Night Classes
Monday, June 22, 2015
11:34 AM
AN: I HAVE NOT abandoned this story. I have a lot of exciting stuff I've been working on, so keep on the lookout. I will plan to update more regularly from here on out. This is actually a redo of the chapter I was planning on writing due to some changes in direction of the story. For those who are interested; I have a Valentine's Day fic (HarryxRon) that I'm planning on doing. In addition to two add-ons of this story. One, of Fred and George Weasley and the other between Seamus and Dean. There have been some astonishing revelations with everything I've planned for this story. It was originally going to end with the fourth book plot, but now it'll probably have a sequel. For everyone who is still reading and likes the story, you're in for some extensive reading- and a whole lot more BL.
Also, my beta has rigorous studying to do and so to give her a break I'm doing my own editing for now. If you find any mistakes, just send it to my inbox or review and I'll correct it. Oh yeah! Read and review! If you have and thoughts or desires for the sequel or for the add-ons let me know. If I can't incorporate it in, I may write another story for you! I need constant inspiration so I don't get too depressed. Thanks, to everyone who's helped and followed and reviewed. I love you all!
Disclaimer: BL, I don't own HP. Also, this chapter is mostly smut. Soooo...
"How could we, you know, corner one?" Hermione looked scathingly above her copy of Transfiguration Today.
"Why are you even attempting this? You're both gay." Harry made a furious motion with his hands indicating for her to keep it down. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I'm not helping you ask a girl you have no interest in, to a ball that you should be taking Ron to Harry." Ron could see Harry tense up at that, and he caught his friend's sidelong glance. He forced himself to smile encouragingly, they had agreed it was for the best. He had known what committing to Harry would mean for him, and this was just his way of being put to the test.
Ron had really wanted to go with Harry, but he knew he had to be blunt about what they were facing. In a lot of situations, Ron tried to be a right little ray of sunshine just to look on the bright side of the situation. Not this time though. He wanted his mate to understand all that could happen if they decided to go public. In any case, he had already caused enough problems for his friend this year and he didn't want to inadvertently cause another.
"What are you gents talking about over there?" Seamus and Dean materialized through the portrait hole. It was just after dinner and Ron was conscious that they were causing somewhat of a blockade to the staircase. Moving to make room, he grabbed Harry by the wrist and pulled him forward. He saw his friend's eyes widen as he stumbled forward, and he saw his face flush slightly.
"Er… we were just talking about how we're going to manage to get dates for the Yule ball." Ron wished he sounded more confident than he felt. Seamus and Dean shared bemused looks that weren't lost on Ron.
"What?" Chancing a sidelong glance at Harry, he saw his friend looking distinctly uncomfortable. Dean laughed good naturedly.
"Nothing, something that happened earlier. You had to be there. Anyway, who were you thinking of taking?" Ron wasn't entirely sure Dean was telling the truth, but decided not to press the issue.
"No idea. You?" Dean shook his head. Seamus sighed heavily.
"Well we've got to get a move on or all the good ones will be taken." Hermione shot a wrathful look Seamus' way, closed her book, and all but stomped her way up to the girls' dorm. "What was that about?" Seamus asked. Ron and Harry shrugged.
"You know, Harry, she's probably hoping you'll ask her." Dean made the statement as if it was completely obvious. Harry looked shocked, and Ron himself felt an odd sort of jolt in his chest.
"W-what?!" Harry stammered.
"Don't you and Hermione have a thing? She's always with you guys. And lately we've noticed the two of you getting pretty cozy in the library together." Dean smirked good naturedly at them.
"No! It's not like that, we're just friends." Seamus nodded slightly, a smile spreading on his face.
"You know you can tell Seamus and me, we won't judge." Harry's flush became more pronounced as he shook his head.
"No way, definitely not what she wants. I don't have any interest in Hermione and she has negative interest in me." Dean scoffed disbelievingly.
"Yeah, Dean, I don't think Hermione's into Harry actually. Besides, Hermione's not his type anyway." Ron definitely didn't like the look on Finnigan's face, and was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. The look on his dormmates' face said he knew something he wasn't telling. Looking over at Harry, he saw his friend's face shocked and speechless. Harry wasn't always good at hiding his feelings. Ron could read his emotions so plainly on his face that he wondered why they even bothered trying to keep this a secret.
"What would you know about it?" Dean jibed good-naturedly. Seamus shrugged.
"I always thought Harry had a bit of a thing for redheads, honestly." Ron's heart might have stopped and he wouldn't have noticed.
"Oh, thinking about asking Ginny Weasley?" Dean had obviously not picked up on the tense atmosphere they were creating. Ron had no idea how, since it felt like he was suffocating in it. He wanted to take Harry's hand, but was afraid of what the gesture might imply.
"Actually, I think Harry likes dark hair." Ron heard himself say, before he could stop himself. He could feel Harry's eyes questioning him but he refused to acknowledge his presence. "I think he's planning on asking Cho Chang. You know, the Ravenclaw seeker." He could feel Harry's eyes cutting into him like a knife and knew he had struck a nerve. Seamus looked confused, looking from Harry to back at Ron. Dean's eyes widened in recognition.
"Oh! Yeah, I know who you're talking about! But isn't she going with-"
"No. I like redheads best actually. I used to have a bit of a thing for Cho, but I'm pretty sure I've grown out of it." There was a certain sharpness in his tone that indicated he and Ron were going to have a long talk later, but Ron was more concerned with the look on Seamus' face. "Besides, I haven't given much thought as to who I'd like to ask anyway. Who are you taking, Dean?"
"Well, there's this Hufflepuff girl…" And how Ron made it through the rest of the mundane conversation with Seamus glancing knowingly at him and Harry glowering he had no idea. The group separated when Seamus and Dean headed up to the common room. Harry turned to face him, with a malevolent gleam to the eyes behind his lenses.
