Story: Harry Potter

Pairing: HarryXRon

Year: 4

Rating: M for mature sexual content(Yaoi) and swearing.

Warnings: OOC and modern, non- traditional(American(New England)) English. Oh, and it kinda follows the book's plot, but the events are triggered by other things, and also does not go to the end of the book. Kinda PWP.

Summary: Harry had an experience with Ron he'd never forget. Especially when it controls what he does everyday, making him fear his best friend and even his own mind. But, what happens when Ron gets his hands on a love potion? (Sorry, I suck at summaries .) Enjoy!

A/N: This is only, like, my third fanfic and my second fanfic on here. I hope it's not too rushed!

Ever since that fateful day, Harry had felt like this. He could remember it so vividly….

Harry had been sound asleep dreaming of his second task when was suddenly jolted awake by the screeching of the bed curtains being shifted away from their closed position. He was dimly aware of someone getting onto the bed. He only noticed that someone was there when the shadowy figure climbed on top of him.

"Mmm," He opened his eyes and sat straight up. "What the fuck?!" He whispered, his nose inches away from Ron's nose.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Get off!" He growled, his voice echoing through the empty dormitory. (Everyone in the room had left for Christmas break except for Ron and Harry) Ron had used their closeness to his advantage. He quickly closed in on Harry and hungrily pressed his lips to Harry's. Harry was taken aback. He quickly pulled away and slapped Ron hard across the face.

"Get off of me!" He warned, speaking through clenched teeth. But, Ron wasn't having any of it. Appearing to be half asleep, he pulled the covers off of Harry. Harry immediately blushed deeply and curled up into a ball.

"I'm warning you!" He reached to his night stand for his wand. He groped around the dark for it, picked it up and pointed it at his best friend. Ron gave Harry a nasty grin. Ron too pulled out his wand and aimed it at Harry and shouted, "Expelliarmus!". Harry's wand shot out of his hand and through the bed curtains and onto the floor behind the bed. Harry glowered at Ron and tried to get off the bed. Ron chuckled darkly and seized Harry's wrist and yanked him back onto the bed.

"Will you quit this and go back to bed?!" Harry shouted in Ron's face. Ron gave a flat out "No," and straddled Harry's half naked body. Harry tried pushing Ron off, but failed miserably when Ron ground his body into him. Harry had barely noticed the very light moan that passed his lips, but Ron was all too aware. He smirked at Harry's glaring face.

"Don't you dare do that again." Harry spoke. Ron chuckled and did it again.

"Mm…" He breathed. Harry had never thought about this happening, but he found it way to pleasurable. To his extreme dismay, he found himself becoming aroused.

"G-get off…" Ron ignored his request once again. He did however notice Harry's arousal.

"Hah! Harry, you like this! Don't you?" He taunted, reaching down and placing a hand on Harry's "problem". Harry's breath hitched in his throat. He brought a knee up to try to move Ron's hand. In reaction to this, Ron clenched his fist around Harry. Harry jumped and threw his head back and groaned rather loudly.

"R-Ron…..Please…Get off…." He pleaded, not wanting to fall victim to Ron's delicious touch any longer.

It was then when Ron realized what he was doing. He stopped and looked wide-eyed at the frightened and slightly sweaty Harry. He realized where his hand was and gaped. He was completely speechless about what he had just done to the boy he's liked since year two, when they were in the Chamber of Secrets.

"I…uh…" He struggled to get his words out of his mouth. Instead of making the situation more awkward, he slowly removed his hand, climbed off of Harry and off of the bed, walked across the room to his own bed, got in and silently cursed to himself before falling asleep. Harry was left a heavily breathing, sweaty, shaky mess.

Harry would never forget that day. It haunted him every waking moment of his life. Harry had feared it becoming reality. It had distracted him from deciphering the loud screeches that came from the golden egg whenever one was opened.