Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter at all, in any way shape or form. At all. As in never. /cries/
R&R PEOPLES!
Enjoy the Rorryness!!!
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"Maybe we c-could try it, you know. J-Just the one time?" Harry stammered.
"Yeah."
"I m-mean we d-don't have to, if you d-don't w-want to."
"S'okay. We'll just see if there're any sparks." Ron and Harry sat uncomfortably next to each other on the floor beneath the window of the Sixth-Year Gryffindor Boy's dorm, making quick side-glances every few seconds.
Ron shifted so that he was leaning closer to his best friend since first year, then suddenly was on his knees in front of him.
"R-Ron? Wha-?" he stumbled over the words, looking down with red creeping up onto his cheeks.
"Shh.." he cooed softly, cupping Harry's chin and lifting his face up. Ron stroked the unruly locks of black hair off his potential boyfriend's forehead.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep, shuttering breath. "Ron?"
In response, Ron scooted forward between Harry's legs and placed his hands on each side of Harry's red face.
"Ron?" he squeaked, now blushing horribly.
"You sure about this?"
After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever, he nodded shakily.
So, the red head leant down slowly and gently pressed his lips to Harry's.
Bliss.
"This isn't anything near sparks." He gasped, out of breath from the length of the kiss.
"No, of course not." Harry chuckled, "This is fireworks."
Then he pulled Ron down on top of him and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's waist, and continued to French him enthusiastically.
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Heeheee, I wrote this in my Science classroom when everyone else was researching in our textbooks. I'm awesome. The teacher even complemented me on my notes afterwards, because I somehow managed to do both at the same time!
YAY ME!
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