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When he had started to feel the way that he did about Ron he really couldn't say. It was useless though. As he followed Hermione like a puppy. There had been one moment. One brief ray of hope. When he came back from disappearing for several weeks during the hunt for the horcruxes. A moment that he played inside his mind a hundred times over. As he imagined what it would have been like if he had been brave enough to act on his instincts at the time.
Ron had just pulled him out of the pool that held the sword of Gryfindor in it and they had embraced. It had been the happiest he had been for a really long time. To have Ron back had felt like his heart was soaring. They pulled away and stared at each other for long moments. then Hermione had called and he had turned away. He had allowed them to destroy the damn locket. Deciding instead to brood over the fact that at that moment. If they hadn't been interrupted, he would have gathered his Gryfindor courage and kissed him then and there. He hadn't though.
When the pair had come back Hermione's face was pink and Ron's matched once his and Harry's eyes met and he realised he must have guessed what he was thinking of doing and hated the idea.
Hermione's anger at Ron had lasted longer than he had expected. Honestly he thought she would have been angry for a few hours and then kissed him soundly. That's how those two normally acted toward each other. She was cold with him though, in some way or another, right up until the end of the battle. Then went to Australia as soon as she could and that was that. They kept in touch randomly by owl but it was like she had nearly completely disappeared from his life.he missed her, it was hard to spend all that time together and not miss her.
So he was sad about that and sad about the longing aching feeling in the pit of his stomach. Most days he wondered to himself why he tortured himself staying at the burrow at all. Long nights were spent staring at the ceiling when Ron was asleep and just listening to his best friend breath.
"Hey mate ." a voice called. " Get up. Time for breakfast". And a pillow smashed over his head. Harry groaned at the intrusion and sat up slowly in the camp bed cover still draped over his lap. Sleep still pulled at his eyes.
"Ron mate, could you not do that? There are better ways to wake up, you know."
"like what?" He said, quirking his lips up and raising his eyebrows in an innocent kind of way. Before ruffling his ginger hair and standing up. Stretching so his tee rose showing off the milky skin above his pajama bottoms.
"Come on up, up." He said cheerfully and Harry moaned. There was no way he was going to get up right this second.
"Go down, I will follow in a minute. " He crashed back down on the bed. Then screamed as the bed made a loud popping noise as he went straight through. Then a thud as he landed on the floor. Feet caught up in the bed now above him
"Well now you've done it." Ron huffed at him. Before a hand waved in front of his face. He grabbed hold of it and allowed himself to be pulled up. Then as the covers fell away he remembered his morning wood. He quickly adjusted, then looked up quickly and saw that Ron hadn't missed that at all. Their eyes met briefly and Harry looked away. Feeling really embarrassed by it.
"Well what am I supposed to do now?." Harry moaned, staring at the camp bed and truly stumped.. The room was silent. "Maybe I should go and stay in Percy's room?. It is free. " He thought aloud.
"You could stay in my bed." Harry looked at him sharply and then blushed hard. Face feeling like lava. No, he definitely couldn't do that.
"It's fine no need for us to be all cramped up in there. " He waved vaguely at the little bed.
"We can make it bigger now there is more space. Come on Har. It will be like those nights in the tent and it was cold." Ron smirked at him. Harry's mind stilled. No, he couldn't be considering this. Could he. The nights when Rons arms were wrapped around him played in his mind briefly but he shook the images away.
" No honestly it's fine" He padded out the room before he got an answer and Ron only caught up to him as he reached the bottom step. They made their way into the kitchen. Knocking into each other on the way and grinning at one another. So easy to just be silly together.
"Harry's bed broke. " Ron announced in general to the room as they walked in. The twins smirked at Ron. he reckoned they had popped in for a cheeky breakfast before work Harry guessed. Free food made sense.
"What are you gonna do, share?' George's eyebrows waggled at them. Making Harry look down embarrassed that, yeah actually he wouldn't mind that if Ron was into it of course. Which he was not.
"I'm gonna move into Percy's room. " Harry said, not lifting his eyes up into the room. Just shuffling to get to his seat.
"I don't think you are.” he looked up, startled and there was percy sitting up a few seats from the twins. Ah.
“Oh er, no i guess not.” he cast about trying to think of anything else… “oh Bill’s and Charlie’s. I can move in there.” he announced triumphantly.
“It's one of our store rooms.” Fred pointed out.
“Unless you want to sleep in there with the wheezes products.” added George, both of them looking between him and Ron. Eyes sparkling.
“ I mean mate don't you want to stay that badly.” he turned to Ron quickly. That was the last impression he wanted to give. He was still his best friend.
