| When Harry Met Ron - H/R - PG-13 |
[Feb. 28th, 2005|01:00 am] |
Title: When Harry met Ron
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 3400
Rating: PG-13 for language
For the ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) __hp_love Summer Ficathon, because I am an idiot and was already writing this, and one of their claimable quotes was as follows :-
I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
It’s total crack, because Harry would never not be friends with Ron, and far too long to plough through, but I had fun, so sue me.
But don't bother reading.
Obviously, Harry and Ron do not belong to me; nor does the script of 'When Harry Met Sally'.
So, basically, nothing belongs to me.
God, now I'm depressed.
When Harry met Ron
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Man: I was sitting with my friend Arthur Weasley in a restaurant, and this beautiful girl walked in and I turned to Arthur and I said, "Arthur, you see that girl? I'm going to marry her”, and two weeks later we were married and it's over fifty years later and we are still married.
Two teenage boys sit in a train compartment.
One is staring at the passing landscape, the other is frowning at him.
“What d’you mean you’re leaving?” Ron asks. “I thought we were going to live together in London?”
Harry shakes his head and sighs. “I can’t stay in the Wizarding World,” he mutters. “I can’t stand everyone staring at me.”
“It’ll die down, Harry,” Ron says, desperately.
Harry snorts. “Did you hear what I said?” he demands.
“Yes,” Ron sighs. “You said you were gay. But why should that be a problem?”
“Like the level of press interest in that would ever just die down!” Harry says.
“You can’t just leave your friends,” Ron starts.
“I need a clean break,” Harry interrupts. “I’ll find new friends.”
“You’re my friend, Harry,” Ron says.
“You really think you can be friends with a gay bloke?” Harry demands.
“Yes,” Ron insists.
“It doesn’t work like that,” Harry says. “The sex thing always gets in the way.”
“No, it won’t,” Ron complains. "What if you don't fancy them? What if they don't fancy you?"
“Doesn't matter,” Harry says. “It’s too hard.”
Ron watches him all the rest of the way to London, but Harry doesn’t speak again, he just picks up his things with a heavy sigh and leaves the carriage.
Woman: We fell in love at Hogwarts.
Man: Yeah we were.. we were school sweethearts.
Woman: But then after our sixth year his parents moved away.
Man: But I never forgot her.
Woman: He never forgot me.
Man: No, her face is burned on my brain. And it was thirty-four years later that I was walking down Diagon Alley and I saw her come out of Gladrags.
Woman: And we both looked at each other, and it was just as though not a single day had gone by.
Man: She was just as beautiful as she was at sixteen.
Woman: He was just the same. He looked exactly the same.
(Five years later.)
A tall, red headed man is kissing a slim Asian woman at a train station.
A slender, black-haired man walks past and recognises them.
“Ron?” he whispers.
They stop kissing and gape at him.
“Harry Potter,” Parvati gasps. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!”
“Harry,” Ron says, his eyes running over his old friend’s face. “What are you doing here?”
“Taking the train to Hogsmeade,” he admits, shame faced. “I have a meeting up at the school.”
“Me, too,” Ron says. “Um, a meeting in the village. Zonko’s.”
With a final kiss, he says goodbye to Parvati and he and Harry board the train.
“So,” Harry says. “You’ve been together, what, three weeks?”
Ron blinks. “A month. How did you know?”
“You take someone to the station, it's clearly the beginning of a relationship,” Harry says. “That's why I have never taken anyone to the station at the beginning of a relationship.”
“Why?” Ron asks, carefully.
“Because eventually if things move on and you don't take someone to the station,” Harry shrugs. “And I never wanted anyone to say to me, ‘How come you never take me to the station anymore?’"
Ron blinks at him again. “Wow,” he says.
“Is it going well? I never pictured you and Parvati together,” Harry laughs.
“It’s going OK, Harry. How about you? You seeing anyone?”
“Yes,” Harry smiles. “I am very much seeing someone. I’m living with someone. David.”
“Oh,” Ron says. “I’m happy for you; you deserve it.”
“So,” Harry says. “It’s been a long time.”
“Five years,” Ron says simply.
“Five years? That’s awful,” Harry says. “We should catch up later. What are you doing for dinner?”
“Dinner?” Ron says, with a raised eyebrow.
“A friendly dinner,” Harry says cheerfully.
“I thought you said that we couldn’t be friends.”
“When did I say that?” Harry scoffs.
