Sorry, this chapters pretty short compared to all the others, but it's just one of those ones I wanted to get over and done with once I reached the midpoint. Anyway, sorry for the long delay, exams and such. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, please review! : )


Harry blinked his eyes open, slowly growing accustomed to the unnatural darkness that filled the room. Twisting his head slightly, he squinted at the small alarm clock by his bed. Being used to the morning light in Gryffindor tower, Harry had to wait a few minutes longer until he could see where the hands on the clock face were. For a few moments, he thought they were missing and was simply staring at the white background of the clock face until he saw something move.

"Glasses would help, you dipstick" Harry muttered to himself. However, as he turned around to grab his glasses off the other bedside table, he found himself face to face with a freckly, ginger man.

"Shit" Harry breathed, too shocked to do anything but stare. In his groggy state, Ron lifted his arm and slowly traced his finger across Harry's jaw.

"Shit" he repeated.

Ron's eyes slowly fluttered open and met with those of Harry's.

"Shit" Ron whispered.

"Shit" Harry said in agreement before both boys jumped out of the bed and stared at each other. Ron was first to break the gaze and looked down Harry's body before looking back up at him. They stared at each other for a few more minutes before Ron inhaled heavily.

"Did you fuck me?" he said, his voice a few octaves higher than would be expected of a choir boy. "My ass feels like something exploded in it! SHIT FUCKEDY SHIT!"

Harry stared at him, a dumfounded expression plastered across his face.

"I bliddy well hope not" Harry said, his own vocal chords clearly trying to rival those of his best-friend-cum-lover-with-a-girlfriend-cum-supposed-sex-toy. Looking down, Harry saw something he had not wanted to look upon whilst in the presence of Ron, even if his fantasies had implied otherwise.

"That's one hell of an erection, I can give you that mate" Ron said, his voice deciding that such a high tone was clearly unnatural. Harry looked up at him from over the bed and laughed.

"I see I have competition though. Pity I didn't get to have a proper look at it yesterday in that shower."

"You didn't seem to mind not being able to see it when my mouth was wrapped around your-"

"RONALD WEASLEY! IF I HEAR ONE MORE PROFANITY FROM THAT OVERLY LARGE MOUTH OF YOURS THIS WEEK THEN I GUARENTEE I WILL NOT BE HAPPY!"

Harry and Ron froze as they heard Mrs Weasley storming down the stairs towards them. As if lighting had struck them both, they twisted and ran for their clothes which had, annoyingly, been flung everywhere in the unknown events of the previous night. Harry heard Mrs Weasleys footsteps on the landing outside his door as he pulled on his jeans. Thankfully, before whatever it was they had done that night, they had thought of locking the door. Harry watched Ron pull on a t-shirt just before the door was flung open and Mrs Weasley tucked her wand back into her waistband.

"I did NOT bring you up to use such foul language" she said, advancing on the pair who were still slightly flushed. "Now may I ask what possessed you to commit said act?"

Harry gulped, pretty sure he could hear Ron's heart beating violently against his ribs.

"Stubbed my bliddy toe is what! Nice to see your mother cares though isn't it?" Ron said stubbornly, making Harry silently grateful for his friend's accusatory tone.

"Well I don't care for the reasons. If I ever catch you swearing again then you'll lose a lot more than your will to live. Though I've heard that in a man's mind, losing what I'm think of chopping off is losing your will to live." Mrs Weasley said before dropping the scowl and turning to Harry.

"So dear, breakfast? I was planning on having a nice sit down after you's two whipped out the alcohol last night but after someone's shouting woke me up, I think that's out of the window."

"No it's fine, I think we were planning on a lazy morning ourselves...?" Harry replied, looking around at Ron to back him up.

"Yeah, feel like sh- sugar. Where's Hermione anyway?" Ron said, clearly hoping he'd get away with his quick recovery as he moved to sit on Harry's bed. Mrs Weasley however, simply laughed.

