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Title: Apart Together - Part III
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Angst, Slash
Beta by: shocolate

Apart Together – Part III

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I close the door behind Hermione. Leaning my forehead against it, I swallow hard and choke back the wave of pain in my heart.

I’m really going to have to accept this. I’ve lost my Ron. I feel so hollow inside.

I try to convince myself to be thankful that he’s still alive and that he still seems to want to be my best friend.

I clench my jaw, grinding my teeth against the pain so he won’t see my sorrow when I turn around.

“I’m really sorry,” Ron says, and I realize that he’s standing right behind me.

“It’s all right,” I wish I could control the hitch in my voice.

“No, I mean, I’ll have to apologize to Hermione tomorrow.” He puts a hand on shoulder. “I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I wasn’t ready to say anything yet.”

He puts his other hand on my waist. I freeze and heart thuds to sudden halt.

I feel him move in close to me, his breath near my ear. My heart begins to pound and there is a rushing sound in my ears.

“Harry… I am scared of spiders. I will gladly accept all the gold in your vault, and I’m going to be having a chat with Charlie and Hermione.”

The world seems to tilt on its axis as I turn, desperately searching his eyes.

“Ron?”

“It’s me, Harry.”

It can’t be. I can feel a mild hysteria building inside of me.

“The spell worked?” My voice is higher than it should be. He nods, giving me a steady look.

“Yes, it worked.”

I reach for his face, but hesitate. He takes my hands and places them on his cheeks. “It’s ok. Touch me, Harry, I’m real.”

It can’t be.

“You remember? Everything? …Me?” The room seems to be spinning.

“I remember,” he says, stroking my cheek, “all of it. …Especially you.”

I grab him and pull him to me in a crushing embrace. “Oh, Ron.”

It can’t be. I can’t feel him. I’ve gone numb.

Then I feel boiling anger, as all the pain I’ve been carrying starts to well up again. Every minute of every day of the past weeks that I have had to bear all surge up in me at once.

I shove him away irrationally as it all begins to spill out. I pound on his chest with both fists, “you left me!”

“I didn’t.”

“You did! You were gone!” I pound against his chest again, and he steps into the blows, absorbing my anguish.

“And you stayed with me.” He moves so close, so confidently, so calm. He’s too close for me to strike him again but I still push against him. My breathing comes in great gasps, as I struggle to breath.

“You left me…”

“I’m sorry.”

The room is spinning, and blackness creeps into the edges of the vivid ginger and blue in front of me as the rushing sound in my ears increases and I feel my knees give way.

Holding me against him, we both collapse to the ground. He pulls me onto his lap and he leans against the door.

“Shh, it’s ok, Harry, I’ve got you,” I hear him say quietly over the pounding in my head. “I’m here now. I’ll never leave you again.”

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We climb into bed from opposite sides like an old married couple. I feel perfectly ridiculous. He looks perfectly comfortable.

One cheek twists into a grin and he tugs on the front of my tee shirt.

“Take this off,” he chides, with one eyebrow raised, and I quickly do as he asks.

We lay on our sides, pulling the blanket to our waists, facing one another. He props himself on one elbow and leans to kiss me while he rubs circles over my chest with the palm of his hand.

My mind struggles to accept that this is okay again, that I can touch his broad chest without worry.

He’s got no such reservation, as his mouth claims mine. His warm tongue patiently waits for mine to meet his with equal interest.

He touch is gentle and slow and for the first time I feel like this exploration isn’t just a means to a fuck.

I keep myself bent at the waist, and my knees pulled forward, though, I don’t want him to feel my arousal just yet. After all he’s been through he doesn’t need me acting like a randy sod who just wants to get off.

“Harry, would it make me a complete arse if, I want to, make –fuck …you,” he says clumsily, sounding only a little less desperate than I feel. I have to laugh with relief.

“You want to make fuck with me?” I mock him. “That’s sweet, Ron.” To which he pinches me, blushing.

“Well, I thought I should say make love, but that sounds sort of stupid, doesn’t it?”

“Out of your mouth, mate? Yeah, a bit.” I’m starting to feel my Ron again. This is really him.

“We don’t have to, yet. I know this has all been really hard on you,” he says, with sincerity, kissing my cheek.