“Oh no it's not that at all. I like staying in your room. “ he was unsure what to say next and as he was thinking, ron spoke..
“Ok sorted then you're not going anywhere. Phew. you scared me there for a minute.” he slapped his shoulder and was grinning at him. So he guessed this was actually happening then…They hauled the old bed out once they had eaten, showered and changed. It did open up the room more and Ron extended the bed out quite far in the end.
"See loads of room. " He said as Harry placed the covers he had transfigured to a larger size to match.
"Yeah actually I hadn't realised how much room that camp bed took." He said looking about at the extra floor space. "Quidditch?",' he asked and Ron nodded.
The day was pretty normal; they spent the morning flying about, the afternoon going for a walk. They sat lazily in the grass and talked about the Quidditch League. Harry amusedly listening to Ron moan about the Chudley Cannons last game. Dinner was normal. Percy told them all about work and his new flat. They spent the evening on the floor playing chess and Ron as always thrashed him but at least now the game lasted longer than 5 minutes.
Then it was that awkward moment when they were standing in Ron's room and looking down at the bed and they shuffled about getting changed. Harry pointedly turned away as far as possible in case he saw his best friend and got a hard on, he could hardly disguise in a bed sleeping with him. He nervously climbed in and then Ron followed and he quickly turned off the light. Their bodies never touched and Harry stared at the ceiling for a while as Ron's breath deepend and then light snores hit the air. Eventually he slept too.
He awoke to the warm feeling of Ron's body pressed on top of his. His eyes flew open and he looked down at the mass of red hair laying on his chest. Ron shifted and his face snuggled into him more. His arms that were pressed to either side of his body squeezed him a bit tighter and he could feel Ron's hard cock pressed against his thigh as he legs laid either side of him. Then hooked back round so his feet touched the side if his calves. Every part of Harry's body thrummed and he couldn't move.
His hands were tucked under Ron's shirt and against his bare skin. He slowly eased them out. Gods what would Ron think if he woke up and found them like this. He eased Ron over inch by inch so he was laid next to him and into his side but his arms tightened around him and he couldn't roll him away or move him further.
"Morning." Ron murmured. Harry nearly shot out of his skin.
“Morning' He murmured back and face heated. Ron pulled himself up and rested his head on a hand looking down at him
"I haven't slept that well in ages, this was definitely a good idea. " He grinned at him " You're like a giant teddy bear. "
"Oi." Harry said heatedly and smacked his hand against his chest. " I am not all fluffy and squishy. "He frowned into his face.
"Alright, your like a big muscly teddy bear." He said rolling away, after rolling his eyes. Stretching flat on his side of the bed and then getting up. Walking straight to the door. "Just going to shower. Might be a while." He said and popped out.
Gods thank the Gods he had a moment alone and he delved his hand into pants and stroked himself thinking of Ron lying on top of him and what it would feel like if he hadn't been asleep and would've actually been willing. He quickly scurified himself as footsteps padded up the hall.
"Time for breakfast. " Ron's head popped round the frame. " Why are you still in bed? Come on.' He scowled at him. He followed along behind a little unaware of his surroundings. Sitting slightly dazed at the table.
The next few days followed the same kind of pattern. The days were full with the usual things. Walking, going to the village, flying and chatting, maybe catching a bus into town or flooing to the alley to see the twins. Their evenings would often find them playing a game or talking quietly on the sofa facing each other or Ron whispering in his ear making his cheeks burn at the feeling of his breath down his neck. He would wake up in the morning and Ron was sprawled out on his chest and he would either have him nestled in between his legs with his head on his shoulder or sprawled on his chest and legs out wide. He would always attempt to roll him off but never got him fully to his side before he awoke.
That saturday he just didn't have the energy to move him. It felt to good. His head was resting on Harry's pillow and his lips were lightly touching the skin of his neck. His hips were on his upper thigh, hard on pressing there. While Harry's was in Ron's lower stomach by the v cut in it. His hands were under his shirt and allowed himself to rub his palms across his skin and Ron's arms tightened around him.
"Hmm." Came from Ron and his breath blew against his ear. dear Gods that was hot. He groaned at the feeling. Then stilled at the feeling of lips gently kissing his neck.
"Ron." He said breathlessly.
"Hmm." Came the reply. His body shifted up a little and his lips connected to his ear.
"Are you awake?" Harry asked suppressing a moan.
"Hmm." He said and pulled the lobe into his mouth. It felt hot and wet and good. His hot breath billowed in his hair and ear.
"Oh Gods." Harry moaned and grabbed onto his back. The feeling of hot kisses going down his neck and Ron shifted again.
