Nov.02: WOW! I'm on a roll! I have Chpt. 10, 11, 12 and 13 done! It was
soooooo...woah! So..I'll mostly send 11 tomorrow or day after that. I'm
just inching to send them out so...no thank you's today, though Aloh Dark,
Velvet Chocolate and SparkySparkles did. After 13 is out, I'm taking a
vacation so I can get back to more of the psychology of it all and write
more love scenes. A lot a crap happens. A little explanation and a little
desperation. I love to use that word a lot in this story. And VC..I heard a
little talky-talk from all of them. Hopefully u might get a reply! So let
the plot thicken!
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Chpt 10
Ron and Harry were seated in Divination, fumes assaulting them as they sat, waiting for Trelawney's instructions.
"Today class, we will be working on the section of foretelling one's future and love interest with the usage of the crystal ball. I want you all to silently focus on the crystal ball and ask yourself, and the ball, to show you what it sees."
Lavender and Parvil giggled with delight. Ron sighed in dismay.
"So, you'll mostly likely see Miss Cho Chang in the blasted ball, huh Harry?" Ron questioned lightly, nose scrunched up in obvious dislike at the present assignment. "Why did we sign up for this bull again?"
"It's easy." Harry stared into the glasslike orb. "But I question our motives too sometimes."
"So, like I ask earlier, do you still like Cho?"
"I don't know." Harry hesitated.
"What? You don't like her?"
"I...um..I don't know. Can we get back to our assignment?"
"You want to do an assignment! What's wrong Harry? Are you okay?" Ron smiled brightly.
"That's none of your business, Mr. Ronald Weasley." Harry smiled in return, watching Ron closely.
"Come on Harry! Don't let my dreary faggot tales bring you down. I want to hear about your heterosexual stories. I want to hear how the other half lives." Sighed Ron dreamily, joking dripping from his words.
"The other half? Don't you mean the other third?"
"Oh, right. We mustn't forget about the bisexuals. Greedy bastards."
The two burst out laughing. They were glad to be back on good terms with each other. Especially Harry. He needed Ron, more than the red haired boy could ever comprehend.
"Well, we should say the other quarter. He can't forget about those who don't find either sex attracted." Harry grinned widely, though secretly for the professor was watching the two closely.
"Poor Snape. Oh! Wait! What about the others.....like-"
"Ron we will not include those who have sex with animals. That's horrible!"
Ron busted out in laughter. He couldn't hold it in any longer; he'd gladly except a detention from Trelawney.
"Good to see that the old Ron is back."
"Temporarily."
"It's better than nothing."
"True."
Harry and Ron silently went on with their work, not wanting to ruin a perfectly good conversation by treading deeper into the world of sexuality that would inevitably lead to a discussion about Ron's sex life.
Harry gazed listlessly into the ball, counting down the minutes until the bell rang.
//It would be actually entertaining to see what this thing could show// Harry thought as a cloud of mist began to swirl inside. The dense cloud of haze began to slowly take shape.
Harry peered in closer. He could see a figure in a darkish room with a patch of red next to him. As the cloud dissipated, Harry could make out a picture of him, lying in a bed in the hospital wing; Ron was the patch of red. It seems that he was mumbling something that Ron seemed intent to listen to. He could almost feel the faint touches of warmth on his hands. In the crystal, Ron was also touching, grasping his hand as well. He could feel the deep passion flowing up to his mouth in the form of words. He was telling his best friend his passion, his feelings of love and loneliness. Soon thereafter, Ron leaned down and placed his luscious lips over Harry's. The real Harry could feel the bated breath of his friend, the feel of pure elation swelling deep in his heart.....he told Ron of his true feelings for him and Ron excepted them.
Gradually, the mist reformed, masking the scene to fold, then unfold, to another. This one came in clearer, faster. It seemed to be set at Ron's house, in his room, with Harry grasping something, paper he saw, and hiding it under a loose floorboard.
Just as quickly as the mist left, it went. It, yet again, opened to a scene at the Weasleys' home, in Ron's room, on his bed. Harry's breath quickened, mouth dried, blood heated and lust enflamed at his nether regions. He and Ron were having sex.
Harry fully felt, as he entered Ron, the wet heat enveloping him graciously. It was as if he had done this a few times before. He could feel Ron's hips brush against his. All the while, Harry was thanking the stars for his billowy robes or else everyone would be able to see his impersonations of the hats they must wear at year's end.
Professor Trelawney just so happened to glide over to Ron and Harry's table.
"Harry, dear, what's the matter?" she asked, obviously perturbed by his sudden sweating, shortness of breath and other symptoms. "Were you able to feel what was going on?"
Harry simply nodded, not taking his eyes of the mystical glass orb. A faint - 'You took me, now I get to take you.'- wove through his ears, implanting itself into his brain. Did Harry just grunt that?
"What do you see, Harry?" asked Ron excitedly.
"Mr. Weasley that is none of your business. This is Harry's prediction and his alone." She spoke softly. "So, what did you see?"
"Um, ma'am? If it's none of Ron's business then I suppose it's none of yours." Harry stuttered.
Trelawney looked disgruntled as she stormed off to poke her nose in others predictions.
"Harry are you alright? Looks like you saw something disturbing." Ron sad, worry laced throughout his words and eyes.
"Not disturbing but shocking and...."
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." He smiled softly as he looked over at Ron.