"Want to take a walk?" It wasn't a question. Harry grabbed him around the wrist before he could protest and led him outside the portrait hole. They walked swiftly down the seventh floor corridor before reaching a curved stairwell next to a painting of some rather haughty looking nuns.
"What was all that about?" Ron shrugged, nonplussed.
"I don't know what made me say it! I just wanted Seamus to stop looking at me like that. It's like he knew about us…" Harry bit his lip and looked away, and Ron understood.
"Did you tell Seamus?!"
"No! He might have seen something though. I thought maybe I was wrong, but now I'm pretty sure he knows." Ron groaned. The only thing they didn't need to happen, and now it had gotten out. Pretty soon it would be all around the school. Rita Skeeter would probably run another of her horrible articles on it and his parents would find out. And worse, Harry would face the bulk of the ridicule.
"Tell me he didn't see that time in the bathroom…" Harry shook his head.
"No, nothing like that. He saw you sucking my finger that Tuesday after the First Task." Ron furrowed his brows in concentration, he couldn't recall a specific instance when he had done such a thing.
"He saw me what? Why don't I remember this?" Harry couldn't help but noticed Ron looked somewhat upset about not recalling the incident.
"Probably because it wasn't that monumental. The only reason I remember is because he was looking at me with his eyes all wide and I thought for sure at the time he had seen us. Then I waited and he never said anything. Nothing came of it so I thought I might have imagined it." Ron nodded in understanding, and a tense silence followed.
"But he obviously knows." He said finally to the worried look on Harry's face.
"Yeah, and he hasn't said anything to anyone. Not even to Dean. You saw him, he has no clue, so Seamus is clearly intending not to tell anyone." Harry said it all in a rush, almost hoping that the fellow Gryffindor meant no harm.
"Well, not yet anyway. I still think we should talk to him. Maybe, make sure we have his discretion." Ron didn't like someone knowing and not knowing their intentions. They had been friends with Seamus for years, and it worried him how much he was unsure of his fellow Gryffindor's reaction. Harry was nodding in agreement, and a small silence welled between them again, but not as tense as the one before. Ron felt calmer now than earlier. It was possible they needn't be worried at all and Seamus would prove to be a valuable asset to their situation. It was at least nice to know that Seamus wasn't going to turn away in disgust every time they saw him. Looking towards Harry again, he was somewhat startled to see anger etched in his expression.
"What? What's wrong?"
"You want to explain to me why you felt the need to drag Cho into this?" Ron could feel his ears heating up and wanted nothing more than to never hear Harry's voice lift the way his mother's did ever again.
"I- I don't know! It literally just came out. I thought for sure if we didn't go together that you'd end up asking her. I just thought it would sound better if I were going to throw them off the trail. Every good lie has a semblance of truth to it." Harry's gaze softened somewhat, and Ron felt his blood pressure drop back down to normal range.
"Why would you assume I'd ask Cho? After everything we've been though the past few weeks?" Ron's mouth was suddenly dry.
"Because you like her. I've known since last year that you do, even if you haven't said anything. I thought maybe you would go with her since it might present an opportunity for you to maybe put some things that have happened with us in perspective." Harry was looking slightly confused, and Ron was starting to wonder if he'd actually spoken English or if he just babbled incoherently. Suddenly a smile broke out on Harry's face.
"Why are you smiling?"
"That day when she tried to talk to me in the courtyard and you attacked her about the Tornados…"
"For the last time I wasn't ATTACKING. I was just-"
"You were jealous." Ron felt his mouth snap close, ears burning more than ever. Harry's smile widened.
"Just so you know, it's 'used to like.' Past tense. I'm with you now." Ron shook his head.
"I wasn't necessarily looking for reassurance. I mean, it wasn't that long ago. I thought maybe if you went with her it might be a good opportunity for you to figure out if this is what you really want. If I'm what you really want." Harry looked at him with mounting irritation.
"Ron, I want you to trust me. If the opportunity comes for me to ask her, I'll do it. But not because I like her or because I doubt this. I'm doing it to shut you up once and for all." Ron opened his mouth, but had no idea what he wanted to say, he wanted Harry to know what he wanted and not just settle for him because he was the first one to come along. He didn't know precisely how to make Harry understand.
"Ron, don't say anything. I understand, but this feels right with us. I can picture us together so vividly, and anytime I try to think of being with a girl, even Cho Chang… I have no thoughts, I know next to nothing about her. Even if I did I know she'd be next to nothing compared to the guy who sat next to me on the train, the guy who makes jokes about Snape with me, who comes up with bogus ways to get Malfoy expelled, and nothing next to the guy who cares about me as much as you do. Let me prove to you that I know what I want." Ron nodded slowly.
"I still think that you should give a good solid go, then you'll know for sure if you wou-"
"Ron, seriously, please shut up. Besides, I can think of a way better use for your mouth." Ron wasn't exactly ready to concede, but having Harry's body flush against his with his lips moving with his own cut off any other train of thought rather quickly. He could feel Harry's hands lace behind his neck, and he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist pressing him closer. He could feel his heat through his robes, and Harry seemed to curl into him. Ron couldn't help but soak in Harry's presence as their tongues intertwined. When they broke apart Ron was hard pressed to remember why he felt so uneasy a moment ago. Harry grinned.
"You maybe want to continue this walk to a more secluded location?" Harry raised his eyebrows interrogatively. Ron nodded. Looking to his right he saw the portrait of the nuns, the ladies in the picture were staring wide eyed at them both. One was gossiping conspiratorially in another's ear.
"What?! You have something against homosexuals?" The one whispering looked up with wide eyes.
"Oh no dear! We were merely debating on whether you were planning on exposing yourselves in the hallway. You and your gentleman friend might want to try that last room on the left. Nobody's been using that classroom all term, because it has a loose window pane." Ron suddenly felt somewhat sheepish.
