Crystal Clear

Harry looked blearily at the clock on the mantel and sighed - it was nearly two a.m., and he still had several hours of homework to finish before bedtime. He rubbed at his eyes beneath his glasses when the words on the parchment began dancing the conga.

"Harry?"

Glancing up, he smiled at Ron, in his pyjamas, leaning against the archway that led up to their dorm. "Hi," he said quietly.

Ron crossed the common room and straddled Harry's thighs, scattering parchment and textbooks everywhere. "Your eyes are hurting again, aren't they?"

"Yes." Harry knew better than to lie to Ron.

"Let me help."

Ron's face became blurry to Harry as he pushed the glasses up to tangle in Harry's hair. He then framed Harry's face with his hands and pressed gentle kisses to his eyes, his cheeks and the scar on his forehead before capturing his lips. Harry's eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened, turned heated, passionate.

Ron eventually pulled back a fraction, his breath warm on Harry's skin. "Any better?"

Harry forced his eyelids open, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the love clearly shining in Ron's bright blue eyes. "Yes, I can see you perfectly."

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