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The Best - R/D
Title: The Best
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Dean
Words : 350
Rating: G
Happy, happy birthday,kaalee!
Happy birthday my loveliness!
I am so glad that you came to stay and I adore you and I managed to squeeze out a tiny fic for you....
The Best
****
I gave one last look at the fatuous expression on Harry’s face and turned my back on him and sat down at the bar.
Neither Hermione or my mum were nearby, so I ordered a double Firewhiskey and gulped it down. When the barmaid returned I asked for the bottle and, thanks to Harry’s deep pockets, it was a free bar and she left it with merely a slight frown.
A couple of drinks later, I watched a dark skinned hand grab it and tip a healthy shot into another glass.
“Good speech,” Dean said, sipping his whiskey.
I shrugged.
“Who else could be his best man?” I said, gesturing vaguely over my shoulder at the dance floor.
“Who indeed?” he said, sitting beside me and pouring another drink. “To the happy couple.”
He didn’t sound happy.
Despite not being in the mood for ex-boyfriends of the bride crying on my shoulder, I made what I thought was an encouraging noise.
“I mean,” he said, dipping one long finger in the golden whiskey and running it round the rim of his glass. “It would be churlish not to be happy for them and your speech was very convincing. You honestly seemed happy for him.”
I blinked, slightly wrong footed.
“Why shouldn’t I be happy for him?” I demanded.
“D’you really love him that much?” Dean asked softly. “All you want is for him to be happy?”
He looked up and met my eyes and I found I was almost bursting to tell someone the truth.
“Yes, I do,” I said. “I would do anything for him, including watching him marry my sister.”
Dean poured me another drink.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said.
“That’s ‘cos he deserves the best,” I said pitifully.
“Don’t,” Dean said sternly. “If he doesn’t see you, he doesn’t deserve you.”
I shrugged.
“How did you notice, anyway?” I asked, belatedly worried that he’d seen through the clever remarks in my speech, and that I’d been drooling all over Harry.
He looked at me for a rather long time and took a deep breath.
“I see you,” he said finally.
Title: The Best
Author:
shocfixPairing: Ron/Dean
Words : 350
Rating: G
Happy, happy birthday,
kaalee!Happy birthday my loveliness!
I am so glad that you came to stay and I adore you and I managed to squeeze out a tiny fic for you....
The Best
****
I gave one last look at the fatuous expression on Harry’s face and turned my back on him and sat down at the bar.
Neither Hermione or my mum were nearby, so I ordered a double Firewhiskey and gulped it down. When the barmaid returned I asked for the bottle and, thanks to Harry’s deep pockets, it was a free bar and she left it with merely a slight frown.
A couple of drinks later, I watched a dark skinned hand grab it and tip a healthy shot into another glass.
“Good speech,” Dean said, sipping his whiskey.
I shrugged.
“Who else could be his best man?” I said, gesturing vaguely over my shoulder at the dance floor.
“Who indeed?” he said, sitting beside me and pouring another drink. “To the happy couple.”
He didn’t sound happy.
Despite not being in the mood for ex-boyfriends of the bride crying on my shoulder, I made what I thought was an encouraging noise.
“I mean,” he said, dipping one long finger in the golden whiskey and running it round the rim of his glass. “It would be churlish not to be happy for them and your speech was very convincing. You honestly seemed happy for him.”
I blinked, slightly wrong footed.
“Why shouldn’t I be happy for him?” I demanded.
“D’you really love him that much?” Dean asked softly. “All you want is for him to be happy?”
He looked up and met my eyes and I found I was almost bursting to tell someone the truth.
“Yes, I do,” I said. “I would do anything for him, including watching him marry my sister.”
Dean poured me another drink.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said.
“That’s ‘cos he deserves the best,” I said pitifully.
“Don’t,” Dean said sternly. “If he doesn’t see you, he doesn’t deserve you.”
I shrugged.
“How did you notice, anyway?” I asked, belatedly worried that he’d seen through the clever remarks in my speech, and that I’d been drooling all over Harry.
He looked at me for a rather long time and took a deep breath.
“I see you,” he said finally.