Nov.02: Just go ahead and read....you know you wanna!
Ron: I like this story!
Draco: Of course you do. You're a main character getting all the action!
Ron: And? I am blind and deaf! So hush up and read along.
Draco: *crosses arms* And why should I?
Ron: Cuz you love me!
Draco: *mumbling* You're lucky that I do love you so....
Nov.02: LOLOLOLOL. I hope all you readers enjoy!
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Chapter 7
It was almost five o'clock and still no sign of Ron's family. But he didn't care too much about that for he was lying in bed with Harry. They were contently cuddled together, both turned so that they could watch the other.
"That was nice."
"Just nice?"
"It was incredible! Amazing and I can't wait to do that again."
Harry laughed as he snuggled into Ron, leaning his head against his shoulder. "You better think so."
They laid together, quietly contemplating. All was peaceful until Harry suddenly pounced on Ron, straddling him.
"Harry!" Ron choked out as Harry held him tightly.
"I'm sorry." He muttered into Ron's chest, not stopping to think that he couldn't hear him. "They say sex changes everything. Well they're right. I think that I'm utterly and completely, head-over-heels and all that jazz in love with you! I've been loving you in the shadows and now I want the world to know. I love you Ronald Weasley." Harry quickly regretted his little outburst.
"Harry, I don't understand. Look at me. I can't see what you're saying."
Harry took Ron's left hand and brought up to his lips, lifting his eyes to connect with the redhead's. "I love you."
The wind was knocked out of Ron. Harry loved him? Well, he did too but Ron doubted that it was a friendly sort of love that the boy was talking about.
"I don't expect you to say it in return but you should know how I feel."
Before Ron could respond, a crash came from downstairs. "They're back." Ron began to get dressed once Harry had gotten off of him. They silently got dressed.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" whispered Harry, blatant fear of rejection shone in his eyes.
"Of course not." He leaned over and kissed him before leaving the room. In fact, he was rather shell shocked over the passing moments. He had just had sex, for the first time in his life, with his best friend, a boy, and they had only been going out for more than a day. He was starting to wonder if it was the best idea to consummate their relationship without really having one. Was he a slut for doing that? Would Harry leave him now that he got what most boys his age wanted? He knew that if the roles were switched, he would have freaked out and left Harry in that bed. No, no he wouldn't. He would never leave Harry just because they decided to sleep together...he might leave him if he was deaf and blind.
Was he truly that harsh?
Yes, he couldn't handle trying to take care of someone who was in his situation; he had no patience for that. Okay, that was just his cynical side speaking. Ron would never leave anyone he cared for.
- Ron, are you okay? You're not regretting what we did? Sex does change things. -
"Yes it does. I think it changed things for the better. Now, let's go before they head up here and invade my privacy." Ron smiled as he raced down the steps to see his family members.
Harry followed behind him, amusingly thinking about how much Ron's going to wish he didn't move some much once the stiffness sets in. Also, the bespeckled boy began to wonder if Ron was truly all right. He knew Ron in and out, knew how he acted when he was off. So, he knew that Ron was feeling a bit skittish with him. Harry could remember when he had sex for the first time; it was scary but the person he was with was nice, gentle without lose his demeanor, comforting yet aggressive. And afterwards, Harry felt like he shouldn't have done it, he shouldn't have wasted his time on losing something as special as his virginity with that particular boy or at the moment. He felt almost cheated out on the whole ordeal. Though he knew his first time was not going to be all flowers and romance, it surely wasn't as remarkable as it could have been.
He was soon on the bottom level, being verbally greeted by the returning travelers. He involuntarily searched for Ron, spotting him sitting with his sister. Harry decided to stay by the steps, giving Ron some space so he could adjust to their new situation. Ron did want this, he reminded himself, you were the one who kept reminding him about taking it slow, don't feel guilty. He'll come around when he wants to.
Ron was sitting on the small loveseat placed near the fireplace, trying to hold a conversation with Ginny and find a comfortable seating position. Who would have thought that his arse could hurt so much?
He smiled then quickly grimaced as he put too much pressure on one side of his bottom. "So, Gin, you want to go outside and walk around?" He stood up, feeling immensely grateful that some of the pain dulled. He would have to remember to find some numbing spell.
- Sure thing. -
They stealthily slipped out the front door, not wanting some member of the family to harass him.
- So, what is it? Is something wrong, Ron? -
"You know that out of all of them, you're the only sibling I can trust and talk to."
- I feel the same way with you. Though you are always in big brother mode, I trust you and your instincts. Did something happen while we were gone? -
Ron nodded in response as they walked off the dirt path and into the patchy grass that lead to the meadow to the side of the house.
- Do you want to tell me? -
"I guess the best place for me to start is the beginning. Well, yesterday," he paused, wondering if his sister would get upset with him as the announcement was about to be made, "Harry was talking to me before I finally came downstairs and he told me that he, well...that he....he told me that he liked me." He suddenly froze, Ginny continuing to saunter ahead of him.
She turned around, noticing that he wasn't beside her. - And what else happened? -
"You're not upset?"
