I'll Always Take Care of You

Summary: Harry drowns his sorrow in drink. Ron takes care of him.

Rating: K+

Warnings: Slash, Drunkenness

Author's Note: This drabble was written for the contest at the triatharon community over on livejournal. The prompt was Firewhiskey.

Ron rushes forward to catch Harry as he falls in a drunken heap out of the Floo. He's barely conscious and the stench of Firewhiskey is heavy on his breath.

"Harry, mate, you've got to stop doing this to yourself." Ron whispers to the man he cradles in his arms.

When he gets no response other than the fluttering of Harry's eyelids, Ron sighs and sets about the routine. He carefully removes Harry's clothing before laying him gently on his bed.

"Ron." Harry pleads, clutching feebly at Ron's sleeve and Ron slips into bed beside him, pulling the smaller man tightly to his chest and running soothing fingers through his hair.

"It's alright Harry," Ron whispers, "I'll always take care of you."