Title: I’d Do Anything For You

Author: Lena

Pairing: Ron/Harry

Rating: PG

Warnings: It’s really sappy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Ron.

Summary: The night before Bill and Fleur’s wedding, Harry’s restless and unsure, but Ron’s there to comfort him. For the lion_ron prompt challenge. http://lena3.livejournal.com/1806.html

Author’s Notes: Thank you to my beta and friend Lorien_Eve.

Ron could hear Harry toss and turn in his bed. It wasn’t very late and Ron hadn’t been to sleep yet. Usually, he nodded right off, but tonight he stayed awake listening to Harry.

Harry grunted as he moved again, and Ron knew Harry wasn’t going to get to sleep.

It was the night before Bill and Fleur’s wedding, and Ron knew he, Harry and Hermione had to leave the day after.

Ron lay there for a while longer, wondering if he should leave Harry alone or get up and talk to him. Over the years, he had done both. He could always tell when Harry wanted company and when he didn’t.

Ron pushed the covers back and crept out of bed. He crossed the small room in three steps to Harry’s camp bed.

“Harry?” Ron whispered.

Harry was laying on his stomach. He turned over and looked blurry-eyed at Ron.

“Can’t sleep, huh?”

Harry shook his head and sighed.

“It’s all right.”

“No, it’s not,” croaked Harry.

“Why?” Ron leaned over closer.

“You shouldn’t go with me when I leave.”

“Oh, yes, I should! And Hermione will, too!”

“I don’t want your mother to worry.”

“She’s going to worry anyway. Even when I leave for school every year.”

“But…”

Ron placed his hand on Harry’s chest. “Stop it, Harry. I’d do anything for you.”

“That’s what scares me.”

Harry placed his hand on top of Ron’s. Ron dropped to his knees on the hardwood floor. He placed his head on Harry’s chest, turning to look at their hands. Calloused, grubby, not quite clean, boy hands.

Ron closed his eyes and listened to Harry’s heartbeat.

Then he felt Harry’s hand softly touch his hair. He felt Harry’s fingers run through it and pull his fringe away from his face.

“Harry?” Ron whispered.

Harry’s breath quickened for a second and Ron felt it. “Yes, you can.”

Ron lifted himself, as Harry moved over in the small bed. Ron crawled under the covers and squished against Harry. He leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder, as Harry grabbed Ron’s hand, holding it.

“I mean it, you know.”

“I know.” Harry turned his head and met Ron’s eyes.