I had fun writing this. It was a really great break from all the serious stuff that I have been forced to write lately... Well, have a lovely time, and review please!
"Y'know Harry, Mum loves you and all, but she would have your head if she found out you bent me."
Harry just laughed.
"No use worrying much about her. Now Ginny on the other hand… I think she would take this as a personal insult and jinx us to mush."
Ron shuddered at the thought of her lethal Bat-Bogey hex, but then had another thought.
"Yeah, what's up with that, mate? Got a touch of Weasley fever?"
He grinned cheekily, and sat up to face Harry, who was lounging comfortably at the head of their shabby little bed. As far as they were concerned, it was the best bed in all of Britain. As far as they were concerned, life was meant to be spent like this; laying about leisurely all day, indulging in laziness and each other.
Harry playfully shoved Ron back down and happily straddled him.
"No Ronald, I am not afflicted with Weasley fever. The only thing that afflicts me is you."
Ron's ears turned scarlet as Harry leaned down and kissed him teasingly, pulling away after a quick and tantalizing venture into Ron's mouth with his tongue.
"So I afflict you, huh? Who is the one who gave me, a perfectly straight (Harry coughed, "Boring") guy, the gayness?"
"Yes. And you enjoy every minute of it."
Ron giggled. "Brilliant, isn't it?
Sighing contentedly, Harry climbed off of Ron and lay down next to him.
"And to think, all it took to open the 'door' for me was that evening in the empty common room with Neville."
"What!?"