WARNING: This adorable fic i've written contains slash, meaning there is an adorable red head getting it on with an adorable dark haired who are happily in love with each other even though they are BOYS. Yes, there, i've said it! two males doing the monkey-monkey and loving it all the while. ^_^.
This fic has fluff (i'm a romantic, so sue me.), but it also contains violence, abuse, foul language, & a few kinks. SO don't read if any of that gets under your skin
DISCLAIMER: HP characters not mine so don't sue me for borrowing them for my own naughty reasons. Not making money off this in any way. My only payment are in the reviews and that's enough for me. ^_^.
SUMMARY: Ron's summer predicament, confrontation with double red heads, and cliff hanger. ENJOY!!! ^_^.
A month into the Summer Ron was furious. He let the front door slam close and stomped down to where his new home was, since the night he returned home. Mumbling under his breath about unfair mothers and stupid rules he stopped. The walk down the slight hill hadn't calmed him in the slightest. He eyed the hidden tent with contempt.
It just wasn't fair! Ron thought to himself as the breeze ruffled his hair. A large tree with branches that sagged, so they were mere inches from the ground, effectively concealing the tent from view. Behind, just a couple of yards away, was the lake that had to be magically made due to Bill's pet years previously. Sure he, Ron, found it kind of cool to have his own little place with his own privacy but he missed the ghoul in the attic, the creaks his home made for no apparent reason, the noise from the family, and most of all he missed the desert his mother made but refused to feed him until he spilled secrets and removed his piercing.
Well, that was simpler said than done. He had tried to conceal it and claim he had removed it but his mother just waved her wand and there it was in all it's glory. After that fiasco he simply said no to her request of removing it and after an hour or so of such tactics she stomped her foot on the ground and ordered him out of the house until he 'came to his senses'.
Continuing his walk towards his 'home' he didn't stomp or whine but just thought about Harry. Harry, sigh, yelp his Harry was his very own savior. Kicking a pebble along the grass his sour mood changed to content. A day after the goodbye at the train station both lovers exchanged letters, well not letters persae, but writings that had both of them satisfied.
Waltzing inside the tent his smile faltered. Since his banishment from the Weasley home no one had ever come to visit him. Maybe it had to do with the fact he forbade them to enter but that didn't mean they couldn't knock at the flap and call for him.
Small on the outside it was spacious on the inside. From the entrance there was nothing but opened space. Curtained beads separated different sections. To his left in the far corner was a basic kitchen with several cabinets. Next to it a pantry that was filled with goods. To the far right was the bedroom which took up considerable space because there also was a separate room for the bathroom. And dead center was the living area where two couches, a bean bag, and pillows were strewn about but sitting on one of the couches, with pillows on their laps, were Fred and George.
Their faces were tinged red while between them they held, and read, a 'letter' that was 20 pages long. A letter that Harry had wrote to him. A private letter that had been stashed in a private box that was locked. This particular letter that was meant for his eyes, and his eyes alone. If his wand wasn't somewhere, he forgot where he placed it, the twins would've been hexed to the next ice age. So he settled for yelling and boy could he yell. He was a Weasley after all with a Weasley temper.
"You! What do you think you're doing!" Ron seethed. The twins merely looked up and flashed him a smile that was a mix of evil and mirth; not a very good combination when it came to those two. "Put that down! Stop reading it you perverted freckled demons!" Ron rushed towards the twins, snatching the 'letter' out of their grasps.
As his eyes moved from both blushing twins he noticed Fred try to move a pillow over an object.
"Dear baby brother we were just curious." Fred said with too sweet of a smile.
Ron narrowed his eyes before they widened. What was trying to be hidden was his Private Box where more 'letters' were kept. Launching himself forward he removed the pillow and snatched up the box stuffing the one in his hand with the rest shutting it close.
"Get out!" He pointed to the exit, body trembling with suppressed anger. So, okay, he hadn't unleashed his full Weasley temper on the two but that was because he was embarrassed.
The twins glanced at one another before settling themselves on the couch, leaving the pillows in their laps.
George spoke up: "Now why would we do that?"
Followed by Fred: "When we just found out about - you and Harry's hobby."
Ron clenched his fists controlling himself from throwing punches at his two siblings. "Shut up."
Their eyebrows rose together, it was a weird sight even after all the years. "If we -" George moved his hand between himself and Fred he continued. "knew about Harry's talents in porn -" Ron quickly cut the rest off.
"It's not porn!" Ron defended clutching the box to his chest.
"Oh no?" Fred cleared his throat, straightening his back. "And I quote mind you: The sinful mouth of my newfound lover nibbled on the underside of my erect penis. Hot breath tickled the underside forcing a groan from me. I was near the end, ready to explode but first I wanted that mouth to suck me until I cum down his throat… now see that's porn even if it is written down." Fred smiled up at his blushing brother while he bowed slightly when his brother applauded.
"Bravo! Bravo! Encore!" George enthused hoping for more.
"Harry will kill you if you say one word." Ron narrowed his eyes at them. "I mean it. This," Ron tapped the box held close to himself. "is private and no one was supposed to see it but me and he would not be happy if you two brought it up."
Both Fred and George simply stared at one another for a prolonged moment talking silently between one another. Until finally they turned that smile onto their brother who did not like it one bit. No, he didn't like it at all.
Harry yawned to himself as he walked away from the library where he had spent his entire morning and part of the afternoon. It was the only quiet place he could do his school work especially with the Dursley's acting the way they were acting. With a sigh he ducked into the nearest ally where he apparated into his room.
Hours later Aurors and other department of ministry officials would search that particular spot and trace back the signature mark each and every wizard leaves behind. The fact that, that mark would lead to the ruble of Number 4 of Privet Drive along with at least a dozen homes in the same state didn't bode well with anyone.
A/N: I know i'm evil *shy's away* but i had to leave it there. Cliffy.... i hate cliffy's.... but hate the cliffy's and not me... hope the last paragraph was understandable. How about inside the tent, was it okay, bad, ick, or - i need to stop worrying. *sigh* teasers up next so.... read it. This is not a Death Fic, well ppl die, but not the main characters, my poor heart couldn't stand it.
Teaser: Jump in time, probably several or one week. Ron's state along with the rest of the Weasley's and how they cope. Others reactions and wait... whose that behind a bush? Next chap will be a lot longer.