There is a lot of chaning POV in this one. To really set you in in BOTH their feelings.

Harry POV

I hated myself for believing that Ron actually wanted me, I felt humiliated, exposed.

I gave him a part of myself, and he had just thrown it away.

I remembered how repulsed Ron had looked. I moaned.

I feel so embarrassed! My eyes started to fill with frustrated and humiliated tears.

Luckily for me, no one will see them, because it´s raining and I walk behind everyone else.

Ron had rushed out the train and Hermione had tried to keep up with him, asking what had happened.

I don´t want to hear Ron making fun of me. I heard Ron´s voice in my head.

"That fuckin gay tried to attack me!" I knew deep down, that Ron would never say that, but I felt so ashamed and angry.

My thoughts were disturbed by a weird noise, I looked up just to gasp and stumble backwards in surprise.

A big, winged, skeleton horse was attached to the carriage. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times.

"You´re not going mad." A blond girl behind him said, she had dreamy eyes and had radishes in her ears.

"I see them too." She smiled at me. I didn´t dare speak because my throat felt dry and brittle.

I sat down next to her in the wagon though I did keep my distance.

I looked down and frowned, my cheeks were stiff by the dried tears.

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal but to fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead. "

O looked around to see who she was speaking to, but there was nobody else there but him.

She didn´t look at me, but out the window.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She turned her head at me, and her big eyes looked dreamily at me.

"I´m Luna, and you´re Harry Potter."

I automatically covered my scar with my hair but fond that it wasn´t needed, Luna had already turned her head and started humming.

When we arrived at Hogwarts I sat down next to Seamus, who didn´t seem to notice my swollen, red eyes.

Actually he didn´t even look at me, and I didn´t want to attract attention, so I didn´t bother to say Hi.

I watched Luna as she sat down at the Ravenclaw table and thought about what she had said to mebefore.

Am I afraid of love? I am afraid to get attached to people, because it seemed that people only got hurt around me and if I was

hopeful, I would only get more disappointed.

I looked up and searched for Ron, and found him sitting a few people away from me.

His wavy, red hair covered his face in a beautiful kind of way.

He looked annoyed, while he rubbed his hands against his forehead, he didn´t even touch his food, and that´s saying something.

I sighed, I wonder what he´s thinking.

Ron suddenly turned his head, his eyes searching for someone and found him.

Our eyes met and Ron almost choked when he realized that I was looking at him.

His blue eyes lowered and his cheeks went red.

I guess it´s pretty obvious what he was thinking about. I must have made his life a living hell.

Pushing myself on him.

Laying the blame at myself felt better, it was less complicated, and it was kind of a bad habit from living with the Dursleys.

Ron POC

Is he still looking? I thought as I dared a second look at Harry. Fuck! He is.

I grabbed a toast from the table and started eating eagerly to cover up that I had watched him.

Hermione gave me a disgusted look and turned her back at him.

I didn´t look up again until Hermione poked me in the ribs and said that the feast was over.

I hurried out the hall, to keep up with her.

"uhh, why is he walking so fast, I want to talk to him!" Hermione said, looking at Harry who almost ran up the stairs.

She turned her head fast to me.

"How did it go with him by the way? Did you speak to him? What did he say?"

I frowned as I thought how he should answer her.

Even though I need someone to talk to about my confusing feelings, I don´t dare to.

If I am disgusted myself of how I feel , what wouldn´t Hermione think about me?

Though It couldn´t be true.

I´m not gay for real. I´m just confused, when I saw Harry´s crying face, saw him that vulnerable, I felt something , and my arms had moved by

themselves. Slowing down, making the moment intense, hot, and the hug had felt so... So soft. Not at all masculine.

Not at all like hugging a guy friend. It´s Harry´s fault! His tears, his crying were so confusing! I thought.

I kept finding excuses, cause I didn´t want to admit to myself what I am.

But I feel bad about how I treated Harry.

I had allowed Harry to enter my mouth, almost unconsciously, but when I had felt myself getting hard, I realized what I was doing, and ,my

mind took control of me again.

I had pushed him away in pure self-hatred and chock. But I can´t deny, even though I tried to push those thoughts away, that I had like kissing

him.

I had liked feeling his wild, raven-black hair between my fingers, liked hearing him moan in pleasure, liked his taste, his scent , everything about him.

No,no,no,nooo! Don´t think about it! I told myself.

Maybe I didn´t like it. I have never even kissed a girl! How could I know, if this is how it should feel?

Lost in thoughts I forgot to answer Hermione, and I didn´t even notice where my feet lead me. Which were to the boys dormitories.

I did however notice where I was when I opened the door

.

"LEAVE MY MOTHER AWAY FROM THIS, POTTER!" I heard Seamus scream.

I looked up to see both of then pointing their wands towards each others chests, breathing fiercely.

"Oi! What´s going on here?" I said looking at them wide-eyed.

I felt a sting in my chest and thought that maybe I had been hit by a spell, but then understood that I was worried for Harry.

Seamus however lowered his wand but roared: "He speaks ill of my mother!"

I tried to make eyecontact with Harry, but was unsuccessful, his eyes were stubbornly fixed on Seamus.

