d e f y i n g . g r a v i t y

Defying Gravity
[by victoria p.]

Rating: PG

Summary: "It, er, sings until you kiss the person you fancy."

Notes: This was written for schocolate, requested by tarie.

Date: July 8, 2005

Ron had insisted on charming the mistletoe, trying to prove he could be as inventive as Fred and George, who'd scoffed at his other attempts to develop products for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

He was regretting it now as it had him cornered and was singing, "Harry and Ronald sitting in a tree" at the top of its, well, sprigs of mistletoe didn't bloody well have lungs, did they? Yet there it dangled, in the seventh year boys' dormitory, from which Ron had refused to venture because it would follow, still singing, until he kissed the object of his desire.

Harry slumped into the room and dropped his Firebolt onto his bed. He'd had two modes since Sirius died -- depressed and angry -- but when he heard the mistletoe shrieking, Ron could see the faint beginnings of something else in his face.

"Little early for Christmas, isn't it?" Harry asked, coming over to Ron's bed.

"Testing a product for the twins," Ron said quietly.

Harry leaned closer, and Ron could smell the wind and grass on him. Harry went flying alone a lot these days, and Ron couldn't really blame him. There wasn't anything quite like being high up above it all, defying gravity as the wind and the world whistled past.

"What's it do, then? Why's it sing?"

Ron felt himself flush and cursed his damned fair skin. "It, er, sings until you kiss the person you fancy."

Harry actually laughed, and Ron thought his humiliation would be worth it, because he hadn't heard Harry laugh since that horrible day at the Department of Mysteries. Then he stopped laughing and Ron felt his stomach drop, because obviously, he'd just caught on to what the thing was saying.

Harry's eyes and mouth went very round for a moment, silent Os of shock and judgment, but instead of punching or hexing Ron, he leaned forward and kissed him. On the mouth.

With tongue even.

Ron barely noticed the sudden silence of the mistletoe because Harry was kissing him. Harry was kissing him, and he was kissing Harry back.

They weren't very good at it -- their noses bumped and their teeth clacked painfully -- but it didn't seem to matter, because Harry didn't stop. In fact, he climbed up onto the bed next to Ron without breaking the kiss, still sliding his tongue around Ron's mouth, and Ron felt like he was flying.

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