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It was a humid summers day as Harry and Ron went for a swim in the lake behind The Burrow. Ron had just gotten out of the water complaing about something along the lines of "I'm paler than the ghoul in attic Harry". Ron stretched out on the beach towel, his broad shoulders on touching the edges of the towel, his long legs hanging off the end of the towel. Harry could'nt help but take notice in Ron's well toned body, the water dripping off his six pack, his ass, good god his ass.
"Harry come lay with me" Ron said with hope in his voice, "your paler then me"
Harry was now verbally attacking himself for the erection he had received just looking at Ron's body. "Ron the waters to perfect, I don't want to get out." Harry said swimming further out into the lake, now his gut twisting for lieing to Ron. "He is your damn friend" Harry said under his breath, he then put his head under the water and screamed, tears mixing in with green water. Minutes latter Harry stumbled out of the water, stumbling on his own emotion. The sun was in the Western sky and it wasn't nearly as hot as it was only an hour earlier, that is temperature wise that is. Harry wished dearly that his head was under Ron's muscled arms, not only for the emotional comfort but but the sand that was mixed with gravel was not comfortable at all.
"Harry did you ever wonder how you would now when you where in love, what it would feel like"
"Yea sometimes" Harry replied feel his insides twisting yet again knowing that he had lied. In all honesty Harry had never had to wonder such a thing, he had loved Ron forever. From the first time he had allowed his eyes to lock with Rons in the first year, his heart had belonged to Ron. Harry shuddered, Harry knew he would never be with Ron, it was wrong. Even if it was socially acceptable Harry was nothing compared to Ron, he was the exact opposite of Ron, ugly, boring, and scrawny.
Ron stomach growled, interupting Harrys thoughts. Ron sat up and looked at Harry and said:
"Lets go get some food mate, I'm starving and I think there are some left over kippers from breakfeast"
Harry just nodded, he didn't talk very little around Ron, he wasn't ever sure if he could hold it all back, and he stuttered and hated looking like a fool.
Ron got to his feet in one jump and offered Harry his hand, Harry took Rons hand and pulled and tried to pull Harry to his feet but Harrys hand was still wet and he slipped. Harry saw the ground heading straight for his face and put out his hands and grabbed at anything to attempt to lessen the blow. Whatever Harry had grabbed was not helpfull for it fell to the ground with Harry. When Harry looked up blushing for his foolishness, he almost died, for there was Ron with his shorts around his ankles. Rons ears where redder then the time Harry walked in on Ron and Hermione makeing out and Hermione's top had "slipped off just secounds before". Harry allowed his eyes to wonder up the front on Rons body pausing for a secound to look at Rons penis. Harry then redirected his eyes to Rons nose beacuse Harry could not look Ron in the face.
"H-h-hey Harry can I have my shorts back please" Ron penis was now hard and Harry pretened not to notice and removed his hand form Rons shorts.
Harry just smiled at Ron and Ron smiled back.
Ron then turned on his heel and almost Ran back to The Burrow, leaving his towel in the sand.
Harry just let his head hit the ground.
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When Harry arrived at The Burrow he did a quick run through to make sure that everyone was still there and safe. George was now living there now that he had gotten out of St.Mungos. He still isn't quite rite ever seince Fred's death and Harry new that he was the one who had caused this. Ron was not the only Weasley in fact he looked none of them in the eyes, he had caused them so much pain, the loss of there brother, friend, buisness partner, comedian... Harry could never forgive himself for it.
"Harry My Dear!" Mrs Weasley said pushing Harry into a chair in the kitchen and handed him a plat of potatoes and roast beef with pumpkin juice to drink. "Thank you Mrs.Weasley" "Harry" she teased him by slapping him on the arm "you really must call me Molly"
Harry had not heard the last part for he was preparing himself to be hit again, when he realised that he would not be hit again he just smiled at Mrs. Weasley who smiled back. When Mrs.Weasley walked he allowed himself to relax a bit his muscles relaxing.
The rest of the night rushed by in a blur as Harry worked on his essay that he would send in with his Auror school application. Harry planned to be joining in the Winter, he could still join in the fall but he couldn't be away from the few people he still had to love for that long. As Harry climbed into his bed oposite of Ron he little out a whimper, he knew how close he wanted to be to run rite now. As Harry climbed into Rons bed he said to himself "Even Ron sleepwalks". However in the dark Harry could not see the smile that broke over Rons face as Harry slid his arm around Rons waist.