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All things being equal - H/R - G
Title: All things being equal
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: G
Written for![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif)
harry_and_ron's fifth challenge round – The Harry/Ron FQF.
My Challenge :- Ron believes he is second rate, but Harry's head over heels for him (Harry POV).
And it can be thought of as a sequel to Mud and Custard and The Green Fairy and Telling Hermione, which makes me almost a novelist!
Betaed by mylysrouge - many thanks.
All things being equal
****
Ron didn’t earn all that much working in the shop for Fred and George. The new Seeker for the Cannons earned rather a lot.
Fred and George took care of their parents, but Ron wouldn’t take their money. Harry still had a vault full of gold.
Harry would have gladly paid for a superb flat, he really didn’t see why they should split expenses equally. Ron grimly insisted on paying his way, so they lived in the flat above the shop.
They kept it tidy, but it was clearly a bachelor pad, and rather sparsely ‘decorated’, though the bar was well stocked. Ron still felt his ‘inferiority’ keenly. Harry had no idea how to convince him otherwise.
****
Harry Apparated home after practise to find a more than usually glum Ron sprawled on the couch. He kicked Ron’s feet off the cushions and sat down, facing his friend. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
Without quite meeting his eye, Ron muttered “I nearly Outed you this afternoon.”
“Oh,” Harry wasn’t expecting that. “Um, why? Not that I’d mind – it’s you who won’t tell anyone.”
Ron shot him a disgruntled look. “Well, I was in the shop and Oliver Wood came in.”
“Oliver? You nearly told Oliver?” That didn’t sound likely at all. Ron had a bit of a thing about Oliver. Or rather Harry used to have a bit of a thing about Oliver, and that, coupled with the whole replacing-Oliver-as-Keeper-and-Captain thing, made Oliver not exactly Ron’s favourite person.
Ron groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I don’t know what came over me, Harry,” he moaned, “but Oliver was saying that, well, he said the talk in the England dressing room was that you never took up any of the offers from the witches that throw themselves at you, and that people reckoned you were gay.”
“So?”
“Harry, did you know that Oliver is gay?” Ron almost whispered.
“Yeah,” said Harry, quietly, “but so what?”
“He was dropping all these hints, Harry, practically admitted that he’d be interested if you were, asked me what I thought about it. God, Harry, it was awful.” Ron looked up at him, looking completely wretched, and Harry’s heart hurt for him. He moved closer and smoothed Ron’s hair out of his face.
“Why was it awful?” he asked gently.
Ron put his hand over Harry’s and leant into it like a cat. “I was this close to telling him you were taken, Harry, this close.”
“You should have done,” Harry said, “it’ll have to come out sooner or later. That would have been alright.”
“No,” said Ron, clearly aghast, “not like that!”
“Like what?” asked Harry, clearly baffled.
“Not, you know, me and, well, it’s Oliver and he’s England’s Keeper and what am I? I sell fart gags. He’d have laughed in my face.”
Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
Then he crawled into Ron’s lap, sitting astride him and taking his face in his hands to force Ron to look him in the eye.
“Ron,” he said, sternly, “he wouldn’t have laughed in your face. And I love this face.” He bent and kissed him, gently. “I don’t fancy Oliver.” Ron raised an eyebrow. “Anymore! And it would make things easier if everyone knew we’re together. It was great telling Hermione – when can we tell the world?”
Ron pulled him back down for another kiss, then sighed. “The world? Shit, Harry, that’s going to be fun.”
“Might as well get it over and done with,” Harry suggested, nibbling on his lip and letting his hands slip back into Ron’s hair, tangling his fingers in it as their kiss deepened.
****
The following Saturday they were having a leisurely morning, while Ginny opened up the shop. Harry had a game that evening, but they had time for breakfast in bed. Harry said the paper hadn’t come yet, so Ron reached over and turned on the wireless, listening for the sports news.
He had just taken a bite of toast when the newsreader said “Great excitement with the announcement of the England squad of twelve for their international against Portugal. In the England squad for the first time is new reserve Seeker Harry Potter, still in his first season with the Chudley Cannons.”
