Author's Note: Wow, 95 reviews, eh? I may have a bit of a surprise at the end of this chapter, in order to celebrate a possible 100? We shall see...

Harry woke to a brief, wet, tingly feeling on his cheek.

And then another.

And another.

"Hngh," he said, squinting his eyes open and twisting around slightly to face the culprit.

Ron, or what was undoubtedly Ron's fuzzy outline, was lying next to him in the small bed, pressing kisses along the side of his face. Now that they were facing each other, Harry felt another kiss placed directly on the tip of his nose, which brought into focus Ron's bright blue eyes.

"Hello," he said, sounding as though he were smiling. "Did I ever tell you that you have a cute nose?"

"No," Harry slurred, blinking several times to try and wake up proper.

"Well, you do."

Another kiss.

Harry sighed contentedly, turning his head back to face forward. He could feel the lovely warmth of the blankets and the body behind him. Ron was pressed right up against his back, an arm slung over Harry's waist. He was quite naked apparently, for Harry could feel skin touching everywhere on his own equally bare body. Plus, Harry thought he could feel something poking him in the leg…

The memories from last night crept slowly back into his mind, putting a blush and a smile simultaneously on his face.

The feel of Ron's cock, pushing inside him for the first time. How he was leaning over Harry's body, muscles rippling and glistening in the low light. Skin flushed, red hair tousled, mouth open and panting. The way Ron had touched him while thrusting into him, hitting that spot and making Harry weak with pleasure. The way Harry had felt so taken, just there for Ron to use as he wished, yet so delicately handled at the same time. Calloused hands running along his skin, teeth nipping at his neck, and Ron's moans of pleasure as he took what he wanted, yet gave so much back. It all made Harry shudder at the recollection.

He liked it, this sex stuff.

It had been a bit painful at first, of course, but Harry had been expecting such. Plus, Ron had been extremely careful, which Harry was grateful for. He had been gentle, slow, and altogether caring in his whole approach. Harry had never really had anyone like that before who had cared so much for him, besides Sirius. And even Sirius had been limited in his ability to show any affection. Ron was someone who was there to not hurt him, or hunt him down, or try to torture him for amusement. Ron didn't ignore him and lock him away in a cupboard, or tell him he was worthless, or fawn unnecessarily over him either. Ron was someone who was…well…there. Because he wanted to be.

Harry didn't know why his throat felt so tight.

"You're hard," Ron chuckled, nipping at his ear.

His teeth trailed lower, down Harry's neck to his shoulder. There they stayed, the other boy's tongue playing gently along his skin, licking lightly and then nibbling a bit harder. The arm over Harry's waist was snaking lower and lower under the blankets, until it reached its intended target and took hold of his –

"Were you thinking of me?" Ron whispered, a playful tone to his voice that went straight to Harry's cock.

"A bit," he admitted, squirming slightly under Ron's firm touch. The hand wrapped around his erection was slowly stroking up and down, squeezing roughly and only succeeding in making him harder.

His breath became shallow and he held the blanket a bit more tightly in his fingers. Ron was never an early riser, that much was certain, but it seemed with the proper motivation he woke up on his own after all. Harry hadn't even had to use any threats today. Plus, he certainly didn't mind being woken up if it entailed this in the mornings…

"You gave me quite a mark last night," Ron muttered against his hair.

"What?" Harry asked. His voice was a bit shaky, for he was obviously distracted by the boy who was wanking him from behind. Not to mention, the persistent erection that was pressing against his bare arse…

"When you came, you bit me pretty hard," Ron chuckled slightly. His warm breath was playing gently along the back of Harry's neck.

He looked back again to see that he had, in fact, given Ron a rather vicious-looking love bite on his shoulder. It was a dark pink, almost purple, and marred the smooth complexion of the rest of his skin. It couldn't have felt good.

"I'm sorry," Harry gasped, looking up at those bright blue eyes again. He felt terrible. After Ron had been so careful not to hurt him, he had been the one who needed taming instead…

"It's okay," Ron whispered. Harry felt his other hand thread through his wild black hair. "I liked it."

