A/N: I've re-written this so that it is better. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter was created and is owned by JK Rowling. This is a fan created work.
Ron woke with a start, eyes snapping open to stare into the darkness. He sat up and SLAM! banged his head off of the slope in the ceiling. He hissed angrily in the darkness, rubbing his scalp, "Always do that!" and staggered off into the bathroom. He stood for a long time at the sink, staring down. Now he remembered why he had switched the bed the other way, after years of remaining in the same position. Nightly concussions were definitely not good.
"It's time to get your shit together," Ron said to himself. He had insisted on switching his room back around upon the arrival of his best friend, Harry, earlier that day. He couldn't go smashing his head every night with Harry there. They needed the room for their stuff. Harry came equipped with a full trunk and a cage big enough to fit a large snowy owl. There was just not enough space. The slope in the wall slipped his mind after waking up from yet another dream. He sighed, trying to forget, to erase it. Shut it out. But he failed and felt a shifting in his shorts. Ron groaned... Not again.
The dream. The damned dream. He could think of nothing else for days after he had first had it. It had come so out of the blue, when Ron awoke, he didn't know what to do with himself. It was always with Harry. Things were pretty normal until the next thing he knew, Harry was at his hips, unbuttoning his pants. Ron would gasp as Harry pulled his cock out of his shorts, and took it into his mouth... Ron remembered how real it felt. The heat, the wetness and above all, Harry's tongue. Everyone seemed to notice, too. That his mind seemed to be somewhere else, the way he was staring off into space all the time. That made it worse.
Hastily, he turned on the taps and wet his face and hair with cool water, in an attempt to calm himself down. It was the third time in a week he'd awoken and jumped up suddenly. Unusual dreams corrupting his 40 winks. He lifted his head and gazed at his reflection. Gingery hair fell upon his freckly, pale forehead. He grabbed his towel and padded his face, muttering.
'God, I hate maroon..'
Trudging slowly back to his bed, he flopped down onto it. Trying and trying to keep his mind off of that dream.
But he couldn't.
It was just too... real.
He peered in his friend's direction, in the dark. It was nice to see him sleeping. He normally never slept, up all hours of the night, and Ron knew it because he too, was unable to sleep. Most nights he let on as if he was asleep. What if someone saw what was left as a reminder of his dreams? Ron buried his face in his pillow. He remembered how it had been after the first dream. He had been taken by surprise. The dream had felt so real, when Ron awoke he had even looked for Harry in the Burrow. But it was a week earlier, and Harry was absent.
The whole week, Ron's thoughts had tormented him. It repeated over and over. Harry's tongue licking his hard cock. Ron could remember the heat, the wetness. The nearly unbearable image of Harry, slowly taking him into his mouth. Ron was unbelievably aroused. From then on it was the thought of Harry and nothing else. As the nights passed the dreams varied in detail and length, but they always involved Harry. Being around him today had been difficult. His arrival was exciting, for sure. He was always happy to see his best friend. Being around his family also made it a little easier. As the day wore on, however, he found himself alone with Harry, who didn't really have much to say and remained oblivious. Ron was lost in his own thoughts in the silence. He sat across the room, trying to pretend he wasn't gazing at Harry, thinking.
It was funny how his Mum wasn't suspicious about him insisting on washing his sheets every second night.
"Its hot in the summer, I sweat alot. They ... smell, you know that, mum!"
"You can let me do it, Ron! Trust me I've seen much worse!"
"Well, I'll have to do it myself one day, won't I?"
She was gloating with pride after those words.
True, Harry was up all night, but he couldn't sleep because he was to busy thinking about how he's a danger to everyone, despite what Dumbledore said. Harry was still insisting that he run away somewhere so he wouldn't be any harm to anyone. He was also often complaining about how he shouldn't be there putting everyone's life on the line. This was cods wallop, of course. They all wanted him to be safe and whether or not they lived while protecting him was the least of their worries.
He hugged his pillow tighter hearing his friend stir, watching the lump moving around. At least he had gotten some sleep.
'Harry?' he called as the figure sat up sleepily.
'Whassit?' he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
'You alright, mate?' he asked, and brushed a stray ginger hair out if his eyes.
'I'm fine, Ron, why?' he hissed.
'Just wondering... glad to see you sleeping. You don't do it often.' Ron whispered back.
'S'not like I'm going to stop dreaming. So whats the point of keeping myself up?' Harry grumbled, sliding to the side of the bed.
Ron sighed and gazed down at Harry, who returned his stare and relaxed his shoulders, 'What?'
