Well, of course you do, you bloody git. It was our first year and I entered the compartment and struck you senseless with my beautiful emerald eyes –
More like struck me senseless with your bloody owl-cage! Shut up, Harry. I'm trying to write my memoirs here.
Your memoirs? Come on! I practically am your memoirs! Ron, don't I mean anything to…No. I mean, no, don't look at me like that! Harry, you can't just have sex from me anytime you want, alright? We've been in a seven year relationship and it wasn't just founded on sex, was it? It was because we love each other, not because there was this look you used to give me that burned into my brain and it felt like you attached a string to my –
Argh! Look what you made me do! Now I'm all distracted!
Hehe.
Anyway, it's never just been about sex with you and me.
Which is, of course, why you Apparated over to my workplace and gave me a blowjob during lunchtime, hm?
Harry. If you ever want me to repeat that again, you will go get into bed and stop hanging over my desk and giving me that look. Guh. I mean – right now. I really mean this, Harry!
Gods, he's getting into bed. Really slowly. And he's giving me a look, coupled with a pout that a smile threatens to spoil before it breaks through. He gives me a wink. And the bedroom is suddenly a little hot, and my pants are suddenly a little hot.
I think Harry feels that too, because he's slowly slipping out of his striped pajama top –
No! I'm not going to be manipulated into bed! Like that time we were supposed to make chocolate cake for mum's birthday and the chocolate ended up all over – and that time we were selecting something for Hermione and he said that this top matched my eyes and then jumped me in the changing room – and that time Fred and George caught us testing out those cherry flavored ropes that are supposed to expand when they get wet –
I live with a sex-maniac. What on earth did I ever do to get so lucky?
Well, maybe it might have something to do with the fact that you're really the most gorgeous thing in the Wizarding World? And that your blue eyes make my knees go weak sometimes. And the way your freckles go down your throat, ye gods…
Harry! What the – oh, you charmed the quill! That's low, Potter. Really low. How do you know what I'm writing though?
You mutter under your breath, Ron. How do you think I copied your homework when you were pissed off with me and wouldn't let me borrow it?
You look rather adorable when you blush, Weasley. How about…
Ngh – no.
We'll see…
Fourth Year. I try not to remember what a dick I was though –
What a dick indeed.
HARRY!
Yes, you may well give me that 'I'm-sorry' puppy-dog look. Stop interrupting me please.
You know, I thought, when Dumbledore called us to his office and told us about the Second Task, that Hermione was for you. That Hermione was your special person. Like Cho Chang was special to Cedric Diggory.
And then I remembered Viktor Krum.
Riiiight. Why would I be the person most prized to Krum?
So that was a relief.
If you could see yourself sometimes when I'm halfway up your arse, you'd understand.
Oh fuck, that's it. I can't concentrate. You win, Potter. This battle. But not the war. Oh holy – you have such a huge advantage, it's so bloody unfair, you horribly seductive fucking bastard.
Indeed.
You won't find this until later, Ron, after I've well and truly ravished you. I hope I'm awake to see your face when you read this. Cedric loved Cho, his girlfriend, his lover. Fleur loved Gabrielle as her sister, her closest confidant, someone who looked up to her and made her want to live up to that admiration. Ultimately, Viktor loved Hermione as a friend, someone who looked beyond him as a Quidditch star and saw him as a person.
You were all that to me. And more besides.
Now get back into bed.
