Well this is my first ever story and my first ever R/H Slash. Well I hope you all enjoy it

Rated- R for a sex scene and some language

I do not owe Harry Potter in anyway and if I did I would have much more money and probably be writing book 6 instead of this.

~ More Than Friends ~

Chapter 1 The Truth

"Ohhhh! Ron! Hmm! Don't stop! I want you! Give it to me!"

Harry moaned as he pumped his stiff hand over his hard cock.

"O YES ALL MOST THERE!"

The erect cock leaked with pre-cum and Harry knew that it was only a mater of seconds before he came. Then it happened. O the amazing feeling it gave him. He felt weightless and dreamy, like he was floating on a cloud with his partner snuggling in his arms. The bliss of the moment was to last him a lifetime. Harry smirked, rolled over, and eased his heavy breathing with the pillow of his four-poster bed. If he was to loud he would wake his friends, Dean, Shamus, Neville, and well Ron, but Ron was more then a friend, he was a lover. Well, not exactly a lover, not yet, but Harry hoped that soon he would have Ron's warm body close to his own. Harry knew that Ron had been openly gay for the last five months and also knew that he was single. But Harry could not bring himself to tell Ron about his fillings for him. What if Ron laughs and shuts Harry out of his life forever? What if Ron thinks Harry was not good enough for him? Harry did not want to think about it. He rolled over in his bed and drifted off to sleep. Little did he know that Ron Weasley, his fantasizing playmate, was sitting up-right in his bed and listening intently to every sound Harry made with a grin on his freckly face.



The next morning Harry awoke with a start. The morning sun was already gleaming throw the tall window at the corner of the circular room, and the smell of breakfast wafted its way into Harry's nose. He claimed out of bed, wondering what had woken him and then he saw what it was. Ron was standing at the foot of his bed watching Harry's every move. Harry looked into those eyes of the one he loved and said,

"Morning!"

Ron said nothing.

"What's for breakfast? I'm starving."

Harry said trying to decipher what was wrong with Ron.

"I herd you last night."

Ron blurted out before he could stop himself. Harry's face grew the color of red-hot embers. Ron had heard him. Ron knew that he loved him. What was his friend going to do to him? Was he going to say that he hated Harry?

"What do you mean you heard me last night? I was sleeping."

Harry lied and he knew Ron could tell.

"I love you too. I always have. Ever since the first time I saw you on the Hogwarts Express."

Ron's voice drifted throw Harry's ears and it felt as if a six-teen ton weight was lifted off his head. Ron just said he loved me. Was it true? Did his love really love him? Harry could now feel the heat of his rose-colored ears.

"Y...Y...You what?

Harry asked with all hope that this was not a dream.

"I love you Harry"

Ron said sweetly.

"Really"

Harry dare asked.

"Yes. I do, and I think we should be lovers."

The answer was more then Harry wanted to hear. It filled his blood with warmth and excitement. He walked over to Ron and put his hands on Ron's shoulders and said,

"Do you mean it? Do you really want to be lovers?"

"Yes Harry. I do."

Ron smiled and leaned in so that Harry's face was inches away for his own.

This was the moment Harry had been waiting for. They kissed. It was so fantastic. As soon as the lips connected they were one. Ron released Harry and said,

"We're going to be late for Potions. Meet me here for lunch ok?"

"Ok!"

Harry said, his emotions going berserk,

"I will meet you here for lunch and we will be all alone."

"Yes. That's what I want. Well bye. See you at lunch then my love."

"Bye."

And Ron left the dormitory and Harry was left alone to change out of his pajamas and into his school robes, the smile never leaving his face.



Potion went by pretty quick. Harry, who always hated Potions, could not take his eyes off Ron for most of the class. Snape was not as mean today as most days. He did not tell Harry off, but he did take ten points from Gryffindor because Neville accidentally spilt acid all over the floor, which Snape had to repair with a repairing charm. Harry did not care. All that mattered today was his meeting with Ron. What would happen? Would they do it?

As soon as the bell for mid-day meal rang, Harry ran up to his dormitory, put down his books, and waited, and waited, and waited. What if Ron was only joking? What if this was a mean trick? Harry did not want to think about that. He did not want to believe it. Ron would never do something like that, he was to-, but before he could finish his thoughts of fear the dormitory door opened with a crack. Ron was standing there with his books in his hand and a smile on his face. Harry looked into those beautiful eyes and stood up as Ron shut the door. This was it. Harry was going to do something with his partner and it was going to be wonderful, but what was the sexual act of passion that Harry was going to perform to Ron? And was Harry going to be good?