- Why would I be? -
"You did used to had that crush on him!"
She giggled lightly. - Yes, I used to. But that was in the past. -
"Oh. Oh. So, you're not angry?"
- Ron, if I were angry, you'd know it. So what did you say after he told you? -
"I told him that I was flattered and that I would need to think about it. But before he left I told him that he needed to do something romantic to sway my decision. He kissed my forehead, cheeks, eyelids..rather pleasant really." He smiled at the memory as he caught up with his sister. They began to amble through the talk grass. Ginny soon found the spot that they usually sat at and took a spot on the lush ground; Ron did the same, plucking a cattail from the ground.
- That's really something Ron. What else happened? Are you two together now? -
"Hold on. Well, I went to thinking and I couldn't really decide if I wanted to. I mean, I have never thought of myself as a poofter in anyway shape or form."
- Don't say 'poofter'. It's really not a nice way to describe being gay. -
"Fine, I never really thought of myself as being gay but for some reason I really like Harry. Is it because he's been my best friend for years? Is it because I really need someone other than family right now? I don't know but I did decide to try something with him last night and while everyone was outside, Harry and I started to go out."
Ginny squealed in delight. Ron was for once, during this whole ordeal, glad to be deaf. The only female offspring of the Weasley clan began to wiggle around in pure amusement. - I am so happy for you, big bro! -
Ron could only stare at his sister; she was obviously happy. "Thank you. But now, today, I'm wondering if what we did should have been postponed until a later date." His whole body heaved at the remembrance of the afternoon's actions.
- What did you two do? - Ginny instantaneously became serious.
"First, Harry made a little picnic and we sat out by this like lake that is deep in the small woods in back. It was really nice. He was a little persistent. See, I told him I wanted to take things slowly because I didn't even understand why I was with him. I wanted to sort out my feelings for him before the physical aspect of a relationship clouded my judgement."
- That's really mature of you. That was the best thing but what did you mean he was 'persistent'? -
"We had our first kiss, under the sun, surrounding by nature without any shirts on."
- Oh no! You two made out, didn't you? Without shirts? Isn't it great! - She rambled, a gleam in her eyes.
"We made out, without shirts and what do you mean 'isn't it great'?"
Ginny snatched the cattail out of Ron's hands and began to pick at it. "Oh nothing."
"Ginny." He warned.
She threw the weed away. - So, after you two made out, what happened next? -
Ron eyed his younger sister, leaving the subject of her knowledge about shirtless kisses alone. "Well we kissed and kissed and kissed some more. Ate and then kissed some more. It was smashing. Never thought I would use that term but that's the only word out there to describe it."
- Oh great Merlin! You two are dirty blokes, you are. Continue. -
"We stopped, fearing that you all would be back soon. We went inside and we made out in my room." A quiver of nervousness reverberated throughout his words as the news of his 'deflowerment' (as his mother always called it) neared.
"And?"
"And it was getting pretty hot and heavy. Harry wanted to stop for he knew he wouldn't be able to uphold my decision on waiting. I told him that I didn't care about waiting, I wanted to see him as he mounted me and to put a long story short, me and Harry had sex. Twice."
The air was still, nature silent, Ginny in shock. Her brother had sex with another man? He was in a relationship. These meager pieces of information only excited her. She lounged onto her brother, hugging him dearly. She could feel his shaky arms wrap around her. She was grateful that her brother was finally happy. - You are happy, right? -
"I don't know. I am and then I'm not. This experience was so emotion felt. He was tender and patient and dead sexy. The whole thing was wonderful but it just solidifies the fact that I'm gay. I think I'm scared of that the most. Also, I'm afraid that Harry will leave me even though he says he loves me."
- He told you that? -
"Yes."
- Well, then, he means it. Ron, that boy's been wanting to be with you for a long time. Truthfully, all of us, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and myself have been routing for you and Harry to become a couple. He's always wanted to go out with you. I wouldn't worry about him leaving you anytime soon. And if you think this handicap of yours is going to dismay him, then you're stupid. You are as thick as I always thought. -
Ron laughed with ease, taking his sister in his arms again. "Thank you. That really helps me. More than you can understand."
She pulled back. "Well, honey, that's wonderful. And the whole gay thing, you know that no one is against it. Mum might be uncomfortable in the beginning but you know she loves you so much."
A weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "That really helps. I'm still questioning the situation but I'm happy. I'm really happy."
- Well, let's go and tell everyone you two are a couple. -
"No! Don't. Not yet."
"Okay." Ginny stood up, helping Ron in the process. - I don't agree but if that's what you want. -
"It is. Now, I'm going upstairs to find my wand. You have no idea how much a person's arse hurts after having sex." Ron went back towards the house.
The rest of the day passed without too much of a commotion; everyone had packed their things and the famous Gryffindor Trio had already voiced their opinions about this year being their last. Hermione wasn't too thrilled but Harry and Ron were excited.
