I Can't Believe
Harry Potter Slash Fanfiction
Written by Raven
Author's Note: Tell me if this story sucks...I'll try to improve it. This is going to be a long fic also. Hopefully. I have no idea where this should go, ideas welcome. Disclaimer: Don't own the characters! Damn. Wish I did. Warning: This is SLASH. Boy on boy action here little ones. This fic also has rape in it so if you can't deal, off you go then!
He heard crying. Quiet sobs coming from the right of him. Ron blinked his eyes open as he heard a gasp for breath. Harry. He laid there a while longer getting himself put together, before getting ready to go over to his best friend.
Ron grappled around for his wand, took a deep breath and threw the coverlet off himself, he got out of bed a tiptoed to the other one next to him. He pushed the curtains to the side and saw the outline of Harry in his bed, curled up in the fetal position.
"Harry? You all right mate?"
Silence, except for some sniveling. Shutting the curtains behind him once again and casting a silencing charm around the small area, Ron lifted Harry's covers and got in. This had been happening since the beginning of the new year. Harry would wake up from a horrible nightmare, and Ron could feel Harry's pain and wake up also. The first night he had no clue what to do, until Harry had called out to him, begging him to comfort him. Of course, Ron couldn't ignore him when he sounded so pitiful and scared. So that first night he climbed in bed with Harry and wrapped his long gangly arms around his best friend, making him feel safe. Just like now.
"It's okay, Harry. I'm right here for you, I won't leave you." Harry turned around in Ron's arms and burrowed into the redhead's warm body. He rested his head against Ron's collarbone, sighing deeply.
"Everything will be all right." Ron ran his hand through the messy black hair. He could feel Harry's breath run along his skin, and his breathing quickened slightly. Harry had no clue that Ron wanted him. Not just as a friend, but as a lover. Ron only just admitted to himself that he was head- over-feet in love with the Boy-Who-Lived. Everything they had been through with each other had made him love the beautiful green-eyed boy more. Ron kissed his forehead gently.
"Ron?"
"Yes?"
"Can you stay here with me tonight? I don't want you to go back to your bed." He looked up at Ron's face and could barely make out a nod.
"I'll stay here." They laid quietly with each other, feeling a peacefulness wash over them. Ron had the strongest urge to press his lips to Harry's. I want him to know that I lo-...No, I just want to kiss him right now. I'll tell him, but not toni-...I want to kiss him...
"Harry? Do you think I could..." He trailed off feeling embarrassed. " Do you think I could, um, could I borrow your Transfigurations homework?" Ugh! That's not it! "I haven't, er...finished it and you know how McGonagall gets when you don't have her work done..." That's *not* what you wanted to ask!
"Sure, I'll give it to you at breakfast."
"Thanks." Well, I did need to see his homework...Just ask already you git! He won't get mad...Well,I think he won't...
"Er, Harry? Can I, um, canigiveyouakiss?" The last part of the questioned was very slurred and he flushed brilliantly in the dark. Please, please please please! He heard a soft giggle muffled into his neck.
"Did you just ask if you could kiss me?"
"Er, yeah. I did." His face radiated heat, he was blushing so badly. "Can I?"
Harry giggled again. "I've never kissed anyone before. You'll be the first, and well, go ahead if you really want too..."
Ron swallowed nervously. He leaned forward as in slow motion, gently pressing his lips to Harry's. He could feel the lips under his respond, pressing back lightly. His hand ran up Harry's side, along his neck, cupping his cheek. His tongue flicked against lips and they slowly parted for him. Oh, this is heaven.
Ron pressed his body firmly against Harry and leaned his weight on him until he was aligned perfectly on top of him. His hands tangled themselves in black locks and his tongue fought fiercely with Harry's. Ron wanted to memorize this very moment, this moment was perfect. This moment I will never forget, I will remember it on my death bed.
He broke off to breath. Harry was gasping underneath him. "That was wonderful Ron. Will you please ki-..." He stopped as Ron attacked his neck with his mouth, biting and nipping and suckling.
