Reviewer: wolfiekins Signed
Chapter 8: Chapter Seven - Whole.
I'm glad I've finally returned to this...what imagery you've woven here. The nuances of glance between Harry and Ron, Hermione and Ron, Harry and Hermione...the interlaced fingers, the stroking of the hair...blissful, satisfied...wonderful.
"...and the strength of Ron's undamaged soul had filled the spaces and holes in Harry's heart, their thoughts and opinions had melded together, their joys doubled and their pain deepened."
Beautiful..."...they were.... blurred around the edges. A slight quirk to the line of Harry's smile seemed to remind her of Ron, and Ron's eyes held a shimmer of Harry's hesitation."
I love that line...
"All day when I've thought of doing this--" he rubbed his hands up Ron's long thighs, and Ron had felt the strength of the muscles rippling under his own freckle dusted skin, felt it as Harry did "-- I was feeling this longing inside when I imagined myself taking you. Inside you." Harry's fingers had found their goal and were probing and stroking. "Merlin, Ron. I've wanted this for so long."
"Me too, Harry," he had replied, somehow. Not with words. Hermione was whispering the incantation into his mouth. "I could have gone my whole life and never acted on it, but it was always there.... always."
Brilliant work, luv. Brilliant.