“I can show you hard.” I press my cotton-covered wood against his.

“Oh thank Godric Gryffindor for your cock, Harry Potter,” Ron says as he grabs my arse and pulls me flush against him, wasting no more time in tugging my pajama bottoms off.

“You are gorgeous.” I’ll never buy into his praise of my cock compared to his, but he seems to believe what he says, and that’s enough for me.

After quickly kicking his own shorts off, we are finally naked, and stroking together and our kisses are deep and lusty.

His hand kneads my arse possessively and then runs down the back of my leg.

“My Seeker’s thighs,” he mutters in praise, bending my knee, pulling my leg over his hip. Leaving me feeling open and exposed.

I can barely breathe as he boldly reacquaints himself with my balls, rolling them in his hand and squeezing until it should hurt, but never does. He still knows how far he can push me.

“How, do you, want, to do this?” he mutters between sucking on my neck, and pulling our cocks together again.

“Want-you-in-me,” I tell him, sounding more wanton than I meant to. But it’s true, I’m desperate feel it again.

He looks around the room studiously, and then at me.

“Is it in the drawer?” he asks, nodding at the night table.

“Seemed like the logical place.” He grins at my embarrassment.

“Don’t move,” Ron instructs, pressing on my thigh that’s still hooked firmly over his hip. He bends back, reaching to open the drawer, giving me the glorious sight of his flexing stomach, and long taut arms stretching outward. His heavy cock, a shining drop of liquid-lust at the tip, strains towards me.

And how anyone does not adore freckles is beyond me.

When he faces me again, after retrieving the bottle from the drawer, I can’t keep myself off his freckles. I want to connect each one on his chest with my tongue.

“I love your skin,” I murmur, licking a pert, pink nipple and then I nearly bite him in shock when his slick fingers slide between my arse cheeks.

“Ow, Harry. Easy, love.”

“Sorry…. You surprised me there.”

“Oh, it’s been too long. You have to learn to relax again.”

So I try. His steady fingers rim around and around my hole until I’m no longer jumping in anticipation, but arching with desire.

He finally presses one fingers slowly into me, and I hold my breath. One is never enough and soon a second joins the first, and I gasp with the near perfection of it.

“Yes…oh…” The sensation of Ron’s long, sure fingers is enough to have me whimpering already and but it’s still not enough.

He makes a satisfied sound in his throat that makes me open my eyes.

Fuck, he looks smug. But if making me whimper by twisting his fingers inside me makes him happy, I’ll never complain.

“Are you ready? I want you, need you now,” he groans. I can only nod in agreement.

His sudden removal of his fingers sends a shock wave down my spine, and I long to be filled again.

I move to roll over, but he pushes my shoulder back into the bed, keeping me from turning my back to him.

“Huh-uh,” he grunts, “I want to see you. I want to watch you when you come for me.”

With words like that it won’t take much.

He climbs over me and my heart is racing again and before I have time to anticipate it, Ron presses the head of his cock into me. I cry out, sounding far weaker than I would have wished to.

“Uhh, Harry …so perfect …fuck …so tight….” With each word he says, he pulls out and pushes in further again.

I cling to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him with all my strength. Feeling him so close, and deep inside of me. The feeling has made me remember all over again how lost I was without him. I can’t muffle the tearless sob that escapes me.

“Harry. My, Harry, it’s ok now.”

“Lost you.”

“Found me.”

“Love you.”

“Love you.”

There no more words. Only rocking, panting, and sweating.

He takes my hand, wrapping my fingers around my cock, and grunts in instruction to stroke.

“Won’t last,” he mutters through clenched teeth.

He’s right. I only stroke a few times when my balls tighten and send waves of heat radiating through me and right out of my cock. My body is so hot I can’t feel the warm drops that spurt onto my belly.

“Perfect,” he whispers above me.

He changes the pace of his hips into short, powerful thrusts, pushing my knees high and apart.

Guttural sounds are forced out of me with every powerful plunge he makes. I feel his balls slap against me when at last he throws his head back and snarls as he lets his release surge deep inside of me.

“Perfect together,” I whisper.

“Mm, perfect.”

“Never apart.”

“Never again.”

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A/N – Many thanks to shocolate for all the encouragement and giggles!

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