"Oh, Harry, I've wanted this. For so long." All Harry could do was moan as Ron bit down into his shoulder. Ron ran a hand down to the buttons of the pajama top Harry was wearing and starting to maneuver them out of the holes. Once that barrier was gone he sat up and pulled he own shirt over his head. Ron leaned back over and lay his lips across Harry's. Then he moved upwards and kissed each of his eyelids. Salt lingered there from the tears that were shed earlier. Licking his lips, Ron straddled Harry's thighs and ran his hands over the boy's chest, flicking his nipples lightly. Harry tensed.
"I don't think I want to d-..." He was cut off yet again as Ron forcibly shoved his tongue back into the wet warm that was his mouth. Ron's hand strayed lower, and played with the waistband of the cotton pants. He hand slid into the them, rubbing against Harry's hip.
"I want you Harry." The words were said softly into his ear. Ron nipped his earlobe, kissed it, then moved below to the soft flesh under and began to make a mark. He thrust his hips lightly making Harry aware of his erection.
"No, Ron. Gerroff." Harry pushed at Ron's chest to get him away, but he didn't budge. "I said get off Ron."
"I want you Harry..." This time it was whispered against his throat. He reached down and cupped Harry in his hand.
"Ron! Get, get the hell off me!" Harry grabbed Ron's hand and yanked it away from him. Then he pushed him again and finally he sat up. Harry glared at him. Ron couldn't see, but could definitely feel it. He didn't care. "I think you should go back to your bed Ron."
"No." The word was somewhat growled and it surprised Harry. "I'm not going back to my bed. I'm staying here with you. I want you Harry and I am going to have you."
Ron bent down to kiss him, but Harry moved his head to the side. Ron tried again. Harry avoided it. Ron growled, and grabbed Harry's chin and held him still while he fused their mouth's together. Harry started to struggle, and was about to start hitting, but Ron got hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head.
"Harry, you're going to behave. Okay? I don't want to hurt you. We're going to do this. Relax." Ron extended his hand and started to pull Harry's pants and boxers off.
"Stop! Ron, I don't want to do this! Plea-..."
"Shush." He ran his hand up Harry's shaft. "Everything's going to be fine..." He wrapped his hand around him. "this is going to feel great if you'll just let it." He pumped slowly.
"God, Ron stop!" Harry bucked up trying to get away. He tried to move he legs but they were underneath Ron. Tears sprang to his eyes and they slowly started to drip down the side of his face. I don't want this...
Ron fisted Harry trying to get his new, yet unwilling, lover to shoot. Harry was moaning and sobbing, still trying to get away. I'll make him feel good, so he won't try and fight.
Ron held his hands tightly, he leaned down and kissed him as he felt Harry tense finally and spray his load into Ron's hand. Giving Harry's lips a last light kiss, he smiled, wiping his hand on the side of the bed.
"Now, Harry, will you stop fighting me? I'm not through yet, and I don't want to have to bind you." Harry nodded dejectedly. Ron moved to the side of him. "Good. Now, love, spread your legs for me. Come on now, don't make me do it." Legs were slowly parted. Ron removed his shorts and lay between Harry's open legs.
He stared down at his best friend, if you could call him that now, taking in his beauty. Even when he was weeping he was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. Ron kissed Harry's cheek. Harry whimpered.
"Ron..."
"Yes, love?"
"C-can we please st-stop?"
"Now why ask a silly thing like that? Of course we're not going to stop. I was just letting you rest, love." Ron started to touch him again. His hand slipped down past his scrotum and felt around for his hot little hole. Finding it, he rubbed it gently. Harry wiggled around. Ron removed his hand and looked around the bed for his wand, finding it under the pillow, he pointed it at Harry's canal and whispered "Lubricus..."
Harry yelped and his hips jerked upwards from the cold that entered him. He slowly started to inch away from Ron, he didn't want him to touch him again. Ron saw and grabbed him forcing on his back. He positioned himself at the entrance. "Harry, don't try." He growled, "Or next time, I will resort to hurting you."
Ron held his wrists at his side, digging them into the bed. He pushed his hips forward slowly, letting his head pop past the ring of muscle. Harry screamed and clamped down immediately. "No, no please stop...don't do this. Get out get out! It hurts..." The lubrication wasn't helping, more tears fell from his bloodshot eyes.
