Harry potter and ron weasley dating
So he couldn't get a job and therefore had no coworkers to spend time with during the day.Our friends, though, have jobs and went out and dated.Harry quit right away, adamant he wouldn't put a stadium full of people at danger just so he could play.I turned in my broom too, until Harry whirled right back around, grabbed the broom out of the team manager's hands and told me that if I quit because of him, he'd move out. Ron watches his best friend go through some very bad dating experiences, while going through some awkward ones of his own. Also, this story is rated M (or R) for sexual content (mostly talking about it. The Abysmal Dating Life of Harry Potter (as told by Ron Weasley)The First Date (1/4)You'd think that after the war people would stop trying to hurt Harry so much. The first months after were tough enough with fans demanding he autograph anything they shoved under his nose and middle-aged women trying to pull him into a snog or reporters running around after him with dict-a-quills while the poor lad just wanted an ice cream. Whoever killed Harry would be the new supreme evil overlord or something. A/N: Please note this story is slash, with a Harry/Ron pairing. Ron's a fun, generally light narrator, but there are also heavy situations throughout the story, including a brief non-consensual situation in a later chapter (not between Harry and Ron). This story is dedicated to the Harry and Ron Livejournal Community, where I have shamelessly lurked for years. So really, he didn't need the crazies shouting things like "Wipe out dirty blood! Apparently, since Harry had taken down one evil dictator, some idea had spread among the less-successful evildoers that it was time to apply for Voldemort's old job.Like me finding him in a pool of his own blood in the loo at a charity ball bad.
I always argued through mouthfuls of food that he had us, but I mainly did it because arguing with Hermione was my most trustworthy form of stress relief. Harry couldn't have the casual social life the rest of us took for granted.We recognized it from the faint scars that still read, "I must not tell lies," and Hermione clasped it and cried while I frantically unburied the rest of him.The photo still gets circulated now and again as a symbol for whatever spin the media wants to discuss at the moment and every time it makes mum burst into tears. I can deal with it okay…except for the one time nobody will let me forget when I tore up every one of those damn magazines at a newsstand in Diagon Alley, ignoring the cries of the squat bloke who worked there. George was there; he should have stopped me instead of pointing out that second batch.And then, at the ball, she followed him into the loo and stabbed him seven times before slitting her own wrists.I knew where he'd gone because on his way there, he'd clapped his hand on my shoulder and, with a genuinely happy grin, told me it was going great.
I told everyone he'd turned hermit because of the masses of women that went into heat when he entered a bar, but it wasn't true.