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"Harry, are you okay?"

Harry looked away from Ron and up at Hermione. She furrowed her brow and leaned over the table, "Harry, are you paying attention?"

"No…Sorry." Harry looked away and then back at her, she rolled her eyes before smiling.

"God it's like old times, you know paying attention to what I'm saying." Hermione laughed and pushed away her banana smoothie. "As I was saying…We, Charlie and I are planning an engagement party. We want you to come but Charlie feels obligated to invite Ginny. The rest of the family really wants to make up with her and if we don't invite her everyone's afraid that it'll just push her away even more." She paused and bit her bottom lip, "What do you think about her coming to the party? Do you think you'll be okay with her there?"

Looking down at his hands and then peeking up, under his lashes over at Ron, Harry nodded, "Yes."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

Hermione let out a long, low breath and smiled, "Oh Harry thank you, you've no idea what that means to me. It'll help mend things between the Weasley's and we all want that don't we?" She hummed happily, and reached for her smoothie, and took a long sip. "Will you be bringing anyone?"

"I'll just be going with Ron."

"Oh…Okay." Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked over her shoulder at Ron who was laughing with Charlie at bar of the ice cream shop. "I've been meaning to ask you…How are things with Ron, you know living with him and dealing with your situation?"

Blinking rapidly, Harry cocked his head to the side. Hermione sensed his blankness and leaned forward, "Um… Merlin Ron's better at this than I am. Is your…friendship good?"

"Yes."

"And everything is still normal between you too?"

Harry stared at her, ignoring the images of Ron kissing him that had floated up into his mind. He opened his mouth to struggle with an answer but was luckily interrupted by Ron suddenly next to him, smiling as he said, "Normal between whom?"

Her face flushing red, Hermione shook her head, "Huh? Oh, nothing."

Charlie sat next to Hermione and gave her a slightly scolding look, "So Harry did Hermione talk to you about the engagement party?"

"Yes."

"What about the engagement party?" Ron sat next to Harry and casually draped his arm over the back of his chair.

"Er...Well…Why don't you tell him Charlie I think I'll go visit the lady's room." Hermione flushed red and pushed away from the table, hurrying away.

"Wait..." Charlie shook his head as she rushed away and looked back at Ron who was raising an eyebrow at him. "Well, Ron um…Hermione and I are going to invite Ginny to the engagement party."

"What? After the way she treated Harry? Why on Earth would you invite them both?" Ron jumped up and scowled at his older brother.

"But mate…Harry's okay with her being there."

Ron whipped around to look at Harry, "Harry?"

Searching Ron's blue eyes Harry looked down, "Ron…she's your family."

Sitting heavily, Ron leaned in and whispered, "Harry the way she treated you…"

"I don't have feelings Ron." He reminded his best friend softly.

Looking shocked the red head leaned away, "Yes, you do."

"No."

Charlie cleared his throat anxiously and sighed in relief when Hermione suddenly appeared next to him, looking nervous, and asked "Everything sorted?"

"I think so…"

The rest of the outing was quiet and awkward, with Ron staring determinedly at his hands, Harry unable to really participate in the conversation and Hermione and Charlie wondering what was going with the two men. When they finally said goodbye to each other, Hermione pulled Harry aside and told him that if he needed time away from everything her and Charlie always had a place for him at their flat. Harry nodded at her and watched them leave.

Ron stepped up behind him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "I know you have feelings Harry…We're going to find them." His breath tickled his ear as he spoke.

Turning in his arms, the brunette stared into his eyes. Ron stared back steadily. Harry felt the odd, small tug in his stomach and pushed his face into his best friend's neck, "Home."

Nodding, the redhead spun in place and the popped back into their flat. Ron backed him up into the door and pushed his hair lightly out of his eyes. His blue eyes traced the curls in Harry's hair and he breathed out, "I love the way you're hair is so soft, despite looking like you just crawled out of bed." He lightly pulled at one of the curls and leaned in to breathe in the scent, "It always smells amazing too, no matter what you've done all day."

The savior gripped Ron's shirt and when the man pulled back to stare at his lips, he closed his eyes instinctively. His mouth moved along with the kisses now, but his body still refused to grow aroused. No matter how Ron touched his body with soft, seeking fingers, and no matter how passionately he was kissed, his body would not get heated and excited.