He pressed his erection harder against Harry's arse, making him groan slightly. Well, he was quite randy this morning. Even more so than usual, if his wandering hands and straining erection were any indication. But feeling those calloused fingers dance across his skin certainly didn't make Harry want to tell him to stop. Far from, actually.

The nipping at his skin became more insistent, as well as the firm stroking of his cock. Harry whimpered slightly, thrusting his hips forward to meet that sweet friction. He reached back and threaded a hand through Ron's red hair, feeling the single curl at the nape of his neck that was so…adorable. He fisted the coppery strands when Ron rutted against him slightly, making it quite clear what he wanted to do. Again.

"Are you sore?" Ron asked, slightly muffled against his skin.

"A little," Harry answered truthfully.

"Sorry," he muttered.

Harry laughed. "It's okay. I think it was pretty much worth it."

"I'll make it up to you," Ron said, a mischievous tone to his voice that never meant anything good.

Or sometimes, it meant something really good.

Harry felt Ron shuffling behind him and then, he descended beneath the blankets.

"Oh no…" Harry whined, feeling his hips seized and him being pushed to lie on his back. Strong hands spread his legs, and a warm body moved between them.

The concept sounded a bit whore-ish, but Harry couldn't help but think that, whenever he had his legs open, wonderful things seemed to happen to him. Such as now, for instance.

"Ohh…" Harry moaned, closing his eyes as warmth engulfed his erection. He reached down and threaded his fingers through Ron's hair, feeling how he was already starting to move up and down.

Harry's breath became uneven and he could feel that sinful tongue swirling around the head of his cock, so soft and wet and pleasantly warm. Ron knew how to get the reactions he wanted now, and he was licking and sucking in all the right places to get them. Harry gasped, feeling the tip of his tongue push roughly against the head, working against the slit there. He gripped Ron's hair tighter, as well as the blanket with his other hand, and panted wildly at the sensation.

He stared blindly up at the ceiling, unable to make out any distinct shapes, and concentrated on his other senses instead. He could feel Ron's hands on his thighs, holding him open. The roughness of the skin on them, the feeling of a Keeper's touch, made Harry unbelievably more randy. He could feel the way Ron's fingers squeezed lightly against his skin every time he went down, taking him as deep as he could go. He could feel Ron's breath, and hear the small noises he made. And he could feel how, when he dipped nearly all the way down, his throat constricted around the tip of Harry's cock, making him moan.

"Fuck, I love practice," Harry breathed, arching his back slightly as Ron did it again.

Ron's hands moved up to his hips, sliding around until each one was grasping an arse cheek firmly. He squeezed slightly, moaning around the erection in his mouth.

Harry shoved the blankets away, too hot to keep them on any longer. Ron's fuzzy outline and red hair became visible to him, his head bobbing slowly between Harry's legs. Harry couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but he could sure as hell feel it.

Moaning, he turned his head to the side, feeling the imminent buildup that would unfortunately end this. He would gladly thrust into Ron's mouth all day if he were given permission, but somehow that didn't seem realistic. Plus, Ron's tongue was too talented. Harry wasn't going to be able to last longer than Ron allowed him to…

To his horror, unfortunately, Harry heard footsteps coming up the stairs, right outside Ron's door.

Panicking, Harry looked over to see if it was locked, and then mentally chastised himself for not remembering that he was practically blind. It was amazing, the things one forgot on the brink of an orgasm…

"Ron, there's someone outside the door," Harry said quickly.

Ron grunted and shook his head, plunging down once more on Harry's cock.

"Seriously, they're coming," Harry urged, tugging his hair lightly to get his attention.

Ron ignored him.

Feeling annoyed, yet terribly aroused, Harry was trying to decide which path to take here. He could let Ron be an arse and finish him, but that may end with him having an orgasm in front of one of Ron's family members. He could pull Ron off, but then would be immensely sexually frustrated the remainder of the day…

"Ron, what if they walk in," Harry whimpered, his reasoning powers waning quickly.

