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Silver Anniversary
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,005
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two
The walk from King’s Cross Station to Diagon Alley took them about two hours, mostly because neither man was in a particular hurry. They strolled through London’s packed streets, Ron still somewhat bemused at Muggle clothing and customs. He constantly peppered Harry with questions, which Harry was more than happy to answer. As they finally reached the Leaky Cauldron, however, his mouth was feeling very dry and his stomach was definitely growling; it had been a long time since breakfast.
Ron held the door open for him. This early in the afternoon, there were only a few wizards and witches having lunch. Heads turned automatically to see the new arrivals—and, of course, stared as Harry and Ron came into view.
“It’s THEM—”
“Can’t believe it……”
“Where’s the other, though? Wasn’t there a witch who used to hang round with them?”
Tom, the barman, quickly escorted Harry and Ron past the staring onlookers into a secluded booth in the back. He took their orders quickly, and returned shortly with two butterbeers. Ron held his up in a salute. “Well,” he said, “happy anniversary, mate.”
“Anniversary?” Harry asked, puzzled.
“Of course! Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it!” Ron’s tone was amused, not angry. He began to sing, quietly, “It was twenty-five years today……”
“Oh, lord and lady! You’re right, it IS our anniversary!” He clinked his bottle with Ron’s. “Twenty-five years of being best mates. But shouldn’t Hermione be here, too?”
“Nope,” Ron shook his head. “I mentioned it to her, but she said that it didn’t count for her, even though we met her on the train. She pointed out that the three of us didn’t really become friends until Halloween, when we saved her from that mountain troll.”
Harry grinned. “You know, I’m kind of glad she begged off. I don’t think you and I have been off by ourselves since the kids were born.”
“Hermione mentioned THAT, too,” Ron snorted. “I swear, Harry, sometimes I think that woman is superhuman.”
Tom brought their food and quickly took himself away. The next half hour or so was spent mostly in silence; both men were extremely hungry and Tom’s cook had clearly taken pains to make their meal even more exemplary than the Cauldron normally boasted. Finally, Ron pushed his plate away, holding his stomach. “I think I ate too much,” he moaned.
“Oh, good,” Harry answered equally weakly, “I’m glad I’m not the only one.” His face clouded over.
“What?” Ron said at once. “You’ve got your brooding look on again, and I won’t have it, not when we’re supposed to be celebrating.”
“It’s just……I remember your dad saying, once, that it was a lucky day for your family when you and I first met.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Ron said. “So?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you all—it was even luckier for me. I mean, look at how we first met, Ron—your mum helped me get onto the Hogwarts platform. Your entire family’s been wonderful to me since I first met you. Your parents practically adopted me our first year at Hogwarts. And you………you’re like the brother I never had, the one I always wished I could have.”
“So were you, mate,” Ron said quietly.
Harry was surprised. “But Ron,” he said, somewhat at a loss, “you HAVE brothers.”
“Yeah, but look at them, would you?” He ticked them off on his fingers. “Bill and Charley were both off to Hogwarts by the time I was four; they were never around often enough for me to really get close to them. George and……F-Fred,” even after all this time, Ron’s eyes teared up at the mention of his long-dead brother, “well, they were twins, and you know what twins are like. There’s a bond between them that’s like nothing else. And it doesn’t allow for a third. And then there was Percy.” He snorted. “D’you think he and I were all that close growing up?”
“No,” Harry laughed, “I don’t.”
“So there you have it, then.” Ron said. “Yeah, I had a huge family growing up, Harry—but I never felt as close to any of them as I felt to you when we started getting to know each other, on the Express.” He reached across the table and, to Harry’s surprise, took Harry’s hand. “You were a lifesaver, mate, and I’ve always loved you for it.”
Harry’s face began to feel very warm, and he stared at Ron’s hand as if he’d never seen it before. “Um…Ron……”
“Harry,” Ron said quietly, “I reserved us a room. Upstairs. I think we should continue this conversation there.”
Harry’s face grew even warmer, because he understood perfectly well what Ron was suggesting. Not from revulsion, but shock—partly that Ron was suggesting it at all, partly because Harry was coming to the sudden realization that he wanted it, too.”
“But……Hermione……GINNY……”
“I love Hermione,” Ron said firmly. “And I know you love Gin. But I also know I love you, Harry—and I want to show you how much.
“Besides,” he continued. “Hermione did the same thing with Ginny last month, when they went on that ‘shopping tour’.”
“They…….WHAT?”
“Yep. They feel the same way about each other as we do about each other, Harry—and I promise you, I’m doing this with both their full permission.”
