The night was silent and still at the Burrow that July night, the only sounds that could be heard were Ron's snoring, and the squeaking of Harry Potter's bed as he tossed and turned in his sleep, the dream he was having was quite disturbing and ludicrous. After about five minutes he finally couldn't take it any more, so he woke up, drenched in sweat and breathing sweaty, he looked around the attic, and saw Ron sleeping, recalling Ron's participation in this dream. He knew Ron would never do something like this, but he still looked at him with worried and pre-dissatisfied eyes.

But after a while of thoughts he finally came to reality and became conscious that it was just a dream, and there was nothing to worry about. He went back to sleep and was luckily not re-visited by this dream again, but he knew he would be haunted by the memories of this nightmare for a while.

The next morning Harry got out of bed to observe the usual site of Ron still stretched out on the bed sleeping. He took this moment to his advantage, he examined his best friend lying there, so innocent, so venerable, and especially so hot. He brought his eye sight from Ron's fiery red hair right down to his broad and lean shoulders. Then to the tight shirt on his chest and abdomen, the bottom was forced up by Ron's movements during the night, revealing Ron's skin and navel, and the fact that he had his boxers sticking out the top of his short's waistband.

His eyes wandered down farther and he saw a fairly large bulge in Ron's shorts, at this he turned away, embarrassed, but he didn't know why. He looked back at him, but now staring at his flawless and smooth face, especially his pure, soft, virgin lips.

He then realized he had spent enough time ogling his friend, and that if he didn't wake up Ron and get him to get dressed and go down stairs, his mom would definitely do so. So he walked up along side Ron's bed and sat down beside him, he then lightly shook Ron's side, and softly called his name. When this didn't work he got a feather and started tickling his face, when Ron woke up he wasn't too happy, but quickly forgave Harry.

Now that he was up, both him and Harry changed into there day clothes, Harry regularly turned around, for quick glimpses of Ron's body. Watching him pull his shirt off, seeing his shorts slip down, and the tiny but enjoyable hole in Ron's boxers. Plus Harry always had a strange fetish for socks, and Ron's were perfect, completely white, ankle-socks. Harry looked down at his which he loved just as much, they were also white, except for the writing on the extra-low cut rim, it read; HP ROX, he go them from his good friend Hermione, who was coming soon, only weeks before their 7th year.

Finally Ron and Harry were dressed so they ran downstairs, where it was only Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley was reading his newspaper and drinking his coffee, while was Mrs. Weasley was cooking breakfast for everyone. When the boys got to the kitchen Mr. Weasley looked up from his newspaper;

"Well, good morning boys, it's a bit unusual to see you up so early." Ron looked at his dad with a smirk, then said, "Well, we wouldn't be up so early if Harry wasn't so scared of mom." He finished with a chuckle, but quickly stopped when seeing the expression on his mother's face. "Well boys, now that you're up you can Mrs. Weasley with setting the table." The boys both nodded and did so.

After breakfast Harry and Ron went out in the forest for a walk, they found their favorite tree, and climbed up on to it. They just sat on the branch for a couple of hours talking, talking about their excitement that Hermione was coming, also about the last couple of years they had been friends, about Cho, and Fleur, how in the 2nd year Harry had crush on Hermione, and how Ron liked her from 3rd year to 5th year, but that neither of them liked her anymore, and they realized that she and Viktor were way better off.

Soon the conversation went to something like this;

"Harry, do you like anyone now?" asked Ron nervously, wanting to know, but at the same time afraid of the answer he might get. Harry looked at him, a hundred things then went through his mind; 'Should I tell him?' 'If I did what would he say?' 'Should I lie?' 'And if I do will that ruin any chances I have with him?' 'Why does this have to be happening to-' "Harry?" said Ron still waiting for an answer. "Umm," started Harry, "I really don't know, I think I do, but I'm still not clear on it, it's really complicated." He answered. "Oh, ok." said Ron kind of relieved, but disappointed he didn't say any names.

Finally they realized they should get back to see if Hermione had arrived yet, they raced back and of course Ron won, due to his logger legs, when they got back Hermione wasn't there yet but news was.

"Ron, Harry!" said Mrs. Weasley, "Where have you been, we received an owl from Hermione telling us when she is to arrive." "What, when!" shot back Ron. "In 3 hours!" "3 hours?" inquired Harry taken aback. "Yes, now both of you go get cleaned up, showers, and Ron, Merlin clean up that room." said Mrs. Weasley cleaning up the mess from the lunch she was cooking.

Ron and Harry ran up the stairs, they agreed that Ron would go for a shower first, so he went in the bathroom closed the door and took all his clothes off, Harry who was leaning against the door on the other side heard the water turn on. How much he wished he could be in there to.

When Ron was done he got out, when he came out he was in only a towel rapped around his waist, Harry couldn't help but stare at the hot bit of flesh which was his friend. Harry went into the bathroom, took off his clothes revealing the -already known to him- boner he had, before going in he looked in full length mirror. He never thought he looked bad, yes he did have hairy legs, but what guy didn't.

He didn't have any chest hair, but he made for it with his stomach hair, underarm hair, and the hair at the base of his- "Harry," said Ron lightly knocking on the door. "Mate, are you all right?" he finished "Umm, yeah, why?" "Well just I didn't hear the water, I thought something was wrong."

"Oh, ok, well yeah, nothing's wrong, thanks though." "No problem." Harry was disillusioned, he hoped that Ron wanted to come in, and have a little fun with Harry. He could only dream, he looked back in the mirror, ran his fingers though his semi-long hair and sighed.

He took off his glasses, put them down on the sink edge and walked over to the tub, he leaned over the rim and turned the taps until the water was just right, he turned on the shower head, closed the curtain and got in, the water battered against him, though he knew Hermione would be there soon, he had to get rid of what was sticking out so obviously.

So he lied down on the tub floor, closed his eyes, let the water relax him, then he slipped his hand below his waist, and placed it on his member, he moved his hand up and down repeatedly and let his imagination do the rest.