Love
by tir-synni
Disclaimer: Neither the song or characters are mine. The song belongs to Lion King: Simba's Pride while the characters belong to the wonderful
JK Rowling. Not mine, never said they
were, so don't sue.
A/N: I've been wanting to do a
HP/DM slash fic of this song ever since I heard
it. I think it fits the pair
perfectly. I don't know if I can do it
justice (probably not) but I think I should at least try. Please review, and if you don't like the fic, tell me if you agree about the song.
Love
Ron Weasely ground his teeth together, glaring firmly at the
top of his bunk. His heavy eyes slid
shut again, but stubbornly, he yanked them open again. Bloody hell, he was going to stay awake. He had to wait. It would happen soon, he knew it. And there was no way in hell that he was
going to fall asleep and miss it.
Wait--there! He heard it!
Ron stiffened and listened intently.
The curtains surrounding his bed kept him from seeing the next bed, but
he recognized that sound as well as his own breath.
Harry Potter
was sneaking out of bed...again.
Ron clutched
his covers tightly in his fingers and kept listening. The mattresses squeaked lightly as Harry
hopped free of his covers, and he heard Harry sneaking quietly to his
trunk. His knuckles grew white around
the tortured bedsheets as he recognized the next
sound. Harry was slipping his father's
cloak out of his trunk. Now, even if he
was to move the curtains, he couldn't see the other sixth year. However, Harry still would have seen him, so
Ron kept quiet and still.
The door
creaking softly betrayed Harry's exit, and only then did Ron begin cursing to
himself. Where did Harry keep
going? Ever since
Christmas break, Harry had been constantly sneaking out of their dorm. When Ron had told Hermione, she had forced
him to keep quiet about Harry's escapades and wait for Harry to tell them what
he was doing. Still, Harry remained
quiet on the matter. The next day, there
was no sign that Harry had been sneaking out every day at
Still growling
and cursing, Ron stared grimly at his curtains.
It didn't matter if Harry told them or not. Like he did every night, he would stay awake
and wait for Harry's
return. Only then could he
sleep securely, knowing that Harry was safe.
~~~~
"Bloody hell!" Ron swore, stalking to the
Gryffindor common room. Malfoy's laughter rang in his ears, even as his body
throbbed from Snape's strict detention. Damn it, why did he have to clean all the
cauldrons out and scrub the dungeon floor?
After all, Malfoy had made the mess. The memory of Malfoy's
smirk as he deliberately tipped Ron's cauldron made Ron flush with rage. Bloody git! And of course, Snape's
little angel could do no wrong, so he was punished for it.
"I would
like to show the lousy snake a thing or two...." Ron growled under his
breath, reaching the Fat Lady. "I
bet the only reason that greasy bastard likes Malfoy
is because he blows him. Why would
anyone else want him around? And poor
Harry--Whomping willow!" he said aloud to the
portrait before mumbling again, "--has to deal with his shit. I swear Malfoy was
trying to splash him with the potion. Malfoy is just jealous of him. Harry doesn't need a rich papa to have
friends. That bloody ferret
doesn't--"
"How was
detention?" a familiar voice cut into his tirade, and Ron snapped out of
his angry daze. Warm jade eyes greeted
him, and Ron reluctantly found himself smiling back.
"You
didn't have to wait for me, you know," Ron informed Harry, plopping down
beside him.
Harry grinned
at him. "Well, Heol
to wander out there? You-Know-Who is
still looking for him! Is he trying to
make himself a target?"
Ron bit his
lip worriedly. As much as he hated to
admit it, Hermione was right. From now
on, Harry wasn't going anywhere by himself anymore. No more lone excursions to the
The moon was
almost full, lighting their path through the dark woods. They jogged for almost fifteen minutes before
catching sight of Harry's silhouette.
Ron almost called to him before Hermione shook her head wildly and held
up a finger. Wait, she mouthed. Ron nodded in understanding. Now would be a good time to see what Harry
was up to.
Creeping
closer, they saw Harry sitting on a fallen log beside a small pond. A small smile played on his pink lips as he
gazed into the water. Ron frowned. What was he up to?
