"Oh Ron…" Harry moaned, gasping as Ron sucked the last of the come off of his still erect schlong. "Oh Merlin, Ron!"

Ron awoke with a jolt and knew he was erect. How could he not be after the dream he had just had. At least it wasn't a wet one - he still hadn't gotten that cleaning charm just right yet. He sighed and rolled over on his side in order to better look at the sleeping beauty lying in the bed next to his. Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The boy Ron loved. The boy Ron began to fantasize about as he slid his hands under his pajama bottoms to grasp his pounding prick, first gently tugging then full on wanking, hurrying to finish before one of the boys in the dormitory woke up. Ron sighed and thought about Harry. He thought about his dream. He thought about the times he had seen Harry in the shower, or changing. He thought about his clenched buttocks and could feel himself about to come.

"Ron?"

Ron froze, mortified. He watched in horror as his best mate turned around to face him.

"Were you…?"

"Erm…no…"

"Oh, okay then…"

Harry almost seemed disappointed as he rolled back over. A few minutes later his breathing became normal once again. Ron was dying to finish his wank, but how could he be sure that Harry was asleep?

"Er…Harry?"

Harry didn't answer. Slowly, very slowly, Ron began to rub his shaft, imagining what it would be like to have Harry's lips pressed against his. He increased speed carefully, checking to make sure Harry hadn't stirred. Soon, however, he became lost in his teenage fantasies. He didn't even notice the slow but rhythmic movements occurring underneath Harry's covers. Ron began to moan quietly, feeling himself about to burst, when he heard another voice join in. Too drunk with lust to care, he continued to rub himself as he turned to face Harry's bed. Harry's eyes were wide open, staring at him, and something was clearly going on underneath the covers…

All of a sudden, Ron noticed something pink and slimy poking out from Harry's covers. At first he thought he was hallucinating from his pleasure, but then he noticed it moving. He noticed that quite a lot was moving under Harry's quilt. There were quite a few lumps, not congruent with a teenage boy having a wank under the covers. Finally the pink thing moved out from other the covers, and Ron gasped at the sight of the sensual succulent pink tentacle beckoning him towards Harry's bed.