"Right. Sorry to just assume. I saw the habit and-" Harry shook his head grinning, and walked past him.
"You'll learn there's more to everything than what it seems young man! Now don't leave that lovely boy waiting for you." Ron looked behind him and saw Harry had already moved into the classroom and was waiting by the door expectantly.
"Uh…thanks. And do you think maybe we could keep this to ourselves?" The nuns nodded emphatically. Ron grinned and hurried to Harry in the empty classroom. Upon reaching the rather frosty entryway he met Harry at the entrance. The bespectacled boy grabbed him by his front robes and dragged him forward before closing the door and roughly pressing him up against the thick mahogany. Ron was somewhat taken aback, Harry hadn't ever really been so forward with him before. His friend had been responsive enough once he initiated physical activity, apart from the one time he had dragged Ron into a broom closet on the third floor.
Before he had the chance to ask his mate what in the name of Merlin had gotten into him he was assaulted by insistent lips around his own, leaving no room for discussion. Ron found he didn't feel much like talking anyway. If he had the capacity he might have wondered about Harry's rapacious behavior, but Ron was far too distracted to reflect on it. Once their lips connected and Ron could smell his boyfriend's heady scent, taste his familiar viscid taste as their tongues clashed… he was lost.
Ron had often fantasized about Harry being so responsive. Ron supposed it was those damn muggles and the way they treated him, but Harry was somewhat reserved. Almost enough to be considered timid; he was gentle and always looked at him as though waiting for approval. Ron had tried to be as accommodating, not wanting to overwhelm the suppressed boy he had found himself in love with. He was prepared to be patient with him, reasoning that most people had a good sense of bodily shame- especially raised with the perspective of muggles. Muggles were always a lot more ashamed of basic human bodily functions. Hell, even the most reserved of the wizarding community was capable of practicing the old rituals skyclad. In short, he was sufficiently unprepared but willing as he let Harry take the reigns this time.
Harry's tongue shoved almost violently in his mouth, his lips pushing roughly into his own and Ron could feel his skin heat up despite the chilly room. The warmth pooling in his groin already prevalent, he could feel his trousers tighten almost painfully. He didn't bother trying to dominate the situation, merely passively responding while Harry explored. Ron didn't even mind Harry's teeth clashing occasionally against his own. In a way he found it arousing how desperately Harry consumed him. Delicate but strong fingers gripped his already tousled hair, pulling him in closer. Harry pressed their hips together in just the right angle and Ron could feel his turgid length pressing against his thigh. Ron leaned into the door, letting his leg muscles relax as he sighed into the kiss. Harry seemed to take this as encouragement as he let his lips travel down his jaw to his neck, sucking and puckering the pale skin. Ron groaned, digging his nails into the waist of his best mate's robes. Sensing his impatience Harry shifted their positions and thrust his hips, their clothed erections grinding against one another in the most tantalizing and frustrating way possible. Ron couldn't help but cry out.
"Bloody hell Harry! You're wild today. What happened?" His friend looked up from his collar; he had pushed aside his robes and uniform shirt and Ron could feel the chill air against his saliva slicked skin. But the real thing that sent a shiver down his spine was the dark eyes that peered at him behind his mate's glasses. What was once bright green was a deep forest, and the look on Harry's face could only be described as predatory.
"Have I ever told you I love hearing you curse?" It took Ron a second to work through what he'd said, normally such a thing would have made him laugh. Not this time. Harry's tone had dropped and it came out so low and full of desire it was almost a growl. Ron didn't know how to react, and Harry didn't wait for him to. Once again the ginger haired boy was taken by surprise when he found those urgent lips against his own. Harry was forceful and rough, bruising his lips in his haste. It hurt and at the same time felt intense and thrilling. And when Harry ground his hips against his again the shock made him pant openly into his mouth. He would have been mortified if he had came right then, which he found he was actually extremely close to doing. This was all happening incredibly fast. He had never been troubled with the notion of coming before he got his kit off. It must have been a problem for Harry too because Ron felt his hands loosen his tie and furiously work at the buttons on his shirt until his hands found naked flesh.
"Gods Ron, I need to touch you." The raw emotion of the admission made the hammering of his heart sound like drums. He became conscious of the fact that his hands were clutching Harry's waist so hard he had to be hurting him. Harry didn't seem to care though as his fingers traveled up and down his chest, gripping his abdominal muscles and pressing fervently into his skin. Ron had never been exactly proud of his own appearance, but when Harry touched him he felt invincible. Despite the cool winter air permeating the empty, dark classroom Ron felt like he was on fire. Harry's skin was like a furnace, and he found himself start to dampen with sweat.
"Fuck, you're amazing Harry."
"Yes, Ron, don't stop talking." Harry's mouth was on his ear, biting down deeply on the lobe. Ron couldn't help himself and bucked involuntarily into his mate, hissing in pain. Harry suddenly pulled away, and the redhead felt a rush of cool air in his absence.
"Damn, did I hurt you?" Ron felt as though he was crudely jerked away from Nirvana at his peak. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that they were technically in a public classroom and at the same time Harry was pulling away retreating into his shell.
"Yes, and it felt so fucking good Harry. Please don't stop." He could see Harry pause, hesitating, the arousal still prevalent in his eyes. "Harry, I need you." He saw the momentary zealous expression on the other's face, which made him seem almost mad. And Harry was back in his arms again with vigor. He had been trying to remain somewhat quiet with Harry, thinking it was the things he said during their trysts that made him somewhat uncomfortable with physical affection. It was sometimes hard to gauge what he should and shouldn't say, but it seemed he had said something right this time.
