Opening

It was just weeks away from O.W.L. examinations at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione dragged Ron and Harry into the library, so that they could pass more than one O.W.L. this year.

"Ronald, I'm telling you that if you don't start studying I'm not going to write any more of your introductions for Transfiguration anymore."

"But Hermione!"

Her face grew contort, "But what? You aren't trying and honestly it is really starting to get on my nerves."

Ron leaned back in his chair like a sloth, "Well, we never asked you to bring us here ya know."

"Fine," Hermione stood up quickly, grabbed her books off of the table, and stormed out while muttering incoherently.

When she was out of hearing range Ron turned his body to look at Harry, "I love her to death, but bloody hell."

Harry managed to force himself to laugh slightly, "Yeah, I guess." The fact of them always arguing was really started to irritate Harry.

Ron's blue eyes looked at me curiously, "You alright mate?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"I don't know, you look kinda distracted or something."

Harry moved his eyes to the bookcase to the left of him, "Oh, well, it's nothing Ron."

"Ya sure?"

"Yes, Ron. I'm sure," Harry let out a sigh.

"What ever you say," Ron began to stare into the distance and it looked like something was bothering him as well.

Harry adjusted himself higher in his chair, "Now what's wrong with you?"

"Um, I don't know really," Ron scuffed up his red hair and scratched the side of his face.

Harry was confused, "You don't know?"

"No, I really don't. It's kinda hard to explain."

"Try talking about it; maybe it'll make more sense to me."

"Well…." Ron leaned forward, his faces just inches away from Harry as he whispered, "I really can't talk about it here if ya know what I mean." He jerked his head toward the librarian that was staring at them from a distance.

"Oh."

"Maybe some other time."

"Yeah….Wait why don't we just go into the common room?"

Ron's eyes darted to the left and right, "Alone?"

Harry laughed, "Well, yeah."

"O-oh," Ron stuttered nervously.

Harry was confused, what was the big deal?

"Is that a problem, Ron?"

Ron shook his head violent, his brilliant red hair flapping, "No, it's fine. Just, not right now. Okay?"

"Sure, what ever you want."

"Alright, thanks mate."

Harry was right about to give Ron a smile when a malicious snicker echoed through the library,

"Well, look at that. Potter and Weasley are on a date."

Harry and Ron stood up and turned around to face a tall, blonde boy with two grotesque sidekicks by his side.

Ron stepped forward, "Piss off, Malfoy."

Crabe and Goyle raised both their hands in the air sarcastically.

Draco looked at both Ron, and Harry and then spoke, "Where's Granger? I sorted miss teasing the little Mudblood."

At that instant it was all a blur all that was seen were: several fist flying, robes ribbed, and two mouths dripped blood.

"Don't you dare touch me, you filthy half-blood."

Harry grabbed Malfoy by his collar, "Don't you DARE put your hands on Ron again!"

The blonde's eyes were filled with fear, "Okay, okay!"

Harry released his grip and Malfoy and his cronies ran off trying to brush off all the dust from their robes. He heard the clicking of the libraries shoes, so he grabbed Ron's arm, "C'mon."

And they ran off.

Chapter 1

Harry closed the bedroom door behind him and turned quickly to Ron who was sitting on his bed, "I hate him. I hate him."

Ron grinned, "S'alright. It's just Malfoy."

Harry was fuming and pointed at Ron's lip which was bleeding profusely, "Look what he did to you!"

Ron put one of his long, slender fingers on his lip and dabbed it, "Eh, it'll heal."

"Ron."

"Harry, why are you getting so worried about me. I'm fine, really I am."

"Because I care about you Ron, that's why!" Harry's green eyes stared harshly into Ron's blue.

Ron's eyes were now focused on staring at his feet, "Well, I care about you to mate."

Harry sighed greatly, and sat on his bed, "I know. I'm sorry for exploding, I didn't mean to."

"S'kay."

Harry looked up to see a big, fat smile written to Ron's white face.

"Now what did you say again was bothering you?"

Ron looked towards the floor and hung his head low, "Well, it's kinda about…you."

Harry was startled, "Me?"

"Yeah."

"Did I do something?"

"Kinda…well sorta. Ugh, I just don't know."

"What do you mean?"

Ron's head jerked up, "It means that I just don't know, Harry!"

Harry's green eyes widened in surprise,

"I'm sorry."

Ron rolled his eyes, "I should be the one apologizing."

"And why is that?"

"Cuz you aren't gonna be my best mate anymore…."

Ron's face looked melancholy, drained of all life and his eyes began to tear slightly."

"And why the hell is that?"

Ron sniffed, "Cuz."

Harry moved to the edge of his bed and placed his hands on his knees, "Cuz?"

Ron hiccupped, "Cuz," and he sniffed again.

Harry tried to reach his hand forward as a sigh of comfort, when Ron's voice cracked as he shouted,

"Cuz I think I have feelings for you Harry!"

Harry's hand recoiled as quickly as possibly, Ron is gay. Ron is gay. Ron is gay.

