Harry nibbled his Sugar Quill as he stared at Ron. The redhead was scribbling on a large roll of parchment, looking as though he desperately wanted to get the essay done, and fast. Harry didn't blame him. These things were torturous.

If Voldemort employed this instead of the Cruciatus Curse, he would probably have way more followers.

But instead, they did the grueling work while the clock ticked lazily in the background. Hermione was writing furiously, almost quick enough to where she was a blur. Harry didn't envy Snape either, for he was the one who had to read it. She had long since exceeded the two-roll limit and was almost on her fourth. No doubt she had lots to say after her long departure from school, and Snape was the one paying for it.

Though, Harry's sympathy was limited, because he had assigned the damn thing in the first place. Plus, it was Snape.

He sighed, managing another sentence or two before gazing up at that dark red hair again. Harry couldn't help but notice the adorable curls that just barely formed at the edges. That always happened when Mrs. Weasley wasn't quick enough with her wand. Harry liked it a bit longer.

Plus, now it gave him something to hold onto.

He could feel his skin heating up through the collar of his robes, so he hastily pulled a book over to check what type of spells were repelled by whatever amulet he was researching at the moment.

"I need that when you're done," Ron said exasperatedly, leaning on his elbows and pulling a hand through his own hair.

Harry nodded, writing down the spells on a scrap piece of parchment. He handed over the giant tome, which Ron took before smiling gratefully. Perhaps the smile held a bit more though, because after that Ron winked.

Harry bit his lower lip, trying to hold it together. Jesus, you'd think he was some hormonal teenager with how he was reacting all the time.

Well…

Finally, Harry wrote his concluding sentence and threw his quill down triumphantly. He slumped back in his chair feeling worn out, but pleased. Snape could suck it.

Gross.

"Done?" Ron asked, looking up briefly from his writing.

"Yep," Harry said. "You almost finished?"

"Sort of," Ron sighed, scratching his cheek with the end of his quill. "You going to bed?"

Harry wondered what exactly to do. Were they going to sleep in the same bed now, or not? He wouldn't deny that being wrapped in those arms every night would be heavenly. But people would be suspicious if Ron was never in his own bed anymore. And what if they got caught?

"I think so," Harry said, looking at him for any signs of offense.

"Okay. I'll probably be up in a million hours, so let me sleep in as much as possible tomorrow," he said, chuckling slightly. Harry nodded.

He stood and gathered his things, waving the essay a bit to dry the ink out. God, he didn't need to smear the whole thing after he was finally done with it…

After he said goodnight to both of them and turned to leave, he hesitated near Ron's seat. There was no one else in the common room except the three of them, so he could do whatever he wanted. Would just leaving like always be rude, or normal? He was unsure how to go about all this 'couple' stuff.

He turned and saw Hermione looking up at him from the table. Ron had returned to his essay, probably thinking he had left already. Hermione jerked her head ever-so-slightly in Ron's direction, which he hadn't noticed.

Harry looked down at him, still feeling embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

So he swooped down and gave a quick kiss to Ron's cheek, blushing all the while. Ron looked up, seeming a bit surprised, but soon smiled bashfully and looked back down at his paper.

"Goodnight," Harry mumbled, and then ran quickly up the stairs to the boys' dorm.

He sighed as he flopped onto his bed, staring up at the canopy.

Harry had barely dated one person, one time, and it had ended terribly. He was completely inexperienced for this sort of thing. His first kiss had been to a crying Cho Chang, who was probably only doing it as a means to hear about her dead boyfriend later. Plus, she had been a girl.

Kissing Ron was monumentally different. With Cho, it had been wet because of the tears and some sort of glossy stuff she had been wearing on her lips. Plus, it had felt a bit awkward. Ron was good at snogging, that was for sure. Harry briefly wondered if he had gotten any experience in it. Ron had never said anything, so maybe he was just a natural. Or perhaps Harry was so bad that Ron just seemed exceptionally good. He sighed, wishing he had the courage to ask. Perhaps he would later.

He could hear the snoring of the other boys in the dorm, as it was well past midnight.

Harry couldn't help it, now that Ron had crept into his thoughts. He thought of the empty classroom earlier today, and how good it had felt to have that tongue exploring his neck so thoroughly. Ron seemed rather fond of biting, but hell if Harry was about to complain. It felt slightly dominating…and naughty.

Harry bit his lip, fending off an erection with all his might.

