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Syd
Ron felt a sharp thwack on the back of his
head. Instinctively, his hand flew up to his neck. There was
nothing there, but when he turned around, he saw a large acorn lying in
the grass. Rustling in the bushes a few feet away gave away that
the person who had thrown the acorn was sneaking away. Ron followed
the crunching footsteps, but then realized who the feet belonged to.
Ron tackled the person in the bush. He knocked the person to the ground, laying on top of their back. "Harry, you are lousy at sneaking."
"Oh, hi, Ron," Harry gasped. Ron was
taller and more muscled than him, and he felt crushed. "I don't know
- don't know what you're talking about." Although his face was towards
the ground, Ron could see him smiling.
"Wow, Harry, you are dense." Ron stood
up, and picked Harry up by the back of the waist of his pants. Harry's
body folded in half and he began muttering mutinous things under his breath
as he brushed his shoulders off. He pushed his chest out and retained
his composure, saying haughtily, "I have no idea what you are talking about,
you prat."
"I believe this," Ron held up the acorn, "belongs
to you?"
Harry picked up the acorn, looked at it with
furrowed brows through round glasses, shrugged and said offhandedly, "Nah,
never seen it before in my life." He tossed it over his left shoulder
and ran off, laughing crazily. Harry glanced behind and saw Ron pelting
after him. He ran faster, shoes slapping the damp grass. When
he knew he was gaining on Ron, he quickly kicked off his shoes. He
ran barefooted towards the edge of the pond on Stoat's Head Hill. Off came his shirt and he shed his shorts in a pile on the grass.
With a splash, Harry dived into the pond in
only his boxer shorts. Ron had given Harry swimming lessons this
summer, so now he could confidently swim in the pond for hours without
tiring. Another splash tore through the summer afternoon and Ron
swan with powerful strokes to where Harry was treading water. He splashed
Harry as they both laughed and shouted like sailors at each other.
After swimming until their muscles seized
up and they couldn't stay above water anymore, Harry and Ron flopped down
on the green grass by the shore. Panting in the warm sunlight and
laughing, they stared up at the clouds. Harry plucked a long piece
of grass from the ground, and poked it in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully
on the end of the grass shoot, wondering about the school year on its way. His seventh year at Hogwarts. The last year of school. Harry
didn't bother thinking about taking the N.E.W.T.s because he always did
fine on exams - after all, he was best friends weith a Hermione, the human
library. Instead, he thought about what every teenager thinks about
for hours everyday.
"Ron, do you realize the two of us are very
much single as well as very much seventeen?" Ron sighed deeply in
reply, and started picking at the grass sadly.
"Yeah. But you're lucky. I've
never even kissed anyone before. Or been kissed for that matter."
"Yeah well I've only gotten kissed because,
well, remember that night when you stayed home because you were sick, and
me and Hermione went to Hogsmeade?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, we kinda, er, got drunk. Erm...and
remember those caves Sirius used to stay in?"
"Harry, don't tell me -"
"Yeah well, I got to second base, nothing
more. And it's not like it really meant anything, after all, we were
drunk."
"Second base? And you never told
me? With Hermione?" Ron burst into hysterical laughter,
clutching his stomach and rolling around on the grass. The mere thought
of Hermione and Harry....Hermione was too smart to get drunk like that.
"Yeah, well, she's a good kisser, believe
it or not, Ron. If there's one thing I remember about that day, it's
that she sure knows what she's doing."
"Probably read books about it or something!" Ron was still laughing crazily, but was now propped up on his elbow on
his side, watching Harry steadily blush.
"Oh stuff it. You've never even kissed
anyone before! How would you know?" With that, Ron stopped
laughing, and laid down on his back feeling ectremely embarassed.
"Thanks for reminding me. What
would I ever do without such a caring friend?"
"Aww come one Ron, you were ragging on me
about Hermione, what was I supposed to do? But, seriously, what are
you gonna do! You're seventeen and you don't know how to kiss!"
"Go ahead, rub it in! But, I guess you're
right. Do you think, you could, ummm...show me?" Now it was
Harry's turn to roll on his side, looking quizically at Ron, defiantly
staring up at the sky.
"You want me to kiss you?"
"Well, I meant more like tell me what you
do, you know, what do you do with you tongue and stuff..."
"Ron, you're blushing. Well, I can't
really tell you what to do, you kinda need first hand experiance."
"You're blushing too. I don't know about
you, but I am very comfortable with my sexuality."
"Are you suggesting what I think you
are suggesting? I mean, I'm comfortable with my sexuality too, but,
I mean, really."
