Nov.02: It's the Yule Ball!!!! Everything is set, decorations hung and we
see our Ron and Harry getting ready. Yes, Ron is supposed to be wearing a
frilly dress robe with frayed ends but I can't do it! Ron has gone through
enough so....deal with it!
Ron: You're right! I've been through enough! I break up with Draco, I get with-
Nov.02: *covers hand over Ron's mouth* Shut up! Don't tell him that you numb nut. Draco shouldn't have been so mean to me, he got what he deserved....not really.
Ron: No wonder Draco's off somewhere being all quiet and Harry making fun of him. Boys can be so cruel.
Nov.02: I agree. You were always my favorite.
Ron: *smiles* WELL THANK YOU TO VELVET CHOCOLATE, ALOH DARK AND SPARKYSPARKLES!
Nov.02: No need to shout about it. And VC...you can have them..but I'll need them back tomorrow or Thursday. Well....everyone out there, there is one more chapter before I take a vacation! And this chapter is upsetting, so don't be mad at me! Now read!
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Chpt 12
"I refuse to go in that so called dress robe! It's got lace on it! If people don't know I'm gay, they'll know after they see me in this." Ron scrutinized as he stared into the mirror.
"It's not that bad, Ron." Harry tried to rationalize. He couldn't handle this ball and the dancing without him.
"Sure, it what twisted dimension?"
"Ron, here. It's a Christmas gift from me. I didn't know when to give this to you." Harry walked over to his bed, retrieving a plain white box. "Here."
Ron reluctantly turned from his reflection, "What now? I don't think a blasted thing could help me now. Do you know a good severing spell?"
Ron plopped down on his friend's bed, wishing that the gift was some kind of device that would kill him so he wouldn't have to deal with the humiliation that would inevitably come. He opened it slowly and inside was midnight. Or at least he thought it was. A new black dress robe. The Weasley was overjoyed with the prospect of going to the ball without embarrassment.
"Oh Harry! Thank you but I can't except this. This must have cost an arm and a leg. I'm sorry."
"Ron, this was a gift given in the spirit of the holidays. I thought you were obligated to accept those handed to you in this holiday season."
"Harry.....you....thanks." Ron quickly disregarded the robe he was wearing and pulled on his brand new one.
"Okay you two, very touching but can we please go downstairs." Seamus called from the doorway.
The two obliged the energetic Irish boy. Maybe tonight won't be too bad, Ron thought.
"I still can't work out how you two got the best-looking girls in our year." Dean commented and the group, including Neville in front, started on their journey to the Common Room.
"Animal magnetism," Ron joked sarcastically.
"They are nice looking. Not too hard on the eyes, eh?" Seamus said over his shoulder.
"Yeah, good looking....girls..woo-hoo." Ron mumbled under his breath with blatant cynicism.
"So, don't like girls then? Completely homo?" Harry whispered so the others wouldn't hear.
"Guess so,"
At the foot of the stairs stood, Parvati in robes of pink with gold interwoven in her long dark braid, gold bracelets glittered on her wrists.
"You like nice," Harry stuttered slightly.
"Thanks. Padma's going to meet you in the entrance hall," she added.
***
Soon, all the students made their way down to the immense hall that stood in front of the Great Hall. Once they reached their final destination, and Ron meet up with his date, they children were able to let their anxiety surface. Many had crowded towards the Great H all doors, which were scheduled to open at the stroke of 8 o'clock. Of course though, the Durmstrang students were allowed at the very front, after much pushing and shoving.
Ron was taking in the entire calamity that was swirling around him. Krum had a beautiful looking girl draped on his arm. She was wearing vibrant blue robes with resplendent smile on her pretty face.
//Lucky man// Ron thought has he continued to observe his fellow classmates. He quickly landed his eyes on Malfoy who had Pansy Parkinson, of all people, on his arm.
The oak front doors opened. Everyone turned to look as the Durmstrang students filed in. Fairy lights speckled the lawns and in rosebushes outside the back door. It was rather breath taking.
"Champions, over here," McGonagall said over the voices of eager students. Ron quietly said his 'see you later', walked over to a table and situated himself so he could get a clear view of Harry and Draco who was leaning up against a wall, watching him.
//I wish he would stop that. It makes it hard to stare at somebody// Ron thought.
Draco was wearing a black velvet robe with a high collar, which made him resemble a vicar. That simple thought made a small smile appear on his lips. Draco, a vicar. He'd love to see that, though Draco's track record on his sexual persistence would make him a fine candidate to be apart of the clergy.