Suddenly,
Harry spoke, and Ron almost had a heart attack.
Had he noticed them?
"In a
perfect world, one we've never known," Harry whispered, his soft voice
reaching Ron and Hermione's hiding spot, "we would never need to face the
world alone. They can have their
world. We'll create our own." He smiled lovingly at the water, and Ron felt
Hermione jump beside him. He glanced at
her, and he blinked when he noticed her wide eyes. She didn't say a word, only pointed at the
water. He frowned and turned around,
staring intently at the reflective surface.
Then his jaw dropped.
Reflected in
the pond's surface was a white tiger.
Gulping
silently, Ron looked up. There it was,
lazing in a branch above Harry's head. Wha...?
"Animagi," Hermione whispered,
her voice the merest breath of sound.
"I may
not be brave or strong or smart," Harry continued quietly, "but
somewhere in my secret heart, I know love will find a way. Anywhere I go, I'm home, if you are there
beside me. Like dark turning into day,
somehow we'll come through, now that I've found you. Love will find a way."
The white
tiger nimbly jumped to land behind Harry.
With each step it took, it transformed, body fluidly shifting to reveal
a young man. Ron gaped, his eyes
bugging. No...bloody...way.
"I was so
afraid," Draco Malfoy
confessed softly, and Harry turned to him with soft emerald eyes, "now I
realize love is never wrong, and so it never dies." He held out a hand, and Harry allowed the
taller boy to pull him to his feet. Draco kept pulling, until Harry was resting against his
chest. With his free hand, he cupped
Harry's chin, forcing Harry to face him.
"There's a perfect world shining in your eyes...."
Harry hummed
in pleasure. He opened his mouth to
speak, and as if reading his mind, Draco said with
him,
"And if
only they could feel it too, the happiness I feel with you, they'd
know...."
Draco slid his hand down, still gazing into Harry's eyes,
to clutch his hand. Harry smiled, and
together, they began to walk. "Love
will find a way. Anywhere we go, we're
home, if we are together. Like dark turning into day.
Somehow we'll come through, now that I've found you. Love will find a way."
Harry rested
his head on Draco's shoulder, still holding the
other's hand. Draco
simply put his head on Harry's, falling silent.
From behind the bushes, Ron kept gaping.
Harry...and Malfoy. Harry.
Malfoy. This...this was
impossible! Forcing his mouth shut, Ron
glanced at Hermione, only to scowl darkly.
Hermione's lips were curved in a dreamy smile as she watched the pair
walk. Ron bet if she could speak, she
would be cooing. Was she mad? This was serious! Harry...and Malfoy! This couldn't be happening.
Draco paused suddenly and turned Harry around. Harry didn't resist. He only smiled.
"I know
love will find a way," Draco whispered.
"Anywhere
we go, I'm home," Harry affirmed.
"I'm
home," Draco repeated.
"Right
here, if we are there together," Harry breathed, leaning forward.
Ron swallowed
thickly, but no one noticed.
"Like dark turning into day. Somehow we'll come through, now that I've found you. Love will find a way. I know love will find a way. I know....Love will find a way."
The last was a
mere whisper before Draco pulled Harry tight against
him. Harry parted his lips invitingly,
and Draco lowered his head....
Ron looked
away abruptly, grabbing Hermione's arm.
His confusion fading, he pulled Hermione away from where she was staring
at the oblivious couple. Hermione's eyes
blazed in annoyance, but Ron never noticed.
All he could think of was the look in Malfoy's and Harry's eyes.
Without a word, he yanked the indignant Hermione away from the private
moment.
"Love
will find a way." The words
thrummed through Ron's mind, confusing and clarifying things at the same
time. "Love will find a way."
Maybe, Ron
thought, the tenderness and love in the pair's eyes still as clear as day in
his memory, it will.
I'm expecting
comments on Ron's OOC, but I'm not sure if it is. I think if he was to stumble on a private
moment like that, it might change his perspective a bit. And if the lyrics are a bit different than
what I posted earlier...I had the song on repeat while I was writing. I know it's mushy, and I know it's short, but
please review. Reviews make the world go
round. ^_^