His best friend wasn't discouraged however, after every failed attempt to arouse him, he would promise Harry that no matter what, they would get his emotions and feelings back. Harry always nodded, agreeing to stick with the plan. To be honest, the look in Ron's eyes after they kissed, the almost otherworldly happiness, caught his attention as much as the clouds he watched so much did. The blue was always dazed and foggy after, like he'd gotten lost somewhere in the middle of the kissing and had to take a moment to recover.

Lips covering his brought him back out of his thoughts and he cocked his head to the side. Ron's hand was cupping the back of his neck, while his other hand reached between them to blanket over Harry's lower stomach. They kissed for several long moments before Ron shivered and the hand covering the brunette's stomach was suddenly pushing aside Harry's long-sleeved sweatshirt and leather jacket. The moment his hand touched warm skin, Harry could hear him swallowing hard and leaned forward to press their lips together once more.

Mumbling around lips, Ron whispered, "Harry…Feel me here, feel me."

The odd tug in his stomach bounced in his stomach and Harry reached up to pull at fiery red hair. Ron moved away from his mouth and his lips attached to the younger man's neck, nipping and soothing with soft kisses. His hand was moving up, his nails scratching lightly on the man-who-lived skin. His fingers tweaked a nipple before rolling it to hardness lightly. Suddenly his body was pressing completely into Harry's and he could feel the Ron's hard cock pressing into his own groin. His eyes snapped open and he met a blue eyed gaze.

Ron's voice was hoarse, his eyes soft, "Harry…Feel what just being next to you does to me." He pushed his hard on in between Harry's legs and hissed, "I want you hard and pressing into me. Can you close your eyes and imagine our cocks, hard and pressing into each other?"

Harry did as he was told and as much as his clinical mind could handle imagined Ron, naked and on top of him. Dragging their hard cocks along each other, his own face screwed up with pleasure, moans of the redheads name dropping out his mouth as he bucked upwards. He could feel his mind losing the image and tried to hold on too it just a bit longer. He pictured Ron sitting up, straddling his waist and closing his hand over it. He began to move up and down, his eyes filled with lust.

An amazed gasp snapped him back to reality and he stared at Ron. The man was staring at him in wonder, his eyes happy, and crowed out "You smiled."

"No…" Harry shook his head.

"Yes you did! You smiled!" Ron beamed and kissed him swiftly before pulling back, "Granted it was a tiny smile, very little, but you did smile Harry!"

He let Harry stare at him blankly for a long moment before playfully rolling his eyes, "Come with me…We're going to get that smile back." Then he was leading Harry to the couch before playfully kissing him for the rest of the night. As always they ended up in the redhead's room, lying on his bed, Ron spooned up close behind him, an arm protectively around his waist.

Harry stared into the night, listening to Ron sleeping behind him. His mind kept dragging up the memory of Ron beaming and telling him that he had smiled. It wasn't possible, because to smile you had to be happy and happiness was an emotion that he didn't have any more. Ron had been wrong, it wasn't possible. He closed his emerald eyes when the redhead cuddled closer to him and let himself drift off into sleep.

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Clenching the bedspread involuntarily, Harry looked down at Ron as the man licked the back of his knees, slowly and determinedly. Ron's blue eyes sparkled up at him, his eyes flickering to his fingers buried in the blanket. Lifting his head, he smirked, "Are you feeling that?" his fingers tickled the spot his tongue had been teasing only moments before.

"Physically…" Harry nodded.

His best friend grinned, "Then why are you clenching the bedspread like you're afraid it'll disappear if you let go, mate?"

Looking over at his right hand, buried in the blankets, Harry blinked. He hadn't even been aware of his hands gripping the soft blankets on Ron's bed. Releasing the blanket, his fingers felt sore as he straightened them, like they'd been in that position for quite awhile. A sharp nip on his calf, made him look down at Ron again and he laid his arms straight out at his sides.

