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Harry never really looked at Ron’s lips before this.
Well, he did see them but he never really saw them.
Till now.
Ginny had decided to give Ron a makeover for the yule ball after he’d decided to just go in a female body to it. “Being a metamorphmagus does have his perks sometimes” Ron had said to him.
It wasn't even Harry’s first time seeing Ron in this form, Ron constantly swapped between them to his fancy however, he’s never worn whatever was making her lips so delectable (“It’s lipgloss Harry,” he could hear Hermione tutting in his mind, “Keeps your lips unchapped, you could use some and no, it’s not only for women”)
With Ron as his date since everyone else was taken, the teen couldn’t take his eyes off his mate’s stupidly soft shiny lips. Especially when said lips were eating an apple while glaring at a certain blue dressed friend of theirs.
“Can’t believe the nerve of her,” she muttered while chewing, “fraternizing with the enemy like that!” (if Harry hadn't been so busy staring at the redhead’s lips, he’d have noticed the tinge of jealousy that coloured Ron’s glare). Harry was rather thankful that with Ron glaring at Victor and Hermione, she hadn’t noticed how distracted the raven haired boy was by her lips.
After Percy had joined them, droning about his work at the ministry, Ron and Harry went for a walk in the garden to escape which has led to the predicament the green eyed boy was in now. Ron had pulled him behind the reindeer statue as they hid from Hagrid. In the moonlight, Ron’s lips looked all the more kissable and fuck, Harry had never found them kissable but now he couldn’t stop imagining it. How soft they’d be against his, if he’d be able to taste Ron behind the raspberry flavoured gloss.
“Did you know?” Ron whispered, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. “About Hagrid being a half-giant?”
Harry then realised Hagrid and Madame Maxime had left the garden, leaving the pair alone behind the statue.
“No, I didn’t” Harry said, while hoping he hadn’t missed out on other things from being too busy staring at Ron’s stupidly pink lips that was now being bitten by his teeth making it even more entrancing.
“Mate?” said Ron. “Is there something on my lips? You’ve been staring this whole time”
Ron licked her lips then her face pinched before she stuck her tongue out in disgust, “Wouldn’t recommend ever borrowing Ginny’s gloss, the raspberry flavour tastes too bloody artificial.”
Perhaps it was the way her lips were left wet with spit or the drinks in the ball (which Harry suspected had been spiked by Fred and George.), he couldn't say for sure what it was that prompted him to lean forward and place his lips on Ron at that moment. Her blue eyes stared stunned at Harry as he pulled away immediately. He felt as thought his throat was parched.
Licking his lips he whispered, “You’re right it tastes far too fake, nothing compared to the berries in your garden.”
“Yeah,” Ron’s face now resembled a berry too, bright red as she continued staring. Times like this made Harry extremely glad for his darker complexion as she couldn’t see how red he felt.
They continued staring for what felt like a lifetime till Ron cleared her throat, “That was a pretty daft way to taste the flavour mate, you could have just asked Ginny for a try.”
Harry could see an escape when it lent itself and took it, giving an awkward chuckle, “C’mon, we ought to go back.”
The two walked silently back, neither really looking at each other, neither realising the small smiles they both wore now.