Slow Killing Venom
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter period.
A/N: Okay, I should warn you, slash, slash and even more slash! Um...Kind of light lemon, not really though, and the first chapter is all from Harry's POV. (I know, I suck at doing POVs.) Well, anyway, the next chapter will be...Well...Not Harry's POV! ^_^
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Just watching him sleep drove me crazy, his hardened chest rising and falling with every slow breath. Those soft lips...I would give anything to feel them gently caress my skin. I only wish he knew how I felt about him, and I him. The room was empty except for us...well if you don't count Hedwig and Pig. I knew he liked a girl, but his crush on her was fading, it's what happened with me. I can't really remember, but all I knew was I liked girls, until I just...changed if you wish. It was freaky at first, but now, I can't even look at my best friend without feeling a sinful lust. But even though I wish to follow my lust and just open up to him, my brain is nagging me, telling me I shouldn't do such a thing. To follow my heart, my instincts or to follow my mind? I don't know, only fate and time will tell I guess.
"Harry, hey, Harry wake up." That voice, the voice I had been longing to hear. Opening my eyes slowly I was greeted by Ron standing in front of me, wearing nothing but the boxers he fell asleep in. His tousled hair was spiked all over the place, and I had to admit, he looked damn funny, but also damn cute as well. "Morning Ron." I managed to yawn without my face turning the shade of a beet. "Bout time you woke up." He answered with his bright laugh and killer smile. What I wouldn't give to wake up with him next to me, feeling his strong arms wrapped around me as we exchanged gentle kisses. "You alright Harry?" Suddenly my fantasies were overriden by Ron's voice. Snapping out of my dream, I nodded and smiled with a nervous laugh. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Ron!" The instant we walked into the kitchen from the lounge room, Hermione and Ginny started squealing, hiding under the table. I couldn't help but laugh, Hermione's face had gone a birght red and Ginny's had turned a sickly pale. "Ok, ok, we're going." Ron muttered, with a small smile on his face as we started walking up the staircase to his room. As soon as I set foot in his room I suddenly felt like I shouldn't be in here. I know we've changed together in the same room loads of times, but this time it was different. "Ron..."
"What is it Harry?" He asked, looking straight at me, now starting to pull his boxers off. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, well I just hope that it isn't obvious...Too late.
As usual, breakfast at the Burrow was chaos...Well almost. Fred and George were whispering to each other thickly through mouthfuls of toast, Ginny and Hermione were breaking out into fits of laughter, Mrs Weasley was trying to calm Hermione and Ginny down and as for Ron and I, well...It was silent on our front. Ron seemed ashamed, ashamed at me, I bet. "What's up with you two?" Ginny suddenly piped up, buttering more toast for herself. Ron looked up at me then to Ginny, his face going pale, well more pale than before anyway. "Nothing." He answered, looking uncomfortable. And I didn't blame him for feeling that way. "Come on Harry." He muttered to me, geting up from the table and walking outside. Following him out, I noticed that he was looking even more awkward. "Listen Ron...I-I..."
"No Harry...There's something I have to tell you." Ron whispered, his face going red. "I-I feel the same about you...I mean..." Did he just say what I thought he said? "Wh-What?" I could feel my voice disappearing on me. Ron smiled a little and looked up, his face still a bright red. Suddenly nothing mattered any more, except for Ron. Just feeling his warm fingers run along my face made me weak. "I love you Harry." He whispered quietly, before pressing his lips against mine softly. Finding the rest of my strength, I kissed him back, my face burning up again. "I love you too, Ron." Ron laughed quietly and pressed himself up against me, his laughing eyes not breaking from mine. Kissing me again, I felt his hands work their way down from my waist to my backside. Regaining my senses I kissed him back, pressing myself even closer to him, letting my hands wandering to his belt. But our moment was soon interupted...
"Were you two practising or was it for real?" Great, now Fred and George know. The whole world might as well know by now. I fell silent, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. "Can it you gits!" Ron roared, his face burning like hot metal. But Fred and George just shook their heads. "You're not...gay...are you?" They asked quietly, no longer laughing. Ron and I looked at each other and nodded. We had to admit it, I mean, we were both starting to feel each other up for God's sake. "W-We've got to uh...Work on our new potion." And with that Fred and George walked back inside as fast as they could without running, so it seemed. "Harry...You don't think they'll...Tell?" Ron's face described my thoughts, yes, I DID think Fred and George WOULD tell. "Er...Well...To be honest...."
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A/N: HARRY AND RON SLASH! DON'T YA JUST LOVE IT! ^_^ Of course you do! Everyone loves Harry and Ron slash! It's good for ya! Okay, so the idea of Harry/Ron might leave some of you scarred for life...I know this fic left my friend scarred for life, she can't look at Harry and Ron the same way again!