“Last time I saw you. You said we couldn’t be friends, because the sex thing would get in the way.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t apply when we’re both seeing other people,” Harry says; then he frowns. “No, you know what? It does. We can’t be friends.”
Man: We were married forty years ago. We were married three years; we got a divorce. Then I married Hestia.
Woman: But first you lived with Narcissa.
Man: Right, Narcissa. But I didn't marry Narcissa, I married Hestia.
Woman: Then he got a divorce.
Man: Right, then I married Amelia.
Woman: Another divorce.
Man: Then a couple of years later at Dumbledore's funeral, I ran into her. I was with some girl I don't even remember.
Woman: Rosmerta.
Man: Right, Rosmerta. But I couldn't take my eyes off you. I remember I snuck over to her and I said.. What did I say?
Woman: You said, "What are you doing after?"
Man: Right. So I ditched Rosmerta, we go for a coffee, a month later we were married.
Woman: Thirty five years to the day after our first marriage.
(Five years later)
Ron is having lunch with a friend. Mike is bisexual, and madly in love with a very confused guy. A guy who keeps promising to leave his wife.
Mike always believes him.
Ron does not.
Ron doesn’t know if a bisexual guy who is in love with someone else is supposed to make a good friend. But he is. And sod Harry’s rules.
He hasn’t even seen Harry for five years.
Mike finishes his weekly rant about his boyfriend and finally focuses on Ron.
“So,” he says. “How is the lovely Parvati?”
“Fine. I assume she’s fine,” Ron says quietly. “We broke up.”
Mike blinks at him. “But you’re the only couple I know whose relationship worked!” he wails.
Ron shrugs. “We wanted different things,” he says.
“Like what?” Mike scoffs.
“Like I wanted to stay together and she didn’t, basically,” Ron says.
Mike shakes his head.
“I’m fine,” says Ron. “Honestly.”
Mike sighs ostentatiously.
And they pay their bill.
Wandering around Flourish and Blotts, trying to choose a gift for Mike’s boyfriend, Mike stops dead and Ron walks into him.
“Harry Potter is staring at us in Charms,” Mike hisses.
Ron looks up and spots Harry. “Oh,” he says stupidly. “Yes, I know him. Knew him. You’ll like him, he’s gay and attached.”
When he looks round, Mike has gone.
And, when he looks back, Harry is coming over.
“Hi,” Harry says, smiling tentatively.
“Hi,” Ron says.
“How are you?” Harry asks.
“Good,” Ron says.
“And Parvati?” Harry asks.
“Fine. I hear she’s fine. We broke up.”
They go and have coffee together.
“What happened?” Harry says.
Ron shrugs. “We wanted different things, apparently,” he says. “I wanted to settle down, she didn’t.” He shrugs again. “How about you and David?”
Harry stirs his coffee unnecessarily. “We split up,” he says. “His idea. He was suggesting we should take a break, and he'd barely finished telling me when the removals van pulled up outside."
"Yikes," Ron grimaces. "So, now what?"
"I'm fine," Harry shrugs. “And I’ve come back to the Wizarding World.”
Ron smiles. “So, now we’re both alone,” he says.
“Unwanted,” Harry laughs.
“Does that mean we can’t be friends?” Ron asks.
“I’d like to be friends,” Harry says.
“What about your theory?” Ron asks.
Harry frowns. “What theory?”
Ron rolls his eyes. “That we can’t be friends, because the sex thing will always get in the way.”
“I never said that!" Harry says. "No. Yes, I did. But I was an idiot. I’m sorry. Is there a statute of limitations on apologies?”
“Ten years,” Ron laughs.
“Excellent,” Harry says. “So, we’re friends now? A straight friend; who knew?”
Man: We were both born in the same hospital.
Woman: Nineteen twenty-one.
Man: Seven days apart.
Woman: In the same hospital.
Man: We both grew up one street away from each other.
Woman: We both lived in cottages.
Man: In Hogsmeade.
Woman: On Hog Lane.
Man: My family moved to London when I was ten.
Woman: He lived in Diagon Alley.
Man: Hers moved when she was eleven.
Woman: I lived in Canonic Alley.
Man: For six years she worked on the first floor as a nurse where I had a practice on the fourth floor in the very same building.
Woman: I worked for a very prominent healer, Healer MacFarlan. We never met.
Man: Never met.
Woman: Can you imagine that?
Man: You know where we met? In a lift. In the Minsitry of Magic.
Woman: He had a hearing about an illegal chicken. He was on the fourth floor I was on the seventh.
