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“I wish we could be like this all the time,” Ron whispered.
They were laying in each other's arms, staring up at the starry night sky. They'd used their prefect privileges to sneak out of the castle and lounge by the lake again, as they usually did on weeknights. That's when they'd be least likely to be caught, anyways.
“You know we can't,” Theo sighed, running his fingers through the other boy’s hair.
No, they could. Ron didn’t understand what Theo was so afraid of. Telling people that he was gay, that he was in love with a blood traitor, that he was in love with a Weasley . Ron wanted to be mad. He wanted to scream and shout and stomp off and never talk to Theo again. He wanted to beg him. He wanted to hit him in the face. He wanted to hug him and never let go.
“You know that, right?” Theo tilted his chin, pressing the side of his cheek to the top of Ron’s head.
It was getting harder to pretend like these nights meant something when he could barely seem to stand looking in Ron’s direction during the day. It felt fake, he felt used. But he loved Theo. He wanted a life with him, he wanted to show the world he cared about him. He’d never kept a secret from Harry and Hermione this long before, it was eating at him.
So no, he didn't know that they couldn't be like this every day.
He didn't respond, silently curling further into Theo’s chest and digging his face into the taller boy’s neck.
This might not be able to last much longer.