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1.1.1.1 Chapter Nine



Outside, as the rain ebbed away, the two boys stayed as they were. Ron underneath Harry, his fingers entangled in raven-colored strands and Harry, relishing in Ron's loving strokes. Harry modestly opened his mouth to allow Ron's tongue to enter. Harry was lost in the moment. Finally, he could feel the lightweight of his tongue; he could now scrape the tiny buds, which produced a slight moan from Ron.

Ron was in total euphoria. He was snogging the boy who had turned his world upside down. Made him realize his true feelings. He was with Harry. In this close embrace, the both of them felt their sinful worries of their innocent surroundings melt away, leaving the two of them in a state of nothing but emotions of the most purest kind.

They soon broke away to catch their breath. Harry felt a wave of confusion wash over him. The voices told him he could never have Ron but here he is. Out of breath with his swollen, just kissed lips. Maybe everything they said wasn't right.

"So, I'm your crush?" said Harry sheepishly. Ron placed butterfly kisses up and down Harry's neck. He was trying to find the perfect place to mark him.

"Yes." Ron nipped at a spot under Harry's ear.

"Really?"

"Don't sound so surprised!" Ron looked into Harry's emerald orbs. "I've found you attractive since last year."

"There's nothing too great about me." Harry whispered as Ron went back to biting and sucking on his neck. When Ron finished he sat up with Harry in his lap.

"There is so much about you that is spectacular."

"No, there's nothing. Most people can't stand me. I cause too much trouble."

Ron placed a hand on either side of Harry's face. "Harry, you are not trouble. No one hates you. And if they do, then they are just jealous. You are a loyal, intelligent, brave, compassionate person."

"I make trouble. Where ever I go, Voldemort follows." Harry felt Ron cringe under him at the sound by the Dark Lord's name.

"Well, you can't help that. He wants you dead because you almost killed him when you were one year old. And that whole Cedric thing…we are all upset by that. So don't say that kind of thing. You didn't ask for this fame and you don't deserve all the negatives of it. Harry, I'll protest you the best I can. I'll hold you when you have those god-awful dreams. I'll be the shoulder you cry on. Hell I have two!" he smiled.

Harry buried his face in Ron's shoulder. "You're too good to me."

"I can't help it. I like you."

Harry looked up into Ron's eyes. He gingerly moved a piece of Ron's hair out of his eyes. " I like you too." He leaned in and kissed Ron. Ron pulled back and smiled.

"You do? This is such an honor. The Harry Potter likes me!"

"Oh shut up!" Harry mumbled into Ron's lips as he kissed him back.

"So…"

"So…what?" Harry trailed a finger up and down the side of Ron's cheek.

"What do we do now?"

"You can let me do something one last time."

"What may this be?" Ron raised his eyebrow questioningly.

"Nothing. Just something secretive that I do." Harry filled in.

"You shouldn't be keeping secrets from me. I am your boyfriend after all."

"My boyfriend! I like the sound of that." Harry sighed as he snuggled into Ron's warmth.

"Well, I would think I was your boyfriend. I did already mark you as my own!" Ron touched to spot where he was previously sucking and nibbling.

"Ron! You didn't!" Harry laughed.

"I did. Hey, why don't we go inside and warm up?" Ron suggested as he got up, pulling Harry with him.

"Um…"

"Don't worry. We won't tell anyone until you're ready." He put a comforting arm around Harry's shoulders. Just before they walked in, Harry kissed Ron.

"I love your lips." Harry held the door open as they walked in to order two cups of hot chocolate.



Inside, Ron ordered their drinks with Harry next to him, not wanting to leave his side just yet.

"So, where are you going to sit?" pondered Harry as he leaned against the counter.

"What do you mean?" Ron queried.

"I mean are you going to sit with me or are you going to sit with Hermione?"

"I don't care. Hermione would be pleased to see us trying to become friends."

"I'd say she's a little too late for that." Said Harry slyly. Their hot chocolates soon arrived. Harry placed both his hands on either side of the mugs. The heat from the cup went up his fingers and he was instantly warmed.

"It seems that Hermione is busy with Fred and George. So I guess we should go take a seat near the fire. At least we're starting to dry up." Said Ron as they headed over to the loveseat that was placed in front of the fire in back.

"What are you going to do for holidays?" questioned Harry as he discretely brushed his leg against Ron's. He wanted to go back to the castle and hug, kiss, cuddle and do other things with Ron. It still amazed him that he was with Ron. Even though they just began to see each other just a few minutes ago, Harry thought he was on top of the world.

"Why?" Ron sipped his drink.

"Well, I know I'm staying here. I thought that maybe you would be leaving since you were mad at me."

"I was never mad at you!" Ron said as he looked into the fire. Sure, he was mad that day in August and the day after but a week later Ron wanted to apologize. The only thing that stopped him was his damned pride.

"So you say…but you are staying here, right?"

"Absolutely. I don't know about Fred and George but I am."

"Good." Smiled Harry.

"Hey everybody! Look! It finally stopped raining." Exclaimed Justin Finch- Fletchley. An enormous sound of chairs scrapping against the floor and the chatter of students rushing towards the windows erupted inside the small pub.

Shortly thereafter, the Three Broomsticks was emptied of the Hogwarts students that previously occupied it

"Well, I guess we should enjoy this little time alone." Ron said as he put his arm around Harry.

"Yeah, I guess so." Harry sighed in contentment as he snuggled into Ron's embrace. Peace and relaxation finally washed over Harry as he and Ron stayed as they were until it was time to go back to the castle.