OK New story. I know that everyone is waiting for the next chapter of Sex Puppy. It's coming guys. I just got my computer fixed. So it will be up soon! PROMISE!
This was inspired by the amazingness of HPDH. I was one of the people there at midnight. I must say that Daniel Radcliffe is orgasmic.
Well here is a Slash. Only Harry/Ron. Don't like. Don't read. Please Review.
Lips were attached like magnets. Hands were roaming over each others bodies. Harry knew this was wrong, but how could he deny how good it felt to feel the red-head's arms around him. One second he is crying the next his lips were on Ron's, slowly gliding together. Harry stop it, he doesn't know what he is doing. He just found out that Hermoine was cheating on him with your ex-boyfriend, Neville. He just wants revenge. Stop before you make a regret.
That's when Harry pulled away. When he opened his watery eyes, there stood his best friend, raw lips almost the color of his hair, with a confused look in his eyes. Harry abruptly turned to avoid his eyes. He walked to the window. Eyes starting to create new tears. Stupid Harry, Stupid, he thought to himself. He felt as though he just ended one of the best and longest friendships he will ever had.
"Harry." a shaky voice from behind Harry said. Harry had forgotten that he was still there.
"Please go, just go." he said without turning around to make eye contact with Ron.
Instead of hearing the foot steps start to fade, they grew louder. Before he could turn around, a pair of arms circled his waist. Harry's breath hitched when he felt the taller man's front rest on his back, while his face was in Harry's dark hair. His hands started to roam up and down the shorter boy's thin sculpted body. Harry just stood there not even daring to stop him. Then once the hands stopped and a kiss was pushed to his temple, Ron grabbed something from his cloak, then threw the object on to Harry's bed before he turned to leave.
After he knew that Ron was really gone, he turned to look at what Ron had left. There on the bed was his diary. Oh no, thought Harry. In that very diary was all of his fantasies about Ron. It talked about the first sex dream about him, all the way up to his dream of bondage last night. Then it really came to him, Ron had probably read all of it. Every Single Page.