🎶My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week🎶
Harry Potter was not a religious kid. The life he had lived was not a blessed one. His existence was cursed. It wasn’t until he was 11-years-old and had met the most special boy on a train leading him to a world of magic away from the hell of Privet Drive that he started to believe in miracles and that Ronald Weasley was his very own. Though he didn’t have great wealth or brand new things, Ron still offered everything he had to Harry from the start. By the end of their first year of Hogwarts, Ron had managed to make Harry’s deepest desire for a family and home come to fruition.
It was now seven years later; they had won the war, eradicated Voldemort for good, and the future was theirs. Harry decided it was time to tell Ron the truth — that he was the god of Harry’s universe and he wanted to worship him in every way, sing his praises until Ron finally believed him and saw how otherworldly he was, and please him until it sent him to heaven on earth and he came undone. He would send anyone who dare get in their way to the depths of hell.
🎶"We were born sick," you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen🎶
As it turned out, Harry wasn’t the only one yearning to pray at the altar of his best mate’s feet. It was a mutual spiritual connection that had been forged the very second green eyes looked into blue ones for the first time finally being affirmed and proselytized by the two who hadn’t dared to go this far yet. There was no turning back now for they had converted their friendship into a relationship that transcended their souls into one divine entity. Ron said that he was a follower of the Church of Harry before Harry joined the Church of Ron and all their adventures proved it. Harry disagreed and argued that Ron had been his Chosen One since the day they met and he told Malfoy to get lost because he had no intention of leaving behind his newfound holy grail. It always ended in them two being blissed out, hands caressing the body-shaped temples of their places of worship. They always entered each other no matter what; thought it was only fair for both to fill and be filled.
🎶 Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life🎶
It was often a point of contention between the two lovers that they both knew the other one would die for him in a heartbeat without hesitation. Ron yelled that Harry did it to him once and it was the worst pain in his life that even Harry’s resurrection could not erase.
“I thought you were dead!” Ron cried. “You didn’t grace me with a goodbye first, either.”
“I couldn’t. You know that. I would not have been able to walk away from your begging and pleading and desperate prayers knowing there was no other way to defeat him,” Harry replied. He planned to spend the rest of his life atoning for this greatest sin of his, but he would never regret doing what he did to be where he is now.
“What gives you the right to do that to me or for me and then say I cannot do the same if necessary?” Ron countered. He wished that Harry’s savior complex could be exercised out of him like a demon, but it wasn’t that simple and he knew that Harry felt the same way about his own inferiority complex.
“Why are you so determined to make it even, Ron? You don’t need to die for me to prove your love. I wish you would understand that. You sacrificed so much for me all these years at great cost to yourself and you still don’t see that.”
Harry was an expert in the gospel of Ron and knew how to end the row before it exploded into something more. He placed his hands on Ron’s cheeks and kissed him deeply using unspoken words to get his point across. Ron always melted into Harry’s kisses. They left him breathless. Harry’s devotion often did.
🎶 If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine-looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work🎶
Despite their unconditional and endless love for each other, it wasn’t always easy to be so intimately intertwined with another person. No matter how high Ron and Harry held each other on pedestals, the fact remained true that each man was a human being with flaws that needed to be worked on in order for their relationship to grow. The war and the years leading up to it exacerbated this greatly. Their intense feelings and passion for each other made even the small things huge. As true as it was that no one else made them feel as happy and complete and alive as the other did, it was also true that they could hurt each other the most. It had been that way since Hogwarts.
Ron knew he had to stop comparing himself to Harry and his siblings. It never improved anything in the past and wouldn’t in the future. All it led to was buried feelings of resentment, jealousy, and self-hatred that gave way to the downward spiral of self-sabotage. He was truly his own worst enemy. It caused him to lash out in anger to hide what was beneath the surface, never wanting anyone to know how weak and pathetic he was deep down. The war and losing Fred and falling in love with Harry all aided in him unraveling completely and letting those feelings of always falling short and never measuring up go. Ron knew he’d probably always be a work in progress, but he would never again give up on himself life he had in the past.
Harry knew he had to get better at emotions. Not just because Ron was a powerfully emotional person and he needed to be able to handle that. He needed to do it for himself — to heal the little boy locked in the cupboard under the stairs and to be free from the pain of it all. To never be made to feel like he was the only savior of the Wizarding World ever again. To never sacrifice his life like that again. It was hard. He still didn’t like crying all that much, but no longer shied away from it. Ron helped him here greatly and gave him all the comfort he needed.
Both men also knew they had to work on communication for that was a primary cause of their old fights. They stopped holding back anything they thought or felt, whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises daily, and learned to talk and listen to each other like they hadn’t before. No room for miscommunication or assumptions or lies or secrecy was left.
🎶 Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen🎶
The first time they made love felt baptismal, like they were being bathed in holy water made of their sweat and saliva and semen blending together the more they kissed and sucked and thrusted and fucked. It was promising and all encompassing and forgiveness and repentance and worship and praise and devotion and love and lust all in one glorious act. There was nothing sinful about it.
It didn’t matter how rough or gentle or vanilla or adventurous they had sex; each time was as fulfilling and renewing as the last. It was always a time of physical worship, to show how entirely cherished they were.
🎶 Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life🎶
Harry Potter was not a religious man. He didn’t need to be when he had Ron Weasley.