He let out the groan of relief he had been holding back, not bothering to censor himself any longer since it didn't seem to matter. Harry was attacking his neck like some sort fledgling vampire before the International Warlock's Convention started the Regulation Breeding Laws of Interspecies Magical Creatures in 1913, and for the life of him Ron couldn't fathom HOW he had managed to remember that little tidbit of information at this moment when he couldn't remember it last year for his History of Magic exam. Maybe Harry's erection grinding into his hip was useful for memory retention and he thought vaguely if his friend would consider this as a viable study technique in the future, but then stopped because the other boy was twisting and pulling on his nipples. He had never considered stimulating them himself, because it didn't do much for him to be honest. It had always felt somewhat foolish, but the sensation of the other boy doing it was a lot more rewarding. He suddenly knew he couldn't keep it in his pants any longer, as he yelped in a simultaneous sensation of tenderness and ecstasy.
"K-keep doing that. Don't stop." He could detect the tremor in his voice, and recognized he was developing a muscle spasm in his right leg that he couldn't control. He was panting heavily, and wanted Harry to touch him more in the one place he hadn't touched yet.
"Do what? You like when I bite you?" Harry's voice snarled in his ear and Ron whimpered with longing.
"Yes! And stop teasing me you wanker." Almost as if he were waiting for that as a signal Harry's hand was immediately undoing in his fly faster than Ron thought was possible, and within seconds (or so it felt) he was exposed to the night air with his friend pinning him to the door with his unfocused eyes and kneeling on the hard wood of the classroom. With no preamble or uncertainty Harry had taken him in his mouth. It was so incredibly different than his first go around, Ron couldn't even wrap his head around it. Harry had seemed slow and methodical his first time; exploring, hesitant, careful. No, this time Harry was ruthless. He immediately hollowed out his mouth pulling incredibly in sure swift strokes up the shaft, flattening his tongue on the way down allowing access to the entire member and curling his tongue along the base on the way back up. He laved his tongue generously along the ridge of the head, with an exquisite amount of pressure before bobbing quickly back down. Ron couldn't help running his fingers through his dark, mussed up hair ensuring it only looked that much more wild. Ron couldn't help but moan as Harry undid his own restrictive clothing and started pawing at his own, now weeping, erection.
"You look so good on your knees." Ron was not sure where that statement had come from, but there was no disputing the truth of it. Harry was flushed, but those menacing green eyes were still holding him in place. Harry was moaning, still eagerly taking in his cock while roughly jerking his own. The redhead hadn't even seen him undo his robes or his trousers for that matter. Ron could hear the slick motion of his hand spreading his ejaculate as lubricant, and it just made him want the other boy more. Harry moved off his manhood with a small sigh, replacing his mouth with a warm hand using the same motion as his right that was working himself.
"You like watching me wank, Ron?" His voice came out in a definite growl this time, and he quickly decided the look that Harry was giving him should be made illegal. Nobody should be allowed to look that good while sucking dick.
"Yes. You're so sexy Harry. Don't stop." His friend must have liked what he'd heard, because once again his mouth descended, this time to his swollen testicles. Ron couldn't help but hiss in pleasure. He could feel his own ejaculate leaking a little from the head and Harry gave it a generous lick still fisting him eagerly with his left hand, then moving back to his bollocks.
"Harry, I'm close." He could see his mate's eyes light up in the dark at the words. He let the redheads' testicles out of his mouth with an odd slurping sound that Ron shouldn't have found so erotic.
"Yeah, come in my mouth Ron." He couldn't pinpoint the look in Harry's eyes as his mouth slid over his cock once more, but he wanted nothing more than to give the raven-haired boy what he wanted. He knew he couldn't last too much longer; his knees were weak, his thighs were shaking with his impending orgasm. Harry was making an obscene amount of noise, and he couldn't help pulling the other boy's hair somewhat harsher than necessary. Just thinking about those deep green eyes piercing him, that sly smile, that warm wet heat engulfing him made him want to-
"Shit, Harry I'm coming. I can't-" and Ron felt that sharp, all encompassing pressure release, and everything seemed to center around Harry's glorious mouth still pulling on his member as though his life depended on it. Ron couldn't help his legs finally giving out beneath and he slid down the door to join the bespectacled boy on the floor. Harry let his softening manhood out of his mouth when it became clear Ron was no longer capable of standing.
"Are you okay?" Harry's eyes were wide with concern, and he lifted a hand and swiped a sweaty lock of ginger hair out of his eyes. Ron scoffed.
"Okay? I just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life! Somehow 'okay' doesn't seem to cover it." Harry beamed at him for that and had the grace to look humble. Looking down he noticed Harry was still rock solid and leaking unattended. The viscous liquid was shimmering, ethereal in the limited starlight filtering through the dusty window panes. His eyes flicked hurriedly back to Harry's face and he grinned wickedly. Before his friend could get any more questions out about his well being he pushed him down to lay on the hard floor.
"Ron what-?" But he quickly silenced the other with an impassioned kiss, which became even more vigorous when he realized that thick syrup in his throat was himself in Harry's mouth. Breaking away with a need for air, he noticed that maniacal glint back in Harry's eyes before they rolled back in his head.
"Ron, I want you so bad." He reached down to grab Harry's erection but found the space already occupied. Harry's hand was moving slowly and deliberately down his own length, and Ron couldn't help but appreciate the sight and let out an involuntary sigh. Ron realized he had never actually seen Harry masturbating the last time since his curtains were pulled mostly closed. He had only really seen his face as he relieved himself, which had definitely been hot anyway; Ron was planning to enjoy the show to it's fullest this time around.
It was dark; thanks to the changing of the seasons it was almost full dark before dinner. There was little cloud cover tonight however, and although the moon wasn't plainly visible there was unfiltered star light that made the shadows on Harry's body peak and his skin glow. It sank into his ruffled hair highlighting the darkest locks, and looking so soft. The light flashed across his lenses as he tossed his head from side to side, but occasionally his eyes were open and visible- a striking bright green that made him think of the grasses in the meadows beyond the Burrow. Harry's hand moved languidly, his tongue peeking out to lick at dry lips.
