So far, this year blows. Not the good kind of "blows" mind you. Merlin, if only it were the good kind. No this year is all about putting up locking charms and silencing spells around the curtains of my bed so the rest of the 6th years won't hear me. I can only imagine how rough life would be if 'mione hadn't taught me the spells.
I can just hear Seamus yelling "OYE! RON! We're tryin't sleep here and none of us want ta hear ya goin' on with your bloody wankin'!"
No one would ever guess that I've had to start wanking off. Honestly people think me and Hermione sneak off to snog every chance we get, but that's not even close to the truth. Truth is I see her more like I see Ginny. And yeah in the beginning I guess you could say we had a thing going on..
But life is different now. We both knew something wasn't right with me and our relationship so she called me on it.
"So what is it Ron?" she had asked one day after some particularly lackluster snogging on my part. "You're always distracted whenever I'm with you. It's like you're always somewhere far away. Is it me?" Her eyebrows were knit together with worry. I reached my hand behind my head. Nervously I rubbed my neck trying to think of a way to say "yes" and "no" all at the same time when it clicked in her head.
"Oh!" Her hands flew to her mouth as she blushed. "Oh Ronald, why haven't you ever said anything to me before?" I shrugged.
"How can you tell someone you care about that you just can't want them like they want you? You can't really without hurting them can you? You figuring it out was bloody easier than trying to tell you though." She laughed then. Her confidence obviously restored. Her boyfriend not liking her was one thing, but if he was gay, well I guess that makes it easier in her book.
"I feel so stupid for not noticing it before! How could you even let on like you liked girls for so long?" She reached out and swatted my arm then, smiling with her slightly oversized teeth.
"I don't know!" I laughed at her attempt to hurt me. "It was expected of me ya know? Everyone thought we should be together so I just went with it. Plus it doesn't hurt that you're bloody brilliant with your tongue." She blushed a deep red at that.
"Even though you aren't attracted to girls?" she whispered. I nodded my head. Truth was she was very gifted in the romance department. Good enough to keep a gay man interested anyway.
We laugh about that now. More like I tease her for not figuring it out sooner, which always gets a quick smack and a laugh from her. With all honesty I really should leave her alone about it. She helps me out more than I expected her to. Always sneaking off with me to deserted classrooms to keep up my straight image and listening to me swoon over my biggest crush at Hogwarts.
Now I'm under no impression that I have god like looks, but lets face it I'm not hideous either. If I decided to let the rest of the school know I batted for the other team I would have no trouble finding someone to keep me occupied. The thing is the only guy I'm interested in being occupied with definitely doesn't think like me. Even worse, the only guy I'm interested in is my best mate.
This brings us back to the present: me lying under the covers and slowly whispering the spells that I've grown far too used to. You see, it's far more exciting to be vocal when touching yourself. At least I feel more satisfied anyway. And like I said before it wouldn't help me to have the whole dorm hearing me, especially with the name I usually end up moaning
Tucking my lip into my mouth I slowly run my hand down my stomach and play with the curls that peek over the top of my underwear. I quickly dive into one of my new favorite fantasies. Pretending I'm ruggedly being pushed down onto my back next to the black lake I grab my cock and give a few pumps. I moan out loud as I run one finger over my slit and rub the precum around in quick circles.
"Ron?" I almost jump out of my skin. Shit. I hate being interrupted. It's every time I just get started someone has to come wake me to ask if I want to play exploding snaps or to hear about the brilliant bang they just had. Annoyed I take down the silencing charms.
Putting on my best I've been sleeping voice I reply "Whatzitt?" and tuck my now very hard erection into the wasteband of my pants.
"Alright there Ron?" the voice said from behind my curtains. I knew exactly who this was now. How did I not realize it was Tuesday? Every Tuesday my best mate Harry decides to go get piss drunk at the Hogs Head with none other than Rubeus Hagrid. Of course, they always invite me but then who would help Harry stumble back into bed? So I always tell them I can't or that I'm just going to tuck in. With a sigh I slide open the curtains to reveal a very drunk, very rumpled looking Harry James Potter.
"Well, looks like you've done a bang up job this time mate! How'd you even sneak back in without getting caught?" I whispered letting my feet hang over the side of my bed. Harry gave me a goofy smile and swayed slightly on his legs. It was then I noticed that his shirt was halfway pulled off, with one arm out of the sleeve and one arm in.
"Bloody hell mate what happened to you?" I asked as I made a motion to pull the shirt all the way off. I was going to have to undress him anyway, might as well start now.
"FIREWHISKY!" He yelled throwing a fist up into the air. He soon was falling over me in a fit of giggles. Then he brought one finger to his lips in and whispered "Hagrid and I just looove firewhisky!" The look on my face must have amused him because he quickly started to laugh again.
"Right, mate. We all love firewhisky. Let's get you to bed before you decided to run off and marry a bottle of it eh?" I said all the while walking him over to his bed, one arm around his shoulders and a hand on his stomach to keep him from flipping over. Then he stopped dead in his tracks and looked deliberatly over at me.
"Ronald," he said in a mock serious tone, "I will not be going to sleep until you join me for tea." Bounding on his firm albeit shaky legs he hopped up onto his bed and patted the spot next to him.
I trudged the rest of the way and threw myself down on his griffindor colored bed sheets. What choice did I have really? If your crush becons you into their bed, you join them. Simple as that really.
"Watch it Ron!" He said excitedly as he snapped his fingers twice. Looking around the dorm I was glad that no one else was awake to see this. Poor Harry would be bloody embarrassed if everyone got their eyes on a loud, drunk version of himself. He was always so calm and collected now days. Always wearing a lazy light hearted smile that made him seem so angelic.
Just then a tray floated towards the bed. Looking around the room again to see who was doing the levitating, I noticed Harry had on a delighted smile.
"The house elves just love me here! They said if I need anthin' just to snap my fingers and they'd send me up whatever I needed!" His eyes held a sparkle that rarely anyone got to see. Of course he was still friendly to everyone, but even after getting rid of You-Know-Who last year, he still can't trust people fully. Can't blame him really. It be hard for me to trust anyone if I went through what he had to.
We sipped our tea in silence. It was a delicious chamomile blend that made my eyelids start to droop. Looking over at Harry I noticed that the combination of the alcohol and the warm tea was making him look like he was about to pass out.
"Alright Harry the tea was lovely but I think it's about time we get to bed you think?" I asked as I stood. Sleepily nodding at me he lifted his arms over his head so I could pull his shirt off. The sight of his naked chest, made tight from the many games of quiddich was not lost on me. I soaked it in. His body looked as though it was chiseled from stone. I started to reach out to touch them when Harry grabbed my hand.
"I love you, Ron." He said as his green eyes met mine. "You're the best mate anyone could ever ask for." Even when he was bleeding drunk he was still charming.
"Thanks mate. You are too." I said leaning him back towards his pillow. I was just turning to leave when I heard him whisper something. "Whatdya say there Harry?" I asked wondering if he needed me for anything else.
This time I defiantly heard what he said. No confusion about it because he said it clear as crystal
"I said too bad that's all we are."