Ron reached up, took Harry's forearms in each hand, and pinned them to the bed, preventing him from stopping anything. Apparently he had already decided.

Harry whined, arching up as Ron swallowed around him again. That sinful mouth worked roughly along him, drawing out small sounds and gasps from his throat. His legs were still splayed open, despite that being his only remaining form of resistance. Apparently he had decided as well…

"Ron?"

Oh god. One of the older brothers. Either Charlie or Bill, Harry wasn't sure. He was having trouble concentrating when Ron's tongue was moving along the underside of his cock like that. He grunted towards the ceiling, trying to restrain the noise so that whoever it was wouldn't hear.

Ron grunted as well, sinking down once more to take him at full length. Harry panted wildly, his hips thrusting upward to seek more. He was so close…

"Ron, I break curses in ancient Egyptian tombs for a living. I think I can handle a muggle door lock."

Harry moaned, though a bit strangled, his pinned hands gripping the sheets tightly. He came deep into Ron's throat. Hot seed flowed from him, flooding the wet heat before the other boy could swallow properly. Harry could hear the slurping noises as Ron tried to keep up, but could vaguely register some dribbling down the side of his cock as his hips bucked up of their own accord. Harry muffled the rest of his vocal expressions by biting harshly on his lower lip, quelling most of the sounds except for the most desperate ones. Finally, he felt the sensation fade to a bearable level...

He lay there when it was over, chest heaving. Ron let Harry's cock slip from his mouth with a small spuk.

Ron got up, threw the blankets over Harry's lifeless form, and rummaged around on the floor. Harry got a glimpse of his bare arse before pyjamas were pulled up and unfortunately covered the view. He wasn't wearing pants though. Or a shirt.

But apparently that didn't seem to matter, because he opened the door anyways.

"What?" Ron asked, sounding irritable.

"Okay, mum and dad said that we're gonna do presents soon. So you two should come down."

"Okay."

"What's that?"

"What?"

"On your…oh my god…please do not tell me that's what I think it is."

"Oh. Oops."

"Jesus Ron…"

"Must've missed some…"

Harry heard a mischievous tone to Ron's voice, as though he weren't sorry in the slightest for whatever had happened. Harry's eyes widened in panic. What the hell were they talking about?

"And what's that on your shoul – ? Oh my god. I'm leaving."

"Alright, see you soon!" Ron said cheerily, speaking loudly after the thundering footsteps in the distance.

He closed the door, put his back to it, and started laughing. Harry looked at his fuzzy outline, confused and worried.

"What is it?" he asked warily.

As Ron approached the bed, Harry saw his arm reach up and wipe across his mouth, as if he had something on his face. As if something had dribbled out from his mouth…wait…

"Oh no…Is that my – from my – ?" Harry asked weakly, hoping it wasn't true.

"Yeah. Apparently I was a bit…er…sloppy," Ron said, an obvious grin in his voice. "Bill noticed. Sorry."

"You didn't sound so sorry," Harry groaned, pressing his palms to his eyes in humiliation. He felt more weight added to the bed as Ron sat beside him.

"That's because I'm not, really," Ron said. Harry could tell he was smirking without even looking at him. His arms were pried away from his face by strong hands, and he felt Ron's mouth at his ear. "I'm glad everyone knows. I like sucking you off."

He punctuated his sentence by flicking his tongue out. Harry felt it trace against the shell of his ear before ending its journey with a light nip to the skin there.

"Well then…" Harry said shakily, forgetting why he was so embarrassed. "Won't you get in trouble though? With your parents, and everything?"

"Er…" Ron sounded uncomfortable at this. He was either hiding something, or realizing that Harry was right.

"What?" Harry pressed.

"Well, they er…maybe…sort of…already know," Ron said slowly.

"And why would that be?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes. Ron couldn't see him, for he was still speaking against his ear, but this only confirmed that something was awry. No eye contact meant bad things were about to be revealed.

"Well, they sort of heard us last night, I guess. And dad had to come put up a silencing charm to…cover the noise," he finished, sounding as though he were wincing.

