I do NOT own Harry Potter, I just like the gay boys.
I'm in love with you, just not IN love with you
Harry also couldn't move his mouth to tell Ron to get off of him because something incredibly warm and soft was pressed up against them. Harry moved his mouth and he could tell that Ron's lips were chapped.
RON'S LIPS WERE CHAPPED!!!???
HUH!!!!
Harry regained control of his body and pushed Ron away from him. He couldn't see, but he got the distinct impression that his eyes were most likely crossed from trying to focus. Jittery hands gave Harry back his glasses and the world came back into focus again, despite the roaring blood in his ears, and the jitters in all his movements.
Ron's face was red, bright red, so red his hair was put immediately to shame. "I... uh... I..." Ron stuttered.
Harry shook his head, sort of like he was trying to shake water off. "It's...," Harry took a deep breath and sighed again, "It's O.K. I could sort of tell that you lost balance from the weight you put on my shoulders."
"I'm sorry. Hermione bumped into me and I, errm... sorry."
The two of them looked at Hermione. She had tears in her eyes and was positively beaming with joy.
"I... uh... I... I didn't know. I'm so happy for you two. I didn't mean to interrupt." Here face was flushed with small tears in her eyes.
Uh oh. Harry's and Ron's face fell. Harry immediately, out of habit because being a celebrity meant strange stalkers, looked around but saw everyone working diligently on their plant, or rather fighting heroically against their plant. "Thank god, no one saw." Ron heard that come from Harry's mouth and he sighed in relief.
Unknowingly it only worsened the problem. Hermione smiled widely and winked at them. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." Hermione then giggled and scurried off to go back to work on the plant.
Ron looked positively frightened. "Harry... what did she mean by that?" Harry looked at Ron with a rather fearful face as well.
"I dunno Ron, but I don't think it's good." At the moment however Professor Sprout waved them over to go work with Hermione. The little issue could wait because they had more pressing matters of trying to fend themselves from a nibbling plant.
Harry carried Ron's bookbag for him, Hermione walked ahead, lecturing on pretty furiously about how irresponsible it was to have a piece of bacon wrapped in a napkin in his back pocket.
Ron hobbled. His right ass cheek hurt. He's just lucky that having a robe as part of a uniform meant that he could lose the back pocket of his trousers and still be covered.
But before going to see Madam Pomfrey he wanted to get a pair of clean, not with any big bite holes on the ass, trousers.
It was pretty painful for Ron to get up the stairs to enter Gryffindor tower. The large step to enter the common room was pretty painful as well, the smaller steps to get to the actual dorm room felt like hell.
Ron stopped walking and flopped himself face first on his bed after opening the curtains around it. Harry walked to his bed and deposited the book bags on the floor in the middle.
Ron groined in pain. "Harry."
"Yes Ron." Harry was sitting on his bed setting his wrist watch for 20 minutes until lunch time.
"Harry. My ass hurts."
"I could assume Ron." Harry started laughing again, rolling backwards onto his bed clutching his stomach.
Class had gone fine, except for the last five minutes when Ron turned around to borrow an extra water spray can from the table behind him and gave the plant, which actually attempted to go behind him all class before hand, an ample target to aim for, especially when he dropped the can and bent over to pick it up.
Bending over to reach a can on the floor all Ron knew was that all of a sudden something clamped onto his butt cheek hard, he screamed, it let go, and everyone in class was laughing while the professor ran basic diagnostic tests and a simple healing spell that would get him far enough to Pomfrey for the real medical help.
Still face-down on his bed Ron kicked his shoes off and tried to get up enough to undo his trousers and get new boxers and pants but the pain was just too much. Ron was really only successful in getting off his belt and undoing all the snaps.
"Harry. Help me up. Please?" Harry finally got over laughing enough to help Ron stand again. Ron tried to push his pants down but it hurt to bend forward. Ron pouted. "Could you also help me get my new pants please." Harry sighed and picked out Ron's underwear and pants from his closet/cabinet combo. Harry actually picked up Ron's underwear with the tips of his thumb and index finger, and tossed it to the bed, causing it to actually land on the floor.
"Gee thanks." Ron then slid off his pants, and wiggled out of this underwear. Harry laughed at that too, though he spent a majority of the time looking away.
The underwear being on the floor actually helped Ron because he was able to just step into the proper leg holes... but then he couldn't bend down to pick them up... he could try, couldn't he?
Ron pressed his hand hard against his ass cheek, as if to hold it in place while he slowly, and with a whimper, bent over to pick them up. Harry looked over to see what was taking so long when he got a bird's eye view of the damage.
Harry whistled. "Ron, your ass has teeth marks in it."
Ron grumbled. "I know. I felt them. ALL."
"Hold on." Harry pulled his wand out of his back pocket and poked the center of the bite mark. Ron went owe.
It was unfortunately while doing that the rest of their dorm mates barged in, demanding to see the ass in question. Harry let them, and Ron flipped them all off, daring them to kiss his ass.
Seamus at that moment just had to add in, "And make it better." All the boys laughed and Ron finally worked his way slowly back to standing pulling his boxers on, all good and proper.
"You all are a bunch of ass holes."
Seamus was going to add something else but Dean beat him to the punch. Ron flipped them all off again, the two finger salute flying high.
"O.K. Since all you worthless scum are done gawking, would anyone help me pull up my trousers please?"
Then almost as immediately as they came, they left. Harry shrugged his shoulders.
It was actually when Harry was helping Ron dress that Hermione walked in, then walked back out, face red.
No, she didn't see anything, but she thought she saw something.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Damn. We are really going to have to talk to her." Harry nervously ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it backwards and making it messier.
"The question is now, will she listen?"
Ron looked at Harry like was crazy. "Listen? We'll make her listen. Damn it. I was actually just working up the nerve to finally ask her out before that prick does but now he's not going to feel threatened because I'll just be her over-protective gay friend!" Ron narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry. "Harry."
Harry felt a little bit intimidated by Ron's new ferocity, so he stayed quiet.
"You're gonna have to help me out with this."
And inwardly all Harry thought was, "Oh crap."
UH OH indeed.
I guess some people were shocked by that last one, in fact I even changed the characters to make it seem like it was, but no, this is a platonic Ron and Harry friendship fic with romance hopefuls for the two of them. Ron is desperately chasing Hermione and Harry... well... Harry will have some triangle action but no say yet on who's the winner.
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