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Seventy Days by tattooedsiren (R)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Hermione
Length: 9,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tattooedsiren
Author Website: Master fic list
Why this must be read: It takes seventy days secluded away from the world for Harry, Ron and Hermione to figure out their feelings towards each other. I like this story because it takes it slow, and individually, starting with couples, flitting around the question of a threesome right up until the end.
Harry could hear the screaming from upstairs. He rolled his eyes, getting up from his chair and heading downstairs to have his suspicions confirmed. There were Ron and Hermione in the lounge, bickering like crazy. He sat on the stairs and watched them. He couldn’t tell what they were arguing about, though he figured they didn’t even know what they were fighting about. He had known them long enough to be able to tell the difference between when they were fighting over something genuine and when it was just unresolved feelings getting the better of them. And this was definitely the latter.
Harry watched in silence, unnoticed by his best friends. With every few sentences they took a small step closer. And when Ron took one final step, thoroughly invading Hermione’s personal space, Harry’s stomach tightened. They just stood there, staring at each other, so close they could feel each others breath. They were breathing heavy from fighting, as well as from something else entirely, and Harry was shocked to realise he was breathing heavily too. For a moment he figured it was just concern for his friends, but with every moment he watched them, unmoving in the centre of the large room, he came to realise it wasn’t concern he was feeling. It was something else. Something inappropriate. Something that caused the blood rushing through his veins to hum.
Ron started inching his face towards Hermione’s. But then, as though suddenly realising what he was doing, he took a step back, his breath shaky. They continued to stare at each other, until Hermione turned and fled, hurrying through the doors outside. Ron turned, then froze when he saw Harry, their eyes locking. He recovered quickly, walking to the stairs. He began ascending, and when he passed Harry, Harry reached up and grasped his hand. Ron stood there for a moment, his feet on different stairs, looking straight ahead while Harry sat silently, looking at his feet, all the while their hands gripped tightly. Then Ron squeezed, briefly, then released Harry’s hand and headed upstairs.
When he was gone, Harry let out a shaky breath.
Seventy Days
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Hermione
Length: 9,000 words
Author on LJ:
tattooedsirenAuthor Website: Master fic list
Why this must be read: It takes seventy days secluded away from the world for Harry, Ron and Hermione to figure out their feelings towards each other. I like this story because it takes it slow, and individually, starting with couples, flitting around the question of a threesome right up until the end.
Harry could hear the screaming from upstairs. He rolled his eyes, getting up from his chair and heading downstairs to have his suspicions confirmed. There were Ron and Hermione in the lounge, bickering like crazy. He sat on the stairs and watched them. He couldn’t tell what they were arguing about, though he figured they didn’t even know what they were fighting about. He had known them long enough to be able to tell the difference between when they were fighting over something genuine and when it was just unresolved feelings getting the better of them. And this was definitely the latter.
Harry watched in silence, unnoticed by his best friends. With every few sentences they took a small step closer. And when Ron took one final step, thoroughly invading Hermione’s personal space, Harry’s stomach tightened. They just stood there, staring at each other, so close they could feel each others breath. They were breathing heavy from fighting, as well as from something else entirely, and Harry was shocked to realise he was breathing heavily too. For a moment he figured it was just concern for his friends, but with every moment he watched them, unmoving in the centre of the large room, he came to realise it wasn’t concern he was feeling. It was something else. Something inappropriate. Something that caused the blood rushing through his veins to hum.
Ron started inching his face towards Hermione’s. But then, as though suddenly realising what he was doing, he took a step back, his breath shaky. They continued to stare at each other, until Hermione turned and fled, hurrying through the doors outside. Ron turned, then froze when he saw Harry, their eyes locking. He recovered quickly, walking to the stairs. He began ascending, and when he passed Harry, Harry reached up and grasped his hand. Ron stood there for a moment, his feet on different stairs, looking straight ahead while Harry sat silently, looking at his feet, all the while their hands gripped tightly. Then Ron squeezed, briefly, then released Harry’s hand and headed upstairs.
When he was gone, Harry let out a shaky breath.
Seventy Days