dom/ron. la fin.
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phineasjonesit is done! the dom/ron madness now comes to an end. well, i hope that's not true. but this story is at its conclusion. i think everyone should write some dom/ron now, because, well, because of the hotness of course. also the cuteness, don't forget that.
here's the post with links to all the other parts.
thank you all so much for your lovely feedback and encouragement on this. it has be so much fun to write. ::floves::
Ron stood in the entrance hall a few minutes after Apparating into Order headquarters. He slowly rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck from side to side, trying to work out the stiffness brought on by a long night outside in damp weather. It had been an uneventful watch, but he was exhausted from the hours of forced alertness and the late – now early – hour.
He was also thirsty. He left his damp coat by the door and headed toward the kitchen. He was surprised when he heard voices up ahead; he had expected everyone to be sleeping by now. As he neared the kitchen door, he heard laughter – Harry’s, Hermione’s and… two others. There was a high-pitched giggle and… it couldn’t be.
He stood, frozen in the doorway as he took in the scene in front of him. Harry, Hermione, Dom and Elijah were gathered around the table, teacups before them. Elijah had twisted himself into a little pretzel on his chair and Dom was slouching comfortably in his. He was wearing a jumper that was far too large for him and had 'H' knitted into the front of it. ‘H’ for ‘Harry.’ Ron felt his stomach twist into knots. They all looked so relaxed, so happy. They didn’t even see him standing there.
He fought his urge to turn and flee to his room. He needed to know what had happened, why Dom was here. Why he was wearing Harry’s jumper.
He stepped through the doorway and Harry saw him first.
“Ron!” he shouted and Dom turned sharply in his chair to look, his faced tensed into an expression Ron couldn’t read. Surprise? Worry? “How did the watch go?” Harry asked.
“Fine,” Ron answered. “Nothing to report. What happened here?” He gestured toward them all.
“Those alert charms you had me cast on the flat worked,” Hermione said. “Two Death Eaters Apparated there about four hours ago. We got them both.”
Elijah twisted around in his chair, a big grin on his face, and told Ron, “We got Crabbe!”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “These two were great. Bagged Crabbe before we even got there.”
Ron just stood a minute, staring. Were these the same people who had kicked him out of Dom’s flat not even a day ago? He remembered all to clearly the look on Dom’s face as he had told him, “Go.”
“Well. That’s really great. Good work. I’m… I’m just going to get some water and go to bed.”
There was silence at the table as Ron turned his back on them and went to get a glass from the cupboard. Then Harry yawned loudly.
“I’m going to go to bed myself. See you guys in the morning.”
“Elijah,” Hermione said, “Why don’t I show you where your room is?”
“Ok, sure. Great idea.” Ron heard their chairs moving as they got up to leave. He picked up the pitcher of water from the counter and filled his glass.
“Ron.” Dom’s voice was close behind him, soft and low. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Ron shrugged his shoulders and took a drink from his glass. “S’OK,” he mumbled. He knew he was probably being unreasonable but he just felt so frustrated that it had all happened without him. Dom had kicked him out but then sat around all chummy with his friends? It didn’t seem fair. Now he believed it all but he hadn’t trusted Ron enough to believe him.
“Really,” Dom persisted, “really sorry.”
Ron turned around and quickly averted his eyes from the ridiculous, far too large jumper. “You don’t have to be sorry. So you didn’t believe my crazy story until you saw it for yourself. Who would have believed it? It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters,” Dom said, “I don’t know if i should have believed you, but I’m sorry I didn’t. I’m sorry I told you to leave.”
Ron was quiet, looking at the floor. What was the point in being angry, anyway? Dom was here, he was out of danger for the moment, and he knew. Ron didn’t have to do anymore lying or convincing. But, oh, that stupid jumper was making him cringe.
“My mother made that,” he said, pointing at Dom’s chest. Dom looked down at himself, and back up, smiling.
“Harry gave me this to wear. I was cold in my T-shirt,” he held up the bottom of the sweater to reveal the thin whist shirt beneath.
“I know it’s Harry’s,” Ron said, “I have one with an ‘R’ on it.”