"Morning" Ron's head popped up and his words were quite low. Then he seemed to realise what he had been doing and sat up straight once their eyes connected. Harrys being quite wide at the shock of what just happened. "Ah er sorry mate." He said quickly and darted out of the room.
Harry watched him go and his brain just couldn't understand. Then it dawned on him. That was something Ron would never do. That was something... he mustn't have realised it was him, maybe he was even dreaming. Maybe he was thinking of someone else. He quickly got up before Ron came back and got dressed, then darted out of the room. Feeling really weird and pretty horrified that he was most likely thinking of someone else.
"I'm going to get breakfast at the village. " He called to Percy from the front door and then quickly rushed out of the house and away.
He sat at the little cafe and stared out of the window. what to do, what to do.He could pretend it never happened. He could talk to him. He could just move out. Set himself on fire. Leave the country. Commit crime and go to Azkaban.
"Hey mate." Ron's voice made his head wip up to him. Ron smiled and then blushed and then looked unsure. Harry's face felt hot and bothered in a really uncomfortable way.
"Hey mate. Just fancied some breakfast out today." He smiled at him awkwardly. "Come sit, I haven't ordered yet. " They sat in awkward silence for a moment.
"About today..."
"Nice weather huh. I wonder if it will stay much longer. They reckon for the rest of next week at least. "
"Er yeah i guess." Ron looked away and out of the window. "Today was..g."
"Honestly mate it doesn't matter ok. I thought you were awake and ..." He blushed. " Let's just pretend it never happened ok." He reached out and put his hand on Ron's. " It's not like it meant anything or anything right." Ron frowned at him but nodded and then looked at his hand Harry's was resting on.
"I'm sorry. " He said and frowned at him again.
"For wha?t Giving me a boner. Hahahah. It's just a misunderstanding. I know you don't swing that way and if you want me to sleep somewhere else I get it." He looked at him intently. Heart hammering.
"No, no." He said blushing hard. " I er, like having you there."He looked away again, ears turning red.
Harry sat and thought for a moment and ordered his food and then thought some more. This conversation had not been what he had expected and he tried to mull through exactly what was being said. He just couldn't seem to leave his mind. His brain just picked at it. They walked up the path to the burrow bumping shoulders.
"Did you like it?" Harry asked him. Light dawning in his head. Ron shrugged his shoulder and didn't meet his eye.
"You?."
"Well yeah." He blushed again.." But you know... It was early and we were half asleep and ... " Gods he had told him he liked it. Told him he had given him a boner. He may as well just tell him the lot. He was not going to do that.
"Would you like to do it again.? Harry met his eyes incredulously. Was he being serious?
"What, like to see if you actually liked it. " Ron just stared at him. ", I mean if it will help. " Butterflies erupted in his stomach at the thought. He looked about himself. He would do this now or he would back out. "Come here." He said and tugged his arm till Ron followed and they were in a bush by the side of the road. "You kiss me. That way you know if you don't want to you don't have too." Ron just stared at him.
Then a hand came up and he tugged on Harry's chin till his face was angled better. Before Harry could breath their lips met. Soft and warm against his own. He gasped at the lack of time, the lack of hesitation. Ron slipped his tongue into his mouth and held onto his back, the world swam around him.. Their tongues lashed against each other for a few glorious moments. Ron grinned at him.
"Thanks mate." He said cheerfully and then tugged him back out of the bush. Harry just looked at him stunned. What did all of that just mean? He hooked his hand into Harry's and led him up the path. Harry just followed him in a daze. What happened here, he wondered.
The day played out as any other. It was peppered with soft little touches though. Ron swept his fringe out of his eyes once he landed on his broom. His hand rested close to Harry's at the lunch table. Harry built up the courage and touched his face breathly as they laid side by side in the grass. They chatted like they always did and then too quickly they were faced with the bed.
Harry decided to stay in his boxers and tee that night. Not wanting to change fully, feeling self conscious about his body. About what was happening about the strange day that felt so familiar to any other but so different. Ron seemed to follow his lead and then slipped into the bed beside him. He shifted about after turning the light off and then slotted into Harry's back. Pushing his arm over Harry's pillow and settling under his head. Harry just stared at the wall trying to steady his mind but nothing else happened.
He woke to the feeling of breath billowing over his neck in the morning. A hand resting on his hip. His boner was hard and sticking out of his boxers. Gods he wondered if that would ever get any better. He suddenly became aware that his t-shirt was off. It was hot and stuffy in the room, he must have woken briefly and taken it off. Lips connected to his neck and the hairs stood on end up his arms. The hand on his hip made them rock back and an erection was evident and sliding into the crack of his arse.
"Ron?."