Draco. Malfoy. Whatever you want to call him, he was magnificent. And he needed to quit thinking about him. He rejected him and Ron needed to let go. Just like Harry said. The guy who left you lost out and you gained everything. Harry was right, he needed to forget about Draco.
Just like his best friend said.
Harry, his best friend, had been at his side through all this hysteria over this one boy. Harry listened about his boy troubles all the while being understanding, listening to him completely though he has his on troubles to deal with.
Ron had always wondered why Harry did half the things he did. Why would such a 'great' and famous boy as he put up with being his friend? He could be off doing so much more, be so much more if he wasn't friends with him. But he was, is and always will.
That was the noble thing about Harry Potter. He would befriend any and everyone deserving it. May they be witch or half-bred, giant or house elf, as long as they were good and true, he would join them in friendship.
A soft melody, played by the wizarding world's famous rock group, The Weird Sisters, began to play as the four couples started to sway in a flowing dancing manner. He saw Krum and the now identified Hermione smile shyly at one another, Fluer and Roger too close for comfort, Cedric and Cho making small talk and Harry and his date doing the same. Harry seemed a little mechanic on the dance floor. It was as if he couldn't feel at easy with her. He appeared to never be truly comfortable around girls. Maybe it was his shyness for never really communicating with others while with his horrible Muggle relatives. Ron had a small inkling that he was a bit odd. Off in a sense. Or maybe he, well, he was forever around Ron, happy and relaxed.
Maybe Harry was dipping into Ron's home team, as they say. But that was impossible. Harry was too popular with the female population for that. But wouldn't it be something if he were.
//I wonder how many boys would jump on the chance to date him// mused Ron.
Harry was attractive in a sort of Harry Potter way. That was just the way he was. He had his own sort of attractiveness. The way his hair never seemed to stay in one strategic place, it constantly had this look, as if air had made sure to tussle it about, that made him look rustic. His bright shining eyes that either showed a sensual vulnerability or compelling strength, loyalty. Ron noticed that he did tend to look him in the eye whenever he needed to be reassured.
A very sexy quality indeed.
As the opening dance ended, the champions and their partners went to their tables or to mingle. Harry chose the later and Ron grimly stared of into the distance.
"You're not having fun, are you Ron?" Padma spoke into Ron's ear softly, as louder musical tones began to stream forth.
He turned to her, "Truthfully, no. No offense to you."
"None taken," she gingerly laid her hand on his arm. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing,"
"Girl troubles."
"In a sense. Just dating and the emotions behind that."
"Oh, did you or someone else break your heart?" she ventured.
"Yes, someone did."
She quietly wrapped her arms around him, "I'm sorry."
"Thank you. How about you go off and have some fun since all I'll be doing is sitting here calling myself a loser."
"No, Ron. You need someone."
"Go on,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, go on and some fun. One of us is entitled to that, right?" he smiled mournfully.
"Thank you." Padma leaned in and pecked Ron's cheek. "Who ever left you, is a loser. What girl in their right mind would leave you? You're too thoughtful. You're the best date I've ever had."
"Really?" he turned to her.
"Yes. Bye." And she disappeared into the crowd.
Ron sat there for sometime before Harry spotted him. "Bored?"
"Hell yes."
"Wanna go outside?"
"Hell yes."
They made their way to the oak doors, telling all who stopped them they were getting punch. Fluttering fairy lights twinkled in the rose garden as they went down the steps, where they found themselves surrounded by different topiaries. Ron could hear running water signifying a nearby fountain. Ron and Harry set off down a winding path through the rose bushes.
"So, why are you so bored? Brooding about?"
"How ever did you guess?" Ron spoke with mock contempt.
"He was there?"
"Yeah," Ron whispered, as he looked heavenward. "It's so beautiful out tonight."
"It is, isn't it?"
The two gazed upwards, pointing out certain constellations.
"You don't need him."
"I know now. At least I think I so."
Neither left their gaze from the sky though they moved closer until, when Ron turned to tell Harry something, he noticed they were inches apart.
"Um," grinned Harry meekly.
Neither knew why, who, when or how but they closed the distance between them. It was a very soft, shy and worthy of first kiss status.
Ron never thought that Harry would be very similar to Draco in kissing technique: soft and commanding. Harry never thought that a kiss could be so mind-boggling. Maybe because it was with a boy, a boy he's desired for ages.