Dom held his gaze for a moment and then closed his eyes and pulled the jumper over his head. He dropped it on the floor and reached for Ron’s water glass, putting it on the counter. He took Ron’s wrists and pulled him forward as he backed into the counter and then jumped up to sit on the edge.
“Does that bloke Neville live here?” he asked.
The question took Ron by surprise. “Er… yeah. Why?”
Dom grinned mischievously, “Because I think I’m going to need a toothbrush.”
Ron’s burst of laughter was cut off when Dom hooked his ankles behind Ron’s thighs and pulled him forward. Ron’s hips hit the counter just as Dom’s lips met his, warm and insistent. Ron whimpered, he couldn’t help it. It was relief and excitement combined and it just felt so good to have Dom’s pyjama-clad thighs under his hands, Dom’s mouth open to his. Dom tightened his legs around Ron and made a little sound low in his chest that made Ron’s knees weak.
Dom grabbed Ron’s hands and pulled them from his thighs, moving them around his back so that Ron’s arms were around him. He broke their kiss and spoke, “Now let’s go to your place.”
Ron smiled and they disappeared from the kitchen.
~Fin~
here's the post with links to all the other parts.
thank you all so much for your lovely feedback and encouragement on this. it has be so much fun to write. ::floves::
Ron stood in the entrance hall a few minutes after Apparating into Order headquarters. He slowly rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck from side to side, trying to work out the stiffness brought on by a long night outside in damp weather. It had been an uneventful watch, but he was exhausted from the hours of forced alertness and the late – now early – hour.
He was also thirsty. He left his damp coat by the door and headed toward the kitchen. He was surprised when he heard voices up ahead; he had expected everyone to be sleeping by now. As he neared the kitchen door, he heard laughter – Harry’s, Hermione’s and… two others. There was a high-pitched giggle and… it couldn’t be.
He stood, frozen in the doorway as he took in the scene in front of him. Harry, Hermione, Dom and Elijah were gathered around the table, teacups before them. Elijah had twisted himself into a little pretzel on his chair and Dom was slouching comfortably in his. He was wearing a jumper that was far too large for him and had 'H' knitted into the front of it. ‘H’ for ‘Harry.’ Ron felt his stomach twist into knots. They all looked so relaxed, so happy. They didn’t even see him standing there.
He fought his urge to turn and flee to his room. He needed to know what had happened, why Dom was here. Why he was wearing Harry’s jumper.
He stepped through the doorway and Harry saw him first.
“Ron!” he shouted and Dom turned sharply in his chair to look, his faced tensed into an expression Ron couldn’t read. Surprise? Worry? “How did the watch go?” Harry asked.
“Fine,” Ron answered. “Nothing to report. What happened here?” He gestured toward them all.
“Those alert charms you had me cast on the flat worked,” Hermione said. “Two Death Eaters Apparated there about four hours ago. We got them both.”
Elijah twisted around in his chair, a big grin on his face, and told Ron, “We got Crabbe!”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “These two were great. Bagged Crabbe before we even got there.”
Ron just stood a minute, staring. Were these the same people who had kicked him out of Dom’s flat not even a day ago? He remembered all to clearly the look on Dom’s face as he had told him, “Go.”
“Well. That’s really great. Good work. I’m… I’m just going to get some water and go to bed.”
There was silence at the table as Ron turned his back on them and went to get a glass from the cupboard. Then Harry yawned loudly.
“I’m going to go to bed myself. See you guys in the morning.”
“Elijah,” Hermione said, “Why don’t I show you where your room is?”
“Ok, sure. Great idea.” Ron heard their chairs moving as they got up to leave. He picked up the pitcher of water from the counter and filled his glass.
“Ron.” Dom’s voice was close behind him, soft and low. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Ron shrugged his shoulders and took a drink from his glass. “S’OK,” he mumbled. He knew he was probably being unreasonable but he just felt so frustrated that it had all happened without him. Dom had kicked him out but then sat around all chummy with his friends? It didn’t seem fair. Now he believed it all but he hadn’t trusted Ron enough to believe him.