"Yes." A calm reply came. The hand skittered from his hip up his chest and then he started pinching and playing with one of his nipples. The feeling of Ron rocking into his body and lips reconnected to his shoulder blade, then up into his hair.
"Merlin." Harry whispered. The hand went flush against his body and then slipped down low and grasped his cock.
"Ron. What?. Oh God's " He moaned as the firm grasp slid over his length. "Oh Gods " He whispered, barely being able to hear it himself. He rocked his hips back meeting Ron's and matching his rhythm. It started to build up between them. Ron shifted away from him once they had truly been rocking into each other with some force. His breathing sounded a little erratic. He turned around to face him once the hand slipped away.
"You don't have to do that. It's ok. You don't need to do any of it." Harry said firmly.
He had obviosuly just realised what he was doing. Ron captured his lips once he was fully turned around and the hand slipped down again and started touching and teasing his hard member. He groaned into his mouth and let his hand slide down and tentatively touched Ron. His prick was already out too. Ron moaned into his mouth as Harry's hand took him and he slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth and kissed him with a fiery passion.
Hot kisses and fists moving over cock and groans and grumbles into each others mouths. The pace picking up between them and their rhythms matching as their skin glided over each other. Blue eyes met green eyes as the feeling of their orgasms growing crashed into their systems. They both looked at each other wide eyed and moaning In unison. The rhythm faltered and fluctuated.
Ron got a determined look on his face and Harry captured his lower lip in his teeth as Ron frantically guided his palm over him. Holding onto Harry's arm for support. Harry's hand stuttered around Ron's hardness as the orgasm crashed around him. Then laid limp for a minute before his eyes stopped being glazed over and he moved with determination himself. The moan was deep and guttural and hard. His hot cum spilled over Harry's hand as Ron spluttered out his orgasm. They breathed hard ragged breaths for a moment staring into each other's eyes.
"Morning." Ron murmured. " Time for breakfast" Harry couldn't help it. The laugh bubbled up in his chest and he wheezed at him.
"You're such a burk."He said once he finished. He got a wide grin back at this. Ron shifted and pulled his wand over and cleaned them all up. He pulled himself up over Harry slightly and kissed him gently. Softly. Almost chast."
I'm starving." Harry pushed him off him. Gods this man. " What?" He cried. " That was hard work." He laughed. " Get it?." Before rolling away and adjusting himself then getting out of bed. Harry, shaking his head and grinning at his silliness, did the same.
"You're such a goof." He said getting out of the bed and stretching. Ron swept his eyes over him as he did so. "Come here." he gave him a hug and then he planted a kiss on Ron's jaw before he let him go.
Grabbing some clothes and shoving them on using the kiss as a distraction.
"Now it's time for breakfast. First one there wins. " He yelled and ran past Ron who bellowed behind him still trying to get his jeans on.
The day was hot and humid and no good for anything except for laying in the dappled sun and eating ice poles that they pilfered from the freezer. Harry admitted that he thought Chudley Cannons was actually a pretty rubbish team and this earned him a tumble in the grass.
"What are you two doing?." Both Ron and Harry's eyes darted up from where Ron was laying on top of him. Harry's arms pinned to the ground and telling him to take it back. George stood over them with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.
"I just told Ron Chudley Cannons are a bit shit." He said after the moment stretched a little too long it started to feel awkward and Harry became aware of every part of his body that was pressed up against Ron.
"Take it back." Ron growled at him and stared at him .
"No." Harry said with a laugh and wriggled about.
"OK" Said George and wandered off but Harry didn't even really notice. As he was Trying to pull Ron over onto his own back.
"Oof." Ha Harry wins. He thought as he rolled him onto his back at last.
"Hmm I may just have to tickle you to death." Now his hands were free he slipped them down Ron's side and he started to tickle him mercilessly while the weight of his body had him pinned down.
"Stop Harry stop." He cried and Harry huffed off him. Ron took a moment before he sat up.
"Wanna go for a walk." he asked, face red from being tickled. Harry just nodded and let him drag him up and then over to the cool shade of the woods at the back of the garden. Once they were in a little way Ron turned and caught him round the waist. Pulling him toward himself tightly. Planting kisses along his jaw. Leaning into him and bowing his body against his.
"Ron we might get caught." Harry breathed.
"And." He said back. Harry pushed him off. Would he want everyone to know? Was this more than just fun?. What was going on?
" Would you want that?."
"At this precise moment I don't care either way. " He said, advancing on him. He allowed himself to be pulled in again but doubt rang in his head. Was he just saying that because he was horny.