Man: I rode down three extra floors just to keep talking to her.
Woman: three extra floors.
So, they’re friends.
For all that Harry left the Wizarding World to get away from adverse publicity about his sexuality, he discovers that there are many wizards who are quite happy to be seen with him.
He doesn’t let himself feel anything for any of them.
But he’s happy to sleep with them.
This drives Ron crazy.
He tries the occassional date but nothing happens.
And he goes home alone.
And has Harry tell him in great detail about all his conquests.
Which doesn't make him feel better.
Neither of them is seeing anyone on New Year's Eve, and they go to Hermione and Neville's party.
At midnight, they hug awkwardly and Harry says, "This is nice; next year, if we don't have anyone else to bring, let's come together!"
Ron isn't so thrilled at being a substitute for a real date, but he doesn't say anything.
Woman: Well, he was the head death eater at the boys' camp and I was the head death eater at the girls' camp, and they had a social one night, and he walked across the room. I thought he was coming to talk to my sister Narcissa, 'cos people were always crossing rooms to talk to Narcissa. But he was coming to talk to me, and he said..
Man: I'm Rodolphus Lestrange of the Canvey Island Lestranges.
Woman: At that moment I knew. I knew the way you know about a good curse.
Harry and Ron have decided to fix each other up, on a double date.
Ron and Mike are on their way to a restaurant.
Harry and his friend Diana are doing the same thing.
Ron is telling Mike how great Harry is.
Wouldn't it be great if they all hit it off and Mike can give up on his married man and date Harry?
And Ron really needs a new relationship.
Harry is telling Diana how great Ron is.
"But not good looking?" Diana asks.
"No, he's really good looking," Harry protests.
"The why aren't you dating him?"
"He's straight!"
In the restaurant Harry is full of stories for Diana about how wonderful Ron is.
Ron raves about Harry, trying to impress Mike.
Mike and Dina only have eyes for each otherand, after dinner, they abandon Harry and Ron in the street.
Man: A man came to me and said, "I found nice girl for you, she lives in the next village, and she is ready for marriage." We were not suppose to meet until the wedding, but I wanted to make sure. So I sneak into her village, hid behind a tree, watch her washing the clothes. I think if I don't like the way she looks, I don't marry her. But she look very nice to me. So I said, "OK." to the man. We get married. We married for fifty five years.
(Four months later..)
Much to the bewilderment of Harry and Ron, Mike and Diana are moving in together and are insufferably happy.
Harry and Ron wryly shake their heads and go shopping for a housewarming present for them.
Diana is Muggleborn, so they are shopping at Selfridge's.
And they run into David with his new man.
"Harry," David beams, "how have you been? This is Edgar."
"Did David look weird to you," Harry muses, on their way to David and Marie's new flat.
"Harry, I've never seen him before," Ron says carefully.
At the flat, the happy couple are both staring at a multicoloured glass coffee table in the shape of a rainbow.
"I like it, it works. It says home to me," Diana says.
"Alright, alright," Mike placates her. "We'll let Harry and Ron be the judge. What do you think?"
"It's nice," Harry says politely.
Diana is smug.
"Of course he likes it, " Mike complains. "He's gay."
Ron shakes his head.
The happy couple aren't so happy anymore, and start arguing about the coffee table.
"You know it's funny," Harry interrupts. "We started out like this, David and I. We had blank walls, we hung things, we picked out tiles together. Right now everything is great, everyone is happy, everyone is in love, but you got to know, that sooner or later, you're going to be screaming at other about who's going to get this dish. This eight sickle dish will cost you a hundred Galleons in Floo calls to the legal firm of that's-mine-this-is-yours."
"Harry.." Ron says warningly.
But Harry is on a roll. "Please, Diana, Mike, do me a favour for your own good, put your name in your books right now, before they get mixed up and you don't know who's is who's. Because one day, believe it or not, you'll go fifteen rounds over who's going to get this coffee table. This stupid, rainbow, Boy George coffee table!"
"I thought you liked it" Diana protests.
"I WAS BEING NICE!" Harry shouts and walks out.
Ron follows.
Harry is still furious, and turns on Ron, unwilling to believe that he has simply never lost it about Parvati.
(Harry is in bed, reading a new book Ron firecalls him, begging him to come over.)
"What's the matter?" Harry asks.
"She's getting married," Ron sniffs.
"Who?" Harry ask.
"Parvati," Ron wails.