Ron raised an eyebrow at him but leaned back down. He kissed a slow path up Harry's legs to his thighs before nuzzling his face in his groin. Sighing warm air across his still limp cock, the redhead spoke softly, "One day I'll feel you hard and needy. One day…"

Reaching down, Harry pulled lightly on Ron's hair and the man took the hint and climbed up his body, dropping random, kisses across his body. Ducking down, he pressed his lips into Harry's, tasting of the man's own sweat and skin. Moaning lightly when Harry opened up for him to tease his tongue with his own, Ron pulled his knees up, placing himself in between Harry's body.

Harry spread his legs just a bit more, knowing what was coming and sure enough Ron was soon nestling his cock in between Harry's leg, flush up against, his balls and ass. They'd tried this before, and Ron would swear for hours afterwards that he had seen a glimmer of lust back in his eyes. Harry couldn't deny that the tug in his stomach would get a little stronger as he watched Ron's face as he tried to will him into feel the same pleasure that he was experiencing. He hadn't told anyone about the tug in his gut, because even he didn't know what it meant, and some days it would disappear completely.

There was one thing he'd never seen or that they'd never done during their exercise. Harry had never seen Ron orgasm. The man simply would not allow himself too. Ron would literally cut off his pleasure on the peak of coming and force himself down from the high instead of allowing the pleasure to ride out intensely.

A low moan, gained Harry's attention and he stared up into Ron's eyes as the man shoved his hips forward; humping him forcefully enough for it almost to be like the real thing. The blue eyes he was staring into shuttered closed and Ron leaned down to bury his face into his neck, suckling and biting lightly before soothing the bites with strokes of his tongue. The feel of Ron's cock pushing into his ass and own limp cock, had Harry automatically lifting his hips to match the thrusts. His actions forced a groan out of the man on top of him and he studied the way Ron's eyelashes fluttered repeatedly and almost too quickly to really be noticed.

Reaching between them, Ron was about to slip his hand into Harry's underwear when a loud knock on their front door, startled him so much that he sat straight up. Taking several deep breaths, Ron's brow furrowed, his hands fixing his hard cock. He glanced at Harry, "Do you know of anyone supposed to stop by today?"

"No." Harry turned his head towards Ron's bedroom door and stared at their front door, directly across the hall.

The knock came again, more persistent this time and Ron slid off the bed, pulling up his pants, hopping a little as he did and rolled his eyes before smiling at Harry, "God you look amazing right now…Yeah, you stay here okay. I'll see who it is."

"Okay." Harry nodded and dropped his head back onto the bed. He reached down to pull the blanket over himself. He was all of a sudden very cold.

Ron gave him one more once over before letting out a regretful sigh and walking out the door, pulling it almost all the way closed as he did. Harry listened to him unlock the front door before saying in a loud shocked voice, "Hermione, what're you doing here?"

"Yes, hello Ronald, nice to see you too, oh I'm fine, how are you?" Hermione replied sarcastically, Harry could almost imagine her rolling her eyes at the redhead in front of her, "I've come to take Harry too lunch, where is he?"

Looking at the not quite shut door, Harry pulled up and zipped his pants. He listened to Ron as the redhead answered Hermione, "I think he's taking a nap. You really should have owled or flooed ahead of time Hermione."

"He won't mind Ron. I'm sure he's hungry."

Harry heard her moving to his bedroom, right next to Ron's and then Ron's quickly moving feet before all footsteps stopped. "Ronald what is wrong with you?" Hermione sounded annoyed, one of her feet tapping impatiently.

"ER…You can't bother him! You see he hasn't been sleeping well."

Harry stared at the door, one hand picking at the blanket. He and Ron were quiet for a long moment before Hermione sighed, "He hasn't? Why didn't you tell me sooner Ron? I can get him a sleeping potion."

"I didn't think of that…He just needed a nap today I'm sure he'll be fine." Ron said, his voice growing edgier.

"Oh, well I suppose I should have asked ahead of time instead of just assuming."

"Yeah, but how about we all go out to lunch tomorrow, just Harry, you and I?" Now Ron sounded like he felt bad for lying. Which knowing him he probably did.

"Oh okay, that sounds fine. I was really hoping to speak to Harry alone but okay."

"What did you need to speak to him about?"

"Don't be nosy Ronald." Her voice sounded close now, "I'll see you both tomorrow around one then."