Then it all got washed away as their lips met. Ron pushed him up against a tree and ground his hips into him. Harry's trousers were too tight but couldn't get any friction. He groaned into the kiss but he needed more. So he flipped Ron around and adjusted him quickly so his thigh was rubbing up against him. Ron pulled away and ground his hips and thigh into Harry watching him intently before flipping him up against the tree next door and repeated it. Once he got a moan from Harry he leant in and put his lips to his ear Harry just wiggled against the feeling of hot breath over his skin.
"Chudley Cannons is not shit." The voice came with a hot breath and Harry shivered. he slipped out of his grasp breathless.
"They are. Their bottom of the league" He darted away. It took a few minutes for Ron to catch up and by that point Harry was in the glade rushing over soft grass. A hand caught his arm and pulled him down.
"it's not and we aren't leaving till you admit it." Ron had him pinned again and he pulled his arms up and over his head. Pinning them down like that. Face inches away from his before he connected to Harry's neck making his breath stutter. Honestly this wasn't the way to make Harry admit anything if it meant this would end. He rolled eventually and straddled Ron's hips, both hands planted on the grass beside his head.
"I will never say that." He laughed at Ron's expression. He leant down feeling brave and kissed him. Explored his mouth taking control. The moan that left Ron's mouth was delicious. He took full advantage then wanting to make more of those moans escape his lips and he mercilessly ground their hips together.
Feeling Ron's cock push into his pelvis and glide next to his own bulge. It didn't take long for both of them to become breathless. For them to get lost in the feeling of the friction. For sweat to start pouring on Harry's back and Ron's hair gathered in his own sweat around his face. Hands gripping Harry's back and then hips and then gliding over his chest just to go to his back again. As Harry kissed him soundly dominantly, before kissing down his jaw and savouring the saltiness on his neck. If this was just fun, if this was just experimenting, he didn't care at that moment. Ron's hips swayed into Harry's and they worked out a fast paced rhyme together. Coming almost silently. Harry clamping his lower lip in his teeth and Ron biting his fist.
"Do you have your wand?." Ron muttered at Harry as his breathing slowed and was laid across the man's chest.
"Er no." Harry said light dawning.
"You?"
"If I had it would be snapped in two by now anyways. " The realisation hit Harry hard. Oh gods they would have to walk through the house with their cum in their pants and sweat dripping off them.
"Well, this is going to be awkward. ' Harry sighed before getting up and grimacing at the feel of the sticky stuff in his trousers. He tried to inspect himself but at this angle it was impossible. He sighed again.
"Any wet patches? " He said, wiggling his hips at Ron.
"Nope, well apart from your tee. Me?" Harry cast his eyes down and shook his head. "Well there's nothing for it I guess. " Ron said. Face scrunching as he got up. Then he went to adjust and stopped himself.
"This is embarrassing." Harry nodded. They took an uncomfortable walk up to the house.
"Hey great, I was just about to call you for lunch.' Molly accosted them as they walked in. Harry stared at Ron's back as he quickly darted away leaving Harry standing there feeling pissed.
"I just need to go up and er, change into some shorts. It's too hot." He hurriedly walked to the stairs trying to walk as normally as he could when all he wanted to do was stretch his legs wide and stop the god awful sticky feeling .
"It's already on the table." Molly said to his back. He hunched his shoulders, he didn't want to be rude but couldn't stay like this. "I made treacle tart for dessert." He sighed, he was going to have to just endure this.
He sat awkwardly as everyone else came down and gave Ron a hard stare as he entered looking fresh. moving slightly away as he sat down next to him. Honestly this was so unfair. He was properly pissed off. The feeling only got worse in his own trousers as the cum dried and started sticking in his pubes, pulling them every time he moved and the sweat cooled over his body making it feel so clammy.
"Sorry" Ron murmured at him and he just glared. Easy to say when you're sitting in clean clothes.
He felt a scurrify hit his body and looked down to Ron's wand tip against his thigh. He turned and beamed at him, relieved at the feeling of everything not sticking. Fred waggled his eyebrows at them. Before whispering to his brother. Dark chuckles came from that side of the room. The meal though went along and it was companionable, if not a bit stuffy from the weather, as always.
That night Harry found himself laying partly on Ron's chest. His hair being stroked, a hand resting on his back. Was this, could this be real feelings then. He thought over his feelings of the day. Was it hormones that made Ron say that earlier? Was it something more. He examined his feelings about not really caring in the glade. It wasn't true he did care. Yes they were like horny rabbits at the moment but he felt so much more for Ron than that.
His smile made butterflies erupt in his stomach and if he was truthful it always had. When they didn't talk because of the goblet or in the hunt for horcurxes or for whatever reason. It was like part of him had been ripped out. He loved their easy conversations. The way being around him made him feel. If this was all just for fun then he didn't think he could cope. How could he pull away when it was so close to what he wanted.
