None of the characters, settings etc are my own, but belong to JK Rowling
I had this idea and thought I would try it out, its been fun
The sitting room of the burrow was packed, for the first time in a while, with the entire Weasley family and their friends, for it was Christmas eve. Harry potter was wedged on a two seater sofa in between his best friend Rons, older brother Bill and his old school teacher, Remus Lupin. The room was decorated with, what seemed like, thousands of floating stars and paper chains made by the youngest Weasley, and only girl, Ginny. Their mother, who was sitting on an armchair on her own, scowling at her twins, Fred and George who had considered the idea of getting their mother an exploding hairbrush for Christmas, as loving. Conversation was stunted by the ridiculous volume Mrs Weasley had been forced to turn her old radio up to, this was, of course, to ensure no conversation could take place and that all her guests could listen to the 'magical sound' of Celestine Warbeck.
After the crowd of 20 had been listening to this racket for a while, Harry Potter had made his excuse of getting some drinks for everyone and escaped the kitchen, however in his haste to get out of that room, he had fallen on top of his neighbour Bill, who had blushed and shook of Harry's apologies. Harry loved thee Weasleys kitchen, unlike number 4 Privet Drive, it was never completely clean and the sides were cluttered with weird and mysterious things. Not wanting to re- enter the other room for a while yet, Harry dawdled around the kitchen, half heatedly reaching for some cups. Even though Harry was one of the tallest 16 year olds in his year at Hogwarts, he still found it difficult to reach them, his hand was just inches away before another closed around one of the cups. Harry turned around quickly to find himself nose to nose with Bill Weasley, who smiled tentatively at his surprised face.
'Sorry, but I thought you might like a hand, and I couldn't stand being in there any longer, Mom makes us listen to that rubbish every year.' Harry did not say anything, his mouth was unexpectedly dry and he could feel a strong blush rising in his cheeks as he looked into Bills dark eyes, Bill smiled again and, much to Harry's new found disappointment, stepped away. 'Listen, there was actually something I wanted to say, well needed to say really.' Said Bill, his eyes tracing the grooves in the floor and to Harry's great surprise, the usually cool, confident Bill, was nervously playing with his hands, Harry looked expectantly at him. A new hope entered his conscious, but it seemed familiar, as if it had been lingering in the back of his mind for a while now.
'What is it?' Harry questioned, his voice a little shaky as he stepped closer to Bill, who finally looked up into Harrys face, and Harry noticed, that something flashed across his eyes as he leaned ever so slowly closer to Harry.
They heard quick footsteps outside the door and Mrs Weasleys loud voice shouting for them, they had jumped and quickly busied themselves making drinks as Mrs Weasley stormed through the door just as Bills shaking hands fumbled the glass and it fell to the floor with a loud crash, Mrs Weasley screamed and left the room muttering to herself. Without thinking, Harry dropped to his knees in front of Bill and began to pick up the pieces of broken glass, Harry looked up at Bill who had flattened himself against the cabinets and was looking down at Harry with fear and restraint in his eyes, both his hands, Harry noticed, were almost breaking the work top with the force he was gripping it with. Their eyes locked and Bills grip tightened as he looked away and closed his eyes, trying to return his normal breathing habbits. He could not move as Harry was so close to him and any movement would just bring Harrys face closer to his throbbing cock, his aching erection acting like a hand trying to reach out and close the teasingly small gap. Harrys eyes could not help but notice this and his heart beat quickened at the forbidden sight in Bills baggy jeans. Harry tore his eyes away to look back up at Bills strained face, he stood up and dropped the forgotten pieces of glass back onto the floor. Bill was trying everything he could to avoid Harrys eyes as they both knew it was so wrong.
Yet Harrys mind was blank and all he could think about was Bill, his desperate lips, his adrenaline filled heart, his throbbing erection and his deep dark eyes which Harry was desperate to look into. He snaked his hand through Bills scruffy hair and pulled him closer, as he did so, his other hand instinctively found the small of Bills back and drew him closer, feeling his awaiting cock against his own. A low groan escaped Bills lips, forcing him to look down at Harry with passion and need etched across every inch of Bills face and took Harrys face in both of his own scarred hands and crushed his lips against Harrys, his tongue immediately seeking the other's. Harrys grasped at Bills hair and his other hand travelled, desperately feeling at every inch of Bills body that he could reach, feeling his warm, body react to his cold hands. Bill suddenly took Harry by his hips and moved him round so he could push Harry against the hard cabinet doors, glass crushing under their feet. Harry let out a gasp of pleasure as Bill moved his lips to his neck and begin to suck, forming intricate patterns as he did with his tongue. Harry had never felt anything feel so good before and lent his head back and groaned at the feel of both erections crushing against each other. Harry moved his hand down the back of Bills neck and down round his side, feeling his hard stomach and slowly tracing the top of his trousers, Bill breath rattled, showing his need for Harry to continue by returned his lips to Harrys mouth and once again exploring his wet mouth with his tongue.
The sound of half-hearted clapping travelled in as a large number of people were heard getting up and making there way towards the kitchen, Bill broke away and starred at Harry with, desperate, longing eyes, his erection still throbbing against Harrys body, he gave Harry one last lingering kiss as he walked away and up the stairs, leaving Harry, eyes closed, waiting for his friends to walk through the door, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Oh yes, still more to come, this is just the begining.