Ron, being the more experienced of the two, put Harry's arms around his neck, loosely, his arms around his waist, tilted heads and nibbled on the raven-haired boy's bottom lip. This sensual action made a moan slip past Harry's mouth, causing him to hang his mouth open momentarily; a mini-lapse of time that allowed Ron to enter his mouth via tongue. He tactfully licked and suckled Harry's tongue as not to cause him sudden shock.
Deft hands undressed robes and shirts, leaving Harry bared for all the cold air to nip at. Ron moved to his neck, biting him, marking him, making him quiver. He made him feel things he never knew were humanly possible.
"We can't do this here."
"Why not?" Ron growled, lust sharpening his predatorial sense in protecting and serving his lovers.
"Let's go upstairs." Harry pulled on his robes, tucking his shirt in an inside pocket. They silently snuck past the party, ran up the steps, muttered the password and ran inside, only after an interrogation from the lady in the portrait.
Harry sat on the couch, Ron straddling him, running his hand under his shirt, feeling the lean muscle beneath it.
"You're too cute." Smiled Ron as he kissed Harry, allowing Harry to take control.
"I've never done anything like this before."
"So I guess you don't want to do this on a couch."
"No," Harry kissed him gently.
"Come," said Ron as he led him up the stairs, to the dormitory, to his bed.
He laid Harry down, removing his glasses. "Better?"
"Better,"
(A/N: I'll spare you Ron/Draco Fans the horrible-ness of a Ron/Harry scene..though I like them as well!)
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Harry and Ron reconvened in front of the common room fire, both dressed in their party attire, a glow set on the cheeks, though not from the fire. Harry sat Indian-style while Ron leaned against him, legs pulled up to his chest.
"Oh, hey you guys. When did you get here?" Hermione said as she entered the tower, still a bit flustered from the evening events.
"A few minutes ago," lied Ron. "Have fun Ms. Belle of the Ball?"
She giggled. "Yes, you?"
"After we made our own fun, yes." Harry said.
"Oh, well, I'm going to bed. Night you two."
"Goodnight." They said.
"Are you heading to bed?"
"No, you can go ahead though. You might want to rest up. Tomorrow will be hell to sit on." Joked Ron.
"I'll do that. 'Night." Harry left after he kissed Ron lightly.
"What have I done?" Ron groaned
Ron: You're right! I've been through enough! I break up with Draco, I get with-
Nov.02: *covers hand over Ron's mouth* Shut up! Don't tell him that you numb nut. Draco shouldn't have been so mean to me, he got what he deserved....not really.
Ron: No wonder Draco's off somewhere being all quiet and Harry making fun of him. Boys can be so cruel.
Nov.02: I agree. You were always my favorite.
Ron: *smiles* WELL THANK YOU TO VELVET CHOCOLATE, ALOH DARK AND SPARKYSPARKLES!
Nov.02: No need to shout about it. And VC...you can have them..but I'll need them back tomorrow or Thursday. Well....everyone out there, there is one more chapter before I take a vacation! And this chapter is upsetting, so don't be mad at me! Now read!
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Chpt 12
"I refuse to go in that so called dress robe! It's got lace on it! If people don't know I'm gay, they'll know after they see me in this." Ron scrutinized as he stared into the mirror.
"It's not that bad, Ron." Harry tried to rationalize. He couldn't handle this ball and the dancing without him.
"Sure, it what twisted dimension?"
"Ron, here. It's a Christmas gift from me. I didn't know when to give this to you." Harry walked over to his bed, retrieving a plain white box. "Here."
Ron reluctantly turned from his reflection, "What now? I don't think a blasted thing could help me now. Do you know a good severing spell?"
Ron plopped down on his friend's bed, wishing that the gift was some kind of device that would kill him so he wouldn't have to deal with the humiliation that would inevitably come. He opened it slowly and inside was midnight. Or at least he thought it was. A new black dress robe. The Weasley was overjoyed with the prospect of going to the ball without embarrassment.
"Oh Harry! Thank you but I can't except this. This must have cost an arm and a leg. I'm sorry."
"Ron, this was a gift given in the spirit of the holidays. I thought you were obligated to accept those handed to you in this holiday season."
"Harry.....you....thanks." Ron quickly disregarded the robe he was wearing and pulled on his brand new one.
"Okay you two, very touching but can we please go downstairs." Seamus called from the doorway.
