This is a short, little one shot hoping to unblock my brain! So hard to write these days! Why back in my day… LOL!
"R…Ron! I can't take it anymore!" he moaned as I moved into his body at my fastest speed. He wasn't lying. He was close and so was I. I took hold of his hard member and pumped it in time with the thrust.
I looked down at the body under mine and smile. His raven black hair was splayed over the pillow, going up with each high powered jerk of my body; his stunning emerald green eyes, half lidded and dulled with lust; and his well-toned body, that years of Quidditch had given him. He was beautiful. The most beautiful being I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.
"Ron! I need to cum! Please make me cum!" he yelled. I grunted and gave one hard thrust, one hard pull, and one hard kiss and he jumped over the edge. His cum came out, ribbon after ribbon, and stained our stomachs.
The clinching of the soft walls took me off of the edge with him and I shot my load all in him.
I rolled over to one side of him and looked into his eyes that were drooping lightly telling me that he was spent. "Ron… I love you," he said. I smiled and pulled him closer to me. "Ron… Ron… RON!"
I sprang up with a jolt, and I butted heads with the person who DARED to wake me up from the land of dreams. I grabbed my forehead and lay back down. I looked at the person. It was the person of my deepest, darkest desires. Harry Potter, my best mate sense the age of 11 and the boyfriend of my baby sister.
"Come on Ron! We don't want to miss breakfast!" I smiled at him. He could be such a kid sometimes.
The pain started to build up in my chest. I could never have him. I could never possess this beautiful, kind, and gentle creature. No, I wasn't even in the running. I would always be the best friend. Never the lover or the boyfriend or the only one. The pang in my chest pounded. I could have all the dreams I could handle, but none of them will become a reality.
"Ron… you okay, mate?" I held back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall and put on a smiling face. "I'm fine mate," I said trying to swallow the lump in my throat, "You go on without me. I will be there when I get dressed."
"Well if you're sure…" Harry said as he made his way out of our dorm. Just as the door closed completely, I noticed that Harry had dropped his favorite hair brush. He NEVER let anyone else use it. I picked up the brush and looked at is as a thought crept it's way into my mind. 'I wonder if Hermione could brew me a special batch of Polyjuice Potion…' with that I cleaned out the brush and stuffed the hair in my "Keep Sake" box. I put the brush in my robe pocket and made my way to breakfast, thinking of all the Harrys I could have with in a month's time!
But no matter how much I want them to be… they will never be the real thing.