But then he remembered what Ron had revealed that day, about asking the Witch Weekly people for help. He hadn't been able to control his jealousy that Ron was already looking at another bloke, the one on the cover of 'Wicked Wizards Weekly', who was probably much better looking than himself. Even if Harry had been unable to keep from staring too…

But his jealousy was tamed a bit by the fact that Ron was trying really hard to handle this right. So much so that he was able to receive a highly embarrassing magazine in the middle of the Great Hall and hide it effectively. Harry hadn't even told Ron anything about his own feelings before they had 'gotten together'. He had just struggled with it internally, like he did everything else.

Perhaps he could make up for it.

Sighing again, Harry got out of bed and walked over to Ron's. He reached under the mattress, where he had seen Ron stuff the magazine earlier, and pulled it out.

The cocky bastard on the front, whom Harry discovered was named 'Brad', stared up at him while licking his lips. Harry gulped nervously.

He sat on Ron's bed, pulled the curtains closed, and hesitantly opened the magazine to see what was inside.

The first page had a table of contents, which he skimmed for clues. He saw several suggestive titles, many including the word 'wand', until he got to the 'Quizzes and Lists' section. Finally, he found what he was looking for.

At lunch, Ron had revealed that he had been thinking of Harry while wanking. Harry hadn't even known. He had just been mesmerized to turn over and see a clearly aroused, panting Ron Weasley across from him through a gap in the curtains. The fact that he had stared into his eyes while he came probably should have tipped him off, though.

Anyways, Ron had been saying he was imagining Harry's mouth around him. He had been too embarrassed to hear the rest, and didn't want to get hard in front of the Great Hall. Now, however, maybe he could find a way to give Ron that particular fantasy, seeing as how Ron had technically fulfilled his. Well, his first one…

But they would cross the other bridge later.

He flipped to the 'Quizzes and Lists' section, then to the list marked 'Five Great Tips to Giving Head'. Just reading the title made him heat up with embarrassment, but he would have to get over it quickly if he was ever going to actually do it.

So he read the section silently to himself:

Five Great Tips to Giving Head

We've all been there. The first time giving your boyfriend oral sex, but you aren't exactly sure how to go about it correctly. You want it to feel good for him, but you also don't want to make a fool of yourself. This article will definitely help in making sure you give your mate the best pleasure he can receive, and all because of you! Soon, these tips will have him calling your name and coming down your throat in no time.

1. Length of time doesn't really matter.

A blow job can last as long as you like. Varying speed and technique can make him last a bit longer, or working up to a steady fast pace will have him blowing his load quickly.

2. Make all the noise you want.

Slurping, sucking, moaning and humming can all add to his experience. Many guys like knowing that you enjoy giving it as much as he enjoys receiving it. Humming against him also sends vibrations, which can feel even better during the heat of the moment.

3. Make eye contact.

Many guys enjoy seeing you look up at them while giving them head. Others may not, however, for their own personal reasons, so always be sure to observe what they may like or dislike during the experience. Some guys also enjoy taking control of the situation by holding your head still or setting the pace themselves, which will help you understand how they like it.

4. Know your boy's magic spots.

The head of the penis is the most sensitive. Sucking down at least a few inches past it is one way to give it pleasure, though exploring the head thoroughly with your tongue is also very stimulating. The base of the penis is not quite as important, but relaxing your throat and taking him deeply or wrapping your hand around the base and stroking there are both quite adequate enough to pleasure him thoroughly. Massaging the taint (area behind the testicles but before the anus) with either your tongue or hand can also feel good, but if he is uncomfortable being touched there, then don't push it. Again, make sure what he is and is not comfortable with by carefully gauging his reactions.

5. Don't stop when he starts to come.

Slowing or softening your movements will suffice, but you can draw out his pleasure by continuing to give head through the orgasm. If you are uncomfortable with swallowing his cum, ask ahead of time that he tell you before he ejaculates, and continue then on using your hand instead.

Harry finally finished reading and set the magazine down. The fact that he was hard now didn't seem like such a surprise.

He felt a bit better. He wouldn't have guessed half those things without hours of practice and bumbling through the whole thing. Now he had a better idea of what the hell he was going to do. Now, it was Ron's turn to be surprised…

"Harry?"

Right on time.

"Hey," Harry said sheepishly as Ron drew back the curtains to his own bed.

"What's up?" he asked curiously. His eyes fell on the magazine, then between Harry's legs where it was probably obvious he was hard.

"Oh, no!" he whispered hurriedly. He didn't want to wake the others. "I wasn't – I mean, I was just looking, and I found – "

Ron chuckled. "It's okay, mate. I wanted to look through it too. Just curious, you know?"

Harry nodded, and Ron sat next to him on the bed. They faced each other like gossiping schoolgirls.

"Actually, er, there was a reason I looked," Harry said, avoiding Ron's curious eyes.

"Yeah? Why?"

"I wanted to try something," Harry said. "But I'll probably not be very good, so just bear with me, okay?"

