Summary: "So we still on for tonight?" Ron asked Harry near the end of supper. "Definitely." Harry smiled.

WARNING!:This story contains slash (boyxboy). You have been warned. Please don't read if you don't like.

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Author' Note:

This is my first attempt at Ron/Harry, and hopefully not my last. I hope you all like. =D

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Under the Spray of the Showers

Chapter One

"So we still on for tonight?" Ron asked Harry near the end of supper.

"Definitely." Harry smiled, casting a sidelong glance towards the hefty tome obstructing their view of Hermione, from which an exasperated sigh escaped.

"I'm assuming that you two aren't studying for your OWLs tonight." Hermione said sourly, not lowering her book.

Sharing somewhat guilty glances, the boys mumbled an excuse or two.

"Don't even." Hermione snapped, "I don't even care anymore. You two obviously aren't taking our OWLs seriously enough! And I'm not going to waste my breath anymore. I for one have studying to do." And with that Hermione exited the Great Hall in a huff, never once lowering her book.

"Hormones are scary things." Ron said lowly, so as not to provoke the wrath of the other Gryffindor girls within earshot.

Nodding his head in agreement, Harry pondered out loud, "I wonder if she knows that OWLs aren't for another four months?"

"Who knows?" Ron replied as they made their way out of the Great Hall, and towards Gryffindor Tower. After hurriedly grabbing donning their Quidditch gear, they headed down to the Pitch to play some one on one with the Quaffle.

They played long and hard, until they were forced to stop due to nightfall.

"Good game mate." Ron said good-naturedly as he swung an arm around Harry' shoulders. They had tied, 18 to 18.

"You too." Harry replied, smiling tiredly as he detached himself from Ron' side and began to strip off his sweaty clothes and headed into the showers.

He never noticed Ron' smoldering gaze as he stripped. Nor did he notice the way his friend' eyes sparkled with mischief as they spotted the erection his vibrating broom had caused him.

Joining Harry in the communal showers, Ron made his way over to Harry.

Hahahaha! I feel sooo very evil for stopping here. =P

So??? What do you think? Should I continue? What should I have happen next?

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~Autumn Skyie