Harry stifled a grin as he saw Ron pace past him to the kitchen. Eyes firmly back on his work, he once again muttered to himself the properties of the Wiggenweld Potion, running his quill around the corner of his jaw and ear,"shredded dittany, moly petals… uh, salamander blood, spines, lionfish spines I mean… um-"
He cut himself off as Ron retraced his steps back through the living room, watching him amble through out of the corner of his eye. His jeans had slipped an inch or two, and his shirtsleeves were pushed up to show of lightly muscled forearms. Harry narrowed his eyes as the young man slowed fractionally, practically sauntering now as he reached up to snag a book from the mantelpiece above the fire. A pale stretch of back and the dimpling around his spine were all it took for Harry to roll his eyes and return to his work, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The exaggerated stretch and groan that he supposed was likened to a yawn went unchallenged, as he flicked to the referencing at the back of his book, mouthing 'asphodel' to himself silently.
The dip in the sofa only mildly surprised him, but he didn't turn as Ron made 'interested' noises and flicked casually through his potions text.
"You alright here then, Harry?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah I think so. You alright?"
"Oh, yeah 'o course."
The book was abandoned, and Harry fought the urge not to whine in annoyance when he saw that his bookmark had been similarly disposed of. Lips and stubble grazed his cheek and he closed his eyes.
"Ron."
"Mm."
"Ron, what are you doing?"
"Just showing you how much I love you. You know that don't you?"
"Of course I do, look I need to finish this."
"Ah, c'mon mate," a nimble tongue licked his earlobe delicately, teeth nibbling the sensitive stretch by his hairline, "you're nearly finished…"
Harry closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, willing himself not to rise to the bait. He firmly shoved Ron backwards until he was sprawled across the sofa, long legs hanging onto the floor in a tangle. He groaned at the boys delighted grin and stood up, knowing that he would look very much like a bossy haired friend of theirs as he placed his hands onto his hips.
"No I'm not, Oh God Ron just-" he struggled to release himself from the tangle of their legs and the arms that the man wrapped around his waist. He tried desperately to quench the heat in his spine, as sloppy kisses were scattered across his belly, and half-fell onto the coffee table, glaring at the rumpled red head.
"You just put your libido away for a second Weasley, I am NOT shagging you on the sofa!"
Ron grinned, and spread his hands onto Harry's thighs, "that's fine, bedroom?"
Harry made a very embarrassing squawking noise and shoved him again, eyeing him in aggravation.
"No, go and get a bloody hobby, you're only doing this because you're BORED! I've got so much revision to do and if you were needed as Wheezes today you wouldn't even be thinking about shagging-"
A slow smile and wandering hands interrupted, "wanna bet?"
Harry threw up his hands, his patience gone, "Oh. My. God. I give up."
He stalked out of the living room and into the bedroom, muttering audibly about Weasleys and their insatiable needs, cut off with a slam of the door. Ron eyed the wood uncertainly, poised on the edge of the sofa.
The door opened fractionally, "Well? Get in here then, you git!"
Ron beamed, marveling at his own prowess.