"See, this is exactly why I didn't want you to know," he sounded hysterical.

Harry looked up to see if Ron's voice matched his facial expression, and he saw his best friend in the whole world pouring out tears. Tears were gushing down Ron's face and his eyes were clenched almost as tight as his fists. The blood was mixing in with the river dumping out of his eyes.

Harry spoke very firmly, "Ron-"

"Go-" he hiccupped, "ahead," he hiccupped again. "Just tell me that you hate me already."

Harry sat up straight, "I'm not going to say anything of that sort."

Ron wiped away some of his tears with his sleeve, "And why is that?"

"Cuz you're my best mate no matter what."

A new set of tears were gushing out of Ron's eyes and these were of happiness, Harry stood to give him a hug, and his friendly gesture turned into a sexual one, when he stumbled over a rucksack on the ground and landed right on top of Ron's chest. Ron was pressed flat on his back and Harry was on top of him, just inches away from his neck. It was very awkward as the two boys stare blankly at each other, and Ron's tears were soaking Harry's face. Harry tried to push himself up from Ron's chest when Ron let out a desperate grunt. Harry looked down to see Ron gazing up at him with admiration. Harry didn't know what to do, he was racing with hormones. Ron and I are so close, I can feel the heat coming off of his chest, he thought. I want to…want to… kiss him.

He moved forward, his eyes still locked with Ron's. He felt the warm breathe of his best friend brush his neck, if his breathe is this good, I wonder what his lips are like. Harry finally gave into temptation, and placed his lips upon the others. Ron let out a surprised gasp of breathe, as Harry's tongue pushed through his lips and started to touch Ron's throat. Ron gripped the back of Harry's head and pushed him closer to him, his tongue as well going into the others mouth. It was as if they were playing a game of tag within their mouths. Ron's hand let go of the chuck on Harry's hair and started to move down his back, he was inches away from his arse when Harry pulled away sharply,

"Stop!"

Ron removed his hands quickly and placed them to his sides, he was shaking.

Harry looked down to see a frightened Ron, and instantly a wave of guilt swept through Harry's veins.

Ron began to tear, "Please don't leave."

"What?"

"I know you probably hate me now, but please still be my friend, Harry. I don't know what I'd do if you'd ignore me, please Harry. I'm begging you, don't leave me."

Ron began to weep and his face grew red, his eyes were squinted tightly as tears trickled down his face. Harry tried to speak, but his body was still paralysis from the shock of what just happened.

The red-head began to hyperventilate and Harry thought, what is going on. I knew Ron loved me, but not like this...And why...why did I kiss him. I thought he was gay, not me. He took another look at Ron and saw the pain that he was causing him, every gasp reminded Harry all of the things he did or said that hurt Ron. Kissing Cho, dating Cho, liking Cho, talking about Cho, Cho Cho Cho! Why was I so stupid! I was hurting Ron this whole time and I didn't even know. I'm supposed to be his best friend and I don't even know when I'm hurting him, I'm such a terrible friend and an even more terrible person. At this point, Harry began to hyperventilate himself as tears were steaming down his face.

"Ron, I am so sorry. I can't believe how much I've hurt you over the years; you should hate me for it. I'm so sorry Ron, I'm sorry."

Ron started up at Harry in astonishment, "Are you c-crying for me?"

Harry laughed a little bit, "Seems like it."

Ron smiled and a tear drop fell onto his lip, "That's sweet."

"That's love."

Ron's expression was just as shocked as Harry's was,

"Did you just say that you l-loved m-me," the red-head's ear looked like they were going to pour out smoke they were so red.

Harry gulped, "I guess so."

"Then I guess I love you too, mate."

Harry smiled and Ron did the same.

"Now what," Ron said as he placed his hands underneath his head.

"Well, I have a couple of things in mind….."

Ron leaned forward, his beautiful, red hair dangling in front of his face,

"You wanna elaborate on that one?"

"I'd rather show you."

Ron laughed his hearty laugh that Harry adored, "Sounds pretty sexual to me mate."

Harry's smile turned into a smirk, "It could be anything you want it to be."

Ron's expression changed from a childish smile to a lustful gaze. Harry lowered himself back onto Ron's body and rested his head on his chest. Ron was much taller then Harry now, so Harry had to extend his arms in order to touch Ron's face. He whipped away his tears, and Ron raised his eyebrows curiously. A tingling sensation spread throughout Harry's body and he felt a tight push on his trousers. In response, Ron opened his mouth slightly and let out a soft moan. Harry stared up and licked his top lip slowly, this caused Ron to close his eyes and relax his shoulders. Harry's bulge doubled in size as he pressed his body up against Ron's more. His package rubbed the inside of Ron's calf which caused him to shudder. Harry took note of this and did it once more, this time hearing a loud groan from Ron's lips. Harry looked up one more time to see Ron's desperate face filled with hunger. Hunger for more.

