A/N: A scene that came to me one day while I was in Biology. Because, who pays attention in Biology anyways?
Rated for being sexually suggestive.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ron. Or Harry. But other than that, everything in this story is MINE! ALL MINE! MWAHAAHAAAA.

Warning: Slash. Harry/Ron. Don't like, go away. Homophobic flames will be responded to with utmost sarcasm. :


"No, Ron."

The redhead wouldn't give up yet, not that easily. "Come on! A dog would be great! We'd have a cute little pet to take care of!"

"I hate dogs." Harry took another bite of his toast. "We have each other. Isn't that enough?" the black-haired man asked.

Ron nodded. "Of course! You know that! But I've always wanted a dog, Harry!"

"No. No dog. We don't need a dog making a mess around here." Harry replied.

"But…" Ron began, but the other man cut him off.

"No. That's final." He stated firmly.

Ron sighed, and made his way to the freezer. He extracted a Popsicle, and slowly began sliding it into his mouth. In and out, in and out the Popsicle went, faster and faster. It would be visible for only a moment, then disappear quickly back into the darkness of his mouth, almost down to the stick. Deep, hard, and fast it went, and Ron closed his eyes, as if in a state of ecstasy. After a few minutes, the Popsicle was gone. The red haired boy looked over at Harry, who'd been watching intently, his mouth hanging open slightly. Ron smiled, and gazed at his speechless lover. He winked once.

After a few moments' silence, Harry said finally, "Okay, we'll get a dog."


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