"Do you have no recollection of the past twenty four hours?" she asked. When they both looked at her confusedly she continued. "She has her own family, she's gone home to celebrate Christmas with them. Speaking of which, Merry Christmas Eve boys. Now, if you don't mind."

Harry watched her leave the room before turning round and sitting beside Ron on the bed.

"That, was fucking close" Ron whispered as he leant into Harry's neck. Harry wrapped an arm around his shoulder and held him close as he slowly leant back onto the bed.

"Pretty damn close. Let's do it again sometime" he said as Ron planted a kiss on his neck.

"Definitely. So, we have no Hermione, and a family who know where hung-over and want to have a lazy morning. I say we put a proper lock on the door and make the most of the opportunity."

"Sounds like a plan. But just because I get to spend the morning with you, does not mean I'm any happier about you still dating Hermione."

"I've told you, I'll sort it out. I can hardly just tell her I suck you off and that I was never really attracted to her in that way can I?"

"S'pose so. So, what were you saying about your ass hurting, because from the sounds of it, I've done more than let you suck me off."

"Yeah well, if only I could remember."

"Think how I feel, I didn't get to hear you scream my name as I abused you for the first time"

"Think how I feel! Knowing how drunk we apparently were, you probably just shoved it up there without any lube and without stretching me out. At least that's what it feels like. Anyway, I'd like to have felt our first time." Ron said, blushing and snuggling back into Harry's neck, muffling his voice.

"It's times like these that make me love you Ronald"

"Well, who can resist a red head?"

"Don't get your hopes up mate, I didn't go for you looks"

Ron looked up as Harry said this, clearly wondering whether Harry was joking, and whether he should feel hurt. Harry laughed at the puppy like expression on his face.

"Your bliddy gorgeous" Harry said, kissing a line down Ron's cheek with each word. "I could never resist the big red."

Ron laughed and kissed Harry's parched lips.

"But unfortunately, I have to go and get some breakfast. I can just hear those tomatoes crying out my name, and, as I said, I can't resist the big red."

"Bitch"

"You love me really"

"And don't you just love to keep reminding me of that!"

Harry laughed and stood up, heading for the doorway. Ron, noticing that he was about to be left alone, jumped up and raced around the room for something other to wear than Harry's top, which he was still struggling to pull on.

"I think I'm wearing yours" Harry said, pulling at the slightly too large top. "What are the chances of Molly guessing?"

"Please do not call her that! It makes you sound so-..."

"-more important than you?" Harry said with a smirk.

"Dick" Ron said, finally giving up with the top and throwing it at Harry, making them both laugh. Harry pulled off Ron's top and pulled his own on, before walking out of the room, Ron following closely at his heels.

"My ass still hurts you know" he whispered to Harry, making him smirk. "Feels like you attacked me with a bliddy baseball bat!"

"What can I say; I'm simply big that way"

"Didn't feel that big in my mouth the other day" Ron said, finally shutting up as they walked into the kitchen. George looked up from the Prophet and smirked, turning away to hide his laughter. Ron looked over to the mirror, looking for tell tale signs of secret sex. Harry however, simply sat opposite George and helped himself to some toast.

"How are you today Ronnykins?" George finally said.

"What do you mean? Since when have you ever been that bothered how I feel? Apart from when you want to try and set something off me. Well you can fu-"

"Language, young one. I simply wished to enquire how your lower regions were after last night."

Harry felt the colour drain from his face. Had they been heard the previous night? If they were as drunk as they suspected, then silence may be the last thing they had thought about.

"W- what?" Ron finally asked.

"After you fell over?" George said, clearly enjoying how little his brother could remember.

"He didn't fall over and you know it".

Ginny walked into the kitchen and sat beside Harry.

"Fine, after you fell over Crookshanks, who just so happened to be sitting right behind you" George corrected himself. However, upon the look Ginny gave him, he attempted the corrections again.

"Alright, I tripped you over, but it could hardly be classed as not being funny! You were flailing around like a windmill before finally crashing down!"

"Oh, that's what happened" Ron said, absent mindedly rubbing his behind as he moved to sit on Harry's other side.

