Urges
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter… if I did, why would I settle for Bemily when I could have… say… DANIEL RADCLIFFE? Thank you to my friend Bemily for liking this story and almost kinda not really not writing it with me.
Therefore, this story is dedicated to Bemily, who backed me up the whole way. I LOVE YOU BEMILY!
Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room, sipping butterbeers and drawing pictures of Snape in compromising situations. As it turns out, the two were the only ones up, as it was quite late (or early, depending on what you think 3 am is). Harry put down his quill and looked at Ron.
"Ron, I have a confession to make." Harry said. Ron put down his quill and looked at Harry.
"What?" Ron asked. Harry sighed and shifted in his seat.
"You see, lately, I've been having certain thoughts and… urges." Harry admitted. Ron perked up at this.
"Oh yeah?" Ron asked. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, you see, I've been thinking about putting my 'wand' in… uh… your sock." Harry said. Ron blushed.
"You don't mean that, do you?" Ron asked. Harry nodded.
"Uh, yeah Ron, I really do." Harry whispered. Ron grinned.
"Harry, I give you full permission to put your wand in my sock." Ron said. Harry grinned.
"Really? That would be so amazing!" Harry exclaimed. Ron took that as his cue. He leaned in, grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair and slammed his lips down on Harry's. Harry's eyes went wide and he pushed Ron off him.
"RON! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" Harry exclaimed. Ron stood up.
"YOU TOLD ME YOU WANTED TO STICK YOUR DING DONG UP MY ARSE!" Ron exclaimed. Harry stared at him.
"No, I told you that I wanted to put my wand in your sock. I just learned a spell to turn someone's socks yellow!" Harry exclaimed. Ron blushed.
"Sorry mate… I… er… have to go." Ron said awkwardly. Harry nodded and he watched Ron leave. He turned back to his parchment and started drawing again.
"Damn… he's got a nice arse." Harry muttered to himself, and he began drawing various pictures of him and Ron in compromising positions.
The end