Harry raised his eyebrows in a sexy manner and ran his hands through Ron's unruly hair. Ron placed his hands on Harry's hips, and Harry gripped Ron's hair tightly. The red-head smirked and gently eased his hands into Harry's jeans. Harry tugged on his brilliant red hair and arched his back greatly. Ron's long fingers moved slowly through Harry's trousers, outlining his tight arse. He muttered something like, "Thank God that you're a Seeker, you have a great arse" into Harry's ear. Harry tightened his butt as Ron's finger passed his crack. Unfortunately, Ron's hands were still not underneath Harry's boxers, but that changed when Harry said,

"Take them off."

Ron chuckled, "Take what off?"

"What do you think?"

Ron itched his nose, "Hehe."

Harry let out a dry of lust,

"What I do, Harry?"

"I love it when you do that."

"Do what?"

Harry placed his mouth under Ron's chin,

"Itch your nose like that, it's so adorable." Harry didn't need to see Ron's face to know that he was blushing a scarlet red; Ron's innocence seemed to be some kind of fetish for Harry.

"Could you touch me again, Ron? Please."

"Is that even a question," his long fingers wrapped around Harry's waist once more and pulled him upwards, making Harry's cock rub against Ron's as he lifted him. When their faces were close enough Ron placed his lips onto Harry's and they began a battle of the tongue. Ron's hands were tugging on Harry's dark, messy hair and this only aroused him even more.

"Harry, Harry," Ron was panting and saying Harry's name like a metronome.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he shoved his hands into Ron's trousers and gripped his cock with such intensity that he caused Ron to yelp. Harry's hand covered about half of Ron's cock, which meant that he was at least eight inches or so. Harry began pumping him violently, Ron's breathing started to dramatically escalate.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry," was the only thing that Ron could say and he would speak in between his moans and groans. Harry decided that he wanted something more; he wanted to see it, to taste it.

"You sweet or sour," he asked playfully.

Ron closed his eyes and breathed heavily, this was making his package even more defined,

"Don't know, but I reckon you should find out."

Harry's response to this was by lowering his head to crotch level and opening his mouth. Ron's eyes widened as Harry placed his teeth on Ron's fly and pulled down on it. He was unzipping Ron's jeans with his teeth,

Ron murmured, "Bloody hell."

Harry's green eyes started seductively at Ron's icy-blue eyes, and flash his teeth. Ron gulped, Could he turn me on even more, he thought.

Harry returned his focus to Ron's giant bulge, and he tried to pull his jeans over it but it was just too large. Harry came up with a solution, he placed his pants on Ron's knees and as soon as his hands turned to grab Ron's inner thighs, he threw his head forward and shoved his tongue through the opening of Ron's boxers.

Ron yelped, "Harry!"

Ron's screaming only made Harry even more motivated in giving Ron the pleasure he wanted, he wanted to make Ron scream in pleasure. He would give him the world if he could, and now, Ron has Harry's entire world.

"D-do it, please."

Harry laughed seductively and quoted him, "is that even a question." Harry dived his face into Ron's crotch and wrapped his tongue around the head of Ron's pulsating cock. Ron's moans were obvious as Harry tickled his head with his tongue, and started lathering it with his saliva.

"Suck me, Harry. Suck me," Ron was so desperate for sexual attention it made Harry smile in delight.

Harry put his hands by Ron's balls, and shoved his mouth down upon the pulsing cock.

"Harry!"

Harry pushed it so far down his throat that he started to gag, but it wasn't enough to want him to stop. His hands were fondling with Ron's package, and his mouth was moving up and down rapidly. The crimson hairs of Ron's crotch brushed against Harry's chin, which made him so even faster. Ron's hands clutched Harry's hair more then even, and began moving Harry's head even faster.

"I want to cum, make me cum, Harry. Make me cum in your mouth."

At his request, Harry began to suck even harder on Ron's giant cock and pulled on the skin with the edge of his teeth, Harry knew by now that Ron liked it rough.

"Oh, Harry! Almost there, almost," Ron eyes were clenched so tightly that it tensed up his neck. His breathing was frantic and irregular now.

Harry picked up the pace, his hands aiding in the pumping process. He tasted something wet enter his mouth, but it wasn't much. Just precum.

"C'mon, mate your almost there. Just…a...little…bit...more..."

Harry did one finally pump when Ron screamed,

"Harry!!"

An explosion of liquid poured into his mouth, it tasted simply amazing. Ron was so sweet that it was as if Harry was sucking on a lollipop. Harry didn't even stop after Ron came, he just kept on going.

"H-Harry," Ron was exhausted, but he honestly didn't mind Harry motivation. He was flattered by the fact that Harry wanted to do anything with him at all.

Harry waited till he sucked every, last, drop of cum from Ron's vibrant cock before he took his mouth off of it and said,

"Brilliant."

Ron laughed, "Could say the same to you."

Harry smiled and leaned in for a kiss,

"Ya wanna know something, Ron?"

Ron wrapped his long, lanky hands around Harry and pulled him closer,"

"And what's that?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I think I'm in love with you too, mate."

They hugged tightly and Harry kissed Ron on the top of his ginger head,

"Thank you for telling me."

Green met blue,

"Don't mention it."