"Relax..." Ron groaned and pushed again. Harry felt like he was ripping in two. He started struggling against Ron. " That's it." He let go of one of Harry wrists and smacked him across the face. There was a resounding slap and Harry's bawling. He rubbed Harry's cheek softly. "Don't make me hit you again."
Ron lowered his entire body down onto Harry and nibbled at his neck as he pushed in deeper. "You're so tight, so hot. I love you, Harry. You're mine. B'long to me..." He thrust hard one more time and he was deeply seated inside Harry's body.
Harry lay there in agony. "Hurts Ron, stop...no..get..out..." He words slurred and he couldn't feel anything but the pain. Ron started to move in and out slowly, then faster, little by little. "No..more, can't stand...it...stop...please..."
" S'okay 'Arry. S'fine. Perfect." Ron started pumping harder, his arms wrapped around Harry's back and he grasped his shoulders. He pushed Harry harder onto him with his arms every time he rammed into him. He picked up his pace. Ron was driving so hard into him now that the headboard started to shake with the bed. Harry starting to scream out nonstop when he felt something rip on the inside.
" Ron! Please STOP! You're hurting me!"
" S'fine, love. S'wonder *groan* ful..." Everything was mumbled into Harry's neck. Sweat was dripping off both of them. Ron untangled one arm from behind Harry and reached down to jerk him off.
" Don't *sob* t-touch me!" Harry tried in vain to stop feeling the little pleasure Ron was giving him by fondling him. Please, please! Let this be over soon...
Harry's throat was so sore he couldn't scream anymore, he body went limp and he just stared out into space. Ron was still pounding his small, lithe body, and pumping his erection. Out of nowhere his orgasm was upon him, all he could do was buck up once and clamp down his muscles tighter, bringing on Ron's climax as well. Ron let go a roar as he shot his load into Harry's once again limp form. He pumped a few more time milking himself, then collapsed on Harry.
"Oh...'Arry. So wonderful...Love you..." Ron took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he went into a light dose. Harry just lay there still staring off into nothingness...
Author's Note: Tell me if this story sucks...I'll try to improve it. This is going to be a long fic also. Hopefully. I have no idea where this should go, ideas welcome. Disclaimer: Don't own the characters! Damn. Wish I did. Warning: This is SLASH. Boy on boy action here little ones. This fic also has rape in it so if you can't deal, off you go then!
He heard crying. Quiet sobs coming from the right of him. Ron blinked his eyes open as he heard a gasp for breath. Harry. He laid there a while longer getting himself put together, before getting ready to go over to his best friend.
Ron grappled around for his wand, took a deep breath and threw the coverlet off himself, he got out of bed a tiptoed to the other one next to him. He pushed the curtains to the side and saw the outline of Harry in his bed, curled up in the fetal position.
"Harry? You all right mate?"
Silence, except for some sniveling. Shutting the curtains behind him once again and casting a silencing charm around the small area, Ron lifted Harry's covers and got in. This had been happening since the beginning of the new year. Harry would wake up from a horrible nightmare, and Ron could feel Harry's pain and wake up also. The first night he had no clue what to do, until Harry had called out to him, begging him to comfort him. Of course, Ron couldn't ignore him when he sounded so pitiful and scared. So that first night he climbed in bed with Harry and wrapped his long gangly arms around his best friend, making him feel safe. Just like now.
"It's okay, Harry. I'm right here for you, I won't leave you." Harry turned around in Ron's arms and burrowed into the redhead's warm body. He rested his head against Ron's collarbone, sighing deeply.
"Everything will be all right." Ron ran his hand through the messy black hair. He could feel Harry's breath run along his skin, and his breathing quickened slightly. Harry had no clue that Ron wanted him. Not just as a friend, but as a lover. Ron only just admitted to himself that he was head- over-feet in love with the Boy-Who-Lived. Everything they had been through with each other had made him love the beautiful green-eyed boy more. Ron kissed his forehead gently.
"Ron?"
"Yes?"
"Can you stay here with me tonight? I don't want you to go back to your bed." He looked up at Ron's face and could barely make out a nod.