"You're not going to help me out with this?" Harry jerked his head conversationally towards his attentive nether region. He didn't sound upset, merely playful and out of breath.
"Not a chance. I didn't get to see my first show, remember?" Harry let out a small laugh, a deep flush penetrating his cheeks as he looked up at Ron. His hand never stopped.
"Don't laugh. If you don't perform well you won't get your reward." Ron teased lightly, his voice silk. Pulling off Harry's glasses, he looked into the other boy's glazed expression. Harry's breath picked up as he leaned towards him, their lips brushing lightly.
"I get a reward?" The question came out in a husky whisper that made the hair on Ron's neck stand at attention regardless of his recent ejaculation. He knew he was going to get hard again. Ron nodded slowly, descending his lips to press firmly to his partners.' Harry groaned into the kiss and Ron felt a shiver run up the length of his spine before pulling away.
"Yeah, if you're a good boy that is." Ron winked conspiratorially. Instead of the laugh he expected he saw his friend's eyes narrow.
Ron, when have you ever known me to be a good boy?" The emphasis on the end of the sentence made Ron's erection perk back up in a weak recognition. Harry's voice was wavering and the thought of his friend losing all control because of him became an instant desire.
"I could always just punish you instead." Harry's eyes grew wide with wonder and Ron could hear the slick sound of rubbed liquid on Harry's erection pick up speed.
"P-punish?" He didn't miss the flicker of excitement he saw in the other boy's eyes. He loved the effect he could have on Harry. When he found himself thinking of just a few weeks ago he had been afraid his friend would have been disgusted, or at the least nervous if he found out about his feelings. He had never expected in all his wildest dreams of having The Boy Who Lived panting and half naked in public classroom. He leaned down to lick his way up Harry's neck and he could feel his breathing become erratic and labored. He yanked Harry's head to the side with a free hand, and pressed his lips to his ears.
"You want that, right? Don't act like you don't. I can tell." Harry let out a long groan and thrust his hips forward eagerly to meet his hand. Ron grinned into his mate's ear and sighed loudly savoring how his body quivered. "You have to tell me you want it, or I won't do it."
"I want it." Was the hoarse answer he received, and he buried his face in Harry's soft dark hair.
"Want what? Be specific. You smell so good by the way." Harry groaned again, this time in frustration. He had expected Harry to be a little bit reluctant, not that he was actually planning on anything happening between them tonight. This was actually completely unexpected and Ron couldn't help but grin at this satisfactory ending for the day.
"Punish me, Ron. Please, touch me." He never imagined Harry pleading with him so much. Not that he was complaining. He had finally managed to break down a barrier with the other boy. Always Harry felt as though he had to do this or that to protect or live up to his own name. The burden of that must be terrible. Ron was glad the other boy didn't mind him taking care of him, and didn't mind laying back and letting Ron make him happy. When Harry begged him, he felt an immense sense of pride.
"Oh, I'll do so much more than touch you." Leaning up he took in Harry one more time. His friend's forehead was beaded with sweat, mouth open in long ragged breaths, those green eyes once again challenging him, and his right hand moved relentlessly with that slippery sound that turned him on more than he would admit to himself. He hurriedly positioned himself between his best friend's legs and when Harry did nothing more than peer down curiously, Ron took that as encouragement. When he grinned at his friend, he was rewarded with a sexy smile. He reached up his friend's chest pushing up the uniform shirt as he went, ghosting across the skin until his fingertips brushed his lips.
"Open up sexy." Without reservation he pushed in two fingers, and Harry's eyes widened in surprise. Ron wrapped an arm around a shaking and sweaty thigh pulling him close and kissing the knee. Harry paused a breath and then laved a wet tongue over Ron's fingers, closed his mouth and his eyes and started sucking in earnest. Ron tried to ignore his now erect cock conveniently resting between Harry's legs, but the sight in front of him was proving hard to ignore. He had a feeling Harry knew how much he was torturing him because after opening his eyes for a time, he saw a sly smile form around his fingers. Harry drew the digits in deeper, and arched his back effectively rubbing his testicles against his hardening length. Ron knew that sight would be ingrained in his memory forever, he made a mental note to remember to wank to that later. Then he realized, he may never have to masturbate again.
"Fuck, Harry." Harry made a noise like a whimper, and kept moving his groin up and down against Ron's length. Ron couldn't take it anymore; removing his fingers from Harry's mouth and ignoring his protests he started rubbing against the tender skin right behind his balls. Harry's small objections were immediately silenced and he seemed to melt into the touch. The hand stilled on his member, and a sharp intake of breath made him look up. Harry's eyes were unfocused, and Ron was caught wondering if maybe this would be a bad idea. Almost reading his thoughts Harry bucked up to reach his finger, Ron couldn't help smiling.
"Relax for me, baby."
"Did you just call me-" Harry leaned back and hissed as Ron pushed against the resistant opening of his anus. The first ring of muscle went smoothly but when he reached the mid joint of his finger it was almost unbearably tight. Ron leaned down and licked a stripe up Harry's shaking thigh.
"Harry you need to relax mate, trust me. Just concentrate on me. Here-" Ron reached for his friend's hand that was palm down on the floor and placed it back on Harry's waning erection. The hand resumed stroking, and Ron concentrated on placing tender, open-mouthed kisses along his abdomen.
"Make yourself hard for me, I love the look on your face when you're turned on." Harry grunted from above him, and his cock regained a bit more interest. Ron smiled into the soft black hair around his friend's nether region. He wiggled his finger experimentally and found he had bit of a wider range of movement and his finger was still decently lubricated. He slid in slowly until he was buried to the knuckle and looked up to survey the prostrate boy before him. Harry seemed to be distracting himself successfully, his erection now standing proudly at attention. Just to make sure, Ron sucked the pair of swollen testicles before him into his mouth. He heard Harry cry out, and his hand moved faster than ever. Ron soaked in the pleasured noises of his partner as he experimentally pulled and pushed his finger back and forth. He was sure Harry was on some level uncomfortable, but he chose to look at it as a good sign he hadn't requested for Ron to stop. After a few minutes of minor diversions and awkward fumbling on Ron's part he found that small protrusion inside his friend on the curve inward. He heard a harsh gasp from above him and he couldn't help but snicker.
