Nov.02: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! You just don't know how happy I am.

Draco: You so need to start writing about Ron and me.

Nov.02: It's coming. Very soon actually...I wrote some chapters and you're in there. A lot. But there is some Harry/Ron action..you can skip this and go to the next one. I doubt that there would be any confusion. Now read and enjoy!

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Chapter 6

Everyone was going out for school shopping. Ron remained home after much protest from his mother. She didn't want Ron to worry about the crowds. So, she agreed to purchase Harry's school things as long as he was willing to stay with Ron. And of course Harry stayed. Apon their departure, the twins gave some last minute advice.

"Enjoy the day together. But I wouldn't tell Mum about you two until tomorrow night. Or else she'll make Harry room somewhere else."

"Why should we tell? We shouldn't have told you, Hermione or Ginny." Ron muttered as the aforementioned parent came into the room.

"Well, you should tell her. And wait until tomorrow night..she can't do a thing since that is the day before you leave." George smiled as he stepped into the fireplace.

After everyone left, (Fred and George leaving to check on the shop, Bill and Charlie checking out an old pub with some old Hogwarts friends and the rest to Diagon Alley) Harry and Ron stood next to the other in silence.

"So.."

"Yup." Harry folded his arms, watching the fireplace, making sure no one was going to pop back in.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" whispered Ron seductively. He arched an eyebrow, swaggered over to Harry, pressing his body against him, a Cheshire smirk completed the sensuality.

"Ron, shut up!"

Ron chuckled as he went into the kitchen. "You need to calm your ruddy self down."

The raven-haired boy accompanied Ron into the kitchen. - So what do you want? Breakfast or lunch? -

"It is close to 12 o'clock. Lunch." Ron sat down at the table that was placed in the middle of the room.

The still shorter of the two went about finding the necessities to make a lunch. Some fruit and more fruit and even more fruit...what was he going to do with that? And there in the cabinet sat a perfectly undisturbed basket.

- Ron, go get ready. It's midday. Go. -

"Fine. I'm going." Ron grumbled as he headed upstairs. "This had better be good!"

As the showerhead turned on, Harry began to prepare a light lunch of fruit salad and soon, when preparation had ceased, Harry rummaged around for a blanket.

"Okay, now why was I forced to get ready so soon? It had better be a good reason."

- It is. I packed a picnic. I hope you don't mind. -

"No. But why?"

- Well now that we are together, I think it nice that we at least have one date before going back to Hogwarts. Don't you think? -

"Yeah," Ron blushed, "that would be rather nice."

- Then, you grab the blanket and I'll carry the basket. -

Ron did so, taking it off of the chair that was stationed in the living room. "Harry, this is really strange. A good strange but strange all the same."

- Why? -

"I've never been on a date before and here I am, about to go on one with you. My best friend."

Harry held the back door open for Ron, then began to led him into the small woods the lined the back garden. Ron remained in the doorway; that was the exact place where....

"Oh Ron. I'm sorry. Come here, please." Harry held out his free arm and beckoned Ron to come to him.

Reluctantly, the terrified young man inched his way towards the object of beckoning, twining his arm around it. He pulled the other boy close to him. "Why here?"

"Don't worry." He said since his other arm was occupied. "The area has been secured and we've been having security checks every since the accident. We're being watched as we speak."

"That's comforting. Now, strangers are watching us?"

"Not exactly. It's more like sensory spells have been placed over the Burrow. If anything happens, they'll know before we ever will. Now, come along." He gently tugged at the taller boy's arm as he continued forth on his path to the picnic area.

Ron complied and continued along with Harry towards the unknown location. "Why are you doing this to me? I don't want to go by that place."

"Well, look ahead because we are passing it."

And in fact they were; the grass was thin, growing back, and some of the shrubs were bare but that was definitely the spot were the bloody bomb went off. Ron tightened his hold on Harry's arm but he made it pass the spot where his condition had truly started. As the bare patch of land became a distant landmark, Ron started to enjoy the day, the feeling of the sunlight streaming its way down to him, the feel of Harry's movements next to him. He was actually enjoying himself.

"So, where are we off to today?"

"Wait for it. We're almost there." Mouthed to his new boyfriend.

"Like I said earlier, 'this had better be worth it.'"

"And it will be."

Harry continued to guide the other boy until they reached the spot that he had discovered a few days back. It was a small lake, not a pond but he doubted it could be called a lake. The devastatingly blue water sparkled under the sunshine, lapping against the sandy beach of light brown.

"I didn't know we had this!" exclaimed Ron as he quickly laid the blanket out.

"I discovered it while I helped search for more explosives."

Ron slipped his shoes off and sat squarely in the middle; Harry did the same except he took his shirt off as well.

"Harry." Warned Ron. "I thought we agreed that we'd take things slowly."

