Chapter 1
Ron tried to tie his shoulder length hair the way he wanted to, but to no avail. Every time he glanced at his reflection on the compartment window showed him an undesirable result. With a huff, he began to redo again when a hand out of nowhere grasped his wrists, stopping him. He didn't even flinch despite not sensing the other’s presence, he only looked up to give the person a glare. But his eyes softened when they met the familiar hazel.
Anthony sent him an apologetic smile, for scaring him, Ron presumed, before gently pulling the hair tie away from his hand. He let his arms fall to his side as the taller boy worked on his hair. “I tried doing like you taught me, but it still ends up looking flat.” He complained with a slight whine in his tone.
Ron can see Anthony smiling as reflected on the window, “Why keep your long hair when you don't know how to style it?” His finishing touch is a kiss on top of Ron’s head as he's done with the hair.
“Don't tease me.”
Ron turned around to face the other, he swiftly fist Anthony’s collar and dragged him down to face him closer. This close, his lips danced around Anthony's, not quite kissing him yet as he was busy gazing into his eyes instead. Anthony’s eyes crinkled in amusement and something akin to desire, it made Ron's heart skip a beat he feared he might die early. Not from either Death eaters or Voldemort, but from his boyfriend. It was him who shortened their distance and met Ron's lips.
When he felt Anthony’s hand on his neck, Ron took it and placed them on his waist; he didn't want his hands anywhere near his newly styled hair, mind you. Anthony pulled away to breath out, “I won't tug.” against his lips before continuing.
The second they separated again, Ron mumbled, “I’m not fooled.”
They'd have continued if it weren't for Anthony backtracking suddenly, he didn't respond verbally to Ron's questioning gaze but he nodded towards the compartment door. Ron's eyes widened for a moment when he realized the shadow of someone outside. “Can I help you, mate?” He called out loudly as Anthony pulled away and took a seat.
The person on the other side coughed before opening the door in a small gap and squeezed his head in shyly. The sheepish expression and faint red tint on his cheeks behind the round glasses is profound. “Oh, Harry! It's you, come in.” but his best friend shook his hand.
“It's alright, just want to give you my extra robe you asked for earlier.”
“oh, yeah. thanks, mate!” The two best friends shared a grin before one took his leave, leaving the other with his partner alone once again in the compartment. Ron sat facing Anthony, Harry's robe on his lap. The latter raised an eyebrow before gesturing towards his lap with his eyes. “I forgot my robes because I packed at the last minute. I had my mum owl them to Hogwarts instead.” he explained without needing Anthony to voice anything.
“I could've lent you mine if I knew.” There it is, Ron thought fondly. The jealousy disguised in genuine concern, Ron was used to this Anthony. The latter went on about how Harry's shorter than Ron, that the robe wouldn't be suitable for him, and compared to Anthony's taller height, saying that something more baggy would fit quite nicely. Ron just absorbed it all with an exasperated smile.
When he knew the conversation was over, Ron stood up, still holding onto the robe. “Let's change, hm? We're nearing hogwarts.” He turned around and barely reacted when his boyfriend pinched his butt for the lack of response to his rant. They changed into their school uniform, tying each other's ties while entertaining the idea of switching their ties for shits and giggles. It was oddly domestic, something neither of them are disturbed with.