"Oh nooooo…" Harry moaned, closing his eyes again. The blush that flushed over his cheeks was strong, brought on by the immediate image of Mr. Weasley having to come up in the middle of their intercourse, hearing their moans and grunts the entire way.

"But he was fine with it," Ron added quickly, wrapping his arms around Harry in a sort of loose hug around his middle. "He said that I'm almost an adult now, and whoever I sleep with is my business. Or something like that."

"Really?" Harry asked, slightly taken aback. He couldn't help but feel that, if the Dursleys ever discovered he had been sleeping with someone in their house, and a boy nonetheless, he would be thrown out so quickly he wouldn't even have time to put his clothes back on. Or he could simply be killed. It was a toss-up, really.

He was jealous, but not too negative about the whole thing. After all, if it meant he got to fuck at night and get sucked in the mornings, how could he be?

Ron looked up and Harry saw his bright blue eyes, so clear now that he was right up close to him. The sapphires blinked a few times, looking wide and innocent next to the sprinkling of freckles across that smooth skin, over the bridge of Ron's nose and his cheeks. But as Harry's eyes trailed to his mouth, landing on that plump bottom lip, he saw a glimmer of what must have been his own semen trailing from the corner, proving that the boy in front of him was far from innocent…

Smirking, Harry leaned up, and licked it right off. The taste of himself was strange, as it had been the first time he tasted it in a shared kiss. It was different from Ron's, but similar, in a way. Ron groaned, burying his head in the crook of Harry's neck.

"You can't do shit like that," he said in a muffled voice.

"Why not?" Harry asked, feeling a bit ashamed. Great, now Ron probably thought he was some sort of freak...

"It turns me on too much…"

Harry laughed. He reached up and pulled Ron's hair to bring him close, snogging him messily, tongues working together from long acquired familiarity. Cherries, chocolate, and everything sweet flooded Harry's senses, and he was lost.

But unfortunately, Ron pulled away, panting slightly.

"Let's hurry up and get dressed before I get too hard from all this."

Harry nodded reluctantly, following him out of bed.

They shuffled into the sitting room, wearing an acceptable amount of clothing now and free of any erections. Upstairs Harry had attempted to straighten out his hair in the bathroom mirror, which then insulted him, causing Ron to threaten to use it as a target for Quidditch practice. He insisted that the mirror was wrong, and that Harry was a sexy beast who he would gladly fuck right now if it weren't time to open presents. They then snogged, again, and had to spend a minute calming down before they finally headed downstairs.

Thus, here they were, slightly pink in the face but otherwise normal.

"Ah, boys, why don't you grab your presents and sit over there by the twins, yes?" Mr. Weasley said, indicating two piles of brightly wrapped parcels. He was sitting next to his own rather hefty mountain, part of which was spilling into his lap. Even Mrs. Weasley, who was usually bustling about in the background, was sat in one of the overstuffed armchairs next to a neat tower of her own presents, waiting patiently.

Harry and Ron walked over, scooped up their presents, and sat next to George's chair. The twins had long since started opening theirs, apparently too impatient to wait on them to come downstairs. Everyone else began tearing into the parcels now as well, making a chorus of loud ripping noises echo throughout the room.

"Wow, dad!" Ron said, opening a box and revealing a set of violent orange Chudley Cannons' robes. They were emblazoned with two black 'C's and a speeding cannonball, proudly displayed across the chest. "That's awesome!"

"Thought you'd like it, son," Mr. Weasley said, grinning proudly.

Harry looked over and saw that he had an identically wrapped present, the tag stating that it was from Mr. Weasley as well. Sure enough, when he tore the paper off and lifted the lid, the same bright orange color greeted him, nearly searing his retinas. He pulled them out, laughing. They looked pretty authentic, and quite official with all the ties and straps. Similar to their Gryffindor robes, they had slightly shorter sleeves, and were made of a bit thicker material to protect the player from the wind and rain. Straps on the inside of the sleeves tied to fit the wrist guards players were usually required to wear, and a loop in the back of the robes connected to the player's belt, making sure they stayed on when you were flying upside-down or in some of the stronger elements. They were the real deal.

