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H/R fic: Always The Same
Title: Always The Same
Author: BeMyGoodDay
Rating: G... I guess
Warnings: Fluff, Un-beta'd
Disclaimer: [insert generic- "not mine, hers" speech here]



I think of you, even though I know I shouldn't. It's always on nights like this, waking from the nightmares. It's always the same. You're always by my side. You always have that same look when I open my eyes. Fear. Fear so tangible it makes me wonder if you see them just as I do, crystal clear images of everything I hope will never be.

Hope. That's the next expression, the same hope every time. I'm not sure what your hoping for. Maybe it's just knowing that one of these days, these dreams might be real, and maybe it's the hope that we'll all be OK, just like I can wake up un-scathed; That we will walk from the last of these nightmares safe.

I have hope too. Hope that one of these nights, you wont leave my side when assured everything is OK. Hope that you will wrap your arms around me and stay.

"All is well mate?"

"Yeah, thanks Ron. I'm fine now."

"Alright then"

There it is. Patience. It's always the last look you give me before you leave. It's the same patience you have while we play wizards chess. Not annoyed patience, kind patience. I know it's my move, I could ask you to stay, but I don't. You leave my side to go settle back into your own bed.

I roll onto My side and close my eyes. I imagine you never left. We are curled into each other, your arms around me, and I feel safe, that even if another nightmare comes, you'll still be there when i open my eyes. I imagine how warm your breath would feel ghosting over my neck, the steady in-outs as you drift into your own dream-filled slumber, reminding me that there is a reason for all of this.

It never fails that just before I drift back to sleep, with warm thoughts of you vividly playing out in my mind, I hear your voice, one last time.

"Harry?"

this is the part where I answer:

"Yeah?"

You'll say:

"Night Harry."

And I'll answer:

"Night."

I wait for it. It's my turn for patience.

I hear an unprecedented rustle of your sheets.

"Ron?"

"Yeah?"

How did you get here so fast, and why? I turn on my back to look up at you. It's hope again, hope and patience, hope and patience... and fear? You lift my covers and start making your way in.

"Ron, what are you - ?"

"Night Harry"

You curl up to my side and rest your arms around me like this is the way it's always been. And I know that this is the way it will always be.

"Night"