'You've got to stop blaming yourself.' Ron told him quietly, 'It wasn't your fault. It was that Lestrange one. And we all want to help you.' he repeated for what felt like the millionth time.
'It is my fault.' Harry argued quietly. 'If I had stayed in Occlumency, then I would've never felt the sudden urge to go to the Department of Mysteries and Sirius wouldn't be dead!'
'Harry, Snape is a git. I wouldn't want him for anything more then Potions myself. I kind of get why you wouldn't want him for Occlumency.' Ron huffed and shook his head. As if it was so difficult for any human being to understand.
Ron sat up in his bed and slid onto the floor with Harry, who sighed.
'I just don't want you guys hurt.' he admitted. 'I don't know how I would deal with it if I hurt my friends.' Harry looked at Ron with a serious expression. Ron quirked a brow and kept his gaze on Harry. It was very unusual for Harry to admit how he felt. Ron patted Harry's shoulder uneasily. Harry was as warm as Ron had been earlier, uncomfortably so. The feeling of Harry's shoulder under his hand had an astonishing effect on Ron. He exhaled loudly and felt his erection that he had finally gotten down come back to half-mast. Harry reacted to this gesture with a confused stare. Ron quickly withdrew his hand and they both stared into the dark in silence for several minutes before Harry said, "What if you died?"
'What?' Ron whispered bewildered, Harry shifted. 'What if you died..?' He repeated. 'I don't know...' sighed Ron, mind wandering. 'I'd be a mess..' Harry said matter of factly. With a snort Ron whispered, 'Would you really?' 'Yeah.' Harry said, as if it was obvious.
'No you wouldn't.' Ron said, guilty about his thankfully hidden boner. Harry insisted, 'Well, I need your help, Ron."
Ron as he watched Harry's lips he thought about his dreams. 'You don't need me..." He repeated. He just wanted Harry to say it one more time.
'You have no idea how much I need you right now...' Harry said.
Both boys froze. Ron wondered if the sexual desperation in Harry's voice had been his imagination. He watched as the redness spread from Harry's cheeks to his slender neck. They sat in silence staring at each other, unsure what to do next. Harry's eyes fell finally to Ron's lap, where his hardness was starting to show. His eyes widened slightly and he looked back at Ron.
It was a moment before Ron realized what had happened. That Harry had seen him. He scrambled to return to the bed, but only wound up turning to face Harry a little more directly. Taken off guard and off balance, he wound up very close to Harry's face. Ron looked down to Harry's mouth, which was hanging open in shock. Being this close to Harry made Ron's hair stand up on end. "I- I..." Ron whispered, he meant to say, sorry, but instead could not say anything. Ron could not react. His desire was as strong as his restraint and as an inner war raged, he was frozen.
Ron took a second to survey the situation, looking for a way out. He saw Harry so close to him they could almost press themselves together. The heaving of Harry's chest was so rapid, and heat was radiating off of him. Just the essence of this gave Ron goosebumps, he could control himself no longer. He had gotten too close to Harry now.
Ron closed the distance between their mouths slowly, allowing Harry time to pull away. At some point Ron found Harry's eyes, which were still wide with shock. He looked into them, trying to find something else in the expression. Harry was the one who seemed frozen, now. As if he were fighting with himself as Ron had been before. As their lips finally met Ron was dizzy with electricity. Eyes open, his hand found Harry's body and with his palm, he felt the flesh beneath his friends shirt. It was so soft, Ron thought he would never be able to feel it enough. Harry inhaled sharply at this and groaned. The fact that he had coaxed that reaction made Ron so hard, he almost blew his load.
'Ron!' Harry pushed Ron away by the shoulders, an incredulous expression on his face. 'What- What the bloody hell?' Harry's eyes fell to where his hands rested on Ron's shoulder's. He quickly removed them and slowly his gaze climbed back up to his eyes, 'Why?' Was all he could manage.
'I don't know, mate, I'm sorry!' Ron was regretting his actions immediately, as much as he may have hated himself... what he had just felt... was soo good. 'I couldn't control it!'
Harry dropped his hands and pushed his jet black hair off of his face, 'Couldn't control what?' he asked in a hushed tone, a little snarky. They both looked down. Ron noticed he was still half hard. Then his eyes wandered over to Harry's hips. Ron felt goosebumps again as he realized... Harry was hard. 'That...' Ron said, gesturing awkwardly to their dicks. Harry looked down and looked back at Ron. Although they had drifted away from each other, gravity seemed to have pulled them close enough that they could feel each other's heat once more.