- We did but it's bloody well hot out here. I'm not going to sweat to death for you. Unless you want me to. - He batted his eyes.

"No. I doubt I could stand the sight of that."

"Blah, blah, blah." Harry leaned back on both elbows, stretching out under the glorious sun.

"Harry, put that shirt back on." Ron smirked while trying to avoid his gaze. Harry was doing this on purpose, he knew it. He could feel it. And even though this whole homosexual relationship was new to him, Ron could already feel himself wanting Harry.

"Why?" Harry sat up, "Am I being a bit too..."

"Yes," Ron answered abruptly. Harry scooted closer to Ron until their shoulders pressed together. Sun's heat was already seeping through his shirtsleeve.

- I'm sorry but I can't help it. I've been wanting you, liking you for ages now. I can't help it if, now that I have you, I want to fulfill ever little desire I have. - A soft grin settled on Harry's lips.

"Harry, stop it, please." He whispered, but deep now he was comfortable with the fact that someone wanted him.

Before he could protest, Harry had pulled him onto his lap. He then wrapped his arms around his waist, holding Ron tight. Ron simply rolled his eyes, complying with Harry's quiet demand. He placed a leg on either side of Harry, facing him.

"Are you happy now?"

"Much. Thank you."

"You're welcome. But I wish you would just stop doing all this."

"Why? I like you. I want to be near you, hold you. I can't believe you're here with me. I just need reassurance."

"But that's it. Why me? I'm rather glad to be with you but I'm just little me."

"Stop that. That's just that idiot Malfoy talking. He teased you about not being worth anything and he was wrong. You are a great person and that's what I love about you. You're so..so carefree, just happy to be outside with no homework to do and a few Chocolate Frogs. I think that's wonderful. You don't have anything to worry about. You're an innocent, pure and untainted. That's why I like you."

Ron began to blush furiously, turning his head away form Harry. "But I'm not-"

"Good looking? You're pretty damn good looking to me." He grasped Ron's chin and turned his head so that he could look into those blue orbs that had taken hold of his heart. "Actually a lot of people think the same. I hear them talking about you, how you've grown into a handsome young bloke. I have to agree with them. You really filled out into your height."

"You're crazy."

"About you."

"Oh, no. I can't believe you! That was so corny."

"You wouldn't let me yesterday."

Ron sighed. Was he always going to do that? Because if he was, then he wouldn't object to it very often.

"How else will I show my affection to you?" Harry wondered. "Maybe with a kiss?" He couldn't continue telling Ron for he didn't want to have the boy dechiper his feelings. Plus, he doubted he would be able to slow down as his emotions rushed forth from his lips.

"Though first kisses are supposed to be spontaneous, I appreciate you asking first and yes, you may kiss me."

Harry was delighted; he couldn't contain himself. He let his hands travel down to the hem of Ron's worn shirt, pulling upwards, leaving Ron exposed.

"That's enough." Ron tried to get up from his position on Harry's lap but for some reason he didn't want to leave.

"Trust me Ron. Kissing with shirts off is so much better."

"Did your last boyfriend teach you that?"

"Let's not talk about him." Harry reached for Ron's glasses.

Ron moved back. "I'll let the shirts stay off but the glasses?"

"I know. It's scary to see the world all misshapen and blurry but glasses get in the way. But if you're that weary, I'll do it." Harry slipped off his glasses, folding them up and placing them near the basket. Harry laid his palms flat against Ron's taut stomach and slid them up and over his clavicle until his fingertips were hidden in red strands, his thumbs gently massaging Ron's pink lips. When the moment was right, Harry leaned forwarded and placed his lips over Ron's.

The press of lips was a simple gesture but it was all Ron needed. Harry didn't try to progress the kiss; he just let it stand as a testament to what was to come. With his eyes closed tight, Ron experienced his first taste of blindness. This sweet feeling was the first sensation he felt in total darkness. He pulled away from Harry, their foreheads pressed against the others.

"Wow." Ron smiled.

"I agree."

"You know, you look pretty good yourself, without glasses and all."

"Thank you. You did too. In fact you do right now,"

Ron snaked his arms over Harry's shoulder, his right hand splayed against his back, the left dragging its fingers up and down his neck. He felt a shudder beneath him. "You like that?"

"Ron, stop it."

"You didn't, I won't." Ron kissed Harry again, letting the small bit of passion enflame him. Soon he found himself wanting more. He nibbled on the bottom lip of Harry, feeling the boy's body involuntarily respond. His arms squeezed tighter, his body pressed closer to him and his tongue darting out.

After agreeing non-verbally to his request, Ron opened his mouth allowing admittance. The exploration was rather pleasurable. And with the closeness of Harry's warm skin, Ron couldn't imagine why he wanted to take things slow. He and Harry were two hormonal teenage boys. Wouldn't they have gotten to this eventually?

