More - H/R - PG-13
Title: More
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words : 600
Rating: PG-13

This is a sequel to If he ever needs more, ‘cos I got told off for leaving them in limbo. And it is for lardencelover - she knows why!!


More
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“No, Hermione. Look, it’s ok. Even before I fell in love with him, he filled every minute of my days. It’s not really any different. I couldn’t get him out of my system if I tried. And I’m not going to try. I will be here for him – as a friend, if that is what he needs – but if he ever needs more, then he only need ask.”

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Harry was late home from practise yet again, and Ron was sitting on the sofa with a beer, listening to the Muggle radio, when he Apparated into the lounge. Harry looked at him, sitting there all lonely and grumpy, and he smiled wryly and shook his head.

Summoning his own beer from the kitchen, Harry went and sat at the other end of the sofa, toed off his shoes, swung his legs up and dropped his feet in Ron’s lap.

Ron looked sideways at him and grunted a hello.

“Why are you listening to this?” Harry asked, frowning.

Ron sighed. “The flat was too quiet,” he shrugged, “Hermione was over earlier. She says hello.”

“What d’you get up to? What did I miss?” Harry tilted his bottle up to his lips.

Ron shrugged again. “Nothing much. We just talked. I said you’d be late home. You, um, see people after practise quite a bit.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “See people?” he queried. “I have a drink with the team sometimes. ‘See people’ – do you mean ‘date people’?”

Ron waved vaguely towards him with his bottle. “I don’t mean anything. You just come home late. A bit.”

“I’m not dating anyone, Ron,” said Harry, lightly, “I just, I don’t know, don’t want to be under your feet the whole time.”

Ron turned to face him now. “You’re staying out to avoid me?”

“Not to avoid you, you git!” Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re knackered when you get home from work, I’m just giving you some space.”

Ron shook his head. “I don’t need space. Not from you, Harry. I don’t like being here alone.” God, way to sound really needy. “I mean, it’s ok, but it’s better if you’re here.” Great.

“Oh,” said Harry, frowning slightly, “well, I’m really only wasting time, hanging around the stadium, I can come home earlier.”

“No,” groaned Ron, “I don’t mean you have to come home and babysit me. You do have other friends. I’m not your keeper.”

Harry smiled. “You used to be. Best Keeper I ever played with.”

“Very funny,” Ron snorted. But now Harry was looking at him seriously, and he suddenly felt very nervous, which was ridiculous, because this was Harry.

And suddenly he wanted to know. Wanted to know what he meant to Harry. He licked his lips.

"Harry. I really like you," he said, not quite meeting his eyes.

And Harry kicked him gently, to make him look up properly, and smiled and said "I could tell. I like you too."

Ron looked irritated. “No, Harry,” he said, patiently, “I like you.” He sighed and pushed Harry’s feet out of his lap, resting his arms on his knees and letting his hair fall around his face.

Harry swung his legs under him and fell on his knees in front of Ron. Reaching up, he pushed Ron’s hair back, so he could see his eyes. “I know,” he whispered.

Ron’s eyes opened wide, and he went very pale – every freckle dusted across his nose standing out darkly. “H-Harry?” he stuttered.

Harry knelt up and his hand slipped deeper into Ron’s hair as he came closer. “Ron,” he whispered, as their lips met.