"It´s because she believes every word they are writing about me in The Daily Prophet!" Harry screamed.

His eyes were fierce and his fists tightened making the muscles in his arm flex.

His jaw was clenched and his usually smooth lines were now strong.

I haven´t seen this side of him before.

I don´t know where it came from, but it made me wanna pin Harry to the wall, bite him, scratch him, kiss him. Fuck his fucking brains out.

I made a sudden movement with my leg, but stopped myself right in time, and almost fell on the floor in the process.

Both Harry and Seamus turned their head at me, to see what the fuck I was doing.

"You know what? I don´t think I wanna share dormitories with Harry anymore, he´s crazy." Seamus said.

I tired to cool down my sudden movement by stomping the floor.

"That was mean, Seamus." I said, starting to get angry.

Seamus gave out a load snort.

"Mean, am I? Do you really believe all the shit that he´s saying about you-know-who, do you really believe he tells the truth? he asked me.

"Yes, I do!" I said angrily.

Seamus looked mockingly at me.

"Well, then you´re crazy to!" He said, and stormed out the room.

I glared at Dean and Neville, challening them to contradict me.

Dean look confused for a moment and then followed Seamus.

Neville on the other hand looked scared, but said.

"I believe you to Harry." before he left the room as well.

Harry seemed unwilling to look at me at first, but then raised his head and mumbled a "thank you." while he awkwardly pulled his sleeve.

It was quite funny (and sad) how Harry kept being polite, even though I had treated him like shit before.

I guess it´s another bad habit from living with those disgusting muggles.

His anger seemed to be gone, his face was once again soft and his eyes calm.

Though the feeling I had felt before lingered on, and my mixed feelings gave me a headache.

I massaged my temples while closing my eyes, to keep myself from seeing Harry´s intense green eyes.

"It´s cool, mate." I assured him.

We stayed silent for several minutes, so I jumped in chock when Harry suddenly spoke.

"We can´t just ignore whathappened on the train you know."

Harry POV

I don´t know where I got courage from, I had planned on doing just that.

Ignoring what happened. For Ron´s sak.

But some of the anger was still in me, and I´m tired of getting pushed aside all the time from everyone.

I need to sort this out, set things straight, I don´t care if it makes things even more awkward between us.

Ron didn´t say anything, he was still recovering from the chock of my sudden speaking.

I took the opportunity to get the most important question said, even though it was quite obvious.

"I´m gay, and I want to know if you are too, or if you are just playing with me."

Ron seemed taken by his straight-forward question but he didn´t run away, though his fingers pressed harder in his temples as he spoke.

"I-I dunno, okey? I´m just so fucking confused! You can´t just ask me that!" Ron shook his head in annoyance.

I wanted to push him further, I felt a sudden satisfaction of his helplessness.

"You did seem to like it though, or have you bought a new rat, who wandered across you groin ass we kissed?"

Ron´s ear went blood-red and I could almost see the steam bursting out of his head.

I had made him really angry, and I didn´t even care.

I smirked at him, cause I knew it would further upset him, and indeed it did, but I didn´t expect his reaction.

I felt a burning pain in my cheek, I raised a hand to touch the area where he had slapped me.

I was stunned, and unable to move. The raw feeling of wanting to hurt him was gone, and replaced by a new throbbing feeling in my chest, aswell as my crotch.

My breathing was strained when I meet Ron´s gaze again.

We stared at eachother both with a different kind of passion.

I bit my lip before I whispered.

"Again."

Ron didn´t hesitate, but raised his hand and slapped me once more.

I moaned in pain aswell as in pleasure. Our eyes met again.

"Again" My voice were hoarse and filled with passion, he noticed this and I saw his eyes changing to a passion similar to my own.

He hit me again and I felt the blood boil under my skin.

"Harder" I begged.

Ron teased me, instead of hitting me, he stroke his hand on the sore area.

"Harder" I whimpered.

The contrast of the soft stroke and the sharp hit, was to much for us both.

Ron POV

A latch was released from me and I felt no self hatred or repulsiveness when I pushed Harry on the bed and straddled him.

I stroked my thumb across Harry´s face and the redness on his cheek whitened when I moved my thumb across the sensitive area.

Our lips met for the second time that day, but unlike before, this kiss wasn ´t insecure or cautious. It was rough and hot.

Harry POV

I didn´t know Ron was dominant, but clearly he was, and I loved it.

I moaned when he bit my lip, demanding entrance, and when I teased him, not permitting it, he growled and bit even harder, making it bleed slightly, but still

I didn´t give in.

I drew my fingers through Ron´s wavy, red hair.

Enjoying the moment of victory, but then Ron thrusted his crotch against mine, hard, and I gasped in pleasure.

Ron smirked as his tongue tasted mine at last.

I didn´t complain, when I felt his breath hit me, it gave me goosebumps all over.

I tightened my grip of Ron´r hair, when he started working his way across my jaw, down to my ear.

I grunted loudly when he bit the soft skin behind my ear.

I couldn´t restrain myself any longer, I have to touch him.

