In the back of a Non-Flying Ford Anglia (Ch 1-3)
Added 2025-12-10 02:23:46 +0000 UTCWhen Harry woke, it took several seconds before he remembered what had happened.
For those blissful seconds, he thought maybe it had been a nightmare. That Ron was still there and hadn't fucked off into the night.
Then he turned his head and saw Ron's empty bunk. His best mate was gone. Actually gone.
Harry stared at that empty bed, feeling something cold settle in his chest. He went to swing his legs out, then felt the familiar morning situation tenting the blanket and stopped. Right. Usually, he'd lie there awkwardly until it went down, waiting it out so Ron wouldn't see and make some stupid comment. The git always got weird about it, made Harry feel like he had to apologize for something that wasn't his fault.
Then Harry realized, Ron wasn't here anymore. He didn't have to wait around feeling embarrassed. Didn't have to tiptoe around his mate's fragile ego about the fact that Harry was twice his size soft. One less thing to worry about, at least. Small comfort, but Harry was trying to find any silver lining he could to distract himself from the fact that his best mate had left them.
So he just climbed out of bed, still sporting half a chub, not bothering to hide it or wait for it to go away.
Harry was heading toward the washing area when he looked up and stopped dead. Hermione was bent over in front of the fire, coaxing the flames higher, her arse in the air in tight jeans.
