A/N: I didn't get many reviews..(.it's okay but please R/R! Also, you might
want to read the prequel to this, Innocence of the Heart, if you haven't
read it yet but you don't have to.
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Last Minute Gifts
It was late at night that a certain room in the Weasley domain housed two young men that had yet fallen asleep.
"Ron I don't think you even know how happy I am right now?" Harry sighed, full of content. The boys were cataloging all of Harry's presents; they had just realized the time and were preparing for bed.
Ron smiled up at Harry; then another appeared, all for himself. He had made Harry happy, seen him turn another year older. He sat against his bed frame and admired how much Harry had changed. He had grown into his frail body, overcoming his skinniness. It was miraculous, seeing how those Muggles mistreated him.
Ron's lover had finally had a growth spurt. He was still a couple of inches shorter than he was but at least you could tell he was a sixth year instead of a third. He also filled out in muscle mass from Qudditch training. 'He'll be doing more of that now that he's captain,' mused Ron as he watched Harry put his things away. One more thing had made Harry's change more drastic: his glasses. Ron had bought Harry a new pair of durable thin- framed glasses with rectangular lens. They fit his face beautifully pulling together Harry's new mature look.
Harry wasn't the only one to mature of the summer. Ron had yet another growth spurt, sending him to a height barely below six feet. His freckles lighten up and his frame thickened, to become more masculine. His taste in decoration had altered also. His room was rid of all the orange but now was a navy blue. There was a small bookcase, a tall floor lamp and only one poster of the Chudley Canons. Even the frog tank has converted into an aquarium for four tropical fish.
"Looks like we missed one last present." Announced Ron as he pulled a gift box from under the pile of empty ones.
"Whose it from?" Harry was over by the fish tank feeding the fish that Ron had neglected in all the hoopla of the party.
"Dean I believe." Ron peeked at the gift tag, "But it's for me." He hurriedly unwrapped the gift.
"Well, what is it?" questioned Harry as he saw a smile form at the red head's lips.
"Wait here," with that Ron was off and out of the room.
Harry plopped down on the bed and waited. Moments passed and soon his best friend was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but emerald green silk boxers. A grin tugged at the corners of Harry's mouth.
"You look wonderful in those."
"Complements to Dean." Ron swaggered over to Harry, who stood up to meet Ron half way.
"Now what is all this Mr. Weasley?"
"Just a last minute gift from me." The boxer clad young man answered. When the two boys finally met in the center, Harry gently slid his arm around Ron's neck, letting his fingers drag tenderly against the taller boy's shoulder. Harry leaned into Ron's cinnamon scent as the youngest Weasley son began to move his hand under Harry's T-shirt.
The brown-eyed boy put a finger under his lover's chin, tilted his head up and placed a warmhearted kiss on his lips. Harry quivered with the sensation of Ron's lips on his; he slipped into the warmth that radiated from the body that was pressed against his. Both bodies had somewhere along the way moved together so that every body part was touching one another.
The kiss quickly deepened as the passion and desire between the two star- crossed lovers. Soon, Harry slid his tongue into the warm chamber that was Ron's sweet mouth. Harry was in complete heaven; he was here, with the love of his life, celebrating his birthday in the most delightful way. He couldn't ask for more. Just as Harry commanded the escalation of the simplistic act of love, he ended it. Wrapping his other arm around Ron's lean torso, Harry looked into beautiful brown eyes.
"I love you." Breathed Harry.
"And I you." Ron placed his chin on the top of Harry's head. This was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. "You want to go to bed?"
"No," Harry yawned. "Yes. I'm sorry." He smiled bashfully.
"What are you sorry for? Come on." Ron pulled Harry to his bed and cuddled up to him.
"Happy Birthday Harry," was the last thing Harry heard before falling asleep.
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Last Minute Gifts
It was late at night that a certain room in the Weasley domain housed two young men that had yet fallen asleep.
"Ron I don't think you even know how happy I am right now?" Harry sighed, full of content. The boys were cataloging all of Harry's presents; they had just realized the time and were preparing for bed.
Ron smiled up at Harry; then another appeared, all for himself. He had made Harry happy, seen him turn another year older. He sat against his bed frame and admired how much Harry had changed. He had grown into his frail body, overcoming his skinniness. It was miraculous, seeing how those Muggles mistreated him.
Ron's lover had finally had a growth spurt. He was still a couple of inches shorter than he was but at least you could tell he was a sixth year instead of a third. He also filled out in muscle mass from Qudditch training. 'He'll be doing more of that now that he's captain,' mused Ron as he watched Harry put his things away. One more thing had made Harry's change more drastic: his glasses. Ron had bought Harry a new pair of durable thin- framed glasses with rectangular lens. They fit his face beautifully pulling together Harry's new mature look.
Harry wasn't the only one to mature of the summer. Ron had yet another growth spurt, sending him to a height barely below six feet. His freckles lighten up and his frame thickened, to become more masculine. His taste in decoration had altered also. His room was rid of all the orange but now was a navy blue. There was a small bookcase, a tall floor lamp and only one poster of the Chudley Canons. Even the frog tank has converted into an aquarium for four tropical fish.
"Looks like we missed one last present." Announced Ron as he pulled a gift box from under the pile of empty ones.
"Whose it from?" Harry was over by the fish tank feeding the fish that Ron had neglected in all the hoopla of the party.
"Dean I believe." Ron peeked at the gift tag, "But it's for me." He hurriedly unwrapped the gift.
"Well, what is it?" questioned Harry as he saw a smile form at the red head's lips.
"Wait here," with that Ron was off and out of the room.
Harry plopped down on the bed and waited. Moments passed and soon his best friend was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but emerald green silk boxers. A grin tugged at the corners of Harry's mouth.
"You look wonderful in those."
"Complements to Dean." Ron swaggered over to Harry, who stood up to meet Ron half way.
"Now what is all this Mr. Weasley?"
"Just a last minute gift from me." The boxer clad young man answered. When the two boys finally met in the center, Harry gently slid his arm around Ron's neck, letting his fingers drag tenderly against the taller boy's shoulder. Harry leaned into Ron's cinnamon scent as the youngest Weasley son began to move his hand under Harry's T-shirt.
The brown-eyed boy put a finger under his lover's chin, tilted his head up and placed a warmhearted kiss on his lips. Harry quivered with the sensation of Ron's lips on his; he slipped into the warmth that radiated from the body that was pressed against his. Both bodies had somewhere along the way moved together so that every body part was touching one another.
The kiss quickly deepened as the passion and desire between the two star- crossed lovers. Soon, Harry slid his tongue into the warm chamber that was Ron's sweet mouth. Harry was in complete heaven; he was here, with the love of his life, celebrating his birthday in the most delightful way. He couldn't ask for more. Just as Harry commanded the escalation of the simplistic act of love, he ended it. Wrapping his other arm around Ron's lean torso, Harry looked into beautiful brown eyes.
"I love you." Breathed Harry.
"And I you." Ron placed his chin on the top of Harry's head. This was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. "You want to go to bed?"
"No," Harry yawned. "Yes. I'm sorry." He smiled bashfully.
"What are you sorry for? Come on." Ron pulled Harry to his bed and cuddled up to him.
"Happy Birthday Harry," was the last thing Harry heard before falling asleep.