The Love of a Friend
Chapter Two- The Welcome Feast
I followed Ron sheepishly off the train knowing full well that I was grinning like a clown hopped up on Prozac.
"Hey Harry, Ron, come sit by us! They're about to start the sorting."
"Hey, Ginny," My God, my own voice was filled with lust. I hoped Ginny didn't think it was for her. "I Just wish we didn't have to waist time, I'm so hungry I could eat Ron." Ouch. I got a rib poke from him for that one. Luckily he was the only one that knew what I really meant.
"If you will all please take your seats. The sorting will now begin." Mrs. McGonagall's usually stern voice had a touch of sadness. She had lost her auror son in the 'Final Battle.'
After the sorting had finally finished, and the food eat, we were all released into our dorms. I glance at Ron told me he was more then ready to talk about the kiss. As for me, the mere memory of the sweet, glorious event was enough to give me a problem of my own. I just hoped that Ron wasn't having second thoughts.
"Harry, why don't we go talk in my room?" A good idea, Ron was now head boy, surprisingly enough, he now had his own room. My heart was pounding so fast at the thought of being alone with him again.
"Ron, about the kiss. I don't regret it at all. If you do, though, I'll understand.
"Harry, shut up." At that Ron pulled my head in for a second, and if possible, an even more amazing kiss. Tongues were fighting for control, lips were bitten, and shirts removed. What can a person say about a chest like Rons? Perfection was a great word. It was smooth and muscular, but my favorite parts were the tiny pink nipples. Two round points of hardened perfection.
"Harry, lie down, please."
"Ron, have you ever done this before?"
"Well, not with a guy…but…well."
"Yeah, same here." I let Ron slowly push me down onto my back. He started kissing my neck and slowly moved down. He flicked one of my nipples tentatively with his tongue, and after deciding it was just like any other piece of skin, he began tracing small patterns over them. I couldn't help but let out an encouraging moan.
"Harry? Ron? Neville said you were in here. Can I come in?" Before the sentence was finished, Hermione walked in. "Oh my God! I'm sorry!"
"Wait, Mione, it's okay. Stay."
Oh my Merlin, she did not just catch us!?
**Want to know what she'll say? Well, if I get 3 reviews, I'll post Ch. 3 which starts with her conversation, and ends in …well, I'll let you review.**
