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Entry tags:	don't cry, drabble, for art, harry potter, harry/severus, snarry a thon, yr::2009

Drabble for Art at the Snarry-a-Thon:: Don't Cry, complete
Tittle:: Don't Cry
Author:: calanor
Rating:: None
Words:: 320
Summary:: Ron's words hurt Harry again but his lover will wipe away the tears
Disclaimer:: I don't own Harry Potter or any other of the characters of JK Rowlings world. I just play in it from time to time..
A/N:: written for this art for the Snarry a Thon. Go and leave love.. for the mystery Artist..

http://asylums.insanejournal.com/snape_potter/245984.html

Harry ran through the halls as fast as his legs could carry him.

He'd tried so hard not to say anything--for so long. Tried to keep his cool and keep quiet, just being a good friend. But when Ron's rant turned from his own relationship with Draco to Harry's, he'd had enough.

He remained close-lipped until the redhead's thoughtless words became too much. Harry had never said these kinds of things about Draco. Why then, did Ron feel he had the right to say them about the man Harry loved beyond being?

Harry had lost control of his magic, and his power filled the room causing Ron to finally take notice and halt his words.

"He LOVES Me!" Harry stated hitting his chest. "ME!"

He then turned and ran, tears streaming down his cheeks; his emotions in upheaval. Why couldn't everyone just give him the general respect that others took for granted? Harry had run himself ragged by the time he finally came to an unused portion of the ancient Castle; her sentience reaching out to try to console him, as he sobbed and gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Leaning against the brick edge of one of the huge leaded windows, staring out at the inky, star-filled sky, subtle night sounds of the castle whispering in the background.

A single stream of moonlight was all that illuminated his face, as a long fingered hand reached up from the darkness and gently cupped his face, as a potion-stained thumb swept away a single tear. He leaned into the the caress, craving the touch.

"I do very much love thee. Don't cry, My Harry," a dark velvet voice rumbled softly, before strong arms enveloped him, holding him in a familiar and cherished embrace.

Letting the stress drain from his body, he laid his head against the strong chest, and sighed in contentment. Ron would just have to learn to accept this.

~Finis... but is it ever.... never