"Oh shit, what was that?" Harry's fogged voice made Ron look up with a broad grin.
"Your prostate. I found it." He couldn't keep the smug satisfied tone from his voice. For emphasis he rubbed again and watched with satisfaction as Harry arched his back and mewled in response, his hand falling away onto the floor again.
"Feel good? Or Bad?" Ron asked. "I can stop anytime." He was only partially teasing, his eyes locking onto his friend's and giving him an out if he wanted one.
"It feels amazing. If you stop now I will personally hex your genitals off." Ron appeared to think on it for a minute without moving, causing Harry to curse and wiggle his arse down for more contact. Ron shrugged ambiguously, secretly loving the wanton way the smaller boy whimpered for him to continue.
"Well, seeing as I really enjoy having my genitals…" And he pushed again, and Harry's eyes snapped closed, a higher pitched moan than he had ever heard emanated from his friend and the sight and sounds made it all worth the trouble.
"Gods Ron, more! Please…" If Harry wanted to beg him, he knew he would deliver. He just wanted to make sure it didn't hurt him. Leaning down again, he added his own saliva to his middle finger successfully lubricating it again. He quickly got Harry to stimulate himself while he worked in the second finger. He could feel his friend tense, but Harry was wiser to the rewards of the situation now. Even so, Ron placed placatory kisses and bites along his thighs as he stretched and worked his fingers.
Harry was clearly enjoying himself; pushing back on his fingers shamelessly as he tossed his head from side to side. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, the sheen of sweat glistening on his pale flesh. Ron was particularly loving the sight of his own fingers moving inside, feeling the interior of his friend's magnificent posterior. Ron was drunk on the sight of his friend, helpless and wanting him. His heart beat rapidly, as he thought wildly. He could probably fuck Harry right here in this classroom and his friend would thank him for it. He imagined his leaking cock in place of those fingers, energetically pumping inside Harry while he cried out in ecstasy…
"Fuck Ron, don't stop!" Ron quickly tried to reign himself in. They weren't ready for that, and he had never even spoken to Harry about it. Even then, now was the first time he had ever had anything inside him really. He tried to appease his own needy erection by stroking with his left hand. He wasn't as used to using his other hand, but it would work if necessary.
"You look so sexy Harry. It feels so good inside you. I want you so bad. Wish I could fuck you right here." Harry's eyes snapped open, his hand moving furiously along his protuberant member. Harry threw his head back, and Ron could see his eyes roll back in his head as he screamed Ron's name. He watched in fascination as Harry ejaculated all over his chest, the splatter reaching all the way to his collarbone. The ginger haired boy was completely unprepared for him to come so suddenly and he felt an addictive tightening around his fingers. He expected Harry to lie back and relax for a minute post orgasm, once he had removed his appendages from his arse. What he didn't expect was for Harry to immediately rise to his knees and accost him.
Harry was just full of surprises today, and Ron couldn't have been more thrilled with the hand that took over the job of his second arousal for him. He leaned into the embrace, and Harry kissed him more thoroughly than he had all night. Ron couldn't help but hum in satisfaction as that tongue he'd gotten so familiar with explored him yet again. Every time Ron tried to twist or turn his head for air Harry became more forceful in his journey, sucking his tongue provocatively and nipping at his lip. When finally Ron was able to breathe, he felt Harry's left hand in his hair and a hot voice in his ear.
"You want to fuck me, do you?" Ron couldn't tell if the voice was anger or excitement, but it was heavy and low and if it were possible to have sex with a voice…
"Yes, so much."
"Good, Ronnie, because I can't stop thinking about it. Wondering how it'll feel with your dick inside me." Harry's hand was pulling him roughly, and even though the pressure was intense he couldn't seem to tell Harry to slow down. He was delirious with desire, that voice seemed to be flowing through his own veins forcing his heart to pump and beat faster. Harry was in control, and Ron couldn't have had it any other way.
"Fuck, Harry don't stop."
"I imagine you'll dominate me, take me from behind and fuck me good and hard. I'll scream your name when I come, Ronnie." The force of Harry was something Ron couldn't take any more. He felt the heat and pressure in his groin and then there was nothing but Harry's breathing and him blathering back at Harry. Ron could only feel that amazing pulsating pleasure ripped from him. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he felt his friend's hand squeeze and milk the ejaculate from his tender and now abating erection. For a moment there was silence apart from heavy panting, that soon slowed to even breaths. When he had calmed down enough he met Harry's shining eyes.
"Uh…about…all that. I was just…" Ron was rendered speechless when Harry raised a mocking eyebrow.
"Did you just call me Ronnie?" Harry smiled in delight.
"Did you just call me, baby?" Ron could feel his ears burning.
"I thought it might distract you." Harry playfully smacked him on the chest and Ron could feel the sticky drying substance on his skin.
"Well, it DID work I suppose."
"Was that…was that okay? I mean… I just got so riled up watching you. I didn't think about-" Ron felt guilty, he really should have talked about doing those things with Harry first. He had made a decision to take things slow and let Harry take time to adjust to a relationship with a male, and here he was knuckle deep in the guy's anus. So much for self-control.
"Ron, that was incredible. I loved it, and if I hadn't just had the most…" Harry sighed as though looking for the right word. "Complete orgasm of my life, I guess I should say, we would be doing that again right now." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled lazily cocking his own eyebrow this time.
