Chapter Eight
A Surprising Revelation
He was dumbstruck, gobsmacked.
He hadn't seen it coming; he hadn't even dreamed of it happening.
Yet it was happening and the effect on him was like the unleashing of a pent-up stream. An emotion gushed over him so strong he shivered. Like a bolt of lightning he realised that this, this was what he had really been longing for all day. All the day's half-coherent meandering thoughts had wanted this. A passion was being ignited inside him unlike anything in his experience. They were embraced and the touch of Ron's lips seemed the fulfilment of all his desires, the reward for all the years of loneliness and longing.
Ron's hand moved up Harry's back to caress his hair. Their lips parted as Ron tenderly removed Harry's glasses, laid them aside, and began kissing his face, cheeks and neck. Harry felt his back arch closer to Ron, inflamed by the fire of his lips. He found Ron's neck and began passionately kissing back. His hands fondled the softness of his crimson hair as his kisses made their way back to his pouting lips. Ron uttered a quiet moan that made Harry determined that his next kiss would express the depths of his love and need for him.
Everything else faded in the electricity of that moment. There was only the two of them, discovering a union of spirit that was at once as delicate as gossamer and yet more powerful than all the magic in the world.
It was some time before either Harry or Ron made any attempt to stop kissing and caressing each other. Even then it was more to savour the moment than to actually bring it to an end. They were sitting very close, half reclining, in a corner of the couch. Ron had his arms wrapped around him while Harry was playfully tickling his ear.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Ron finally spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper. "All the time we've been together, all those nights you were visiting us at the Burrow; I wanted this so bad! I've wanted this for years; I just never knew how you'd react and I couldn't risk losing you"
Harry was blushing, feeling perfectly safe and truly wanted for the first time in his life. He gazed up at the man he now knew he loved above all others and kissed him again.
They sat in silence for a moment longer.
"Where you testing me today?" Harry suddenly thought to ask him.
"Testing you?"
"Yes, at first you seemed so nervous about having forgotten the swim trunks but later..."
"Well actually, I left them on purpose. Dobby told me there was a lake. I left them so we'd have to swim naked. I pretended to be nervous about it in case you were shy about it. I figured if you thought I was being shy you'd decide to challenge me."
Ron kissed Harry again, a slow loving passionate kiss as they held each other closer.
"I was wondering," Harry continued in a playful tone, "because you sort of lost your 'modesty' after that." Harry was leading up to telling Ron how he'd felt after the swim but Ron seemed to have misunderstood.
"I guess I was trying to tempt you," Ron replied with a guilty sounding tone. "You'd been acting funny since this morning when you found us naked in bed together."
"What? You knew that? But you were asleep!" Harry was shocked.
"Harry! There's 'being asleep' and there's being 'asleep'," he continued after hesitating. Then it all came tumbling out of him. He had obviously wanted to reveal his feelings to Harry for a long time. He also seemed to think Harry was having second thoughts.
"Didn't it cross your mind that when you went to sleep last night you had on your underwear but when you woke up we were both naked? Last night you were sleeping so soundly and I wanted you so bad, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to have just one night to hold you. So I tried stripping you and you didn't wake up. Then I lay down next to you and you were sleeping so soundly even then that you didn't wake up. I'm sorry, Harry, I just had to feel you next to me.
"I didn't intend for you to wake up and find us like that. But this morning I kind of woke up and you were already getting out of bed so I pretended to still be sleeping. I thought that if you were angry or disgusted but I was asleep maybe you'd figure it just happened and wouldn't blame me. Then at least I'd still have your friendship. But you just stood there looking at me. And when you came back from the bathroom you were also looking at me then. It made me wonder if maybe there was any a chance you might accept me.
"All day I've been watching you look at me and thinking things over. After the swim when I challenged you to race and we fell on the grass it felt so good lying there with you, feeling you next to me. When we got back to the House, I decided I had to find a way to kiss you. So I thought up having a celebration for Hermione. When I was arranging for the celebration I secretly added a note to the Management that we wanted the most tantalising wine ever. I thought that then if I kissed you and you didn't like it maybe I could pass it off as because of the wine
"Harry, I think I loved you from the first day we met at King's Cross. All these years I've tried but I just couldn't let go of it. And every time Voldemort was after you, I was terrified I'd lose you. But now that he's dead and we've graduated at Hogwarts I realised I'm going to lose you anyway. So I just had to see if I could kiss you just once and not have you hate me for it. I love you, Harry. Today I tried tempting you and I tricked you into letting me kiss you. I know it was wrong of me. Please forgive me and don't hate me for it."
Ron's eyes filled with tears as he said all this. He was watching Harry's eyes fearfully trying to anticipate his reaction to this confession. At the same time he was holding him and gently but nervously playing with his hair.