"I'll stay here." They laid quietly with each other, feeling a peacefulness wash over them. Ron had the strongest urge to press his lips to Harry's. I want him to know that I lo-...No, I just want to kiss him right now. I'll tell him, but not toni-...I want to kiss him...
"Harry? Do you think I could..." He trailed off feeling embarrassed. " Do you think I could, um, could I borrow your Transfigurations homework?" Ugh! That's not it! "I haven't, er...finished it and you know how McGonagall gets when you don't have her work done..." That's *not* what you wanted to ask!
"Sure, I'll give it to you at breakfast."
"Thanks." Well, I did need to see his homework...Just ask already you git! He won't get mad...Well,I think he won't...
"Er, Harry? Can I, um, canigiveyouakiss?" The last part of the questioned was very slurred and he flushed brilliantly in the dark. Please, please please please! He heard a soft giggle muffled into his neck.
"Did you just ask if you could kiss me?"
"Er, yeah. I did." His face radiated heat, he was blushing so badly. "Can I?"
Harry giggled again. "I've never kissed anyone before. You'll be the first, and well, go ahead if you really want too..."
Ron swallowed nervously. He leaned forward as in slow motion, gently pressing his lips to Harry's. He could feel the lips under his respond, pressing back lightly. His hand ran up Harry's side, along his neck, cupping his cheek. His tongue flicked against lips and they slowly parted for him. Oh, this is heaven.
Ron pressed his body firmly against Harry and leaned his weight on him until he was aligned perfectly on top of him. His hands tangled themselves in black locks and his tongue fought fiercely with Harry's. Ron wanted to memorize this very moment, this moment was perfect. This moment I will never forget, I will remember it on my death bed.
He broke off to breath. Harry was gasping underneath him. "That was wonderful Ron. Will you please ki-..." He stopped as Ron attacked his neck with his mouth, biting and nipping and suckling.
"Oh, Harry, I've wanted this. For so long." All Harry could do was moan as Ron bit down into his shoulder. Ron ran a hand down to the buttons of the pajama top Harry was wearing and starting to maneuver them out of the holes. Once that barrier was gone he sat up and pulled he own shirt over his head. Ron leaned back over and lay his lips across Harry's. Then he moved upwards and kissed each of his eyelids. Salt lingered there from the tears that were shed earlier. Licking his lips, Ron straddled Harry's thighs and ran his hands over the boy's chest, flicking his nipples lightly. Harry tensed.
"I don't think I want to d-..." He was cut off yet again as Ron forcibly shoved his tongue back into the wet warm that was his mouth. Ron's hand strayed lower, and played with the waistband of the cotton pants. He hand slid into the them, rubbing against Harry's hip.
"I want you Harry." The words were said softly into his ear. Ron nipped his earlobe, kissed it, then moved below to the soft flesh under and began to make a mark. He thrust his hips lightly making Harry aware of his erection.
"No, Ron. Gerroff." Harry pushed at Ron's chest to get him away, but he didn't budge. "I said get off Ron."
"I want you Harry..." This time it was whispered against his throat. He reached down and cupped Harry in his hand.
"Ron! Get, get the hell off me!" Harry grabbed Ron's hand and yanked it away from him. Then he pushed him again and finally he sat up. Harry glared at him. Ron couldn't see, but could definitely feel it. He didn't care. "I think you should go back to your bed Ron."
"No." The word was somewhat growled and it surprised Harry. "I'm not going back to my bed. I'm staying here with you. I want you Harry and I am going to have you."
Ron bent down to kiss him, but Harry moved his head to the side. Ron tried again. Harry avoided it. Ron growled, and grabbed Harry's chin and held him still while he fused their mouth's together. Harry started to struggle, and was about to start hitting, but Ron got hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head.
"Harry, you're going to behave. Okay? I don't want to hurt you. We're going to do this. Relax." Ron extended his hand and started to pull Harry's pants and boxers off.
"Stop! Ron, I don't want to do this! Plea-..."
"Shush." He ran his hand up Harry's shaft. "Everything's going to be fine..." He wrapped his hand around him. "this is going to feel great if you'll just let it." He pumped slowly.
