Title - Feel So Loved

Author - Lena

Pairing - Ron/Harry

Rating - R

Genre - PWP, Romance

Spoilers - None

Disclaimers - I don't own Harry or Ron or anything in the HP world. JKR does (and Warner Bros, et al). Feedback - [email protected]

Summary - After a brutal Quidditch practice, Harry is exhausted. Ron helps him relax.

Acknowledgments - Thank you, as always, to Lorien_Eve.

Harry came bursting through the fireplace, filthy not only from the floo powder and soot, but from the exhausting Quidditch practice he had just finished. Ron was in the kitchen making dinner when he heard the whoosh of someone in the living room.

He called, "Harry?"

"Yeah." Harry was tired and upset. Ron immediately picked up on Harry's mood and walked out to the living room. Harry was standing there, dirt covering nearly every part of him. His hair was standing on end, his glasses were smudged, his face full of soot, and his uniform so muddy that it was hard to tell the colors of Puddlemere United.

Ron thought he was beautiful.

"You know," Harry said wearily, "Wood was bad in school, but now I think he's just gone mad."

Ron snorted and said, "Tough practice, huh?"

Harry sighed loudly. "Yeah."

Ron smiled at him. "Come on, let me help you." He walked over to Harry, stood behind him and put his hands on his shoulders. He placed a kiss on the least filthy place on the back of Harry's neck and he guided him to their bedroom.

Ron pulled off Harry's glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He removed Harry's Quidditch robe and let it fall to the floor. He unlaced his arm guards and pulled them off.

He leaned down on one knee and unlaced Harry's boots and leg guards. Harry leaned over and placed a hand on Ron's shoulder to steady himself while Ron tugged his boots off. Ron tossed them with a 'thunk' over his shoulder, then slowly pulled off Harry's leg guards.

Ron stood and reached for the hem of Harry's shirt. Harry lifted his arms and Ron pulled the shirt over his head.

Ron reached down to Harry's trousers, unbuttoned them, and taking his boxers with them, pulled them down. Ron got down on his knees and Harry placed his hand on Ron's shoulder while he pulled them over Harry's feet. Then, pulling by the toe, Ron jerked his socks off.

Ron gently sat Harry on their bed, while he swiftly stripped his own clothes. Ron walked to the loo and turned on the shower. He took two towels and two washcloths out of the cabinet and placed them on the counter. He made sure the soap and the shampoo were in the crook of the corner of the shower.

He walked back out to where Harry was still sitting on their bed. Ron reached for his hands and grasped them. He pulled him up and led him to the shower.

Ron gently pushed Harry into the shower and placed him under the warm water. He reached for the washcloths and got into the shower himself. He placed one of the washcloths under the water and soaked it, then picked up the soap and rubbed it into the washcloth.

Ron turned Harry away from him and began soaping up his back. Harry reached out and placed his hand against the tile and lowered his head, so the water sprayed over his hair.

Ron softly rubbed the washcloth against Harry's body, streaking the soap across his back. He moved his cloth-covered hand over Harry's shoulder, gently massaging, then down his arm. Then he reached for Harry's other shoulder, other arm.

Ron moved the washcloth around to Harry's chest and wrapped himself around him, continuing to run the soap over Harry. Ron gently kissed Harry again on the back of his neck. He lowered his hands down to Harry's thighs. He moved his lips down Harry's back and leaned down to clean Harry's legs.

Ron cleaned every part of Harry. His hands, his feet, his back, his penis and everything that Ron could physically touch. This wasn't about sex. This was about caring for Harry. It was about being in love.

Ron reached for the shampoo and splattered a dollop on his hands and placed them on Harry's hair. He moved his fingers through the thick black hair, lathering Harry's scalp. He massaged his temples and pressed down on his head, trying to relieve Harry's tension. He gently pushed Harry under the water again and ran his fingers through his hair to rinse. Ron kissed Harry on the back of the neck and turned Harry slightly towards him.

Harry leaned his head against the tile of the shower. His eyes were closed. A sob escaped from his lips.

Ron looked alarmed. "What's wrong, Harry?"

Harry opened his eyes and a tear fell. He saw Ron looking at him, frightened. He smiled slightly. "It's okay, Ron. It's just that...you always make me feel so loved." He closed his eyes and more tears fell.

Ron leaned up against him and whispered in his ear, "You are." Then he kissed Harry on the back of his neck again.

Ron leaned into Harry and reached down to turn off the shower. Then Ron turned Harry completely towards him and guided him out of the shower. Ron grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Harry. He rubbed his arms, his legs and chest, his back, then his face and hair.

Harry shivered slightly. Ron covered himself with a towel as well, and then pressed up against Harry to warm him.

Ron guided Harry to their bed. Harry's head was lowered and his eyes were fluttering with sleep. He was deeply relaxed now. Ron pulled the covers down and pushed Harry gently down onto the bed.

Ron whispered, "Take a nap, Harry. I'll wake you when dinner is ready."

Harry shed the towel and crawled under the covers. He murmured, "I love you, Ron."

Ron looked at Harry. He reached down and gently kissed him on the lips. "I love you, too."