The front door opened and Ron called out, "Yeah, yeah see you tomorrow." The front door shut and locked and then Ron opened the door and stepped into the room, "It was Hermione. I hope you didn't want to go to lunch with her." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "I feel bad for lying to her, but you know…She really does need to learn not to assume so much. Hate doing it to the girl but it's for her own good, really."

"Tomorrow?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, we'll take her out to lunch tomorrow to make it up to her." Ron sat on the bed next to him and ran an unconscious hand down Harry's leg, seemingly to soothe himself and Harry.

Harry watched Ron think for several long moments, almost unable to look away from the man's face. He seemed to be doing some very serious thinking. His eyes were clouded, like he was lost in thought. Harry lightly ran his fingertips up Ron's spine and the redhead shivered and turned to look at him, "Sorry, I was just thinking."

Ron stretched out next to him, opened Harry's arms and crawled into their embrace before relaxing. "I was wondering…How did you know that I liked you in the first place?"

"The way you were always looking at me. You used to look at me like I was indescribable, like I was perfect." Harry answered, remembering back in their fifth year when he'd realized that Ron was attracted to him. At first he hadn't known what to do about it, so he had just ignored it hoping eventually his best friend would get over his little crush or whatever it was. Over time, he hadn't even been aware of the lingering glances and unnecessary touches, they had just become a part of their friendship.

Ron's fingers absentmindedly played with his hair, the redhead's blue eyes trained on his, "You are perfect Harry."

"No…"

Fingers captured his chin and Ron forced him to look into his eyes, the blazing look was back, "Yes you are Harry. You're just…A little lost right now. But I'm going to find you. Do you hear me? I'm going to find you and you'll feel again."

Harry's small tug in his gut grew huge for the briefest of moments, forcing him to close his eyes, but then it was gone and he was looking through blurry eyes at his best friend. Ron was gazing at him with joy in his eyes. His fingers leaving Harry's chin, he dragged them up his cheek. Pulling his hand away he held up his hands, a shiny wetness dripping down them.

Tears. They were tears. Harry wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and pulled it away too gaze at them too. He made a small noise and then Ron's soft voice was saying, "You going to tell me that those aren't tears this time? This time I have proof. You're still in there Harry. We just have to unbury you."

"Ron."

"I'm here love." Ron wrapped himself around Harry, but pulled himself up so that Harry could tuck into him and curl up surrounded by his arms.

*

"Harry seems different…"

Ron glanced up at Hermione and rolled his eyes at her dramatic, stage whisper. "Yeah well I told you I've been working with him, trying to get his emotions back."

"Oh? And how've you been doing that?"

"You know…simple exercises and such."

Hermione's eyes gazed into skull and he scowled when he looked back up, "What Hermione?"

"I just…You seem different too, happier."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"No of course not…"

"But?"

"But why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

"Merlin Hermione, do you want me to be depressed?" Ron snapped at her, glancing over at Harry, who was pulling his shoes off. They'd just gotten back from lunch with Hermione who had insisted that they walk to the bistro she'd wanted to try.

"No! I was just curious…Never mind me." Hermione flushed red and stared down at her feet.

Looking over her shoulder, Ron smiled at the sight of Harry lying back on the couch. His sweater riding up his abs. Harry locked eyes with him and then glanced at Hermione before looking back at him. An edge of arousal spiked through Ron's body and his lips twitched, "Didn't you say Charlie was waiting for you Hermione?"

Hermione gasped, "Oh my! Yes I really have to go!" She pulled her purse over her shoulder and hugged him lightly, "Thank you for lunch and it was good seeing you." As she hurried to the front door she swung down to hug Harry, "I'll see you at the party tomorrow Harry!"

"Bye Hermione!" Ron called after her. He waited for the door to click shut and smiled. Kicking off his shoes as he walked towards the couch Harry was on. Ron watched Harry's eyes lock on his as he ducked down to sit next to the couch on the floor. Reaching over and brushing the thick black hair back off Harry's forehead, Ron looked across the man's face, "She's observant isn't she."

"Yes, she is."

"You think I should have told her, about us…Er I mean about our um…exercises?" Ron blushed fiercely and looked away.

Harry blinked rapidly and Ron realized that he had to reword his question. "Is it wrong of me not to tell Hermione how we're helping you?"