"Okay," Ron said, raising an eyebrow.

Harry pushed him back gently, to which Ron's eyes widened a bit. He leaned back against the headboard so that he was propped up slightly and Harry took a deep breath.

He pulled the curtains closed first so that no one would see them.

"Muffliato," Harry whispered, waving his wand. He was going to try and make this good, and not having to worry about being overheard would certainly help.

"Never thought of that," Ron said, a little breathless. He was looking at Harry, seemingly trying to anticipate what was going to happen.

Harry reached for Ron's robes and pulled them up, trying to remove them.

Ron groaned, and then helped him take them off as he said, "Is this what I think it is?"

"Maybe," Harry said, a bit smugly.

"Fuck," Ron muttered, throwing the robes to the floor. He had been wearing a simple t-shirt and boxers underneath them.

Harry reached for the boxers, looking up to try and judge his reaction. Ron had that hungry look in his eyes again, so Harry figured it was okay.

He pulled them over Ron's semi-hard cock and slid them down his legs. Ron lifted his hips to aid him, but otherwise just watched in anticipation. Harry looked down at Ron, who drew his knees up a bit to plant his feet on the bed. His legs were open still, his proud cock standing amongst a small patch of red hair. Harry chuckled a bit.

Firecrotch.

Ron's length, however, was a bit intimidating at its full size. Judging mentally by comparing his eleven inch wand, which he was used to holding on a daily basis, Harry would guess that Ron was between eight and nine inches. He swallowed, trying to calm his nerves.

He then took Ron in hand for the first time, looking up at him again to see his reaction as he stroked slowly.

Ron closed his eyes, letting his head fall back and groaning again. Harry bit his lower lip to prevent a grin. He liked that noise, and hopefully would hear it more as the night went on.

Harry leaned down, Ron being fully hard now, and lay somewhat on his stomach to level himself with Ron's cock. The redhead opened his eyes to watch, and Harry finally took him into his mouth in one move.

He began licking the head, just like the magazine told him to do, and Ron's hips jerked slightly before he stilled them, almost like he was surprised. Harry worked his way down slowly, trying his best to get the feel of this before he started some sort of rhythm or anything.

"Fuck," Ron said breathlessly, which made Harry look up at him. "You look so hot right now."

Harry smirked internally. It seemed he was doing fine…

He grabbed the base of Ron's cock to hold it steady as he bobbed up and down a few times. He moaned against it, feeling himself hard as well. He didn't know if it was Ron's heavy breathing or just the fact that he was enjoying it that made Harry aroused too.

Harry sucked loudly, remembering the list again, and moved his hand along the base to stroke it. He then let go, relaxed his throat as much as he could, and pushed forward to try and take as much in as possible.

"Oh," Ron gasped, reaching down and tangling a hand in his wild black hair. Ron didn't force him down, but Harry could tell it was taking a great effort not to.

He pulled back up and did it again, making Ron writhe slightly beneath him. He was panting and moaning loudly as Harry continued, not having to worry about anyone hearing them. He noticed it was a bit easier to take him deeper into his throat each time he tried.

Harry put one hand on Ron's hip, then moved the other between his legs. Time to try something else.

Looking up and 'making eye contact', Harry caressed the skin behind Ron's bollocks like the magazine suggested with his thumb. Ron's hips twitched forward and he moaned again, clutching his hair tighter as well as the sheets with his other hand.

"Don't stop," he breathed, eyes closed and head leaning back. Apparently he wasn't uncomfortable being touched there, so Harry continued.

His face was flushed and he was clearly enjoying it. Harry couldn't help but feel a bit proud of himself for having made him that way. It was him who was pleasuring Ron, not anybody else.

Harry nudged his legs farther apart and Ron let them fall to the sides completely, still bent at the knees. He continued to move up and down Ron's length while stroking the skin below with his thumb. It seemed to drive him wild, and he began thrusting his hips up gently to meet Harry's mouth.

"Uhn, yeah," he said to the ceiling, his voice becoming more desperate. Harry assumed this meant he was close, so he moved a bit faster.

He brought his other hand up to that sculpted chest to rub over Ron's nipple briefly, wondering if that would get a reaction. It did, because Ron turned his head to the side and moaned again. His hand relaxed in his hair, but still remained and caressed it slightly, egging him on.

Harry was looking up at his face to see his cheeks pink with arousal. His eyes were closed and he wore an expression of pure bliss, his freckles only adding to an illusion of innocence.

But Harry knew that he was being anything but innocent, what with him thrusting up into the mouth of another boy.