Harry had awoken from yet another dream about Sirius. He shifted on his cot, rolling over on his back to stare at the many stars enchanted into Ron's ceiling. This was the kind of thing Harry loved about the Wizarding world. Something Ron would just walk past night after night.
The recurring dream about Sirius was even starting to annoy Harry, who was tired of waking everyone up in the middle of the night. At least he was able to keep from shouting, now.
"Harry?" he heard Ron whisper.
Pretending to be more half-asleep than he actually was said, 'Whassit?' Rubbing his eyes for effect.
'You alright, mate?' he asked, Harry could see him shifting through the darkness.
'I'm fine, Ron, why?' he hissed.
'Just wondering, glad to see you sleeping. You don't do it often...' Ron whispered back. Harry groaned, he was starting to get annoyed by all of this. However, the guilt to putting everyone in danger weighed down on him, and he went along with the conversation, to appease his friend. 'S'not like I'm going to stop dreaming. So whats the point of keeping myself up?' Harry grumbled, sliding to the side of the bed. If he knew Ron, this wouldn't be let go of so easily. Harry heard Ron sigh heavily, and he squinted through the darkness to see his friend. He took a moment to slip his glasses on asked, 'What?'
'You've got to stop blaming yourself.' Ron told him quietly, 'It wasn't your fault. It was that Lestrange one. And we all want to help you.' Harry had heard this a million times. Might as well be honest. 'It is my fault.' Harry insisted quietly. 'If I had stayed in Occlumency, then I would've never felt the sudden urge to go to the Department of Mysteries and Sirius wouldn't be dead." Harry felt Ron's hand on his shoulder. At first this felt like a normal gesture. When Ron's hand lingered there tenderly, Harry glanced at him in confusion. He was trying not to come off as upset, anyway. Ron withdrew his hand and Harry stared into the darkness for several minutes, thinking. Thinking of his friends, and how quickly they might disappear. 'What if you died?' Harry said suddenly. "What?" Ron responded, bewildered. Of course, Ron wouldn't have the same mentality. "What if you died?" Harry repeated.
'I don't know.' Ron said passively.
'I'd be a mess.' Harry said, envisioning his best mate floating limply through the Veil. Ron snorted at this and said, "Would you really?" Harry looked at his friend, feeling a little angry. "Yeah!" Harry said, as if it should have been obvious. But Harry knew, Ron could not yet imagine death as Harry could.
'No you wouldn't.' Ron said, sounding sullen, for some reason. 'Well, I need your help, Ron.' Harry found himself on the encouraging end, for once. 'You don't need me.' Ron said. 'You have no idea how much I need you right now...' As Harry had said the words, he knew they had come out a little sensually, but it had not really been intentional. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Ron was acting a little weird. Harry averted his eyes and wished he hadn't. He saw, in the dark, that Ron was hard. A little amused, he looked at his best friend, expecting an explanation.
Ron, however, was definately not himself. Harry watched him scramble. He made to move back to the cot, but found Ron obstructing the path directly in front of him. They were chest to chest on their knees. Harry watched Ron and all of a sudden, he realized. Ron was reaching out to him this way. Harry gasped, and now he was scrambling, too.
What the fuck! Harry thought. This had never happened to him before. Was this really going to happen? He panted heavily and looked up at Ron's eyes, which were glazed over. Harry had never seen anything like this before. Ron looked like he was going to eat him alive. Harry felt his body, found it aching suddenly. He watched, frozen indeed, as Ron's mouth closed over his. Harry felt dizzy with pleasure. He felt a cool palm wandering up his side. His cock hardened and Harry was shocked that it had. That Ron was kissing him, and touching him! Loosing control he inhaled sharply and groaned in ecstasy.
At the sound of his own voice he snapped out of it, came to his senses. No, stop this. Reality washed over him. He grabbed Ron by the shoulders and pushed him away. He found once they were separated, he wished he had let it go on longer. 'Ron!' Harry cried breathily, "What- what the bloody hell!" Harry couldn't think straight. This was so strange, so out of the blue. Almost shameful! But, he thought in the back of his mind, it was so good. 'Why!' he demanded.
'I don't know, mate, I'm sorry!' Ron stammered. 'I couldn't control it!'
Harry dropped his hands and pushed his jet black hair off of his face, 'Couldn't control what?' Harry in a hushed tone, embarassed and frustrated. They both looked down. And Harry saw as Ron realized... Harry was hard. And then they were close again. Dangerously close.