Harry screamed at the ice as it covered the exit to the water. Neither magic, nor luck, nor fate could save him, and he had consigned himself to death. As the last few bubbles of air escaped from his lungs, he consigned himself to death. And yet a light shone down on him, and a hand came down to him and pulled him out of the water. Harry looked up at the face of the man who saved him, and smiled as he heard the words come from his mouth: "'Harry! Harry, are you okay!?" Harry passed out.
He awoke to the feel of another's lips on his. His lungs being opened, and him breathing returning to normal, Harry opened his eyes. The light blinded his eyes and he gasped out the few words he could: "Who… who is this?" "It's me Harry…. it's Ron." Harry felt the rush of blood come to his cheeks, thinking back to the moment Ron's lips spent atop of his. Harry reached for his glasses and settled them on his nose, and looked up at Ron. "I thought you were gone Ron…. You were gone for good. I was worried."
"You know as well as I do I couldn't do that Harry. We have an important mission here. And there was also someone I was missing… someone I needed in my life."
Harry blushed even more, relishing the thought of him being the man who dwelled in Ron's thoughts. "Yeah, Hermione hasn't been the same ever since you left us. We've all been missing you."
Ron chuckled a bit to himself. Harry adored it, and loved the thought of Ron finally being happy. The plunge Ron took into the water to save him left him all wet, and Harry could see straight through his T-shirt. Red chest hair… the thought made him shudder with delight. "It wasn't her I wanted Harry," Ron said, Harry's heart beating uncontrollably, "It was you."
Harry's mind was racing, the overwhelming idea of Ron's love for him leaving him unable to speak. What could he say to someone who he's had unrequited feelings for since they had met? How could he explain the depth of the love he desired? And as the thoughts were reaching their peak they just stopped. Harry leaned in and kissed Ron, the gesture shocking Ron as harry pulled away. The two stared at each other, both trying to see into the eyes, into the mind, and into the soul of the other. The pure desire each had for the other reaching its pinnacle, they both leaned in and started kissing each other furiously. Harry reached under Ron's shirt to feel his pulsing heartbeat, as Ron grabbed Harry's thigh. The pure pleasure of the situation was uncontrollable, and Harry began to moan, as simply the proximity to his gentler areas was too much for him. As Ron began to lift his shirt off, Harry felt as if he was in an ecstasy unrivaled by any other. The world around him seemed spinning too good to be true….
Harry awoke in the Gryffindor bedrooms with a gasp, the thoughts of the dream he just had being too real to comprehend. Harry felt around the insides of his bed. His sheets were absolutely soiled. "Well fuck"
WRITTED BY WEWRITEBADSTUFF
EXECUTIVE PRODUCED BY WEWRITEBADSTUFF
INSPIRED BY MY BUDDY GRADUATING3
WITH ALL DUE RESPECT TO JK ROWLING AND HARRY POTTER
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