"Fuck, Harry," Ron said breathlessly, looking down at him now. Crystal blue eyes shone with passion as his hips never stopped moving. "You're gonna make me come. Are you sure you want to – "

Harry nodded, still moving up and down and rubbing Ron's sweet spot. It made him convulse every once in a while when he pressed just right.

"Jesus…" Ron said, letting his head fall back again. His stomach muscles were tensed beautifully as he gripped the sheet and his hair tightly again.

Harry felt Ron's thrusting becoming a bit more erratic, and he prepared himself for what was undoubtedly to come.

"Oh, oh," Ron whined, his body stiffening.

Harry sucked the head hard, and heard him cry out. His cock twitched and a thick, creamy fluid filled Harry's mouth almost instantly. It still surprised him, even though he knew it was coming, and he tried to swallow as quickly as he could.

It didn't taste particularly good, but he swallowed it anyways and figured it was better than having him come all over the place. Plus, Ron was pretty hot mid-orgasm. It was the first time Harry had seen him reduced to a writhing, moaning mess.

When his hips stilled and he relaxed back against the headboard, his breathing started slowly returning to normal. Harry released him from his mouth and sat up, unable to hide a smirk.

"Was it good?" Harry asked.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" Ron asked, looking at him with heavily lidded eyes.

Harry pointed to the magazine, which Ron stared at.

"Well, that was a good investment, then," he said, laughing slightly. Ron reached out and Harry moved forward and in between his legs.

Ron kissed him roughly, battling his tongue against Harry's. Harry grunted softly, still feeling his own hardness, which was becoming a bother. He didn't doubt that Ron could feel it pressed into him.

"Apparently I'm not the only one who liked it, eh?" Ron teased, pushing his hips upward into Harry's.

Harry grunted slightly into Ron's neck. He could feel the spent cock rubbing against his own, and pretty much any friction at this point would feel good. However, knowing that it was Ron's naked cock, made it just a bit better.

"Want me to take care of you?" he mumbled into Harry's scalp, his hand creeping slowly down to his arse.

Harry tried not to sound too needy as he said, "No, I can…er…I can do it. That was just for you."

He sat up to go to his own bed, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Harry wasn't entirely sure why, either. He had just sucked off his boyfriend, but he was afraid of his own erection? What sense did that make?

Perhaps it wasn't that, but how incredibly randy he was all the time. Especially for Ron.

He felt an arm around his waist before he could struggle out of the bed. The muffliato spell hadn't been broken, so Ron spoke in a normal tone of voice that was concealed by the light buzzing.

"But what if I want to?" he said. His mouth was so close Harry could feel the breath on his neck, and whenever Ron used that rough tone of voice…well…

There was no fighting it.

Harry was pushed down on the bed now, but on his stomach instead. It tingled with anticipation as Ron hovered over his back, pushing down between his shoulder blades forcefully to keep him there. Ron snaked an arm around his waist again and lifted his hips, putting him in what felt like a very vulnerable position.

Harry wondered why it made him even harder.

The hand on his waist moved to unbutton his pyjama bottoms, disposing of the obstacle quickly. Ron's breathing was slightly ragged and he was nipping at the back of his neck while pushing into his trousers from the front.

"You're a bit kinky, Harry," Ron said seductively next to his ear.

Harry grunted again, feeling fingers close around his erection. His hips jerked forward, seeking that wicked hand and what it was capable of.

"You like sucking my cock, don't you?" Ron continued. His voice was rough with lust and Harry could feel his still-bare cock pressing against his pyjama-clad arse. "I can tell it made you hard. Do you like having me come down your throat?"

Harry gasped. He hadn't ever heard Ron talk so dirty before. One minute he had been a quivering mess of ecstasy, and now he was this rough, dominating force. It made Harry's breath quicken as he felt Ron stroking him firmly.

"Do you?" he pressed teasingly.

"Uhn, yes," Harry closed his eyes. His cheek was pushed into the pillow so that his answer was a bit muffled, but Ron had undoubtedly heard the quiver in his voice.

"I like it too. I like having your hot little mouth round me like that," he breathed seductively.

Harry could already feel the tensing in his stomach. Ron's words were turning him on impossibly more with each second. He had a feeling Ron knew what he was doing…

He felt a hand tangle in his hair again, gripping it tightly and holding him still against the bed. Harry panted wildly, thrusting his hips with the rhythm of Ron's hand. He was so close…

"Next time, I want you to come down mine."

"Oh!" Harry cried softly, his body convulsing slightly as he came. Hot, white fluid flowed from him, into Ron's hand. Ron milked him for all of it, not stopping until his hips slowed and he finally relaxed.

Harry lay there, panting. He felt Ron pull his hand from his trousers, followed by a light kiss to the back of his neck. He smiled slightly into the pillow, liking the tenderness of it.

God, he was such a girl.