Title: Oklahoma? OK!
Author: Lena

Pairing: Ron/Harry
Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Improper, but fun use of Rodgers and Hammerstein lyrics.

Disclaimer: I’m not Richard, Oscar or Jo.

Summary: The prompt that was given to me was “Harry/Ron. Cinema. Harry showing off his favorite movies to Ron.”

Word Count: 349
Author’s Notes: Completed for Annie and The Mistresses drabble-a-thon at TQP. http://www.thequidditchpitch.org/series.php?seriesid=63 for those of us who couldn’t go to Lumos this weekend. Thanks to my friend and beta Lorien_Eve.

Ron stood outside the cinema waiting for Harry. He looked up at the poster on the side of the box office. “Oklahoma!” it said. Ron shrugged and leaned up against the wall.

Harry had read in the Muggle paper that there was a film festival of old American musicals. He owled Ron asking him to accompany him, but Ron had no desire to see any strange Muggle movies. He said no, but that he’d wait for Harry outside.

Harry walked out of the cinema, practically bouncing.

“Have a good time, Harry?”

He skipped down the street as he broke into song. “Oh, what a beautiful mornnnnnin‘, oh what a beautiful dayyyyyy…”

“Harry…” Ron looked around. This was a bit embarrassing.

“I got a beautiful feelin'…Ev'rything's goin' my way!” Harry grinned at Ron.

*****

They walked down to the pub. They picked a table next to the window.

“You wanna beer?” asked Ron.

“I cain't say no! Whut you goin' to do when a feller gits flirty, and starts to talk purty?” sang Harry.

“Harry!” hissed Ron. “What’s the matter with you? Do you want a beer or not?”

“I cain't say no!”

“All right!” Ron stomped to the bar to get two beers.

*****

They walked to Harry’s flat as it was closer. It was late and Ron decided to stay. He sat on the couch, which was always his when he stayed over. He looked at Harry, expecting him to retire to his bedroom.

But Harry sat next to Ron and sang, “Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours? Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors?”

“Huh?”

“Sweetheart, they're suspecting things. People will say we're in looooove,” sang Harry.

“Harry! What are you saying?”

“They'll see it's alright with me. People will say we're in love.”

“Oh.”

*****

Ron snorted, then opened one eye. He looked at Harry curled up in his arms. He was in Harry’s bed, naked. He smiled.

Then Ron burst into song.

“Oh, what a beautiful mornnnnnin‘, oh what a beautiful dayyyyyy…I got a beautiful feelin'…Ev'rything's goin' my way!”