He was going to get hurt, he realised. He was going to be destroyed by this when Ron had had what he wanted and realised he wasn't gay or that he was but just ended up being thankful he had found out with a friend. To just then move on, safe in the knowledge it was all with someone he trusted. His best mate. That would never make it complicated.
"There you are." Ron called but he didn't turn to the voice "Breakfast is ready." Ron said standing above him. He couldn't laugh this morning at the words that he seemed to say everyday. Food being the only thing Ron really loved.
"Harry what's wrong?." A body crashed down beside him. He steeled himself to say the words that could end everything.
"What is this Ron?" No answer came and he looked up at Ron who was wide eyed and was staring over the valley below him. He had known. He had known this wasn't anything more than just fun. His heart broke. "I can't do this anymore." He sighed, looking away, feeling Ron's eyes scan the side of his face.
"What?" Ron murmured to him eventually.
"I can't do this anymore Ron. I don't know what this is but I can't do this. " He rose to his feet and looked at the path he was shortly going to take and walked away in long strides.
Panic rising in his body. He couldn't stay here anymore, he couldn't. This was all too much. His feelings were overwhelming. As he walked into the living room his eyes caught on the fire and the floo powder in its little box. Without really thinking he grabbed a handful and muttered Grimmauld Place. Meeting eyes with the twins who had just moments before been chatting on the sofa and were now staring at him wide eyed before he was whisked away.
He crashed into the living room and hurried away from Kreacher as he popped into the room. Frowning at who it could be and then eyes widening as he looked over Harry's face. He took himself up to the highest floor and crashed into the room that was the furthest away from the stairs. He climbed under the covers and hot tears spread across his face. Sleep crashed into him after not sleeping the night before at all.
"Harry." The worried deep voice called. As doors opened and shut on the floor he was on. He tried to make himself as small as he could in the bed and the door creaked open.
"Thank Merlin." Ron's voice said softly. As he crossed over to the bed on clunky feet and a weight dipped the bed and shifted over to him. Before a hand shook his shoulder roughly."Harry for Merlin's sake. " Ron said angrily. " What was that about?." He cried.
"It doesn't matter." He muttered back and hunched his back.
"It does bloody matter.' Came the angry reply.
"I already told you Ron, go away." He said forcefully and pushed at the body next to him with all of his might. It was an awkward gesture from behind his back where he lay and Ron barely even rocked at it and he growled in annoyance.
"Do you really not want to do this anymore. " This made Harry's ears ring at the small little voice that met his ears and made his anger flare.
"I'm not a fuck toy Ron.." He said aggressively. " I have feelings. I'm not just something for you to play with." He shut his eyes. That was harsher than he meant it but if it meant he went away and left him alone.
"I have feelings too. " Ron bellowed back. He snorted.
“Not like that. Not like mine. You really Don’t ron.”
"Do you really believe that.?" He didn't trust his voice to reply. " Do you actually have feelings for me.?" The voice sounded small again. Heat washed over Harry's face. He had done it now he had revealed the one thing he knew would change their friendship forever.
“Yes."
"That night I got rid of the locket. Do you know what I saw.?" Ron's voice paused but Harry was too confused to answer so he carried on in a rush. " The locket was opened and there was you and Hermione ... doing stuff. I was so angry and hurt and it wasn't because of Hermione." Harry blinked at what he was saying, his throat closing so he couldn't speak. "After... after it was gone. I, I yelled at her about it. She probably knew anyway at that point because of what that damn locket said. I don't know when I started feeling this way..." He turned around and saw Ron at the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched and faced away.
" I have felt that way since I first saw you. I think, if it will help." His heart stopped at being so open but he had just told him so much.
" Really?" Ron turned to face him.
" Yeah. Gods help me, I don't know why." He laughed at the face Ron pulled.
"Will you come home?" Then a worried look crossed Ron's face.
" Yeah mate, I will come home."
"About that though." Harry stilled as he was climbing out of the bed.
" What?" he asked, not wanting to meet his eyes.
" Would you er, would you be my boyfriend?" Harry's eyes shot up to him and he looked nervous and pale. It was everything he had wanted.
" Yes." He breathed at him. Ron's face broke into a large smile and he flew at Harry and pushed him down onto the mattress before their lips connected once again. Harry's mind was spinning, his heart was pounding. His lips were moving and he was being thoroughly kissed. He melted into it allowing himself to feel it fully for once. Ron moved away breathless, his freckles standing out against the blush of his cheeks, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes sparkling. He was beautiful.
