eleven!”

“Well, you should see it now. You should see it naked. It’s perfect. It’s like in Cinderella. Her foot fitted the glass slipper, and Harry’s arse would just fit in my hands…” I broke off, aware that this was possibly too much information.

Ginny was looking at me dubiously.

“Malfoy squeals like a girl when he comes,” I told her, and she sniggered again.

“Anyway. They dressed and left and I went to tell Hermione, and she was all ‘Who was he with? Was it Malfoy? Are you sure you aren’t in love with him?’ And I hate it when she does that. If she knows something, why doesn’t she tell me? Why wait until I come and tell her and then drip it out, one step ahead of me all the time?”

“Well, what are you going to do now?” Ginny asked.

“Do?” I asked. “Why do I have to do anything?”

“Oh, Ron!” she snapped. “We have two problems here. Firstly, Harry is being debauched by that evil, cowardly Slytherin, and someone has to split them up. Secondly, you have discovered that you have feelings for your best friend. Luckily, you have also discovered that he shags blokes. How can we solve both these problems?”

“I’m supposed to split them up?” I asked.

“Yup,” she said.

“But how?” I wailed. “Gin, I can’t tell him I know! I can’t tell him I saw. I can’t tell him I want him. I can’t even face him! Oh God. How can I look him in the face?”

“When all you can see is his arse?”

“Not funny, Ginevra. I’m serious. I can’t face him!” I stared into the fire, picturing Harry walking into the common room and sitting down with us. What would he say? What could I say?

I was so hypnotised by the awfulness of this prospect that I didn’t hear Harry walking into the common room and sitting down with us until someone cleared their throat and said “Ron?”

I turned to see my best friend in all the world sprawled on the couch next to me. His hair was windswept and his cheeks had a healthy colour in them and I couldn’t look him in the eye, but when I looked down I could see his collarbone peeking over the neckline of his t-shirt, and I could picture the rest of his body and I wanted to just sink my teeth into his arse and I blushed.

“Ron?” he said again, louder this time, and I managed an ‘mmm?’ in reply. “Ron, I’ve got myself in to one hell of a mess, can we talk?”

“In front of Ginny?” I asked, but as I turned away from him I realised my beloved sister had abandoned me. I sighed. It was Harry. Whatever he asked of me I would do. New and inappropriate feelings or not. It was Harry. “Sure, Harry,” I said, turning back to him and tucking one leg under me. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve sort of been seeing someone,” he muttered and I winced.

“Oh?” I managed, as neutrally as possible.

“Not for long. I don’t know how it happened. I guess I suspect anyone who shows an interest in me, but this, um, person isn’t impressed by the Boy Who Lived crap.”

He peeked up at me through his fringe, looking really nervous and utterly edible and I knew that just as I would lay my heart at his feet if he asked, so I was going to have to smile and give my blessing to his relationship with that evil, cowardly… with Malfoy. Draco.

“So. You’ve met someone who cares about you?” I asked, carefully.

“No, not really,” he said, completely wrong-footing me.

“What?” I said.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, a sign that he was really nervous. “I met someone who doesn’t care about me,” he said.

“What?” I spluttered. “How is that a good thing?”

Harry sighed. “Because it made me accept some things about myself that I was really reluctant to see. It made me see that time is short and I have to take risks if I want something. We ended it just now. It was obviously just a physical thing for both of us, and we both wanted other things. Other people. Actually he already has a girlfriend,” Harry finished nonchalantly, and froze, waiting for me to blow up.

“Malfoy has a girlfriend?” I shouted.

Harry looked as stunned as if a tree had fallen on him. “Year below us. In Slytherin. Her name is Ayve. H-how, how did you know it was Malfoy?” he whispered.

“Ah,” I said, frantically trying to come up with a how. I could say that Hermione had guessed. But I owed him the truth. “I saw you,” I muttered. “Before. In the dorm. I was in there and I was trapped and I hid. And I saw you. Harry, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh!”

“I’m sorry.”

“And you were OK with it?” he asked tentatively.

“No! No I wasn’t fucking OK with it! Malfoy, Harry? Malfoy! How? How could you?”

He gasped and looked dreadful. Like I’d punched him.

“I told you, it just happened. And it was just physical. I wasn’t in love with him. But it showed me that I like blokes. And that was hard to accept.”

“No, really?” I snorted. “Because it looked like you’d made a pretty good job of accepting it from where I was standing.”

“Can you accept it?” he asked quietly.

“Accept what? You with a bloke or you with Malfoy?”

“I’m not with Malfoy anymore. Can you accept me with a bloke?”

With a bloke. He already had someone in mind. He’d said he wanted ‘other people’. Harry looked down at his lap, where he was worrying the seam of his jeans with a thumbnail.

I sighed and captured his nervous fingers in mine. “Of course I can, Harry. I’m sorry I shouted at you. It was just Malfoy. Anyone else, OK? You have my blessing.”

“Maybe I don’t want your blessing,” he said in a small voice.

I frowned. “Well what the hell is this about, then?” I asked petulantly.

“Maybe I want something else from you,” he whispered and turned his hand in mine, entwining our fingers.

“Harry?” I swallowed hard. “What are you doing?”

He leant closer and pressed the ghost of a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “What did you think when you saw me in bed with him?”

“That he squeals like a girl when he comes,” I whispered, unable to see anything but Harry’s huge, green eyes.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“That he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Anything else?”

“That you have the most perfect arse I have ever seen and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind all day.”

And as I closed the distance between us and sealed my mouth over his, Harry climbed into my lap and ran his fingers into my hair and I slid my hands down and round and cupped that delicious arse in my hands. And it was a perfect fit.


Perfect.