"Why are you smiling so goofy at me? Did you see Cho? Or someone else?"
"Someone else, who was very unexpected."
"Oh. Okay."
Harry continued to watch as he and Ron finished, Ron wrapping himself around Harry. Legs entwined, arms wrapped around the other. A sight Harry hoped would soon come true.
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Chpt 10
Ron and Harry were seated in Divination, fumes assaulting them as they sat, waiting for Trelawney's instructions.
"Today class, we will be working on the section of foretelling one's future and love interest with the usage of the crystal ball. I want you all to silently focus on the crystal ball and ask yourself, and the ball, to show you what it sees."
Lavender and Parvil giggled with delight. Ron sighed in dismay.
"So, you'll mostly likely see Miss Cho Chang in the blasted ball, huh Harry?" Ron questioned lightly, nose scrunched up in obvious dislike at the present assignment. "Why did we sign up for this bull again?"
"It's easy." Harry stared into the glasslike orb. "But I question our motives too sometimes."
"So, like I ask earlier, do you still like Cho?"
"I don't know." Harry hesitated.
"What? You don't like her?"
"I...um..I don't know. Can we get back to our assignment?"
"You want to do an assignment! What's wrong Harry? Are you okay?" Ron smiled brightly.
"That's none of your business, Mr. Ronald Weasley." Harry smiled in return, watching Ron closely.
"Come on Harry! Don't let my dreary faggot tales bring you down. I want to hear about your heterosexual stories. I want to hear how the other half lives." Sighed Ron dreamily, joking dripping from his words.
"The other half? Don't you mean the other third?"
"Oh, right. We mustn't forget about the bisexuals. Greedy bastards."
The two burst out laughing. They were glad to be back on good terms with each other. Especially Harry. He needed Ron, more than the red haired boy could ever comprehend.
"Well, we should say the other quarter. He can't forget about those who don't find either sex attracted." Harry grinned widely, though secretly for the professor was watching the two closely.
"Poor Snape. Oh! Wait! What about the others.....like-"
"Ron we will not include those who have sex with animals. That's horrible!"
Ron busted out in laughter. He couldn't hold it in any longer; he'd gladly except a detention from Trelawney.
"Good to see that the old Ron is back."
"Temporarily."
"It's better than nothing."
"True."
Harry and Ron silently went on with their work, not wanting to ruin a perfectly good conversation by treading deeper into the world of sexuality that would inevitably lead to a discussion about Ron's sex life.
Harry gazed listlessly into the ball, counting down the minutes until the bell rang.
//It would be actually entertaining to see what this thing could show// Harry thought as a cloud of mist began to swirl inside. The dense cloud of haze began to slowly take shape.
Harry peered in closer. He could see a figure in a darkish room with a patch of red next to him. As the cloud dissipated, Harry could make out a picture of him, lying in a bed in the hospital wing; Ron was the patch of red. It seems that he was mumbling something that Ron seemed intent to listen to. He could almost feel the faint touches of warmth on his hands. In the crystal, Ron was also touching, grasping his hand as well. He could feel the deep passion flowing up to his mouth in the form of words. He was telling his best friend his passion, his feelings of love and loneliness. Soon thereafter, Ron leaned down and placed his luscious lips over Harry's. The real Harry could feel the bated breath of his friend, the feel of pure elation swelling deep in his heart.....he told Ron of his true feelings for him and Ron excepted them.
Gradually, the mist reformed, masking the scene to fold, then unfold, to another. This one came in clearer, faster. It seemed to be set at Ron's house, in his room, with Harry grasping something, paper he saw, and hiding it under a loose floorboard.
Just as quickly as the mist left, it went. It, yet again, opened to a scene at the Weasleys' home, in Ron's room, on his bed. Harry's breath quickened, mouth dried, blood heated and lust enflamed at his nether regions. He and Ron were having sex.
Harry fully felt, as he entered Ron, the wet heat enveloping him graciously. It was as if he had done this a few times before. He could feel Ron's hips brush against his. All the while, Harry was thanking the stars for his billowy robes or else everyone would be able to see his impersonations of the hats they must wear at year's end.
Professor Trelawney just so happened to glide over to Ron and Harry's table.
"Harry, dear, what's the matter?" she asked, obviously perturbed by his sudden sweating, shortness of breath and other symptoms. "Were you able to feel what was going on?"
Harry simply nodded, not taking his eyes of the mystical glass orb. A faint - 'You took me, now I get to take you.'- wove through his ears, implanting itself into his brain. Did Harry just grunt that?
"What do you see, Harry?" asked Ron excitedly.
"Mr. Weasley that is none of your business. This is Harry's prediction and his alone." She spoke softly. "So, what did you see?"
"Um, ma'am? If it's none of Ron's business then I suppose it's none of yours." Harry stuttered.
Trelawney looked disgruntled as she stormed off to poke her nose in others predictions.
"Harry are you alright? Looks like you saw something disturbing." Ron sad, worry laced throughout his words and eyes.
"Not disturbing but shocking and...."
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." He smiled softly as he looked over at Ron.
"Why are you smiling so goofy at me? Did you see Cho? Or someone else?"
"Someone else, who was very unexpected."
"Oh. Okay."
Harry continued to watch as he and Ron finished, Ron wrapping himself around Harry. Legs entwined, arms wrapped around the other. A sight Harry hoped would soon come true.