"Come on then." He tugged on Harry's arm. Pulled him out of bed grasping his hand once they stood and they ran and skipped to the front step.
Ron grabbed him around the waist and twisted his body. They landed and his lips connected to Harry's again before he yanked him up the path. Harry's mind was blissfully blank. As he was pulled into the living room. He caught Ron's shoulder with his free hand and twirled him around to him and pushed their lips together again. Frantic, passionate, thrumming at the feel of Ron's hand in his hair and strong grip on his back. He pulled him to the stairs.
Ron's hands slipped over his arse as he walked and turned him half way up before he pushed him into the stairs. He crawled between his legs and kissed long hot kisses up his neck. Harry groaned and moaned and writhed as Ron's hands slipped up his chest under his shirt. Nibbling love bites into his neck. Harry ran his fingers on his skin. His arms, his back then grabbed his arse and pulled him closer.
"Look brother mine, Ronnie Kins has finally grown up." Harry's eyes shot open and one of the twins was standing above him. His eyes could have popped out of his head as Ron kept kissing, capturing his earlobe. The other twin popped into view." Awe Cute. Look how he blushes." He smirked.
" Sod off." Ron growled into Harry's neck.
" You're kind of in the way." Ron heaved himself from Harry whose mind was stuttering and starting. Face like lava Ron pushed one of them and then hauled Harry to his feet.
" Not the stairs" He muttered at Harry as they went up to the next floor. Ron pushed his door open and spun Harry round he lost balance and landed on the bed. This felt thrilling. It felt right, it felt amazing. Ron stalked over to him and then pushed him back with their lips connected once again. Harry scooted further onto the bed and Ron followed chasing that kiss before Harry could lay down though Ron captured his tee at the hem and started pulling it over Harry's head. Once his head was free he caught Ron's and did the same. Ron looked down at him and moaned before launching at his chest. hot and sloppy kisses pushed Harry down on the mattress. Breath coming hard at the feeling of it all. He pulled Ron up and pushed himself up off bed running hot kisses on his neck and then down to his shoulder. He pushed him up some more and Ron complied, holding onto the window sill. Harry ran his mouth all over his skin right down to his navel. To the soft moans and gasps that left his redheads mouth.
He tugged and pulled at his button and zipper that hovered just inches away as his lips worked their way down.
"Harry." Ron moaned and finally he was free and skimming the material away from his skin. Pulling his boxers away as he went.
Ron's cock sprung forward. Hard and waiting. Harry pulled on Ron's hips to move him up further before popping the head of his cock into his mouth. The gasp and then groan egged him on, the taste of pre cum filled his mouth. Ron swayed his hips into him demanding more and Harry took it, tears standing in his eyes. Trying not to gag. Ron flipped away and Harry looked up at him. He was breathing hard unsteady breaths whistling through his parted lips. He yanked Harry's trousers off where he lay moving down to pull them fully away.
He pulled Harry onto his lap and then pulled him up into his strong arms supporting his back as Harry steadied himself with his shoulders. Then gulped Harry's cock with his hot mouth holding him away in his strong arms. Harry writhed at the heat and sensation. The deep pool within him grew. Ron was taking him deeper and deeper but before it got too intense he flipped him on his back again and kissed his chest.
Capturing a nipple and haphazardly sucking on it. The heat was amazing and Harry found Ron's and flicked and pinched them. Ron groaned and started doing the same to Harry's other before capturing the one in his mouth in his teeth. Harry couldn't help but cry out and take hold of his head. fighting between pulling him away at the intensity and forcing him to stay there forever.
Ron pulled a small bottle of lube from under a pillow on the bed once he had steadied his breathing and looked Harry dead in the eye.
"I have never done this before apart from for myself. " he confessed. Harry's skin tingled.
"Do you want me too? for you?" Harry asked but he knew what he really wanted.
"No, I want to be in you Harry." It sent a shiver down his spine. " Do you want that too?." Harry nodded.
"Yes Ron I really do." His eyes fluttered at the thought.
"You will need to tell me if I do it wrong." Harry nodded again and then held his breath. As Ron positioned himself between his legs he stretched them wider. He pulled a bunch of pillows and Harry raised his hips so they could settle under him. Pulling one leg up onto his shoulder he looked at Harry in the eye. Nerves written all over his face.
"Make sure there's lots of lube and one finger at a time. "Harry breathed at him and he nodded and almost spilled the lube as he was trying to get the lid off. He grinned at Harry who grinned back and then the sensation of his finger against his hole made him groan.
