Lord Voldemort came upon Harry.
"Where is the house in which Sirius Black kept the Order of the Phoenix?" his harsh voice asked.
"Why do you want to know?" Harry asked, struggling to break out of the ropes that bonded him to the back of the closed Zonko's in Hogsmeade.
Voldemort raised his hand and touched Harry's scar. "Because of this," the Dark Lord responded.
A painful cry echoed in the back alley.
Ron sat up, awoken by his dream. He quietly got out of bed, and felt something erupt below his waist. He pulled down his boxers and pulled the foreskin from his hard member, and started rubbing it hardly, thinking of Harry. He started to cum making him go faster, and faster, until he finally climaxed, and he went soft. With no clothes on, he went to go check on Harry. He pulled back the curtains, and just seeing Harry with only underwear on made him go hard again. Ron resisted temptation. He closed the curtain, and walked back to his bed, where he pulled his boxers back on.
When he got back into bed, it wouldn't go down, so he slipped his hands underneath the covers, and thought about Harry once more…