The two obliged the energetic Irish boy. Maybe tonight won't be too bad, Ron thought.
"I still can't work out how you two got the best-looking girls in our year." Dean commented and the group, including Neville in front, started on their journey to the Common Room.
"Animal magnetism," Ron joked sarcastically.
"They are nice looking. Not too hard on the eyes, eh?" Seamus said over his shoulder.
"Yeah, good looking....girls..woo-hoo." Ron mumbled under his breath with blatant cynicism.
"So, don't like girls then? Completely homo?" Harry whispered so the others wouldn't hear.
"Guess so,"
At the foot of the stairs stood, Parvati in robes of pink with gold interwoven in her long dark braid, gold bracelets glittered on her wrists.
"You like nice," Harry stuttered slightly.
"Thanks. Padma's going to meet you in the entrance hall," she added.
***
Soon, all the students made their way down to the immense hall that stood in front of the Great Hall. Once they reached their final destination, and Ron meet up with his date, they children were able to let their anxiety surface. Many had crowded towards the Great H all doors, which were scheduled to open at the stroke of 8 o'clock. Of course though, the Durmstrang students were allowed at the very front, after much pushing and shoving.
Ron was taking in the entire calamity that was swirling around him. Krum had a beautiful looking girl draped on his arm. She was wearing vibrant blue robes with resplendent smile on her pretty face.
//Lucky man// Ron thought has he continued to observe his fellow classmates. He quickly landed his eyes on Malfoy who had Pansy Parkinson, of all people, on his arm.
The oak front doors opened. Everyone turned to look as the Durmstrang students filed in. Fairy lights speckled the lawns and in rosebushes outside the back door. It was rather breath taking.
"Champions, over here," McGonagall said over the voices of eager students. Ron quietly said his 'see you later', walked over to a table and situated himself so he could get a clear view of Harry and Draco who was leaning up against a wall, watching him.
//I wish he would stop that. It makes it hard to stare at somebody// Ron thought.
Draco was wearing a black velvet robe with a high collar, which made him resemble a vicar. That simple thought made a small smile appear on his lips. Draco, a vicar. He'd love to see that, though Draco's track record on his sexual persistence would make him a fine candidate to be apart of the clergy.
Draco. Malfoy. Whatever you want to call him, he was magnificent. And he needed to quit thinking about him. He rejected him and Ron needed to let go. Just like Harry said. The guy who left you lost out and you gained everything. Harry was right, he needed to forget about Draco.
Just like his best friend said.
Harry, his best friend, had been at his side through all this hysteria over this one boy. Harry listened about his boy troubles all the while being understanding, listening to him completely though he has his on troubles to deal with.
Ron had always wondered why Harry did half the things he did. Why would such a 'great' and famous boy as he put up with being his friend? He could be off doing so much more, be so much more if he wasn't friends with him. But he was, is and always will.
That was the noble thing about Harry Potter. He would befriend any and everyone deserving it. May they be witch or half-bred, giant or house elf, as long as they were good and true, he would join them in friendship.
A soft melody, played by the wizarding world's famous rock group, The Weird Sisters, began to play as the four couples started to sway in a flowing dancing manner. He saw Krum and the now identified Hermione smile shyly at one another, Fluer and Roger too close for comfort, Cedric and Cho making small talk and Harry and his date doing the same. Harry seemed a little mechanic on the dance floor. It was as if he couldn't feel at easy with her. He appeared to never be truly comfortable around girls. Maybe it was his shyness for never really communicating with others while with his horrible Muggle relatives. Ron had a small inkling that he was a bit odd. Off in a sense. Or maybe he, well, he was forever around Ron, happy and relaxed.
Maybe Harry was dipping into Ron's home team, as they say. But that was impossible. Harry was too popular with the female population for that. But wouldn't it be something if he were.
//I wonder how many boys would jump on the chance to date him// mused Ron.
Harry was attractive in a sort of Harry Potter way. That was just the way he was. He had his own sort of attractiveness. The way his hair never seemed to stay in one strategic place, it constantly had this look, as if air had made sure to tussle it about, that made him look rustic. His bright shining eyes that either showed a sensual vulnerability or compelling strength, loyalty. Ron noticed that he did tend to look him in the eye whenever he needed to be reassured.
A very sexy quality indeed.
As the opening dance ended, the champions and their partners went to their tables or to mingle. Harry chose the later and Ron grimly stared of into the distance.