"Are you sure you want to continue?" panted Harry as they broke for air. "I don't know if I could help myself if this went on."

"Let's stop for now." Ron moved to release Harry of his grip around his legs but Harry held on to him steadfast.

"Don't move." Harry didn't want Ron to leave him. "I want to feel you next to me. Like as physical evidence that tells me that I'm actually here with you." It was Harry's turn to blush.

"Oh, now that was sweet. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Hey! Open you palm."

"Why?"

"I want to show you how we're going to have to communicate soon. So just do it." He pulled on Harry's wrist that was currently resting on his leg and he began to spell to him.

- I don't think I want to go anywhere without you. -

Ron watched as Harry stared at his hand in amazement. "This is how we'll talk? I know that's how Kate described it to be but..I'm really going to have to practice this."

Ron nodded.

"Say that again."

Harry went about decoding the message but when he finally did, the warm fuzzy feeling that the world experiences flowed through him.

- I don't want to be anywhere without you by my side. - Harry signed into Ron's open palm.

- You're cute. -

- Well, you're beautiful. -

- Let's just eat before you say or I do something I know I'm not ready for. - Ron looked into Harry's eyes as he replaced the glasses that were previously resting on the bridge of his nose. But Harry was right about what he said earlier: his new glasses were better looking on him. They were rectangular and even that made him look ten times better than he usually did. Ron could still remember that day when Harry proclaimed he was getting new glasses so he could get away from the old Harry Potter and just be Harry.

Harry dragged the basket over to them. "I went for something light because I know that your mum will come home and fix yet another big meal." He explained as he pulled out the magically chill bowl of fruit salad.

"You couldn't find anything else, could you?" Ron smirked.

"Exactly. So, scoot back."

And Ron did, sliding back so that he was sitting in between Harry's legs. Harry took out a napkin and placed it between them, then the bowl was placed on top. Forks, cups and two re-sealable pitchers of water and pumpkin juice.

"Who needs forks?" Ron stuck his fingers into the bowl and pulled out a piece of melon.

"I thought you would mind."

"When have I ever minded about manners?" Ron wondered as he chewed on the juicy piece of fruit.

The two ate in silence, enjoying the sounds (and sights) of nature. Shortly, Harry was up to his old tricks, taking the two fingers that Ron was using as utensils up to his lips and flicked his tongue over the pads, tasting the sweet nectar.

Ron watched Harry go out his ministrations on his fingers. "Oh just come here." He grabbed a sliced strawberry, rubbing it against his lips. He went about his own details of slowly feeding the fruit to Harry and kissing the now brightly pigmented lips, savoring the sweet taste of his lips.

"See, I knew you would give in." The now retired savior sighed as Ron ended the kiss. "Here." He picked out a peach slice and fed it to Ron, placing lavish kisses on Ron's neck as he chewed and swallowed.

Ron mimicked Harry's movement except he suckled gently at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Harry pressed his body close to Ron, noticing that the bowl was still between them.

He grunted something intangible, quickly placing the bowl aside. "You are learning well."

Hands wove around bodies, lips touched, tongues dueled. All in all, those minutes were very delightful indeed.

"Why did you allow me to do all that?" moaned out Harry as Ron nibbled on his neck.

"Since we'll be in school for sometime and we might not be able to be with each other too often, I just decided to make the most of this time we have together. I really like you, Harry."

"I like you too." He stole a chaste kiss from Ron. "Well, let's head back. They'll be here soon."

"Alright. I don't want to, but alright."

They put their shirts and shoes back on, cleaned up the spot and headed back to the Burrow. Before the entered through the back door Ron turned to Harry.

"Thank you. That was a really good first date."

Harry rose to the balls of his foot and kissed Ron's ear. He opened the door and allowed Ron to go in first.

"Thank you, Shorty."

"That is so mean of you." Harry laughed as he deposited the dirty dishes into the sink. He watched as the scrub brush went to work on the dishes without his command.

"I guess no one's here." Called Ron from another room. "So, do you want to go make out in my room?"

Harry was by his side instantly. "Of course. How could I say no to that?"

And the two ran up the stairs, hoping to enjoy a few last moments before the family would return. They quickly entered Ron's room, closing the door behind them in case someone did show up too early.

The two teens fell into a comfortable position, Harry in the arms of Ron. And before either knew what was happening, their shirts were coming off.

"I see that you really liked my suggestion." Harry breathed as his shirt was pulled over his head.

Ron made some sound of agreement as he embraced Harry, kissing and sucking and nibbling on his neck.

"Ron," he said, placing a hand on either freckled shoulder and pulled Ron off of him. "Let's stop now. My neck is my weak spot and you know how to kiss and make it better."

"Good," he titled his head so he could kiss under Harry's chin.

