Harry Potter Yaoi
"Just a few more minutes," moaned Harry as Ron snatched the warm, thick covers from his bed. Gasping slightly, Ron's blush sent his face almost as red as his hair. Harry saw this and quickly flipped over face down into his bed to hide his hard-on.
"Good dream?" giggled Ron, "Ooo I bet it was about that gorgeous seventh year… you know the one with the long, silky chestnut hair…" Ron's eyes slowly glazed over as his mind filled with images of her perfect body. "What I'd give for one night alone with her…" he sighed.
Harry mentally puked, his idea of a perfect night was with someone far more perfect than with whatever-her-name-was. He sighed too as reality drowned his fantasy. He knew that they would never ever feel the same way for him as he did for them… Damn, life sucks like that sometimes! he thought.
"Time for breakfast and then I'm off for Christmas," he said cheerily, "oh and by the way, if Megan stays, please don't take her, you know how much I like her and I just… I dunno, it's hard to explain, she's so beautiful, I just… just… ah! Never mind… just don't take her from me please."
Harry smiled tiredly, he wouldn't want her anyway, his love was way further out of his league than Ron's from his.
"Don't worry," he replied, "I won't."
Breakfast was always a noisy affair and today had been no exception, yet Harry hadn't noticed at all, in fact he'd hardly eaten; instead his thoughts were engrossed with them, how perfectly they ate, how perfectly they put their knife and fork down and how much it hurt to see them walk away, away from him, away from what he so desperately wanted… At least they weren't staying this Christmas so he wouldn't have to endure a constant visual reminder of his pain.
Trudging through the snow, he helped Ron drag his things towards the waiting red train. He loaded it on and watched Ron board, taking an empty carriage to himself.
"Have a good Christmas Harry! And remember what I said!" he yelled as the train pulled out of the platform. "See you when I get back!"
Bye Ron, thought Harry as he stood waving, and good bye my love.