One Month At A Time

“Are they still arguing?”

“It’s an uneasy truce,” Harry shrugged, lazily flicking his wand at the pile of dishes on his small kitchen counter. He then leaned back in his chair as the dishes began washing themselves, leaving him to relax.

“Because they want to get along or because school started yesterday?”

“School. Ron refuses to let me watch them, even though the season is over and I don’t have anything better to do.” His guest arched an eyebrow at him, causing the dark haired male to flush.

“Besides you, of course, but he doesn’t need to know about that.”

“The season is over for me too,” he teased. “And I, unlike you, don’t have godsons to pamper and fuss over.”

“They aren’t pampered!” Harry smiled none the less, gesturing for his guest to accompany him to the living room. Together they settled on Harry’s worn, and very comfortable, leather couch. There was a short period of adjusting before Harry happily held the other male to his chest, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder.

“So when do  you ask me to move in?”

“What make you think that you’re moving in with me?” Harry nuzzled the other male’s soft neck, grinning against the smooth skin.

“Why not? It’s been almost two years,” was the retort.

“Your insane amount of crap won’t fit in here,” Harry chuckled. “You’re such a pack rat!”

“So we find a bigger place! A real house, not a tiny flat.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” The slightly larger male in his arms smiled up at him before claiming Harry’s lips in a soft kiss.

“Maybe I want a real commitment out of you, not just a few hours here and there.”

Ron listened patiently as Harry babbled to him, the dark haired man pacing back and forth. It amused Ron that Harry seemed so nervous about telling him about his boyfriend. The red head wasn’t about to tell him that he had known for over a year, despite Harry’s best efforts to hide what was going on. Which, Ron mused, had honestly not been that good of a try. After all, there was a large difference between bruises caused by Quidditch and marks left from a vigorous make out session.

“So what did you tell him?” Ron finally asked, now that Harry was finished trying to explain.

“You aren’t mad?” Harry gaped, ending his pacing as he stared at his friend. “Not even surprised?” Ron rolled his eyes.

“Hardly. You know you can’t hide anything from me, no matter how hard you try.”

“How long have you known?”

“A little over a year, if not more,” he answered honestly. “No one else has said anything, so I think I’m the only one.”

“Good,” Harry sighed, sinking into his usual place on Ron’s plush couch.

“So what did you say?” Ron tried again.

“I told him I had to think about it.”

“You’re toast,” Ron groaned. “It would have been better to just say no. Did he hex you?”

“Vanished my nose,” Harry admitted. “I’m sure he meant it to be my head, but he messed up the words.”

“And how long have you been hiding from him?”

“Almost a month...”

“I thought I was supposed to be the idiot in this family?” Ron rubbed the bridge of his nose, much like he did when his first years got out of hand.

“What are you going to do to fix this? Do you even want to fix this?” he asked, watching his best friend carefully.

“Buy a ring and a house?” Harry offered out.

“Your feelings for him are that serious? You want to marry him?”

“I think so.”

“Well you better know so, or else everything will just blow up in your face,” Ron told him. Harry nodded, staring down at his hands on his lap.

“Don’t screw this up, Harry. I’ve never seen you as happy as you are when you’re with him.”

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END! There may be a spin off that is more focussed on Harry and his mystery man, but don’t hold your breath, okay? This is the first thing I’ve written in a very long time, and I know it could be longer, but I’m calling it finished.

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