When Ron opens the door for Harry, he is suspiciously red-eyed.
Harry asks what happened.
"She just Flooed me," Ron pouted. "'Wanted to see how you were', fine. 'How are you?', fine, blah blah blah. And I'm sitting by the fire, I'm thinking, I'm over her, I really am over her. And then she said I have some news. He works at the Ministry, he's an Obliviator, his name is Kevin. She just met him. He's not supposed to be the one. All this time I've been saying that she didn't want to get married, but the truth is, she didn't want to marry me. She didn't love me."
"If you could take her back right now, would you?" Harry asks carefully.
"No," Ron sniffs. "But why didn't she want me? What's the matter with me?"
"Nothing," Harry swears.
Ron sniffs again.
"Oh.. Come here," Harry says, holding him. "Come here, it's going to be OK. It's going to be fine, you'll see."
Ron collapses into him, fighting back tears.
He looks up at Harry, and Harry kisses him.
A simple kiss.
That ignites.
(They start kissing, it didn't stop and yes, it happened. They are in bed, Ron is wearing a smile, Harry is wearing a blank stare.)
There is such awkwardness between them, the next morning.
Ron is embarassed; Harry blames himself.
They don't know how to speak to each other, and Harry escapes as quickly as possible.
Harry Floo calls Diana and Ron Floo calls Mike, to pour their hearts out.
How could they have ruined things, after all these years?
They try to see each other, as friends, but it's a disaster.
They aren’t even friends anymore.
"I didn't know what to say to him," Harry complains to Diana. "Usually, you go to bed with someone, you share your stories; but Ron knows me better than anyone in the world; I kniw everything abiut him. We don't know how to talk to each other, anymore."
"I think it was too late in our relationship to have sex," Ron whines at Mike. "Harry feels guilty, thinks I'd never slept with a man, before."
(Ron manages to avoid Harry until Diana and Mike's wedding, where they come face to face.)
"Why can't we get past this?" Harry begs him. "I mean, are we going to carry this thing around forever?"
"Forever?" Ron protests. "It just happened."
"It happened three weeks ago," Harry says.
"You want to act like what happened didn't mean anything" Ron complains.
"I'm not saying it didn't mean anything" Harry says. "I am saying is why does it have to mean everything?"
"Because it does!" Ron snaps. "And you should know that better than anybody, because the minute that it happened you walked right out the door."
"We both agreed it was a mistake" Harry says reasonably.
"The worst mistake I've ever made" Ron states.
"Fine," Harry says. "Fine, but let's just get one thing straight. I did not go over there that night to make love to you, that is not why I went there. But you looked up at me with these big weepy eyes, don't go home night Harry, hold me a little longer Harry. What was I supposed to do?"
"What are you saying, you took pity on me?" Ron demands.
(Harry doesn't know how to make things better.)
He tries.
He Floos.
He wants to be friends, again, but Ron won't even speak to him.
(It is New Year’s Eve; Ron has been dragged to Hermione and Neville's party; Harry is listening to the celebrations on the WWN, and thinking about his realtionship with Ron; how he thought they could never be friends, once he had come out; how close they had been; how much he misses him.)
He Apparates to the front hall of Hermione's house, just as a depressed Ron is about to leave.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking," Harry states. "And the thing is, I love you."
"What?" Ron asks.
"I love you."
Ron looks blank. "How do you expect me to respond to this?"
"How about you love me too?" Harry says.
"How about I'm leaving" Ron says coldly.
"Doesn't what I said mean anything to you?" Harry asks.
Ron sighs. "I'm sorry Harry, I know it's New Years Eve, I know you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up here, tell me you love me and expect that to make everything alright. It doesn't work this way."
"Well how about this way," Harry says, looking very determined. "I love that you are toasty warm when it's forty one degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your aftershave on my clothes and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible."
Ron flails. "You see, that is just like you Harry. You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you. And I hate you Harry.. I really hate you. I hate you."
Harry smiles and steps forward.
They kiss.
Harry (Voice over): The first time we met were friends.
Ron (Voice over): We were friends, until you left me. And the second time we met you didn't even remember why you'd left.
Harry (Voice over): I did too, I remembered. The third time we met, we became friends.
Ron (Voice over): We were friends for a long time.
Harry (Voice over): And then we weren't.
Ron (Voice over): And then we fell in love.
(Harry and Ron on the couch this time.)
Ron: Three months later we were handfasted.
Harry: Yeah it only took three months.
Ron: Nineteen years and three months.
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