"You're not having fun, are you Ron?" Padma spoke into Ron's ear softly, as louder musical tones began to stream forth.
He turned to her, "Truthfully, no. No offense to you."
"None taken," she gingerly laid her hand on his arm. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing,"
"Girl troubles."
"In a sense. Just dating and the emotions behind that."
"Oh, did you or someone else break your heart?" she ventured.
"Yes, someone did."
She quietly wrapped her arms around him, "I'm sorry."
"Thank you. How about you go off and have some fun since all I'll be doing is sitting here calling myself a loser."
"No, Ron. You need someone."
"Go on,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, go on and some fun. One of us is entitled to that, right?" he smiled mournfully.
"Thank you." Padma leaned in and pecked Ron's cheek. "Who ever left you, is a loser. What girl in their right mind would leave you? You're too thoughtful. You're the best date I've ever had."
"Really?" he turned to her.
"Yes. Bye." And she disappeared into the crowd.
Ron sat there for sometime before Harry spotted him. "Bored?"
"Hell yes."
"Wanna go outside?"
"Hell yes."
They made their way to the oak doors, telling all who stopped them they were getting punch. Fluttering fairy lights twinkled in the rose garden as they went down the steps, where they found themselves surrounded by different topiaries. Ron could hear running water signifying a nearby fountain. Ron and Harry set off down a winding path through the rose bushes.
"So, why are you so bored? Brooding about?"
"How ever did you guess?" Ron spoke with mock contempt.
"He was there?"
"Yeah," Ron whispered, as he looked heavenward. "It's so beautiful out tonight."
"It is, isn't it?"
The two gazed upwards, pointing out certain constellations.
"You don't need him."
"I know now. At least I think I so."
Neither left their gaze from the sky though they moved closer until, when Ron turned to tell Harry something, he noticed they were inches apart.
"Um," grinned Harry meekly.
Neither knew why, who, when or how but they closed the distance between them. It was a very soft, shy and worthy of first kiss status.
Ron never thought that Harry would be very similar to Draco in kissing technique: soft and commanding. Harry never thought that a kiss could be so mind-boggling. Maybe because it was with a boy, a boy he's desired for ages.
Ron, being the more experienced of the two, put Harry's arms around his neck, loosely, his arms around his waist, tilted heads and nibbled on the raven-haired boy's bottom lip. This sensual action made a moan slip past Harry's mouth, causing him to hang his mouth open momentarily; a mini-lapse of time that allowed Ron to enter his mouth via tongue. He tactfully licked and suckled Harry's tongue as not to cause him sudden shock.
Deft hands undressed robes and shirts, leaving Harry bared for all the cold air to nip at. Ron moved to his neck, biting him, marking him, making him quiver. He made him feel things he never knew were humanly possible.
"We can't do this here."
"Why not?" Ron growled, lust sharpening his predatorial sense in protecting and serving his lovers.
"Let's go upstairs." Harry pulled on his robes, tucking his shirt in an inside pocket. They silently snuck past the party, ran up the steps, muttered the password and ran inside, only after an interrogation from the lady in the portrait.
Harry sat on the couch, Ron straddling him, running his hand under his shirt, feeling the lean muscle beneath it.
"You're too cute." Smiled Ron as he kissed Harry, allowing Harry to take control.
"I've never done anything like this before."
"So I guess you don't want to do this on a couch."
"No," Harry kissed him gently.
"Come," said Ron as he led him up the stairs, to the dormitory, to his bed.
He laid Harry down, removing his glasses. "Better?"
"Better,"
(A/N: I'll spare you Ron/Draco Fans the horrible-ness of a Ron/Harry scene..though I like them as well!)
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Harry and Ron reconvened in front of the common room fire, both dressed in their party attire, a glow set on the cheeks, though not from the fire. Harry sat Indian-style while Ron leaned against him, legs pulled up to his chest.
"Oh, hey you guys. When did you get here?" Hermione said as she entered the tower, still a bit flustered from the evening events.
"A few minutes ago," lied Ron. "Have fun Ms. Belle of the Ball?"
She giggled. "Yes, you?"
"After we made our own fun, yes." Harry said.
"Oh, well, I'm going to bed. Night you two."
"Goodnight." They said.
"Are you heading to bed?"
"No, you can go ahead though. You might want to rest up. Tomorrow will be hell to sit on." Joked Ron.
"I'll do that. 'Night." Harry left after he kissed Ron lightly.
"What have I done?" Ron groaned