"Well what did you think had happened? We all know that even the ghoul wouldn't abuse you in the night time."

"Funny aren't you"

"I do like to pride myself on my humorous abilities" H

"Pity you have nothing else to pride yourself on."

"I will have no arguing at my table!" Mrs Weasley said, breaking up the argument between her two sons. "Now then, eat your breakfasts and get upstairs, I have got a lot of work for you lot to do!"

"Sorry mum, I think you've forgotten what day it is" George said, smiling innocently up at his mother. "You see, today is Christmas Eve, you must have mistook it for Halloween."

"Don't you get cheeky with me young man! Maybe this will teach you to go shout the odds at such an early hour!"

"But that was these two prats. And anyway, I'm your favourite son, so I deserve special treatment."

"Yes I agree" Mrs Weasley said, making George smile to himself, "So as your special reward I'll let you do the work had planned for Ginny, because cleaning out the chicken coup is something for someone very special."

George let the smile slip off his face as Ginny scoffed into her cereal.

Mrs Weasley walked out of the room, leaving them sitting around the table in silence.

"Remind me not to come back here next Christmas Harry. I swear down, I'd rather spend Christmas alone with you then here when she's in a mood."

Harry's heart seemed to swell to twice its usual size. The images of himself and Ron, curled up in front of a fire in Grimauld Place, crept across his mind. He felt himself growing hard as they imaginary Harry pushed Ron onto his back on the rug, slowly crawling up his now bare chest, peppering his path with light kisses and nibbles.

Ron looked down at Harry's lap and felt his own arousal start growing. He made a mental note of what he had said, hoping he would be able to say it again that night, and generate the same effect.

George ate the last of his toast and folded away the Prophet, before standing and walking upstairs, presumably to his room. Ginny suddenly ducked under the table and emerged with Crookshanks before following George up the stairs, leaving her cereal half eaten on the table. Harry laughed and moved his arms, having covered his lap after George and Ginny had gone past. The house around them seemed silent, and Harry felt himself growing harder still as he imagined just what he could do to Ron.

"From the look on your face, and the way you keep looking from me to the table, I can guess what you're thinking" Ron said, smirking at Harry's powerless state.

"You want it just as much as I do" Harry argued.

"Yeah, but not here" Ron replied, making Harry frown as he continued his breakfast.

"Well then let's go upstairs?" he asked, making Ron laugh.

"I meant I don't want to do it in this house, with this family under this room!"

"Well then when can we?" Harry asked, clearly annoyed that Ron didn't want him.

"I want you Harry, fuck I want you, but it would just feel wrong. I'm sorry mate."

Harry felt himself sliding into thought, thinking about what Ron had just said. Were they doing the right thing? After all, they were just friends, and as much as they may have feelings for each other, which could just be pent up years of infatuation, and now Ron was cheating on his girlfriend for someone who may be a pure mistake.

Harry was brought back to earth when Ron placed a hand on his leg, rubbing it soothingly.

"I do love you, you know that don't you?" He said, as if he had read Harry's mind.

"Yeah, I know I'm just. I don't know. With Hermione and everything, it just feels, wrong."

"It'll be okay Harry, I promise."

Ron leant forward and kissed Harry. It was short, and simple, but it felt like all Ron's love was being channelled through those lips.

A day later, and all the chores completed, Harry kissed goodnight to Ron on the landing and moved into Percy's bedroom. He sighed as he heard Ron moved up the stairs, craving another night with him. Granted, he couldn't remember any of it, but the thought was still comforting. His eyes drooping after the events of the day, Harry pulled off his clothing, getting into bed with nothing but his boxers on. Almost instantly, Harry dropped off into an easy sleep.

"Harry love, it's Christmas."

Harry slowly blinked his eyes open and looked up at Ron's smiling face. Looking further around the room, Harry saw a small pile of presents at the foot of his bed. Beside the door sat a slightly larger pile of presents. Evidently, Ron had brought his own down to open them with Harry.

"I do love you Harry, you know that right?" Ron said, leaning down and kissing Harry.