The Arrangement (Part 9 of ?)
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fantasyfiend09Title: The Arrangement (9 of ?)
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Word Count: 742
Rating: R overall
Prompt: Wreath made of roses
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed.
Ron, in an amazing display of self restraint, made it to ten o'clock before plopping down on Harry's desk and demanding answers. Not wanting to fill in the entire Auror department, Harry suggested they go to the break room to talk. Harry could use another cup of tea anyway.
Once they were sure the room was empty, Ron rounded on Harry. "Spill. Why were you up early and in such a good mood? You have been smiling through evidence summary forms. Smiling!"
Harry was smiling still. It had been hard to stop, so he turned to making tea instead. "Draco and I have come to an agreement. We both decided that the holidays would be more fun as a couple so we became one."
Ron's brow scrunched up. "You just got together because you were both single?"
Harry nodded.
"Huh." Ron opened a box of pastries sitting on the counter and picked out one with a red filling. "I can't decide if that's a terrible or brilliant idea." He took a large bite of the pastry and chewed.
Harry laughed. He loved Ron's honesty, and he had to admit he had a similar feeling himself. He had really enjoyed the night before and that morning, but he had no idea how it would all play out. But that was a bridge he could cross when he came to it. For now he had the afterglow of a great date and the promise of several more in the weeks to come. "Everyone is so lovely-dovey during the holidays. I always enjoy them, but without the romance I feel like I'm missing out."
"What romance?” Ron licked the powdered sugar off his thumb and looked into the box for another pastry. “I've been sleeping in the guest room because Hermione has Rose in bed with her so she can nurse in the night without getting up. I haven't had my wife to myself in months.”
Harry rolled his eyes and bit back the sarcastic remark about how hard it was to have the world's cutest baby with the woman he loved. “Fine. You miss out on one Christmas. By next year, you will be dumping Rose on your Mum and going to every party again just like Bill. And he has three!”
Ron looked like he wanted to argue, but he took a bite of a chocolate thing instead. Harry was feeling pretty good about the whole conversation until Ron spoke again. “What about after the holidays?”
That was the one question Harry had hoped to avoid. “We haven't talked about it.”
Ron groaned. “So you mean we might get to New Year and have you showing up at all hours depressed as hell but refusing to admit it?” He held up his finger with a threatening look that told Harry not to interrupt. “You can say what you want to anyone else, lie to yourself, but I know you better. You've been obsessed with him forever and you're not going to go from being a couple to nothing without it messing you up. I was the last to admit that he grew into someone tolerable, but I can admit it now. He's fun even. And fit.”
Harry choked on the sip of tea he had just taken. He never thought he'd hear Ron say that.
“What?” Ron stood up straighter and set his chocolate thing next to his mug. “Not being into blokes doesn't mean I can't tell fit from not. I don't want to fuck dogs, but I can tell you if one looks good.”
That was yet another line of thought Harry never needed and certainly didn't want. “Okay, okay. I get it.”
“Right. So I can tell Draco's a bit of a catch, and with your past and that dopey grin your had all morning, I can tell you are only going to be happy if this arrangement becomes a permanent one.” He paused to add milk to his tea. “So do what you need to do to keep him. Buy him a wreath of roses. Wine and dine him. I don't know. Just make sure he's as smitten as you are by January. For all our sake's.” With that, Ron grabbed his tea, popped the last bite of chocolate in his mouth, and went back to his cubicle.
Harry watched him go with the horrible feeling that Ron was entirely right.
Part 10
Author:
fantasyfiend09Word Count: 742
Rating: R overall
Prompt: Wreath made of roses
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed.
Ron, in an amazing display of self restraint, made it to ten o'clock before plopping down on Harry's desk and demanding answers. Not wanting to fill in the entire Auror department, Harry suggested they go to the break room to talk. Harry could use another cup of tea anyway.
Once they were sure the room was empty, Ron rounded on Harry. "Spill. Why were you up early and in such a good mood? You have been smiling through evidence summary forms. Smiling!"
Harry was smiling still. It had been hard to stop, so he turned to making tea instead. "Draco and I have come to an agreement. We both decided that the holidays would be more fun as a couple so we became one."
Ron's brow scrunched up. "You just got together because you were both single?"
Harry nodded.
"Huh." Ron opened a box of pastries sitting on the counter and picked out one with a red filling. "I can't decide if that's a terrible or brilliant idea." He took a large bite of the pastry and chewed.
Harry laughed. He loved Ron's honesty, and he had to admit he had a similar feeling himself. He had really enjoyed the night before and that morning, but he had no idea how it would all play out. But that was a bridge he could cross when he came to it. For now he had the afterglow of a great date and the promise of several more in the weeks to come. "Everyone is so lovely-dovey during the holidays. I always enjoy them, but without the romance I feel like I'm missing out."
"What romance?” Ron licked the powdered sugar off his thumb and looked into the box for another pastry. “I've been sleeping in the guest room because Hermione has Rose in bed with her so she can nurse in the night without getting up. I haven't had my wife to myself in months.”
Harry rolled his eyes and bit back the sarcastic remark about how hard it was to have the world's cutest baby with the woman he loved. “Fine. You miss out on one Christmas. By next year, you will be dumping Rose on your Mum and going to every party again just like Bill. And he has three!”
Ron looked like he wanted to argue, but he took a bite of a chocolate thing instead. Harry was feeling pretty good about the whole conversation until Ron spoke again. “What about after the holidays?”
That was the one question Harry had hoped to avoid. “We haven't talked about it.”
Ron groaned. “So you mean we might get to New Year and have you showing up at all hours depressed as hell but refusing to admit it?” He held up his finger with a threatening look that told Harry not to interrupt. “You can say what you want to anyone else, lie to yourself, but I know you better. You've been obsessed with him forever and you're not going to go from being a couple to nothing without it messing you up. I was the last to admit that he grew into someone tolerable, but I can admit it now. He's fun even. And fit.”
Harry choked on the sip of tea he had just taken. He never thought he'd hear Ron say that.
“What?” Ron stood up straighter and set his chocolate thing next to his mug. “Not being into blokes doesn't mean I can't tell fit from not. I don't want to fuck dogs, but I can tell you if one looks good.”
That was yet another line of thought Harry never needed and certainly didn't want. “Okay, okay. I get it.”
“Right. So I can tell Draco's a bit of a catch, and with your past and that dopey grin your had all morning, I can tell you are only going to be happy if this arrangement becomes a permanent one.” He paused to add milk to his tea. “So do what you need to do to keep him. Buy him a wreath of roses. Wine and dine him. I don't know. Just make sure he's as smitten as you are by January. For all our sake's.” With that, Ron grabbed his tea, popped the last bite of chocolate in his mouth, and went back to his cubicle.
Harry watched him go with the horrible feeling that Ron was entirely right.
Part 10