Rated: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, JK Rowlings...though I wish they were mine...I'm not getting any money from this, just joy...

Harry hated the summer holidays. Not only was he away from Hogwarts, but he was also forced to stay with his evil relatives, the Dursleys. He would be turning 17, though, in 16 hours, he realized as he looked at his alarm clock. And Ron would be picking him up. Harry had already thrown most of his stuff into his trunk for his last year at Hogwarts, but had kept out his most comfortable pair of jeans, a t-shirt and other essentials for his last day here.

He walked over to the bathroom with a limp. Dudley had been beating on him again. Ron had been writing to ask how Harry was, and even though some days the pain was almost unbearable, Harry insisted he was fine so as not to frighten his boyfriend. He turned on the warm water and climbed in. Slip! Harry's foot flew out from under him and he hit his head on the side of the tub. "Ouch…" He sat up and rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.

He liked to shower in the dark. That way he couldn't see any bruises or cuts from Dudley. Maybe he could convince Ron that they should do everything in the dark until the last of his wounds healed…Harry stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He grabbed another and was drying his hair as he walked to his bedroom. His fat pig of a cousin raced past him and shoved him into his room.

Harry hit the floor with a thud and wondered what made Dudley run so fast, until he smelled breakfast. He closed the door and was just throwing his towel off when he heard someone wrap on he window. He walked over and pulled it open, "Hello Hedwig." He patted her on the head as he took 3 letters from her. One from Hagrid, one from Ron, and one from Hermione. He vainly wished that there was one from Dumbledore.

Hedwig hopped over to Harry's bed to devour her mouse. Harry put on his boxers and opened the letter from Hagrid.

Harry,

Just thought I'd write yeh and wish yeh a Happy Birthday. Wish I could've been there for more than just yer 11. Well, Happy Birthday Harry, oh, an Buckbeak… I mean Witherwings and I can't wait ter see yeh!

Hagrid

Harry smiled at Hagrid's pointless letter. He folded it, stuck it back in the envelope and set it on his nightstand. Next he turned to Hermione's. He loved her perfect scrawl compared to Hagrid's barely readable scribble.

Harry,

I just want to make sure you don't get yourself into any trouble this summer. I know you're going to Ron's, so just be careful. If you don't want his parents to find out what's going on, be on the lookout. I'll be joining you guys about a week before school starts. Oh, and Happy Birthday.

Love,

Hermione

He had saved the best for last. After he tucked her letter into its envelope and set it on Hagrid's, he picked up Ron's. He opened the envelope slowly and peeled the letter out from inside. He was so happy to see that writing that no one could really read but him.

Harry,

So glad you'll finally be with us! Well, with me, mostly. You'll be in my room. I haven't told Mum or Dad yet, so there's a cot in there for you, if you want it, you can use it. I hope the muggles have been treating you ok, they have haven't they? If they haven't, I'll come hex them or something, 'cus I'm of age now, you know? Ok, ok…just getting protective again. Well, Happy Birthday and I'll see you at midnight tonight.

XOXO

Ron

He smirked. Ron, being protective? Normally things were opposite. Harry finished getting dressed and rushed downstairs to breakfast…or what was left of it.

Harry was walking down Privet Drive chewing on his lip when one of his cousin's cronies hit him hard on the head from behind. He fell over and hit his hand on the pavement, he had put it out to stop his face from smashing. He rolled over and groaned. "Owwww…" Whoever had hit him had a malicious smile.

Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket, "Back off!" He heard footsteps running away and put his wand back. His hand searched the pavement for his glasses. Finally he found them and shoved them on his face. He couldn't go back home, so he walked to the park. His wrist hurt an awful lot, it could have been broken. Slowly, he rotated it until the major pain subsided. He went home when it started getting dark, which had to be around 9:30 or 10:00. Only about 2 hours until Ron gets here! He opened the door cautiously and saw Dudley eating popcorn and staring at the news. Vernon and Petunia were in the corner arguing. His aunt saw him and stopped to point.

Uncle Vernon walked over to him and stuck out a beefy finger. "You threatened to use…MAGIC! In my house, of all places. Well, I thought you bloody well knew that we were all aware you couldn't use magic out of school!"

"Stop!" Harry was enraged. "I'll be seventeen in less than two hours, and then I'm leaving. If you tick me off, I'll do something you won't like before I go. I'm not explaining anything else to you!"

His elephant of an uncle stared at him and walked away, looking frightened. Harry went up to his room to finish packing.

The clock beeped 12:00. Harry's heart raced. Ron would be here, any minute now. Soon, he heard the low rumble of the Ford Angelina. He peered out the window and saw the now red car fly up to the window. He threw it open, and checking that Ron was alone, leaned over and kissed him. "I missed you so much!"