They both froze – staring at the wireless, then Ron managed to swallow his toast and pounced on Harry, pinning him to the bed.
“Harry,” he breathed, “England Seeker?”
Harry shrugged. “Um, reserve Seeker, Ron.”
But Ron’s face had lit up. His eyes sparkled, his hair crackled. “Oh Harry,” he said, leaning down to kiss him.
“If I knew it got you this turned on, I’d have played for England years ago,” smirked Harry, kissing him back.
“Prat,” said Ron, affectionately. “Did you know?”
“Um, yes, but I wanted to surprise you and, shh, listen…”
“Potter spoke to our reporter, along with England Captain Oliver Wood.” Harry felt Ron tense up, but kept a tight hold on him. “Oliver, a proud moment for you? You were his captain at school – taught him everything he knows?”
“Very proud, yes,” said Oliver, and Ron snorted, “but I didn’t teach him anything – the boy was the most natural flyer I ever saw.”
“Harry, congratulations,” said the reporter, “in the England squad for the first time, along with the man who taught you all about Quidditch!”
“Thank you,” said Harry-on-the-radio, “it’s a dream come true, certainly. But, and I hope Oliver doesn’t mind my saying this, he wasn’t the one who taught me about Quidditch.”
“But he was your first captain?”
“Yes, yes he was, and he certainly taught me to play,” real-life-Harry poked Ron in the side and caught his eye as he looked up, “ but I learned about Quidditch on the way to Hogwarts my first term, from my first friend in the Wizarding world, Ron Weasley. He is passionate about it – he taught me to love Quidditch, and the Cannons!”
“Harry,” Ron whispered, gazing at him in amazement.
“Yes, you are quite the new pin up for Cannons fans,” said the reporter, and Ron snorted again, “and being in the England squad won’t hurt your appeal to the witches, will it?”
“I don’t know about that,” said Harry-on-the-radio, testily, “it’s not really something I’m, um, interested in.”
“Oh, but you’re only young once, Harry,” teased the reporter, “surely you have had some interesting offers?”
“Yes, I admit the fans have been, um, friendly,” said Harry-on-the-radio, through gritted teeth, “very friendly, haven’t they, Oliver?”
“Oh Harry,” said Oliver, batting it back at him, “the witches know I’m not interested.”
“Well, neither am I,” said Harry-on-the-radio, and real-life-Harry had to grab at Ron and push him back onto his pillows to stop him leaping out of bed.
“Listen,” he hissed at Ron.
“Something you’re not telling me, Harry?” asked Oliver, a gleam in his eye in his voice.
“Yes, actually. The Cannons have some lovely female fans, and I’m glad they love the game, but they should know that I’m gay.” Ron groaned.
“Well, Harry, a WWN world exclusive there,” interrupted the reporter gleefully, and without missing a beat “any interesting offers from wizards lately?”
Harry-on-the-radio snorted, indelicately. “Actually, that would be just as futile, as I am already taken.”
“You’re seeing someone?” the reported pressed.
“I’m living with someone,” Harry-on-the-radio corrected him. “Ron and I have been together now for over a year, and I think it’s about time everyone knew.” Ron whimpered.
“Ron Weasley?” the reporter clarified.
“Yes,” said Harry-on-the-radio. “I guess you can say that Quidditch wasn’t all he taught me.” Ron yelped.
“Well, thank you both. This is Vince Quince for the WWN, from the Chudley Cannons Stadium, with the world exclusive news about the Boy Who Loved, and now back to the studio.”
Ron turned the wireless off. “Harry,” he said.
Harry looked nervous. “It’s over and done with now, Ron. Nothing to worry about – everyone knows.”
“Everyone, Harry. In the world.”
“I didn’t mean to. But all the smirking about all the witches I could be shagging. Ron. Are you OK?”
“You told the world, Harry. Oliver Wood was flirting with you on the radio, and you brushed him aside and told the world you wanted me?” Ron looked lost.
Harry sighed and brushed Ron’s hair gently off of his face, then ran a thumb across his cheekbone and down to his lips. “Ron, you are my world. It’s time the rest of the world knew that.”
