Harry look at Ron, his face dimly lit by the streetlight. Tufts of snow glisten, the cold snowflakes refracted in a gentle fuzzy glow around each passing streetlight.
Ron is beautiful as ever, and Harry knows.
Knows that he needs to tell him. Knows that he can't keep this secret much longer. It had been eating at him ever since he had realized the true nature of his desires.
Not with his amber wornout Gryffindor jumper that he still wore now years after their school days had come to an end. Merlin, Harry wanted him more than anything.
"Harry!" Ron says disgruntled with an accusing tone in his voice, his cheeks gently kissed light pink from the cold. Harry knows that he should speak, or look away but he finds his thoughts empty for long moment.
"Are you cold?"
"What?" Ron asks slightly breathless, an awkward unsure smile teasing his slightly blue lips.
"Here."
Without further explanation Harry pulled off his new black muggle coat.
"I'm no-"
"Take it."
That shut him up. The evening continued, both idiots too engulfed in the fragile hidden love to realize that a simple warming charm could've solved the issue. Though, perhaps it is good that they weren't thinking, how could they?
"Are you coming over? For Christmas."
"I'd love to b-"
Ron huffs out a grumpy breath the warmth of it contrasting the cold air letting out smoke-like swirls. "Please."
"Ron."
"Harry." Ron says pouting.
And then they're rolling in the snow, laughs of delight until Ron hovers above Harry looking absolutely dashing in his 'friends' coat.
"Fine." He concedes, his voice is so quiet that Ron has to lean forward to hear him and by then it's too late. He's should've known to be careful like he always was, to not look for too long into those green eyes, to keep his distance to keep himself from wanting.
Thoughts drift and consume him in insecurity until he feels Harry's lips on his. Finally. Harry thinks for a fleeting moment how has never felt so safe.
The snow continues to fall, melting on impact of the warmth of the two men kissing feverishly, with long concealed feelings exceeding the bounds of friendship, finally being exposed.
If Ron was a rose Harry wanted to shower him with loving words until the petals of his heart unraveled. Harry was so enraptured by the kiss that neither him nor Ron noticed the snow around them melting from the combined magic of their love.
The sky was a dark grey, and a neither of the young men could possibly know how lovely the future that lay ahead would possibly be.
A whole life awaited them, a beautiful one filled with family and acceptance.