"What does 'complete' mean?" He had meant it as a joke, to tease the other boy but Harry's smile disappeared as though he were seriously considering the answer.
"It was like…I came with my entire body instead of just my penis. Does that make sense?" Ron nodded slowly. "It was incredible, I never imagined it could feel like that. Where did you learn to do that?" Ron felt the embarrassment as keenly as he could feel the chill mingling with his sweat.
"Maybe we should get cleaned up and out of here first, it's kind of cold now that we aren't-" Harry stopped his hands from pulling out his wand.
"Seriously, Ron. I've been trying to do that for weeks and it hasn't worked out like that." Ron paused.
"You've been trying to hit your prostate for weeks without me?" Harry looked sheepish.
"Well, we've been sleeping in our own beds most nights, and I've been curious about… what it would be like. You know, if you ever wanted to…" Ron could feel his chest constrict.
"So you've thought about us together like that? I couldn't tell if you were just saying that to get me off or if you were serious." Harry shook his head hurriedly. Ron realized Harry still wasn't wearing his glasses and probably couldn't see him very well. Looking around hurriedly, he saw the spectacles lying on the ground haphazardly with one arm extended. Leaning over a few feet he snagged them and sat back up again. When Harry reached out for them, Ron withdrew with a grin.
"Let me do it." Harry's brow furrowed inquisitively as Ron extended out the other arm and leaned forward to carefully curve the arms around Harry's ears and pushing the lenses up the bridge of his nose. His friend raised a hand to adjust slightly, and Ron could see Harry's face take on an oddly pensive expression.
"What? Something wrong?" Harry leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Ron's neck, effectively pulling him forward in a delicate kiss. He felt Harry's breath a second before, and when their lips connected it was unhurried but chaste. He could feel the smaller boy's lips gently pulling on his own in their own embrace and when they broke apart Ron sensed there was something he had just done that held a lot more meaning than he realized. After a moment, Harry spoke.
"Nobody's ever done that before." Ron nodded, somehow understanding that whenever Harry said those words- he'd broken down some invisible wall within his friend's heart.
"Is that a problem?" Harry shook his head.
"It was just… really intimate. I suppose." Ron couldn't help but snort in laughter.
"More intimate than what we just did?" Harry let out a laugh in return.
"It's just a different kind of intimacy, really." Ron raised a hand to push back some messy dark strands of hair from the his friend's face.
"Let's get this straight right now. I want to be all kinds of intimate with you, Harry." He could see the other's face become blank, and when he looked down Ron thought he might have lost him to some inner demon. When he looked back up after a few seconds, Ron was pleased to see him smiling.
"I'd like that." Ron smiled, and leaning forward punctuated the entire affair with a poignant kiss.
"Come on, let me clean you up." Ron withdrew his wand and tried to perform a quick scourgify charm. A bit of the mess disappeared, but Harry was still quite covered. Ron scowled at his wand while Harry snickered good naturedly. Harry pulled up his own trousers and tried to fix his robes back in place, but there was no denying by his hair and the scent of sex rolling off of him, exactly what they had been up to. Ron was sure he probably was experiencing the same problems.
"I don't mind being a little messed up to be honest." Harry's comment was completely unprecedented. Ron looked up at him incredulously as he made sure his own unmentionables were decently covered.
"You don't mind being covered in yours and my spunk in a cold classroom?" Harry flushed, and gave Ron a glimpse of the predator he had been earlier.
"No, it makes me feel dirty… in a good way. I like being covered in you." Ron felt his heart flip flop in his chest.
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to you talking to me like that." Ron finally managed, ignoring Harry's smug face.
"Good, now you know how it feels. Shock looks adorable on you by the way." Ron pouted at the man who was now straightening his tie for him.
"You really think so? I could be adorable for you, baby." Harry smacked him hard in the shoulder.
"Quit calling me that!" He spat out, but the smile was still evident. Ron grinned and pushed him up against the door. Harry landed with a thud and looked up in surprise.
"No, I like it. You're mine Harry Potter. If I want to call you some sweet adorable nickname, you're going to take it Angel." He couldn't tell if Harry was angry, amused, or turned on but his lips drew thin and his eyes glowed like an large cat about to pounce.
"I'm not a girl, don't call me Angel." Ron shook his head.
"It's not about gender. It's about you, and how you make me feel. I call you Angel, because I'd like to treat you like one. Besides, if we're getting technical most of the seraphim are male. Seriously, look that shit up. If it makes you feel better you can call me anything you want." Harry looked blankly at him for a moment, his expression dark.
"What about 'dick'?" Ron waited until Harry's face started to crack in laughter before forcing him into a kiss.
"Anything. I'm all yours Harry, and you can call me what you want." Harry stilled for a moment.
"Just not Angel. Okay?" Ron laughed.
"No promises." Harry looked for a moment as though he was considering something, but then pushed him firmly away.
"If we stay in this classroom any longer, we might as well conjure a bed. I can't keep you out of my pants long enough to say 'no'." Ron grinned with pride as he stepped back so Harry could check the hallway. Pausing to see if the coast was clear, they both exited into the dimly lit corridor.
"So, did you mind when I called you Ronnie?" Ron reached for Harry's hand, finding happily that the other boy didn't resist.
"No, it was weird because that's what my mum always calls me. Nobody else calls me that except her. I was so far gone though, that it didn't even occur to me what you'd said until it was over. For the record though, I like it a lot more when you say it." They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, nodding to the friendly portrait of nuns as they passed. When they got closer to the Gryffindor common room he noticed Harry eyeing him significantly.
"What?"
"You still never told me who you learned that from?" Ron could feel his ears heat up again.
"Is it really important where I learned it?" Ron asked tentatively. Harry frowned.
