Title: Used to Blue

Author: Lorien_Eve

Pairing: Harry/Ron

Rating: G

Genre: Angst, sort of

Spoilers: None

Archive: You’re more than welcome, just let me know!

Summary: Ron is gone and Harry misses him.

Harry sat up with a jolt. It was that dream again, the one where Ron comes home. He had that dream almost daily now. Harry received a post card from Ron today. He was in Romania. He traveled a lot since joining the Chudley Cannons, but this time he had gone to see his older brother, Charlie. Ron sent Harry post cards intermittently when he traveled. Ron wrote that he wondered if Harry was doing alright. Harry was glad Ron still thought about them, about their relationship, and the years they spent together. Although Ron did write occasionally, he had made it perfectly clear when he stormed out of the house six months ago that he wasn’t coming back. Harry didn’t want Ron worrying, though. It hardly ever got him down anymore. He was getting used to it. He was getting used to the silent house, the empty rooms, and the cold, lonely bed. He’d been knocked around a time or two before in his life. This wasn’t as bad as other things he’d lived through. He’d get used to living without Ron. Eventually.

Harry hardly left the house anymore. He hardly left the couch, for that matter. He kept the curtains drawn like there was no one home. He never answered the door if anyone knocked. He almost wished he felt like going outside so he could see the sky. He knew there was a cloud out there somewhere for him to sit under. That’s what he needed, a nice rain cloud. Maybe it would rain and rain, and he’d get sick and Ron would have to come visit him. Harry wondered if Ron would come see him even then. Harry turned on the radio. He needed a little fun, didn’t he? But that was no good. Every song reminded him of Ron, even the ones he’d never heard before. It wasn’t just songs, though. Everything reminded him of Ron. He couldn’t forget the incident with the lilac bubble bath. Feeling adventurous one day, Harry had brought some home. The bath was filled with light purple bubbles that didn’t pop until the next day, and he and Ron smelled like a field of flowers for a month. Because of that, Harry only took showers twice a week. It didn’t really matter, though, because no one came to see him, anyway.

But Harry was getting used to it. He was getting used to not having Ron to sit with, or stand with, or do anything with. It had taken a lot of tears, though Harry wouldn’t have admitted that to anyone but Ron. And as Ron wasn’t here now, Harry didn’t have to admit it to anyone. It was going to take some time to get these feelings Harry kept out of sight, all the way out of his mind. But he worked on it everyday, and slowly but surely, he was getting used to it.