I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
There is a fight going on in my brain right now. I want to tell Ron I feel the way he does, but at the same time, I want to be sure. I don't know. I don't think I've ever been more confused. He looks at me with those expectant eyes, and all I can do is gape. I feel like an idiot. Something in my head tells me to turn and run far far away, but instead I'm closing the distance between us and kissing him like I've never kissed anyone. He returns my kiss fervently, and our hands are everywhere at once on eachother's bodies, petting, touching, stroking into a frenzy. A moan escapes my lips and he pulls away, pressing his forehead to mine with a grin. He's so beautiful, I can't believe I didn't see it before.
His lips kiss along my jaw and play with my ear as his hands trail down to stroke my hipbone and lower. I moan again, the noise low and husky with desire. His hands grope my ass and pull at my sweatpants and we both gasp at the delicious friction as our pelvises touch. We grind together for a moment, and I think we're both very close to orgasm. He sinks his teeth into my ear as the door swings open.
"Holy cricket." Hermione gasps as she takes in the scene before her. My cock twitches against Ron's as we both orgasm violently. Hermione shakes her head, her eyes wide with disbelief and she closes the door, leaving us to ourselves.
"We're going to have to lock the door from now on." I say, grinning. He returns my grin with equal emotion.
"I know, Harry." He says, and I suddenly love the way my name sounds on his lips.