Still somewhat dumbfounded, Harry allowed himself to be pulled from the booth by Ron. Ron released his hand and gave him a gentle push toward the stairs. Still feeling as though he was in a dream, Harry shambled forth, with Ron right behind him.
Ron held the door open for him. This early in the afternoon, there were only a few wizards and witches having lunch. Heads turned automatically to see the new arrivals—and, of course, stared as Harry and Ron came into view.
“It’s THEM—”
“Can’t believe it……”
“Where’s the other, though? Wasn’t there a witch who used to hang round with them?”
Tom, the barman, quickly escorted Harry and Ron past the staring onlookers into a secluded booth in the back. He took their orders quickly, and returned shortly with two butterbeers. Ron held his up in a salute. “Well,” he said, “happy anniversary, mate.”
“Anniversary?” Harry asked, puzzled.
“Of course! Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it!” Ron’s tone was amused, not angry. He began to sing, quietly, “It was twenty-five years today……”
“Oh, lord and lady! You’re right, it IS our anniversary!” He clinked his bottle with Ron’s. “Twenty-five years of being best mates. But shouldn’t Hermione be here, too?”
“Nope,” Ron shook his head. “I mentioned it to her, but she said that it didn’t count for her, even though we met her on the train. She pointed out that the three of us didn’t really become friends until Halloween, when we saved her from that mountain troll.”
Harry grinned. “You know, I’m kind of glad she begged off. I don’t think you and I have been off by ourselves since the kids were born.”
“Hermione mentioned THAT, too,” Ron snorted. “I swear, Harry, sometimes I think that woman is superhuman.”
Tom brought their food and quickly took himself away. The next half hour or so was spent mostly in silence; both men were extremely hungry and Tom’s cook had clearly taken pains to make their meal even more exemplary than the Cauldron normally boasted. Finally, Ron pushed his plate away, holding his stomach. “I think I ate too much,” he moaned.
“Oh, good,” Harry answered equally weakly, “I’m glad I’m not the only one.” His face clouded over.
“What?” Ron said at once. “You’ve got your brooding look on again, and I won’t have it, not when we’re supposed to be celebrating.”
“It’s just……I remember your dad saying, once, that it was a lucky day for your family when you and I first met.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Ron said. “So?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you all—it was even luckier for me. I mean, look at how we first met, Ron—your mum helped me get onto the Hogwarts platform. Your entire family’s been wonderful to me since I first met you. Your parents practically adopted me our first year at Hogwarts. And you………you’re like the brother I never had, the one I always wished I could have.”
“So were you, mate,” Ron said quietly.
Harry was surprised. “But Ron,” he said, somewhat at a loss, “you HAVE brothers.”
“Yeah, but look at them, would you?” He ticked them off on his fingers. “Bill and Charley were both off to Hogwarts by the time I was four; they were never around often enough for me to really get close to them. George and……F-Fred,” even after all this time, Ron’s eyes teared up at the mention of his long-dead brother, “well, they were twins, and you know what twins are like. There’s a bond between them that’s like nothing else. And it doesn’t allow for a third. And then there was Percy.” He snorted. “D’you think he and I were all that close growing up?”
“No,” Harry laughed, “I don’t.”
“So there you have it, then.” Ron said. “Yeah, I had a huge family growing up, Harry—but I never felt as close to any of them as I felt to you when we started getting to know each other, on the Express.” He reached across the table and, to Harry’s surprise, took Harry’s hand. “You were a lifesaver, mate, and I’ve always loved you for it.”
Harry’s face began to feel very warm, and he stared at Ron’s hand as if he’d never seen it before. “Um…Ron……”
“Harry,” Ron said quietly, “I reserved us a room. Upstairs. I think we should continue this conversation there.”
Harry’s face grew even warmer, because he understood perfectly well what Ron was suggesting. Not from revulsion, but shock—partly that Ron was suggesting it at all, partly because Harry was coming to the sudden realization that he wanted it, too.”
“But……Hermione……GINNY……”
“I love Hermione,” Ron said firmly. “And I know you love Gin. But I also know I love you, Harry—and I want to show you how much.
“Besides,” he continued. “Hermione did the same thing with Ginny last month, when they went on that ‘shopping tour’.”
“They…….WHAT?”
“Yep. They feel the same way about each other as we do about each other, Harry—and I promise you, I’m doing this with both their full permission.”
Still somewhat dumbfounded, Harry allowed himself to be pulled from the booth by Ron. Ron released his hand and gave him a gentle push toward the stairs. Still feeling as though he was in a dream, Harry shambled forth, with Ron right behind him.