"No." Harry shook his head and instinctively leaned into Ron's fingertips on his cheek.

"Well you wouldn't lie would you?" Ron laughed and leaned over to kiss him softly.

"No."

They kissed for awhile before Ron pulled back with a grumble, "Damn, we have to go to that bloody engagement party tomorrow. I would rather just stay in and…" His lips pulled up into a very Slytherin smirk, "Help you exercise."

"Hermione wouldn't be…Happy." Harry replied softly, his lips twitching upward for just the briefest moment.

Amazed at the smallest signs that Harry was slowly getting better, Ron brushed the pad of his thumb across Harry's full bottom lip. "Harry…" unable to stop himself he climbed onto the couch and held himself above his best friend's body. Dropping down, he claimed Harry's lips in a passionate kiss. The man opened up for him almost immediately and he slipped his tongue in, taking Harry's taste into his mouth. Harry kissed him back with as much passion that a man who had no emotions could, the kiss was exciting, sweet and hot as hell but he couldn't imagine what it would be like to kiss Harry when he finally did get his emotions back.

Just the thought made his groin tighten and had a low groan building in his throat. Working his hips and legs in between Harry's, he pushed his erection into his groin and rubbed forcefully. Sweat beaded up on his forehead and cool fingers wiped it away. His eyes opened and he caught Harry studying him, "Harry…?"

"You never come." Harry stated simply, pushing his hips up and into Ron's incoming thrust.

Ron faltered for just a moment, "No I don't let myself. I…I don't want to come when you can't Harry…I want to come at the same time or after you. I love… I just want you to feel me too."

"I might never come."

"You will Harry…And even if you don't I'll be by your side always." Ron smiled sweetly and kissed him on his forehead, cheeks, chin and then softly on his lips.

Pushing his hips in, Ron reached in between their bodies and cupped Harry's groin. His hand squeezed what even soft was an obviously well endowment. He'd seen Harry's cock before, of course he had. They'd shared a room for more than six years, including summers during the summer, there was no way he wouldn't have seen it. He knew it was big, thick and just fucking beautiful, the things of dreams. Well of his dreams anyway. The first time he'd seen it he'd been thirteen and he'd been obsessed with it from that moment on. Over time he not only lusted after his best friend but had fallen in love with the man. He was witty, charming, brave, gorgeous, and unfailingly kind. He was absolutely perfect. And Ron would never love anyone other than Harry Potter.

The moment he'd realized that Harry had lost his emotions had been of the worst moments in his life, besides watching Harry face off with old lord snake head that is. 'That' had been the scariest moment of his life. But when the Medi-witch at St. Mungo's had told them he'd lost his emotions he realized that he might never have the chance of Harry returning his feelings.

Ron promised himself he would do everything in his power to help his best friend return to himself, return to the man he loved. And he would. Because he come to comprehend that even if Harry wasn't his same exuberant and passionate self, he still loved him, no matter what, no matter how ill or damaged, Ron would always love him the most.

"Ron." Harry's voice called to him, like from a distance.

Blinking, Ron looked down at him, "Harry love."

This time the smile on Harry's lips lingered for longer than a moment. It stayed for almost an entire minute, and he just stilled and gazed down at the smile, not able to look away. It was the smile he'd always loved. It was a Harry Potter smile, small and almost embarrassed. The first smile that the man had ever aimed at him the day he'd step onto that train and had asked to sit in his compartment.

When the smile faded away, and the blankness replaced it, Ron noticed Harry rubbing his lower gut gently and frowned, "Are you hungry Harry?"

"No."

"Stomach hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are you rubbing your stomach?"

Harry stopped himself from rubbing and tipped his head to the side, instead of answering he pushed himself up and lightly kissed Ron's lips, clearly waiting for Ron to pick up where they'd left off. Groaning almost inaudibly the redhead grinned and gave into what Harry was unconsciously asking for. He would wait forever for Harry to get his emotions back if that's what it took. He loved the man to damn much too just give up like his stupid bint of a sister had. He would be faithful and wait. For now he could take the slow and steady improvement he saw growing inside Harry, that he felt when they kissed and touched, or even talked to each other.

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