"Aww come on Harry, you teach me what a guy
does, then I would know. I mean there's a difference, right?"
"Well, yeah, but, I know we're friends and
all, but isn't this a little too much?"
"Harumph." Ron laughed indignantly,
but never the less looked put out.
"Alright, alright, fine. But, you can't
tell anyone, I'm already talked about enough." Harry sat up and crossed
his legs. Ron looked surprised, but sat up too. After a deep
breath, and trying to ignore his qualms, he realized tha it wouldn't be
that bad. He didn't feel that way about Ron, and the same with Ron. It was a simple lesson. "Okay, number one. I assume you know
how to just plain kiss, right? You know, like the kind of kiss that
you use in front of your mom."
"Er..." Harry laughed and leaned forward. At first he hesitated, but then toughed it up and kissed Ron quickly on
the lips.
"That was an in-front-of-your-mom- kiss. Now you try." Ron's eyes opened very wide, but he leaned forward
and gently brushed his lips against Harry's. "Good. You're a natural," Harry chuckled. Ron smiled sheepishly and looked down at his lap. Harry stood up, and brushed himself off. He held his hand out to
Ron and pulled him to his feet. He took a deep breath and said, "Alright. Now, this one is when you and your girlfriend or whatever are alone, but
she's shy and isn't too keen on full out snogging. Remember, you
gotta preheat the cauldron before you brew the potion. You put you
hands here, right on the hips, so your hand is cupped around the bone,
but gently." Harry firmly placed Ron's hands on his waist, and Harry
wrapped his arms around Ron's neck. "Now, this is your job, but I'm
going to demonstrate." Harry leaned in and softly pressed his pillowy
lips to Ron's jaw line, the moved to his earlobe. Ron shivered when
he felt Harry's hot breath skipping all over his neck. Slowly, he
kissed Ron's neck in various places. When he drew away, he smiled,
and was panting a little. "Your turn." Nervously, Ron leaned
in and tried to mimic what Harry had done, mildly tracing his lips over
Harry's defined jaw bone. When Harry let out a slight moan in response
to Ron's lips, the red head pulled away, severely startled.
"Harry, what was that?"
"Ron, if you want ot kiss someone, you gotta
expect something like that. I was just doing that to see what you
would do." Ron looked at Harry suspicioulsy, not quite believing
him, but brushed it off.
"Now what?" Skipping the introduction,
Harry leaned in, covering Ron's mouth with his own warm lips, playfully
nipping Ron's plentiful lower lip, then sliding his tongue into Ron's mouth. Ron slightly pulled back, but didn't break the kiss. Harry unabshedly
traced over Ron's gum line with his tongue, while beginning to work his
jaw up and down. he peeked through a slitted eyelid, to see Ron straing
scaredly at Harry. He broke away, sighing, and saying, "Ron, you
can't open your eyes. For one, it's not polite or at all arousing,
second, it's just plain creepy to find the person staring at you."
"Harry, what the hell was that?"
"You wanted a lesson. I personally think
I'm a pretty good kisser - I don't slobber. And you know, you're
not that bad yourself. I don't think you really need lessons from
me." In spite of himself, Harry giggled. "But you might want
to, I dunno, move your mouth and tongue more, you know. Not letting
it just sit there like a piece of meat, no offense."
"Well, you surprised me, is all."
"Hmm...well, whoever you choose to snog might
pull something from up his...I mean her sleeve. You gotta be ready." Harry's cheeks reddened slightly.
"You, er, wanna try again?" Without
waiting for a response, Ron wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and closed
his eyes, perfectly on target. This time it was his mouth calling
the shots, leading, causing Harry to just hang helplessly in Ron's grip. Harry's glasses were knocked off, but neither of them took time to notice. When Ron placed a kiss on Harry's collarbone, Harry was secretly proud
that Ron had picked up on something that he hadn't thought to teach him
about. He didn't want to let go, and that scared him. Both boys privately were enjoying themselves, but made sure not to let
the other find out.
Ron surely didn't mean to, but he let out a low quiet moan when
Harry slid his tongue over Ron's teeth. Harry was silently pleased,
and responded with equal fervor. Somehow, Harry didn't think that
this qualified as practice anymore. Ron's palms were moist on Harry's
bare back, and they were hot and cold at the same time, planted firmly
on the skin, grasping, stretching, playing. Harry pulled away
roughly when he needed air, breathing heavily as he touched his savaged
lips with a shaking fingertip and muttering, "Maybe I'm not so comfortable
with my sexuality as I thought..."