"I just thought you might have been with someone else before, you seemed to really know what you were doing back there." Ron felt his flush fade as he heard the concern in his mate's voice. Of course Harry would want to know where he found out how to do it. He felt slightly guilty for not discussing this sooner. Ron couldn't even begin to imagine who in their right mind other than Harry would be willing to do anything sexual with him, but Harry had obviously thought about it and he didn't want Harry walking away thinking he had fooled around with anyone else.
"I haven't with anyone else. I learned that stuff from Fred and George." There. He said it. He waited for the laughter, but there was none. When he looked over at his friend he saw his eyes wide with disbelief.
"You did that with Fred and George?!" Ron couldn't hold it in. He felt his face split and the burgeoning laughter burst out of him. He leaned against the wall for support as Harry started to smile, looking slightly put out. When he could breathe again he looked at Harry's face and thought he might dissolve into another fit of giggles, but he fought the urge.
"I never did anything like that with them, that's messed up, they just sort of told me how to do it. I've… done it to myself before." He admitted, feeling the flush creep back to his ears. Harry looked like he was about to laugh himself.
"You do it to yourself?" Harry's voice came out in that familiar low tone, and Ron found himself nodding.
"That's hot." Ron grinned suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows.
"What do you think about? You know… while you're…" Harry made a suggestive motion with his fingers. Ron looked down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear before pulling Harry in close.
"What do you think I fantasize about genius? You're not the only one who likes cock here." For emphasis he cupped Harry's crotch and squeezed. He heard his friend gasp in surprise, and moved quickly away. Harry looked as though he'd like nothing more than to jump his bones in the hallway, but shaking himself slightly he seemed to gather his wits and turned quickly back down the hallway towards the common room. Ron's long legs let him catch up easily.
"No more turning me on in the hallway!" Harry whispered thickly. Ron felt as though if he smiled anymore tonight his face would crack open.
"You asked a question. I answered it. I'm not responsible for your bodily functions." He managed to say, haughtily and earning himself a reproving glance from his lover.
"Just so you know you're hair looks insane right now, and you can definitely tell we've had sex. I'm going to go in first, and you wait a minute and then come in. How's that?" Ron cocked his head.
"You young men did what?! I will tell you, I am the ward of Gryffindor Tower and if you two boys think you can just-" The portrait of the Fat Lady was indignant, and they hurried to shush her. She leaned back in her frame looked disapproving.
"You think it would look more suspicious or less suspicious if we came back together?" Harry's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth as though to respond, but Ron could tell he was at a loss. Before they could come to a decision the portrait of the Fat Lady swung forward and a cacophony of sound reached their ears. A couple of second year girls hurdled past, not giving them a passing glance and before they could second guess their decision they both strode into the common room.
Nobody said anything or hardly even looked up. Hermione was presumably in the library or in the girls' dorm, there was a group of fifth years who were poring over their books and talking in harried whispers. The only people who spared them a glance were Fred and George who were huddled in a far corner. They cracked into identical grins and nodded at his mussed hair and askew robes. He felt his ears reddening, but he nodded back just the same as he made his way up the boys' dorm staircase behind Harry.
When they reached the dorm they found Neville was the only one there, reading a book and laying on his bed. When they came in he looked up and gave them a small greeting and went back to his book, only to sharply reconnect with theirs a moment later.
"Uh… Ron. What happened to your neck?" Ron felt his neck, but couldn't tell anything was amiss. Looking over at Harry, he noticed the other boy moved swiftly to the showers. Ron hastily tried to think of something to say, only to stumble over his words.
"It looks like you got mauled by one of Hagrid's Blast-Ended-Skrewts!" Ron latched onto the excuse hastily.
"That's what happened actually. I was helping him…and one of them burned me on the neck." He could hear a muffled laugh from the bathroom.
"Is that where you were this whole time? You should go to the Hospital Wing!" Ron shook his head hastily, moving towards the bathroom.
"No, trust me Neville. I'm fine. You don't need to go to the bathroom in the near future, do you?" Neville leaned back, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.
"Well, no…" Ron grabbed the door handle, opening it a fraction.
"Good, then you won't mind if I lock this door for a bit then?" Neville's eyes darted towards the semi-open door.
"Harry's in there… Ron are you sure you're okay? You're acting pretty strange. What's gotten into you?" Ron shook his head.
"Trust me, I'll be fine. Thanks, Neville." The last thing he saw was Neville's open, confused maw before the door snapped closed. Turning around, he came face to face with Harry who had completely stripped and was leaning provocatively against a sink.
"A Blast-Ended-Skrewt?" Harry was smiling seductively, and Ron felt himself stir within his robes.
"Apparently! What did you do to me?!" Moving past Harry towards the sinks he looked in the mirror. Almost from his jaw to his collarbone was completely covered by purple splotches. There was another hidden just beneath his collar on the right side that had a perfect set of teeth marks to go with it. They didn't hurt, but it did look like he'd been mauled by a manticore. He turned to Harry.
"Are you proud of yourself?" Harry moved forward to press him into the sink, bending him slightly backward.
"Yeah, I am. You look good enough to eat. Besides, you didn't seem to complain too much when it was happening. What was it? 'Keep doing that! Don't stop Harry!'" In what Ron could admit was a great imitation of his strained voice from earlier, he struggled against the shorter male only to come up short as Harry pressed his back forcefully into the sink. Harry was done teasing now, and looking at Ron as though contemplating all the other body parts he could maim.
"Take off your clothes, we're going to take a shower." Ron, without question began to undress. Harry seemed to like when he responded dutifully.
"Good. We're going to get clean and then dirty- in that order. We just have to keep it down in case Neville gets wind of what's really getting into you." Ron could feel Harry's hand sneak around his waist and rub gently against his cleft. Ron felt his backbone shiver expectantly.
"I love you so much, Harry." Ron could feel Harry's lips traveling up his neck again, and found he was somewhat pleased with having been marked by him.
"I love you too, Ron." The teeth sinking into his skin made sure the marks were a good representation of that testimony.