Right Where You Want Me!

A/N & Disclaimer: Song title by Jesse McCartney. I don't own any of the wonderful Harry Potter characters…yadi yadi yah….not making any money from writing this story blah blah blah. This is entirely fiction, yeah so…enjoy!

WARNING: MALE/MALE SLASH - no like NO READ

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Chapter one - Naughty Ron!

"Baby don't be gentle, I can handle anything."

Jesus Christ! What an annoying fucking song.

Harry laughed to himself. So this is the shit everyone's listening too?

All it's about is restraining yourself from pouncing like a horny fucker, before finally giving in.

Harry tossed the ipod aside, shaking his head wryly.

It was eleven thirty in the evening. Exhausted after a long school day, Harry looked grimly at the pile of homework he had to get done. Giving up, he figured he could always ask Hermione to help him, or rather, do it for him. Lying down onto his bed, he settled contently. The dorm was peacefully tranquill.

Just then, Ron came charging into the room unexpectedly. Red faced, gasping; hands frantically trying to protect his head, he collapsed at Harry's feet.

There, Ron clinged on tightly, a little child, gabbling furiously like a deranged St. Mungo's patient.

About to extract Ron's painful grip from around his ankles, Harry was startled to find Hermione crashing into the dormitory, eyes blazing, hair in a great static shock of anger around her face.

She was holding in one hand held back, rather menacingly, what looked like a red whip.

Bringing her hand down sharply, it thwacked Ron around the neck.

Close up, Harry actually saw that it was a rather kinky red bra.

He sighed and simultaneously rolled his eyes.

"Ronald Weasley! Don't you dare stay there by Harry's feet! Get up off the ground NOW! Up, up, UP!"

She practically screeched, whipping him on the head with the bra each time.

Whimpering, Ron arose shakily to his feet; knuckles white.

Hermione was breathing heavily. Then, pulling back, she slapped Ron, hard across his cheek, making his eyes smart with the pain.

Shoving the red bra into his chest, she ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face.

Gathering his composure, Ron cleared his throat and said to Harry in a squeaky voice, "I've buggered that one up, huh?"

Groaning with the reality of the situation, he slowly sank onto the bed, beside Harry.

Harry stayed silent. Biting his lip, he felt a wave of sympathy crash towards Ron. Almost as quickly, he felt hot bubbling anger on poor Hermione's behalf.

Toying with what to say, Harry decided he had to ask Ron who it was with and how it had happened.

It was obviously a tender subject; Ron already looked bruised and hollow mulling it over in his mind.

Harry eventually concluded he had to be subtle.

"Ron…who was it with and how the bloody hell did it happen?"

Fuck. Oh well, it had to be said, however bluntly.

Ron winced at the harsh tone and buried his face in his hands.

"I don't know Harry."

Harry gently prised Ron's hands away. Great yellow finger marks of distress had been pressed onto his face.

"C'mon now, Ron. You can tell your best mate. I swear I won't breathe a word to - "

"No Harry that's not the point! The point is, is that I honestly don't have a fucking clue who it was! I was piss - ass drunk at the time and, and…Oh I don't fucking know! It just happened. I'm an arsehole. Go on, say it. I'm a complete, utter, butthead, loser, tosser, fucking, fucking - "

"Ron!" Harry cut in impatiently.

"You don't have to kill yourself thinking of insults…directed for yourself."

Harry frowned at the ridiculous statement.

"So just shut up, okay?" He added more gently.

Puce in the face, Ron shook his shaggy red hair.

"No, you don't get it. I…" He faltered. "I…well, I have a confession to make, Harry."

Harry, bored of listening to a loopy Ron snapped, "Go to church then."

Ron ploughed on, ignoring the remark.

"I'm in love with Hermione. Hopelessly, completely. I - Oh fuck it, I ADORE the girl. And now…" His face crumpled slightly and a fresh sheen of tears gathered in his eyes. "I fucking blew it!"

Harry awkwardly let Ron sob onto his shoulder, tactfully keeping quiet about the fact it was a brand new one.

Finally disentangling himself from a weeping Ron, Harry tried not to grimace at the massive wet patch on his shoulder and - to his utmost horror - right nipple.

Ron spotted them however.

"Oh Christ! Sorry Harry. God I'm such a pathetic twat. Useless, bloody, wet, bastard, son - of a - "

"Ron!" Harry hastily butted in; anxious to stop Ron getting into another over - the - top emotional rant.

"Have you - er - heard this song?"

Grabbing the ipod, Harry quickly jammed an earpiece into Ron's own ear.

Ron fell silent, and gulping a little to keep down his tears, listened obediently.

Within seconds, his bottom lip wobbled and he gave a sob.

Finally breaking down, Ron started to bawl.

Yanking the earpiece from Ron, Harry asked, alarmed,

"What the fuck's wrong now? The song ain't that bad is it?"

Ron struggled to speak. "It's just…J - Just that this was the song that me and 'Mione used to…especially when we were really in 'the mood' we would just sorta…like rabbits. You know? Fucking away like two, desperate, extremely horny -"

"Uh yeah, really? Ron, that sounds great that you and Hermione do that shit to…Jesse McCartney, but please - shut up about it, yeah? I really don't wanna know."

Harry blushed deeply. Ron seemed completely unfazed.

"Oh, okay then, sure."

Harry snatched some Kleenex from his bedside table and passed them to a grateful Ron.

"You know Harry, that song is really popular at the moment. Despite it being a muggle artist. I'm surprised. You enjoying the ipod then?"

Harry had received it as a birthday gift from a very enthusiastic Mr Weasley.

"Yeah it's great, thanks."

Ron smiled modestly.

"It's not everyday you turn sixteen, huh? Personally I don't know shit about ipods, but I see you've managed to put music on it."

Harry nodded and asked if Ron would be okay. In response, Ron heaved a big sigh.

"Well, I sure as fuck ain't going to be brilliant. But I think I'll let 'Mione cool down a bit before I do anything…rash."

Harry nodded in approval.

Ron made to leave the boy's dormitory when he suddenly stopped.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Malfoy wants to talk to you.

Immediately, like a switch being flipped on, Harry's heart started to beat faster. "Malfoy?"

Ron scratched his head absently.

"Yeah. He caught up with me in the hall. Looked all sincere. He said, and here I quote, 'Could you pass on the message weasel? I wish to see scarhead tomorrow evening on the second floor, charms classroom, enquiring personal matters.'

Initially I wasn't going to tell you, but then decided you didn't have to go if you didn't want to."

Harry smiled gratefully. "Thanks for telling me. I think I will go."

Ron raised his eyebrows. "Yeah? Okay then. And thanks for…you know."

He held up the balled up snotty tissue.

Harry grinned. "No problem. See you then."

Ron waved goodbye, wiping his puffy red eyes as he turned away.

Once Ron had departed, Harry's thoughts strayed back to Draco.

He wants to see me…why?

Plugging back into his ipod, he drifted in and out of sleep, a smile dancing about his lips.

"…Crazy, let's do something' maybe,

Please don't take your time.

You've got me,

Right where you want me."

END OF CHAPTER

A/N: This story is definitely gunna have a lot more smut so please be patient.

First chapter was really setting the scene for each character and hints what's going to happen in later chapters. Don't worry I'm going to update really really soon so it's coming, it's coming (No that's NOT an intentional pun - LOL!)

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