"Wow, thanks, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, looking up at the slightly balding man. "Where did you even get these?"

"Yeah, they're like…really cool," Ron said vaguely, examining them in awe.

"I know a few people," Mr. Weasley said, winking.

Harry folded them up and set them back in the box, in case they were put in any imminent danger. Perhaps, if Ron wasn't too protective of his own, they could play in them later.

Harry reached for another box, tearing into it immediately. The rest of the family was opening their presents in a flurry of parcel paper and ribbons, moving quickly onto each one after exclamations of glee and praise. However, Harry always tried to take his time. He had only started getting used to receiving presents on holidays now. After eleven years of nothingness, it made one want to cherish the moments you were suddenly blessed with…

"Wow Harry, thanks," Bill said, chuckling and holding up the fanged necklace.

Harry laughed, nodding in his direction. It matched better than he had expected. A single rope with a single fang. Nothing too elaborate, but with all the telltale signs of a rugged Curse-Breaker. He watched as Bill tied it around his neck, making an appreciative noise.

"Oh no," Mrs. Weasley said, looking a bit disapproving. "Not another one!"

"I dunno Ron, he's buying Bill jewelry. Next thing you know, it'll be interior decorating," Fred said, laughing and dodging the empty box Harry had chucked at him.

Inside the box had been a blue knitted jumper sporting a large 'H' on the front, which he thanked Mrs. Weasley for and placed next to the robes. Harry looked over and saw that Ron was holding a small silver object, which he was questioning Charlie about.

"Yeah, but what does it do?" Ron asked, looking closely at it.

"Attracts them within a five mile radius. Probably shouldn't blow it when you're near the Swiss Alps, though. That's the general area of their mating grounds and…well…just don't do that and you'll be fine," Charlie explained, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably.

Ron brought the small whistle-like object to his lips, sucked in a breath, and blew. It made a rough sound, which oddly resembled the shrieking noise Hagrid made to summon the Thestrals last year. It was quieter, at least, and not quite so angry-sounding.

"Cool," Ron said, grinning slightly. "If I ever want to see Norbert, I'll come visit and maybe he'll fly round to bite me again. For old time's sake."

"Well actually Ron, we found out that – "

"Oi Harry, what the bloody hell are these?" Fred's voice cut into Harry's eavesdropping, making him turn to face the twins. They had unwrapped his presents to them, and were eyeing them curiously.

"Oh, here, let me show you," Harry stood and walked between them, taking the objects from their hands. "Okay, Fred give me your right hand…now George, yours…okay, now George's left hand…and Fred's…okay, now try to take them off."

The twins pulled simultaneously, their pointer fingers connected on each hand by the Chinese finger traps. Yet no matter how hard they pulled, they only succeeded in tightening the woven tubes around their fingers, unable to escape. Harry laughed as they began swearing at each other, trying to pull harder.

"How do you get them off?" George asked, clearly frustrated. They looked rather ridiculous, connected by each hand in an almost loving gesture.

"Insist that I'm acting queer, eh?" Harry shot, smirking. He took one of the toys, pushed it together to slacken again, and their fingers popped out easily. The identical shocked expressions on their faces only made him laugh harder.

"Weird," George said, doing the same with the other toy to free them fully. "What spell is that?"

"None. It's a muggle toy," Harry said, earning another baffled look. "Oh, and you're forbidden to use them on Ron. Everyone else is fair game."

"Thanks Harry," they said in unison, grinning a bit evilly in Bill's direction.

Good lord, what had he done…

Ignoring the possible damage he had just inadvertently inflicted on several people, Harry sat back down next to Ron on the floor. It was a good thing, too, because Ron was opening his present next.

"This one turned out pretty good," Ron said quietly, chuckling. They didn't need reliving of the whole wrapping experience…

"Then open it," Harry pressed, making a shooing motion at the present.

Ron quickly tore the inexpertly placed paper, untied the ribbon, and discarded them onto the floor before examining his gift fully.