Title: All things being equal
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: G
Written for
harry_and_ron's fifth challenge round – The Harry/Ron FQF. My Challenge :- Ron believes he is second rate, but Harry's head over heels for him (Harry POV).
And it can be thought of as a sequel to Mud and Custard and The Green Fairy and Telling Hermione, which makes me almost a novelist!
Betaed by my
lysrouge - many thanks.All things being equal
****
Ron didn’t earn all that much working in the shop for Fred and George. The new Seeker for the Cannons earned rather a lot.
Fred and George took care of their parents, but Ron wouldn’t take their money. Harry still had a vault full of gold.
Harry would have gladly paid for a superb flat, he really didn’t see why they should split expenses equally. Ron grimly insisted on paying his way, so they lived in the flat above the shop.
They kept it tidy, but it was clearly a bachelor pad, and rather sparsely ‘decorated’, though the bar was well stocked. Ron still felt his ‘inferiority’ keenly. Harry had no idea how to convince him otherwise.
****
Harry Apparated home after practise to find a more than usually glum Ron sprawled on the couch. He kicked Ron’s feet off the cushions and sat down, facing his friend. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
Without quite meeting his eye, Ron muttered “I nearly Outed you this afternoon.”
“Oh,” Harry wasn’t expecting that. “Um, why? Not that I’d mind – it’s you who won’t tell anyone.”
Ron shot him a disgruntled look. “Well, I was in the shop and Oliver Wood came in.”
“Oliver? You nearly told Oliver?” That didn’t sound likely at all. Ron had a bit of a thing about Oliver. Or rather Harry used to have a bit of a thing about Oliver, and that, coupled with the whole replacing-Oliver-as-Keeper-and-Captain thing, made Oliver not exactly Ron’s favourite person.
Ron groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I don’t know what came over me, Harry,” he moaned, “but Oliver was saying that, well, he said the talk in the England dressing room was that you never took up any of the offers from the witches that throw themselves at you, and that people reckoned you were gay.”
“So?”
“Harry, did you know that Oliver is gay?” Ron almost whispered.
“Yeah,” said Harry, quietly, “but so what?”
“He was dropping all these hints, Harry, practically admitted that he’d be interested if you were, asked me what I thought about it. God, Harry, it was awful.” Ron looked up at him, looking completely wretched, and Harry’s heart hurt for him. He moved closer and smoothed Ron’s hair out of his face.
“Why was it awful?” he asked gently.
Ron put his hand over Harry’s and leant into it like a cat. “I was this close to telling him you were taken, Harry, this close.”
“You should have done,” Harry said, “it’ll have to come out sooner or later. That would have been alright.”
“No,” said Ron, clearly aghast, “not like that!”
“Like what?” asked Harry, clearly baffled.
“Not, you know, me and, well, it’s Oliver and he’s England’s Keeper and what am I? I sell fart gags. He’d have laughed in my face.”
Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
Then he crawled into Ron’s lap, sitting astride him and taking his face in his hands to force Ron to look him in the eye.
“Ron,” he said, sternly, “he wouldn’t have laughed in your face. And I love this face.” He bent and kissed him, gently. “I don’t fancy Oliver.” Ron raised an eyebrow. “Anymore! And it would make things easier if everyone knew we’re together. It was great telling Hermione – when can we tell the world?”
Ron pulled him back down for another kiss, then sighed. “The world? Shit, Harry, that’s going to be fun.”
“Might as well get it over and done with,” Harry suggested, nibbling on his lip and letting his hands slip back into Ron’s hair, tangling his fingers in it as their kiss deepened.
****
The following Saturday they were having a leisurely morning, while Ginny opened up the shop. Harry had a game that evening, but they had time for breakfast in bed. Harry said the paper hadn’t come yet, so Ron reached over and turned on the wireless, listening for the sports news.
He had just taken a bite of toast when the newsreader said “Great excitement with the announcement of the England squad of twelve for their international against Portugal. In the England squad for the first time is new reserve Seeker Harry Potter, still in his first season with the Chudley Cannons.”