"Me too, but grab your stuff so we can get out of here and never look back." Harry smiled and grabbed his trunk, his bag of letters, and Hedwig's cage. Ron took them and placed them in the back seat, then helped Harry into the car. Once he was in and the car was invisible again, he took no time making his move on him. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around him. He kissed him gently at first, and then got rougher and rougher. His tongue flew into Ron's mouth and the usual battle began. Both boys fought to let the other know they were more in love. Or was it lust?

Finally they were done making out. They began the journey back to the burrow.

Ron lugged his trunk up the stairs for him as he brought up his owl's cage and bag. They threw the stuff on the floor and climbed onto the bed to cuddle. Harry curled into Ron as he held his back. Ron kissed his head gently and rubbed his back. "I missed you so, so, so much!"

"Harry, you're not crying…are you?"

"No…" Harry leaned back and wiped his eyes. "I missed you too."

"It's almost 9:00, Mum will be up here to check on us."

"Don't…let's just…let's tell her."

"Harry, please, I'm not ready yet."

Ron kissed him on the cheek and Harry crawled down to the cot on the floor. No sooner had he stopped thinking about Ron and started thinking about sleep, did Mrs. Weasley come bursting into the room. "Oh, Harry! So glad to see you!"

You won't be glad to see me when you find out what's going on between your son and me.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley." He stood up and she wrapped her arms around him. She squeezed him tightly, and kissed him on the cheek. "It's so good to have you here, dear, and happy birthday."

"Thank you."

"Well, I'm sure you're both tired from the trip last night, I'll tell everyone to give you at least a few hour's rest, but I hope to see you at lunch."

"G'night mum."

"Goodnight Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh Harry, call me mom, and goodnight boys."

Ron's mom walked out of the room and Harry crawled back up onto the bed with Ron. "Harry, what're you doing?"

"You heard, she'll keep everyone out for a while."

"Ok, ok…"

Harry climbed on top of Ron and straddled him. He leaned down to kiss Ron, as Ron grabbed Harry's hips. Harry kissed a trail of kisses down his boyfriend's cheek, stopping only to take off Ron's shirt, and continued kissing down his collar bone, chest, and happy trail. He stopped at the top of his pants and looked at Ron enquiringly. Ron's eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. He stared suddenly at Harry, "Why…Why'd you stop?"

"So this is ok?"

"Yeah…"

Harry pulled off his own shirt before continuing with Ron's pants.

They had finally fallen asleep. Clothes were strewn all over the room and Harry snuggled into Ron's chest under the orange Chudley Cannon comforter. He unconsciously rubbed his hand on Ron's back and the other lay tucked under his side. Ron had encompassed him in a great hug, which wrapped around his back and rear end. This was bliss but it couldn't last long.

"Mom, let us go see Harry!"

Ron woke, startled by the sound of Fred's (or was it George's) voice. He tried to gently wake Harry, but couldn't. He grabbed his wand off his nightstand, gathered all their clothes and tucked them under the bed, then he pulled the blanket up to his chin trying to make Harry and unnoticeable as possible. Fred threw open the door, "Ron, where's Harry?"

"Erm…" he felt Harry's hand on his thigh and heard him murmur his name.

"Uh, haven't a clue, did you check the bathrooms?"

"Merlin, Ron, there's 6 of them, I thought I'd check the most obvious place first."

"Ron…" Harry whispered his name, while he rubbed his stomach.

"What was that?"

"What was what? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hey! What's that lump under you bed-spread?"

"What lump?"

"Blimey Ron, don't play dumb, did you bring some girl home?"

"Not exactly." Ron went flush with the embarrassment of being discovered and the pleasure of Harry kissing his side.

"Well then?"

"Close the door."

"Ok…"

"Promise you won't tell anyone? Not even George?"

"Not George?"

"Not George."

"Ok, well, what is it?"

Harry had now stopped licking him, and was breathing hard. "No, don't…" he was whispering into Ron's armpit.

"I…me and Harry…"

"You and WHO?"

"Harry…" Ron back away from Fred sheepishly.

Fred lowered his voice, "Tell me there's more, like you two found some chick?"

"No…Harry and I have been…I guess you could call it dating…"

"What? Bloody hell Ron. Is that him?" Fred pointed to the lump on his bed which now seemed to be shaking.

"Y…Yes…"

"Oh, sick! In mum's house?"

"Where else, Fred?" Ron was now angry.

"I'm sorry…I just, I just don't get people like you two. I won't tell anyone, but that doesn't mean I approve."

"I don't expect you to," Ron snapped, "just keep your ruddy mouth shut!"

Harry poked his head out from under the cover and Fred saw his naked top half.

"Hello Fred…"

"Are you naked?"

"Well…"

"Oh, sick!"

He turned and slammed the door. Ron turned to Harry smiling, "Well, that went better than I thought."