“Really,” Dom persisted, “really sorry.”
Ron turned around and quickly averted his eyes from the ridiculous, far too large jumper. “You don’t have to be sorry. So you didn’t believe my crazy story until you saw it for yourself. Who would have believed it? It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters,” Dom said, “I don’t know if i should have believed you, but I’m sorry I didn’t. I’m sorry I told you to leave.”
Ron was quiet, looking at the floor. What was the point in being angry, anyway? Dom was here, he was out of danger for the moment, and he knew. Ron didn’t have to do anymore lying or convincing. But, oh, that stupid jumper was making him cringe.
“My mother made that,” he said, pointing at Dom’s chest. Dom looked down at himself, and back up, smiling.
“Harry gave me this to wear. I was cold in my T-shirt,” he held up the bottom of the sweater to reveal the thin whist shirt beneath.
“I know it’s Harry’s,” Ron said, “I have one with an ‘R’ on it.”
Dom held his gaze for a moment and then closed his eyes and pulled the jumper over his head. He dropped it on the floor and reached for Ron’s water glass, putting it on the counter. He took Ron’s wrists and pulled him forward as he backed into the counter and then jumped up to sit on the edge.
“Does that bloke Neville live here?” he asked.
The question took Ron by surprise. “Er… yeah. Why?”
Dom grinned mischievously, “Because I think I’m going to need a toothbrush.”
Ron’s burst of laughter was cut off when Dom hooked his ankles behind Ron’s thighs and pulled him forward. Ron’s hips hit the counter just as Dom’s lips met his, warm and insistent. Ron whimpered, he couldn’t help it. It was relief and excitement combined and it just felt so good to have Dom’s pyjama-clad thighs under his hands, Dom’s mouth open to his. Dom tightened his legs around Ron and made a little sound low in his chest that made Ron’s knees weak.
Dom grabbed Ron’s hands and pulled them from his thighs, moving them around his back so that Ron’s arms were around him. He broke their kiss and spoke, “Now let’s go to your place.”
Ron smiled and they disappeared from the kitchen.
~Fin~
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Date: 2004-10-06 10:40 am (UTC)the toothbrush bit was priceless.
heart.
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Date: 2004-10-06 11:00 am (UTC)bless your evil genius smut hand. bless it. i heart it and you eternally.
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Date: 2004-10-06 11:25 am (UTC)Phin! omg! *loves* I am so sad that it's over, but so happy that they're happy. and just, aw. *happy sigh* Thank you so much for writing this - it was so fabulous to read. :-)
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Date: 2004-10-07 08:24 am (UTC)♥!
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Date: 2004-10-06 11:40 am (UTC)That was brilliant!! So simple and lovely. <3333
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Date: 2004-10-07 08:33 am (UTC)thank you so much for the loveliest of feedback. this story was a little practie in zen for me - write it down, let it go, write it down, let it go.
and you seem to have read it just the way i meant it - cute and silly at its foundation but taking itslef entirely seriously. i giggled a whole lot while writing this but i also cared a whole lot.
it means a lot to me that you like it. ♥
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Date: 2004-10-06 06:23 pm (UTC)<33
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Date: 2004-10-07 07:24 am (UTC)And this line Because I think I'm going to need a toothbrush. Hee! So mischievous.
This has just been a delightful story all around.
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Date: 2004-10-13 11:43 am (UTC)::ahem::
thank you! :) see, the sweater thing, yeah. i'm glad you liked that. ron's just always so jealous - from various angles - i thought it would really bug him that he hadn't had the chance to play hero. and dom hanging out i harry's clothes would just rub it in.
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Date: 2004-10-12 09:50 am (UTC)oh man, it's just so sweet and funny and cool! Dom/Ron is certainly an interesting pairing;)
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Date: 2005-02-21 08:49 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2007-07-12 07:30 pm (UTC)Elijah twisted around in his chair, a big grin on his face, and told Ron, “We got Crabbe!”
so cute!!!
and are we supposed to think that hermione does a little more than show elijah to his room? who was her fiance, anyway? krum?