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter period.
A/N: Okay, I should warn you, slash, slash and even more slash! Um...Kind of light lemon, not really though, and the first chapter is all from Harry's POV. (I know, I suck at doing POVs.) Well, anyway, the next chapter will be...Well...Not Harry's POV! ^_^
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Just watching him sleep drove me crazy, his hardened chest rising and falling with every slow breath. Those soft lips...I would give anything to feel them gently caress my skin. I only wish he knew how I felt about him, and I him. The room was empty except for us...well if you don't count Hedwig and Pig. I knew he liked a girl, but his crush on her was fading, it's what happened with me. I can't really remember, but all I knew was I liked girls, until I just...changed if you wish. It was freaky at first, but now, I can't even look at my best friend without feeling a sinful lust. But even though I wish to follow my lust and just open up to him, my brain is nagging me, telling me I shouldn't do such a thing. To follow my heart, my instincts or to follow my mind? I don't know, only fate and time will tell I guess.
"Harry, hey, Harry wake up." That voice, the voice I had been longing to hear. Opening my eyes slowly I was greeted by Ron standing in front of me, wearing nothing but the boxers he fell asleep in. His tousled hair was spiked all over the place, and I had to admit, he looked damn funny, but also damn cute as well. "Morning Ron." I managed to yawn without my face turning the shade of a beet. "Bout time you woke up." He answered with his bright laugh and killer smile. What I wouldn't give to wake up with him next to me, feeling his strong arms wrapped around me as we exchanged gentle kisses. "You alright Harry?" Suddenly my fantasies were overriden by Ron's voice. Snapping out of my dream, I nodded and smiled with a nervous laugh. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Ron!" The instant we walked into the kitchen from the lounge room, Hermione and Ginny started squealing, hiding under the table. I couldn't help but laugh, Hermione's face had gone a birght red and Ginny's had turned a sickly pale. "Ok, ok, we're going." Ron muttered, with a small smile on his face as we started walking up the staircase to his room. As soon as I set foot in his room I suddenly felt like I shouldn't be in here. I know we've changed together in the same room loads of times, but this time it was different. "Ron..."
"What is it Harry?" He asked, looking straight at me, now starting to pull his boxers off. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, well I just hope that it isn't obvious...Too late.
As usual, breakfast at the Burrow was chaos...Well almost. Fred and George were whispering to each other thickly through mouthfuls of toast, Ginny and Hermione were breaking out into fits of laughter, Mrs Weasley was trying to calm Hermione and Ginny down and as for Ron and I, well...It was silent on our front. Ron seemed ashamed, ashamed at me, I bet. "What's up with you two?" Ginny suddenly piped up, buttering more toast for herself. Ron looked up at me then to Ginny, his face going pale, well more pale than before anyway. "Nothing." He answered, looking uncomfortable. And I didn't blame him for feeling that way. "Come on Harry." He muttered to me, geting up from the table and walking outside. Following him out, I noticed that he was looking even more awkward. "Listen Ron...I-I..."
"No Harry...There's something I have to tell you." Ron whispered, his face going red. "I-I feel the same about you...I mean..." Did he just say what I thought he said? "Wh-What?" I could feel my voice disappearing on me. Ron smiled a little and looked up, his face still a bright red. Suddenly nothing mattered any more, except for Ron. Just feeling his warm fingers run along my face made me weak. "I love you Harry." He whispered quietly, before pressing his lips against mine softly. Finding the rest of my strength, I kissed him back, my face burning up again. "I love you too, Ron." Ron laughed quietly and pressed himself up against me, his laughing eyes not breaking from mine. Kissing me again, I felt his hands work their way down from my waist to my backside. Regaining my senses I kissed him back, pressing myself even closer to him, letting my hands wandering to his belt. But our moment was soon interupted...
"Were you two practising or was it for real?" Great, now Fred and George know. The whole world might as well know by now. I fell silent, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. "Can it you gits!" Ron roared, his face burning like hot metal. But Fred and George just shook their heads. "You're not...gay...are you?" They asked quietly, no longer laughing. Ron and I looked at each other and nodded. We had to admit it, I mean, we were both starting to feel each other up for God's sake. "W-We've got to uh...Work on our new potion." And with that Fred and George walked back inside as fast as they could without running, so it seemed. "Harry...You don't think they'll...Tell?" Ron's face described my thoughts, yes, I DID think Fred and George WOULD tell. "Er...Well...To be honest...."
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A/N: HARRY AND RON SLASH! DON'T YA JUST LOVE IT! ^_^ Of course you do! Everyone loves Harry and Ron slash! It's good for ya! Okay, so the idea of Harry/Ron might leave some of you scarred for life...I know this fic left my friend scarred for life, she can't look at Harry and Ron the same way again!