How I have dreamed of this moment, I can´t let it pass, but I don´t want to move to fast either,

I´m still not completely sure if Ron would run away and leave me again.

I slowly moved my hands down Ron´s neck and started stroking his arms, and shoulders. So broad.

Then I moved down towards his waist and slipped a hand inside his sweater, and started pulling it up.

Ron who realized what I was up to raised his arms and let me remove it.

Then he continued kissing my neck, and then he ripped my shirt, the buttons flew across the room.

I watched his beautiful torso as he threw my shirt away.

I moved my hands up Ron´s waist up to his neck and down his chest towards his pants.

The whole time Ron watched him, as I had moved my hands up and down his body.

But when I reached his jeans-clad erection and eagerly started to stroke it, he growled and locked my wrists above my head and leaned over

me and panted:

" Take it slow."

I saw his eyes flicker like crazy, and understood that I had crossed a line.

I had been so caught up in the moment that I forgot that Ron was new to this.

I saw hesitation play in Ron´s eyes when he battled with the pleasure my hand had produced and a lifetime of heterosexual propaganda.

He raised his hands and rubbed his eyes to calm himself down.

I cautiously watched him and waited for him to run away, but he remained straddled on my hips still rubbing his face and closing his eyes firmly.

His breathing slowed down to a steady path.

I placed his hand on his waist and inhaled sharply before I spoke.

"Are you okay?" Ron had covered his face with his hands so I couldn´t see his reaction.

"uh-huh" Ron mumbled and then to my surprise, he started chuckling.

He removed his hands from his face and looked at me.

"Just a lot to process." He smiled.

We looked at eachother and then Ron started to chuckle again, deeper this time, and the movements made me moan loudly.

Oh god

This made him laugh even more, making me arch my back and thrust against him.

"St-stop laughing!"

I gasped. My voice was high pitched and Ron seemed to find that really funny, because he laughed even harder making tears burst out of his

eyes.

He pressed his hands against his belly and fell backwards on the bed.

His legs curled up and he rolled around in the bed laughing.

"Aaaaaah- my stomach! HAHA Can´t breathe!" He shouted.

I jumped off the bed and tried to cool down.

My cock throbbed ominous, and I used all my willpower not to jerk the living hell of myself.

"Not funny!" I said, to distract myself from my pulsating erection.

Though it isn´t easy to feel less hot when Ron is lying on the bed, shirtless, his muscles flexing under his sweaty skin, his face cracked up in a beautiful grin

and his soft red hair, wild ,from his fierce laughing.

His laugh was deep and sincere, and it sent a chill down my spine.

I sat down on the bed behind him and silently watched Ron as his laughing reduced gradually.

After a few failures Ron did at last manage to stop laughing and when he did, I looked at him and said.

"You done?"

Ron sat up and watched me. He seemed embarrassed now, and shy.

Not at all the dominant and rough guy he had been just minutes ago.

He scratched his head and looked away while smiled goofely.

"I kind of lost it." he said, and looked down, embarrassed.

"Well, you were great" I told him.

Ron smiled and blushed.

"Was I? It didn´t feel like me, and I don´t have any experience. It was like someone else took control over me...

Have you had someone? A ... Me?" He asked carefully.

I felt my heart sank. Not once have I thought about Cedric.

But now, the shame and guilt pushed back up the surface.

I turned my back to Ron.

"I´m tired. I want to sleep."

I lied down at the bed and pulled the blanket over my head.

My heart started to pound painfully and I felt the remorse filling me up.

I started to panic, I didn´t want to fall asleep, I don´t want to face Cedric´s dead body.

I don´t want to see his sad eyes as he tells me how I have failed him. How I had been unfaithful to him.

My head started pounding aswell, my mind were somewhere between dreams and reality.

I felt restless, I felt empty and unsatisfied in a way. I felt so much at once, but still nothing at all.

It was disturbing and painful.

I woke up screaming and sweating. I looked around, and found that I was alone.

Ron´s bed was empty, and it seemed that Dean and Neville hadn´t slept there at all.

I pressed my hands against my chest, to keep my heart from pounding but it didn´t stop.

All I could feel was hopelessness.

I wanted to cry but couldn´t , I wanted to scream, hit , hurt.

I wanted to do something, I want to feel something else then this hollowness.

I rose, and stood there, besides my bed, for what felt like hours, and then I heard someone opening the door.

Ron POV

I walked up the stairs to the dormitories, I had just been down in the library with Hermione, I didn´t wake Harry up.

It looked at he needed his sleep and it was Saturday, so he didn´t miss any school.

I reached the door and walked in, and saw Harry stand beside his bed, and his arms hang loose along his body.

He didn´t move when I walked in, neither when I sat down on the bed in front of him.

His face looked numb.

"Harry? U okay?" I asked carefully.

I rose up and reached my hand out to stroke his face but when my fingers touched him, he flinched and walk pass me.

"Yeah." He said, as he pulled a sweater over his head.

Then he walked out without as much as a lookback.

I accidentally wrote Ron´s acceptance in this chapter, It wasn´t meant to happen yet. But it did. Hmm, how did you like Ron as dominant? I have always thought of him that way. Well, Review please, I get really psyched when you do. In a good way