Harry stumbled into bed exhaustedly. The yule ball was over, and he had just spent the last hour staring into the fire as Ron got more and more drunk, complaining about Hermione. He sat up, and began taking his dress robes off, to change into his nightclothes. He had just removed his robes, and was pulling off his shirt, when Ron entered the dormitory. He paused, and stared, seemingly transfixed, at Harry's bare chest.

"What's the matter Ron" Harry asked, now taking off his pants.

"No… nothing…" Ron stammered, "I just… you look… I need to go to bed".

Harry grinned at his friend's obvious discomfort. He crossed the room, clad only in his boxers, to help his friend out of his robes.

Ron turned red at the sight of a mostly-naked Harry helping him to remove his clothing.

"Thanks" he mumbled.

Harry shifted, making it seem as if he was about to leave Ron's side. Instinctively, Ron reached out, and grabbed Harry's arm.

"Stop… I mean... please don't go…" He said, staring into his friends startlingly green eyes.

"If you say so" said Harry with a wicked grin. He reached towards Ron, and pushed him onto the nearest bed.

"Take off your shirt" Harry growled into Ron's ear. Ron quickly obliged, but when he reached for his pants, Harry stopped him.

"Allow me" he said, with a sly look. He pulled of Ron's pants. Instead of releasing his friend, Harry's hands slid up the length of Ron's leg, to his boxers, which he gently removed.

At this point, Ron was so turned on that the removal of his pants caused him to moan with happiness, as his boner was released. He moans exited Harry, who knelt down, and very gently (at first) took his best friend's member and placed it in his mouth. The sound of pleasure issuing from Ron's mouth was a good enough indication to keep going for Harry. Ron began thrusting, slowly at first, then with increasing speed, against Harry's mouth.

This time it was Harry whose dick strained against the confines of his pants. He motioned vaguely downward, and Ron, getting the hint, helped Harry to shed the confines of his underwear. As they were both fully naked, Harry joined Ron on the bed. They're lips found each other's.

It was so different than anything either of them had done before, that neither knew how to react. It wasn't until Ron turned Harry onto his back that they realized the direction they were heading.

Harry could feel his friend penetrating him, and he moaned, so loudly he feared the whole castle could hear. However, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that his friend continued his frantic thrusting, and that the night would never end.

The next morning, both Ron and Harry woke up extremely hung-over and sore. However, neither of them could remember past the fight with Hermione, and the decision to drink the secret supply of fire whisky. They both felt a weird connection to each other though. They both went on with their lives as usual, but unaware of the connection that they now shared.