His nerves fluttered and he stilled himself, calming himself down and then the feeling of being entered met his senses. There was a slight stinging stretching pain. He reached down to play with his cock to distract himself. His hand was battered away and Ron met his eye before enveloping his prick in his free hand and stroking it slowly pushing his finger in, inch by inch. Then slowly moving it back and forth within him.
With the sensation of the finger and cock being stroked Harry relaxed and started to really enjoy the feelings in his body. A deep moan escaped him over and over as the rhythm increased and the second finger popped through and he hissed. Ron stilled.
"Are you ok?." He looked worried. Harry nodded.
"Just take it slow and don't forget when it gets better to stretch. " He plopped his head back onto the pillow and breathed through the slight burning sensation. Until it wasn't there anymore and it moved to feeling full and slippery and right. Then a finger brushed over something and it sent a bolt or electricity running through his body. He arched into it.
"Harry? "
"Do it again., Oh gods Ron, do it again." He cried because ‘that’ had never felt that good before.
. Ron moved around and then found it again and the fingers slid over it and Harry's body sung with the feeling. His hips moved into it. His moans became loud and he gripped onto the sheets. He wanted more, he wanted to feel all of it. He wanted to feel Ron's cock make him feel that way.
"Ron please. "He begged. Not being able to form a full sentence.
Ron's fingers slipped away and he looked up at him and his eyes were hooded and his hair was wild . He leant down and kissed up Harry's stomach and then something much bigger than a finger was pressed up against his hole. Harry's eyes went wild. It was so big. It felt so big. It slowly pushed inside him as Ron snaked up his chest. The muscles popped around the head and hisses hit the air.
"Merlin, you feel good."
"Dont move for a minute." Harry panted. Ron met his eyes.
Harry's body slowly adjusted under his gaze and he nodded so Ron pressed soft kisses to his shoulder as he hooked the other leg up and moved into him inch by inch. Harry blinked at the sensation. He felt so full, it felt kinda weird but nice but painful. Ron moaned.
"God you're tight" He murmured into his neck as his whole length slid all the way in and his body quaked around Harry’s..
"Wait a minute. " Harry breathed and Ron ran kisses up to his ear and then their lips met again.
Harry felt surrounded in the best possible way by him as things started to feel better. He took a tentative thrust and Harry moaned at the slip and slide of the sensation. A sweet kind of pain or a pain and a kind of nice slipping full feeling. Ron moved again and Harry brought his arms to his back. Ron slowly moved within him and panted into his neck. Like he was completely overwhelmed too.
"oh god's Harry."He murmured.
"You feel good." Harry murmured back.
The pace slowly torturously picked up and Ron shifted slightly so his weight was more evenly distributed making Harry moan at the change. Holding him closer and then running hot kisses wherever he could reach. As Ron's confidence built his strokes became longer. He rolled his hips into Harry and he gasped and spluttered at every move he made. He ground his hips into him and then shifted again. The sensation of earlier rolled over Harry's body.
"There Ron there. Oh gods. please." He groaned low and held onto Ron's arse.
Their lips connected again but all Harry could do was pant into his mouth as that sweet spot was touched over and over again. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Everything was blasted from his brain. Words and noises spilled from his lips and answered. Ron told him how good he felt. How tight, how good, how hot. Harry held on as tight as he could and lost himself completely until the pool, so intense and vast behind his cock just wouldn't stay inside him anymore and shot hot cum between them with Ron's name on his lips. The sensation of him still being driven into surrounding him until Ron bellowed into the air and crashed on top of him.
The sound of heavy breathing was all that could be heard for a moment and then they shifted and laid side by side. Staring at each other. Covered in sweat in the stuffy room. Ron placed feather light kisses over Harry's sweaty face and Harry captured his lips in a tender kiss. Truly feeling like he had found his place and it was the most natural place on earth. Harry pulled Ron closer and their arms wrapped around each other and they dozed until dinner time waking when they were called down.
They hurriedly got dressed and Harry grabbed Ron's hand. Heart feeling warm and happy as he looked at him. Sharing kisses down the hallway until they got to the last steps, blushing deeply. Harry had never felt so happy in his life. They skidded to a halt as they stumbled into the dinning room and every eye met them and then took in their hands entwined together. Ron held onto Harry gripping tight so he couldn't slip away it seemed which under all those stares he may have done to be honest..
"Harry's my boyfriend. " He anounced jaw jutting waiting for anyone to say anything. Harry blushed at this full admission and shyly stood slightly behind him waiting for the explosion.
"Well obviously." Came one of the twins.
"I suppose we should be grateful it's official. " Percy intoned.
"I don't care about that." Molly said flatly. "could you please learn how to use a silencing charm. I have never been so shocked in my life. "