Harry listened attentively, drinking it all in. As he listened he understood the love Ron was confessing. He understood the confusion Ron must have felt for so long and the powerful emotion he had also come to realise in himself. And he also understood Ron's fear of losing him. Harry didn't want to lose him, either. He couldn't lose him; he wouldn't lose him. Harry's heart was breaking as he saw the fear of rejection in Ron's eyes.
He pulled him closer and kissed him.
"Weasley, you're such a twit," he whispered. "I was so confused today because I wanted you and I wasn't sure what you felt for me. All day long I've been wanting you. I realised I've always loved you too, and I think I was falling in love with you during the Tri-Wizard Tournament." Ron blushed a little as though he too had wondered about being the one chosen for Harry to save.
"It all came home to me today," Harry continued. "I kept asking myself if it was stress or exhaustion, and in the end there was only one conclusion. I just wanted to get through the day and find myself in bed holding you again." Ron was looking at him with a glimmer of hope in his beautiful eyes.
"That wine didn't make you kiss me, Ron, and it didn't make me kiss you back." He looked him straight in the eye and said, "I love you, Ron."
Teardrops began flowing down Ron's face. Harry gently wiped them away and kissed him again. "I couldn't stand to lose you either," he said. "And I won't lose you! Not now, not when I've finally discovered the Love I've been waiting my whole life for. Somehow we're going to be together, I just know it. I love you so much, Ron."
They were holding each other close and were now both crying. After a few moments, they kissed and gazed into each other's eyes. All the doubts and fears were vanishing in the assurance of the love they had finally discovered.
"Harry," Ron hissed somewhat hesitantly, "can we go to bed now?"
Without another word, Harry pulled Ron upright. They hugged each other again and kissed. Harry ran his hands through Ron's hair and around his back. He brought his hand down to caress his bottom and felt Ron press closer against him. He turned and walked toward the bedroom, holding his hand.
They sat on the edge of the bed and removed their shoes and socks. Harry stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Ron stood up, too. In a moment they were undressing each other, relishing each touch as their garments fell to the floor. Harry was almost trembling as he ran his hands over Ron's shoulders. Then they stood there, inches from each other, anticipation and passion surging within them. They embraced again, the touch of each other's skin sending ripples of rapture flowing through them.
Harry pulled Ron down onto the bed next to him. He felt whole and complete for the first time in his life, yet his craving for Ron was still growing. He loved him, and now he knew that Ron clearly loved him. They had revealed their souls to each other. No other love could compare with the bliss they had now discovered. Harry was so in love with Ron. He wanted him. He needed him. He would never let him go. There was only one final step and Ron would be his forever.
A Surprising Revelation
He was dumbstruck, gobsmacked.
He hadn't seen it coming; he hadn't even dreamed of it happening.
Yet it was happening and the effect on him was like the unleashing of a pent-up stream. An emotion gushed over him so strong he shivered. Like a bolt of lightning he realised that this, this was what he had really been longing for all day. All the day's half-coherent meandering thoughts had wanted this. A passion was being ignited inside him unlike anything in his experience. They were embraced and the touch of Ron's lips seemed the fulfilment of all his desires, the reward for all the years of loneliness and longing.
Ron's hand moved up Harry's back to caress his hair. Their lips parted as Ron tenderly removed Harry's glasses, laid them aside, and began kissing his face, cheeks and neck. Harry felt his back arch closer to Ron, inflamed by the fire of his lips. He found Ron's neck and began passionately kissing back. His hands fondled the softness of his crimson hair as his kisses made their way back to his pouting lips. Ron uttered a quiet moan that made Harry determined that his next kiss would express the depths of his love and need for him.
Everything else faded in the electricity of that moment. There was only the two of them, discovering a union of spirit that was at once as delicate as gossamer and yet more powerful than all the magic in the world.
It was some time before either Harry or Ron made any attempt to stop kissing and caressing each other. Even then it was more to savour the moment than to actually bring it to an end. They were sitting very close, half reclining, in a corner of the couch. Ron had his arms wrapped around him while Harry was playfully tickling his ear.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Ron finally spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper. "All the time we've been together, all those nights you were visiting us at the Burrow; I wanted this so bad! I've wanted this for years; I just never knew how you'd react and I couldn't risk losing you"
Harry was blushing, feeling perfectly safe and truly wanted for the first time in his life. He gazed up at the man he now knew he loved above all others and kissed him again.
They sat in silence for a moment longer.
"Where you testing me today?" Harry suddenly thought to ask him.
"Testing you?"
"Yes, at first you seemed so nervous about having forgotten the swim trunks but later..."
"Well actually, I left them on purpose. Dobby told me there was a lake. I left them so we'd have to swim naked. I pretended to be nervous about it in case you were shy about it. I figured if you thought I was being shy you'd decide to challenge me."
Ron kissed Harry again, a slow loving passionate kiss as they held each other closer.
"I was wondering," Harry continued in a playful tone, "because you sort of lost your 'modesty' after that." Harry was leading up to telling Ron how he'd felt after the swim but Ron seemed to have misunderstood.