They both froze – staring at the wireless, then Ron managed to swallow his toast and pounced on Harry, pinning him to the bed.
“Harry,” he breathed, “England Seeker?”
Harry shrugged. “Um, reserve Seeker, Ron.”
But Ron’s face had lit up. His eyes sparkled, his hair crackled. “Oh Harry,” he said, leaning down to kiss him.
“If I knew it got you this turned on, I’d have played for England years ago,” smirked Harry, kissing him back.
“Prat,” said Ron, affectionately. “Did you know?”
“Um, yes, but I wanted to surprise you and, shh, listen…”
“Potter spoke to our reporter, along with England Captain Oliver Wood.” Harry felt Ron tense up, but kept a tight hold on him. “Oliver, a proud moment for you? You were his captain at school – taught him everything he knows?”
“Very proud, yes,” said Oliver, and Ron snorted, “but I didn’t teach him anything – the boy was the most natural flyer I ever saw.”
“Harry, congratulations,” said the reporter, “in the England squad for the first time, along with the man who taught you all about Quidditch!”
“Thank you,” said Harry-on-the-radio, “it’s a dream come true, certainly. But, and I hope Oliver doesn’t mind my saying this, he wasn’t the one who taught me about Quidditch.”
“But he was your first captain?”
“Yes, yes he was, and he certainly taught me to play,” real-life-Harry poked Ron in the side and caught his eye as he looked up, “ but I learned about Quidditch on the way to Hogwarts my first term, from my first friend in the Wizarding world, Ron Weasley. He is passionate about it – he taught me to love Quidditch, and the Cannons!”
“Harry,” Ron whispered, gazing at him in amazement.
“Yes, you are quite the new pin up for Cannons fans,” said the reporter, and Ron snorted again, “and being in the England squad won’t hurt your appeal to the witches, will it?”
“I don’t know about that,” said Harry-on-the-radio, testily, “it’s not really something I’m, um, interested in.”
“Oh, but you’re only young once, Harry,” teased the reporter, “surely you have had some interesting offers?”
“Yes, I admit the fans have been, um, friendly,” said Harry-on-the-radio, through gritted teeth, “very friendly, haven’t they, Oliver?”
“Oh Harry,” said Oliver, batting it back at him, “the witches know I’m not interested.”
“Well, neither am I,” said Harry-on-the-radio, and real-life-Harry had to grab at Ron and push him back onto his pillows to stop him leaping out of bed.
“Listen,” he hissed at Ron.
“Something you’re not telling me, Harry?” asked Oliver, a gleam in his eye in his voice.
“Yes, actually. The Cannons have some lovely female fans, and I’m glad they love the game, but they should know that I’m gay.” Ron groaned.
“Well, Harry, a WWN world exclusive there,” interrupted the reporter gleefully, and without missing a beat “any interesting offers from wizards lately?”
Harry-on-the-radio snorted, indelicately. “Actually, that would be just as futile, as I am already taken.”
“You’re seeing someone?” the reported pressed.
“I’m living with someone,” Harry-on-the-radio corrected him. “Ron and I have been together now for over a year, and I think it’s about time everyone knew.” Ron whimpered.
“Ron Weasley?” the reporter clarified.
“Yes,” said Harry-on-the-radio. “I guess you can say that Quidditch wasn’t all he taught me.” Ron yelped.
“Well, thank you both. This is Vince Quince for the WWN, from the Chudley Cannons Stadium, with the world exclusive news about the Boy Who Loved, and now back to the studio.”
Ron turned the wireless off. “Harry,” he said.
Harry looked nervous. “It’s over and done with now, Ron. Nothing to worry about – everyone knows.”
“Everyone, Harry. In the world.”
“I didn’t mean to. But all the smirking about all the witches I could be shagging. Ron. Are you OK?”
“You told the world, Harry. Oliver Wood was flirting with you on the radio, and you brushed him aside and told the world you wanted me?” Ron looked lost.
Harry sighed and brushed Ron’s hair gently off of his face, then ran a thumb across his cheekbone and down to his lips. “Ron, you are my world. It’s time the rest of the world knew that.”