"Not good. You wanted to take things slowly and if we keep going we will be doing something."

"Okay. What's wrong with that?" A smile tugging at Ron's swollen lips, a hint of desire dancing in his eyes.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes. I trust you. And I've been thinking. I know I'll be losing my sight very soon. I just have this feeling that it won't be lasting very long, even thought I don't have much more allotted time. So, I want to see how you look during sex, love making, whatever you want to call it. But I know I want my last memory, my greatest memory from sight is of you, taking me, wanting me. I want to see whatever emotion you have for me to shine in your eyes as you top me. Plain and simple as that. So will you grant me that wish?" Ron ran his hand down Harry's lean chest and rested it on his leg.

- Are you sure? Because once you give me the okay, there's no turning back. -

"I'm sure. Like I said, I trust you."

Harry was ecstatic to say the least. He was finally going to get what he wanted: Ron. Without wasting a moment, Harry placed his lips on Ron's full lips. While concentrating on infiltrating Ron's mouth, Harry slowly lowered Ron onto the bed. Their tongues dueled as Ron gripped Harry's shoulder, wanting leverage, wanting more.

Ron watched as Harry strayed from his lips and began mapping out a trail of wet, soft kisses down his neck. His breathing intensified as a warm mouth covered his nipple, licking and nipping at the small bud until it there was indefinite proof of Ron's desire. Harry turned his head and eyed the bulging in his lover's pants. Feeling the need more pressure, Harry maneuvered himself onto Ron, digging his erection into Ron's.

The two harden organs bumped against each other as Harry ground his hips, taking pleasure in seeing Ron's eyes close shut. That perfect 'o' lying on his lips, a moan escaping from his body. Harry leaned over Ron so that now he was hovering over him, denying Ron of his body heat and more importantly his body.

With a groan, Ron bucked upward, hoping to make contact with his boyfriend. But Harry moved out of his way, lying next to him. He undid his jeans, taking his boxers off as well. And there he was. Ron in all his glory; lean muscles, creamy skin and a proud erection. Lust-darken emerald eyes made contact with blue as a clammy yet welcoming hand wrapped around Ron.

Once again his eyes slammed shut and his head was thrown back. Keeping a steady rhythm was hard for the more experienced boy to keep up. For as Ron slipped into a new world of dreams and fantasy, Harry found himself mesmerized with him. He swooped down and slid his tongue into Ron's mouth, flicking it against the other boy's teasingly.

"Harry," muttered Ron as his hands clasped over Harry's own member. He slowly slid the zipped open, undid the button. He pulled him off and was greatly surprised, and turned on even more, to see that Harry had no underwear on.

"I don't wear them." Harry answered, taking his lips into another passionate kiss

Harry placed a hand on both sides of Ron so he could hover over him efficiently. He took off his glasses once again and Ron finally saw the true beauty that was Harry. "Do you have any lubricant?"

"In the side table drawer."

Harry hitched an eyebrow as he settled between Ron's legs.

"Fred and George."

Harry went in search of the lube not wanting to know the story. He found the tube. "Strawberry flavored?"

"It was Fred and George."

"True. Put your legs around my waist." Harry commanded. He ran a hand under Ron's leg, helping him to get it in position high around his waist. "This will hurt a little but I'll try not to make it hurt."

He squeezed some lube into his palm and rubbed it onto his erection. He pressed his harden cock against the tight entrance and Ron clenched in fear.

"Don't." He whispered calmly. "Just focus on me. Relax." He bent down and kissed Ron lovingly.

He pushed inch by inch, waiting patiently until Ron had relaxed. He was soon completely engulfed by Ron. He paused once again as Ron adjusted to the new sensation of being filled. Harry remembered his first time and it was rather scary. At least the person at the time wasn't completely insensitive about his situation.

Harry began a slow pace of inward and outward thrusting, watching Ron in the process. At first, his face was twisted in discomfort but as the moments ticked away, Ron began to enjoy it, even daring to met Harry's hips in a sloppy yet satisfying rhythm.

Ron's world swayed as his body finally gave way to pleasure. He took Harry's hand and led it towards his cock. With every thrust came a stroke until Harry came; Ron following shortly thereafter.

Harry pulled out of Ron, collapsing besides him. Ron wrapped his arms around Harry, placing his lips next to Harry's ear. "I think I'm falling in love with you Mr. Harry Potter."

"And I think I've already fallen for you Mr. Ronald Weasley." He turned towards him so he could read his lips.

Ron leaned his head against Harry's. "Do you think we could do that again? But with me on top."

Harry let out a full chuckle. "I'm tired."

"Okay then. But we do have most likely another hour until the arrive."

Harry turned this bit of information over in his head. He kissed his sweaty forehead. "Then I guess we should get started."

And Ron learned what it felt to completely take another person.