"God, Ron stop!" Harry bucked up trying to get away. He tried to move he legs but they were underneath Ron. Tears sprang to his eyes and they slowly started to drip down the side of his face. I don't want this...
Ron fisted Harry trying to get his new, yet unwilling, lover to shoot. Harry was moaning and sobbing, still trying to get away. I'll make him feel good, so he won't try and fight.
Ron held his hands tightly, he leaned down and kissed him as he felt Harry tense finally and spray his load into Ron's hand. Giving Harry's lips a last light kiss, he smiled, wiping his hand on the side of the bed.
"Now, Harry, will you stop fighting me? I'm not through yet, and I don't want to have to bind you." Harry nodded dejectedly. Ron moved to the side of him. "Good. Now, love, spread your legs for me. Come on now, don't make me do it." Legs were slowly parted. Ron removed his shorts and lay between Harry's open legs.
He stared down at his best friend, if you could call him that now, taking in his beauty. Even when he was weeping he was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. Ron kissed Harry's cheek. Harry whimpered.
"Ron..."
"Yes, love?"
"C-can we please st-stop?"
"Now why ask a silly thing like that? Of course we're not going to stop. I was just letting you rest, love." Ron started to touch him again. His hand slipped down past his scrotum and felt around for his hot little hole. Finding it, he rubbed it gently. Harry wiggled around. Ron removed his hand and looked around the bed for his wand, finding it under the pillow, he pointed it at Harry's canal and whispered "Lubricus..."
Harry yelped and his hips jerked upwards from the cold that entered him. He slowly started to inch away from Ron, he didn't want him to touch him again. Ron saw and grabbed him forcing on his back. He positioned himself at the entrance. "Harry, don't try." He growled, "Or next time, I will resort to hurting you."
Ron held his wrists at his side, digging them into the bed. He pushed his hips forward slowly, letting his head pop past the ring of muscle. Harry screamed and clamped down immediately. "No, no please stop...don't do this. Get out get out! It hurts..." The lubrication wasn't helping, more tears fell from his bloodshot eyes.
"Relax..." Ron groaned and pushed again. Harry felt like he was ripping in two. He started struggling against Ron. " That's it." He let go of one of Harry wrists and smacked him across the face. There was a resounding slap and Harry's bawling. He rubbed Harry's cheek softly. "Don't make me hit you again."
Ron lowered his entire body down onto Harry and nibbled at his neck as he pushed in deeper. "You're so tight, so hot. I love you, Harry. You're mine. B'long to me..." He thrust hard one more time and he was deeply seated inside Harry's body.
Harry lay there in agony. "Hurts Ron, stop...no..get..out..." He words slurred and he couldn't feel anything but the pain. Ron started to move in and out slowly, then faster, little by little. "No..more, can't stand...it...stop...please..."
" S'okay 'Arry. S'fine. Perfect." Ron started pumping harder, his arms wrapped around Harry's back and he grasped his shoulders. He pushed Harry harder onto him with his arms every time he rammed into him. He picked up his pace. Ron was driving so hard into him now that the headboard started to shake with the bed. Harry starting to scream out nonstop when he felt something rip on the inside.
" Ron! Please STOP! You're hurting me!"
" S'fine, love. S'wonder *groan* ful..." Everything was mumbled into Harry's neck. Sweat was dripping off both of them. Ron untangled one arm from behind Harry and reached down to jerk him off.
" Don't *sob* t-touch me!" Harry tried in vain to stop feeling the little pleasure Ron was giving him by fondling him. Please, please! Let this be over soon...
Harry's throat was so sore he couldn't scream anymore, he body went limp and he just stared out into space. Ron was still pounding his small, lithe body, and pumping his erection. Out of nowhere his orgasm was upon him, all he could do was buck up once and clamp down his muscles tighter, bringing on Ron's climax as well. Ron let go a roar as he shot his load into Harry's once again limp form. He pumped a few more time milking himself, then collapsed on Harry.
"Oh...'Arry. So wonderful...Love you..." Ron took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he went into a light dose. Harry just lay there still staring off into nothingness...