"I guess I was trying to tempt you," Ron replied with a guilty sounding tone. "You'd been acting funny since this morning when you found us naked in bed together."
"What? You knew that? But you were asleep!" Harry was shocked.
"Harry! There's 'being asleep' and there's being 'asleep'," he continued after hesitating. Then it all came tumbling out of him. He had obviously wanted to reveal his feelings to Harry for a long time. He also seemed to think Harry was having second thoughts.
"Didn't it cross your mind that when you went to sleep last night you had on your underwear but when you woke up we were both naked? Last night you were sleeping so soundly and I wanted you so bad, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to have just one night to hold you. So I tried stripping you and you didn't wake up. Then I lay down next to you and you were sleeping so soundly even then that you didn't wake up. I'm sorry, Harry, I just had to feel you next to me.
"I didn't intend for you to wake up and find us like that. But this morning I kind of woke up and you were already getting out of bed so I pretended to still be sleeping. I thought that if you were angry or disgusted but I was asleep maybe you'd figure it just happened and wouldn't blame me. Then at least I'd still have your friendship. But you just stood there looking at me. And when you came back from the bathroom you were also looking at me then. It made me wonder if maybe there was any a chance you might accept me.
"All day I've been watching you look at me and thinking things over. After the swim when I challenged you to race and we fell on the grass it felt so good lying there with you, feeling you next to me. When we got back to the House, I decided I had to find a way to kiss you. So I thought up having a celebration for Hermione. When I was arranging for the celebration I secretly added a note to the Management that we wanted the most tantalising wine ever. I thought that then if I kissed you and you didn't like it maybe I could pass it off as because of the wine
"Harry, I think I loved you from the first day we met at King's Cross. All these years I've tried but I just couldn't let go of it. And every time Voldemort was after you, I was terrified I'd lose you. But now that he's dead and we've graduated at Hogwarts I realised I'm going to lose you anyway. So I just had to see if I could kiss you just once and not have you hate me for it. I love you, Harry. Today I tried tempting you and I tricked you into letting me kiss you. I know it was wrong of me. Please forgive me and don't hate me for it."
Ron's eyes filled with tears as he said all this. He was watching Harry's eyes fearfully trying to anticipate his reaction to this confession. At the same time he was holding him and gently but nervously playing with his hair.
Harry listened attentively, drinking it all in. As he listened he understood the love Ron was confessing. He understood the confusion Ron must have felt for so long and the powerful emotion he had also come to realise in himself. And he also understood Ron's fear of losing him. Harry didn't want to lose him, either. He couldn't lose him; he wouldn't lose him. Harry's heart was breaking as he saw the fear of rejection in Ron's eyes.
He pulled him closer and kissed him.
"Weasley, you're such a twit," he whispered. "I was so confused today because I wanted you and I wasn't sure what you felt for me. All day long I've been wanting you. I realised I've always loved you too, and I think I was falling in love with you during the Tri-Wizard Tournament." Ron blushed a little as though he too had wondered about being the one chosen for Harry to save.
"It all came home to me today," Harry continued. "I kept asking myself if it was stress or exhaustion, and in the end there was only one conclusion. I just wanted to get through the day and find myself in bed holding you again." Ron was looking at him with a glimmer of hope in his beautiful eyes.
"That wine didn't make you kiss me, Ron, and it didn't make me kiss you back." He looked him straight in the eye and said, "I love you, Ron."
Teardrops began flowing down Ron's face. Harry gently wiped them away and kissed him again. "I couldn't stand to lose you either," he said. "And I won't lose you! Not now, not when I've finally discovered the Love I've been waiting my whole life for. Somehow we're going to be together, I just know it. I love you so much, Ron."
They were holding each other close and were now both crying. After a few moments, they kissed and gazed into each other's eyes. All the doubts and fears were vanishing in the assurance of the love they had finally discovered.
"Harry," Ron hissed somewhat hesitantly, "can we go to bed now?"
Without another word, Harry pulled Ron upright. They hugged each other again and kissed. Harry ran his hands through Ron's hair and around his back. He brought his hand down to caress his bottom and felt Ron press closer against him. He turned and walked toward the bedroom, holding his hand.
They sat on the edge of the bed and removed their shoes and socks. Harry stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Ron stood up, too. In a moment they were undressing each other, relishing each touch as their garments fell to the floor. Harry was almost trembling as he ran his hands over Ron's shoulders. Then they stood there, inches from each other, anticipation and passion surging within them. They embraced again, the touch of each other's skin sending ripples of rapture flowing through them.
Harry pulled Ron down onto the bed next to him. He felt whole and complete for the first time in his life, yet his craving for Ron was still growing. He loved him, and now he knew that Ron clearly loved him. They had revealed their souls to each other. No other love could compare with the bliss they had now discovered. Harry was so in love with Ron. He wanted him. He needed him. He would never let him go. There was only one final step and Ron would be his forever.