"Oh wow…" Ron said, his blue eyes lighting up.

It was a shiny, brand new, glass chess set. Harry had picked out the most expensive, professional-looking one he could find that was worthy of Ron's spectacular skills in the game. It had several enchantments like the usual sets they played with, except these ones were trained to not shout out random pieces of advice, which Ron always hated. The pieces also never shattered, for they were under an Unbreakable Charm, and they never were able to leave more than a foot from the board. Ron had been frustrated on more than one occasion when they had discovered he was missing a Rook or a Bishop, but this would surely solve that problem.

"Harry, this is so cool," Ron said, smiling happily. His hand ghosted over the clear-and-frost checkered board, feeling the rough texture of the frosted squares and the smooth texture of the clear ones.

"The pieces fit in a drawer underneath the board," Harry said, pulling it open to show him. "And they can't get lost or break or anything, because they're enchanted."

Ron looked up at him, biting his lower lip.

"Thanks, Harry," he said, looking truly grateful. Harry thought he saw a flicker of something else reflected in those blue sapphires, but was unsure what it was exactly.

"Well, you know, I figured a really good player needs a really good set," Harry said, grinning sheepishly. "Plus, I want you to be able to play with the finest there is. If you're gonna kick my arse, at least do it with more style than everyone else."

Ron reached over and put his hand on the back of Harry's neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. He lingered, despite the fact that the whole family could probably see them. Harry could taste the sweetness of Ron's soft lips, smell the intoxicating scent of him, and felt the thumb that was slowly stroking against the scruff of his neck from Ron's hold. He couldn't help but feel that he was drowning in sweets, sugar, and everything that was good as Ron said 'thank you' with more than just his words…

But then it ended, and Ron pulled away leaving Harry almost breathless.

"I really like it," he said, grinning like a small child at…well…Christmas.

"That's good," Harry said vaguely, still recovering.

"Go on, then, open mine," Ron said, gesturing at a green one. It was small and perfectly square. Harry couldn't even imagine what it could be, but Ron looked extremely excited about it, whatever it was.

Harry picked up the small box and unwrapped it. It was also rather well done, compared to how the rest of Ron's had turned out…

But when Harry held up the clear box to see what exactly was inside, he forgot all about wrapping again.

"No way," Harry said, grinning over at Ron. There was no mistaking the telltale signs of that little golden ball, for he was trained to spot it from across the pitch in an instant.

Harry lifted the clear lid and pulled out the Snitch, turning it over in his hands. Its silvery wings flicked out immediately and began lazily fluttering, not really trying to fly, but acknowledging his existence nonetheless. He looked closer to see the small words etched into the metal surface, right at the center between the wings:

Harry Potter

"It's a practice Snitch," Ron said, looking over his shoulder. "It acts like a normal one, but then you can call it back to you when you're done playing. I figured, you know, it's a bit more personal than just using the school's all the time. And this one won't get slower with age, since it's already got your touch memorized and all. I think, with all the people using the practice ones at the school, it gets confused or something from all the – "

Harry kissed Ron this time, breaking off his sentence. Holding the fluttering Snitch tightly to his chest, Harry wondered if that was why his heart felt like it suddenly had wings of its own.

"Thanks," Harry said, pulling away and not bothering to hold back his smile. "I really like it."

Author's Note Again: Alrighty, so let's see here...if you guys can get me at least 100 reviews (5 to go), then I will write a one-shot on any pair you guys want. You can suggest it in the review, in a PM, I don't care. I will select one, maybe two if the inspiration strikes me. You can make the suggestions as outrageous as you want. They can be weird, canon, or even hetero. I won't judge you. ;) Oh! Also, Chapter 1 of my new story, which is a sort of spin-off from this one, will be coming out pretty soon. I'm not saying anything, but it may or may not be the Seamus/Dean fic you guys keep bugging me about. I just sort of have to figure out what the hell to name it first...

So, that little blue number beside the yellow bubble better read 100 by the time I get back! Don't make me turn this car around!