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Sometimes (PG)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not making any money from this story.
Summary: “Sometimes he reaches for two plates at dinner.” Post-DH Weasley-centric drabble.
Rating: PG
Warnings: DH spoilers
Genre: tragedy, angst
A/N: I wrote this right after DH came out and thought it might fit here.
Sometimes
Sometimes he pauses mid-sentence like he’s waiting for something. Ron tries to jump in and crack a joke, finish the sentence, but the words always feel forced and empty and he knows he didn’t say the exact right thing, even if he gets close sometimes. Close but no cigar, as the Muggles say.
Sometimes he reaches for two plates at dinner, pausing awkwardly before he puts the second one back. Sometimes he orders two butter beers and then gives one to Ron as if he’d meant to do it all along. Sometimes his spells work half as well, last half as long.
Ron pretends like he doesn’t notice. He takes the butter beer, accepts the second plate, but the beer and the meal always taste funny in his mouth, like they were meant for someone else’s tongue.
Summary: “Sometimes he reaches for two plates at dinner.” Post-DH Weasley-centric drabble.
Rating: PG
Warnings: DH spoilers
Genre: tragedy, angst
A/N: I wrote this right after DH came out and thought it might fit here.
Sometimes
Sometimes he pauses mid-sentence like he’s waiting for something. Ron tries to jump in and crack a joke, finish the sentence, but the words always feel forced and empty and he knows he didn’t say the exact right thing, even if he gets close sometimes. Close but no cigar, as the Muggles say.
Sometimes he reaches for two plates at dinner, pausing awkwardly before he puts the second one back. Sometimes he orders two butter beers and then gives one to Ron as if he’d meant to do it all along. Sometimes his spells work half as well, last half as long.
Ron pretends like he doesn’t notice. He takes the butter beer, accepts the second plate, but the beer and the meal always taste funny in his mouth, like they were meant for someone else’s tongue.
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*makes sad face*
But very well done, nonetheless! :D
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So sad, but beautifully done.
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*cries*
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You handled that extrememly well, not letting the pathos overwhealm who Ron is.
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