"Oh come now, 'Mione. You're telling me that you're not a bit relieved that this is the last year of tests and homework. We won't have to deal with any of that bullock from school or the people. You're Head Girl now. Abuse your power!" Ron explained as he leaned against Harry, whose arm was around his shoulder. They had already told Hermione about their newfound relationship, though Ginny had already spilled the beans to her siblings and Hermione.
- I'm not abusing any power. I was chosen for this position for a reason. -
- Yes, we know. Your hard work and dedication as a prefect, your grades and your above all know-it-all-ness. - Harry smiled.
- Shut up. So, I see you two are rather cozy. But don't think I'm going to let you snog around the school just because I have authority now. -
"You're no fun!" grumbled Ron.
"Oh go to bed. It's late. Night you two. And I am so excited for you both." She laid a hand on Harry's shoulder before she headed up the steps to Ginny's room.
"So, this is it. Last year and you don't have anyone to defeat."
- I don't want anyone to defeat. I'm so relieved and overjoyed that I can just spend my last year with you. -
"Harry," the freckled boy turned to him and cupped the side of the emerald- eyed beauty's face, "you are so mushy. I like that though. I was nervous about being near you earlier today because I didn't know how to handle that you've seen the true me, I guess you could say. I was afraid that you would leave me since we did what we did so earlier, then I was trying to deal with my sexuality. I still don't know if I would consider myself gay but I know I like you. I know that I could someday love you as much as you say you love me."
Harry kissed Ron's open palm, holding the hand, entwining their fingers together. "You make me so happy." Harry leaned forward and kissed his lips innocence. "Let's head upstairs."
"Yeah, it is late. But grant me one more wish."
"Why not? You're first suggestion was a hit."
"Sleep in my bed tonight."
"Of course."
"One thing." Ron said as they both rose from the couch and headed up to Ron's bedroom. "Why didn't you tell me it was so uncomfortable afterwards?"
"Would you have still have had sex with me if I did?"
"Maybe." Ron held out his hand, which Harry clasped in his own eagerly, thrilled that Ron and he were together and at ease.
When they reached Ron's bedroom, they let go of one another to get ready but that was a short-lived action because they quickly jumped into the bed.
"Night Harry." Ron whispered as he settled in.
Harry simply kissed Ron's forehead in response. Soon the night embraced the two lovers in her dark embrace though Ron's peace was disturbed. All through the night he tossed and turned albeit mentally. Finally he gave up and awoke, a small shooting pain focused above his eyes. He cautiously opened them and all he saw was night. Dark night. Blankness. Whole and complete. It was so black it was like....blindness.
Ron sat up in bed, his heartbeat racing. He began to hyperventilate. "Maybe if I pass out, I'll wake up and I'll still be able to see. I have to see. I...oh what the hell did I expect? She did say I only had a few weeks but-" Ron let out a sob, hunching over. This couldn't be happening.
But it was, it did. This was the hand he had been dealt and now he had to stick with that ruddy card. But why him? He shut his eyes tightly.
//Of course I can't see. My eyes are closed// He rationalized, knowing that he was prolonging the inevitable. He was blind...and deaf...and he had to deal with it.
Ron continued to cry to himself for a few more moments until Harry realized that a solid heat wasn't beside him, keeping him warm, which caused him to strip down to his boxers. Perhaps Ron had caught on to his twisted game of foreplay.
"Ron," he purred as he laid his hand on his leg, inching his palm closer and closer to the spot that the green-eyed boy hoped to be heating up momentarily. But if this was seductive why was Ron crying?
- Ron, what's wrong? Why are you crying? -
Ron never responded. "Ron?" He placed either hand on the sides of the hysterical boy. There was something off about the way those bright blue eyes wondered over his features and to the wall off to the side.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Harry, dear Merlin, let that be you."
"Of course it's me. Who else could it be? Ron, look at me?"
Harry's breath hitched inside his chest. Could the problem at han41d be that Ron couldn't look at him? He took the other boy's right hand and began to sign words of confirmation, that it was him and that he was there.
"Oh," squeaked Ron as the tears subsided. "Just hold me."
- Whatever you desire. -
So, Harry abided to Ron's innocent request.
Ron: I like this story!
Draco: Of course you do. You're a main character getting all the action!
Ron: And? I am blind and deaf! So hush up and read along.
Draco: *crosses arms* And why should I?
Ron: Cuz you love me!
Draco: *mumbling* You're lucky that I do love you so....
Nov.02: LOLOLOLOL. I hope all you readers enjoy!
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Chapter 7
It was almost five o'clock and still no sign of Ron's family. But he didn't care too much about that for he was lying in bed with Harry. They were contently cuddled together, both turned so that they could watch the other.
"That was nice."
"Just nice?"
"It was incredible! Amazing and I can't wait to do that again."
Harry laughed as he snuggled into Ron, leaning his head against his shoulder. "You better think so."
They laid together, quietly contemplating. All was peaceful until Harry suddenly pounced on Ron, straddling him.
"Harry!" Ron choked out as Harry held him tightly.
"I'm sorry." He muttered into Ron's chest, not stopping to think that he couldn't hear him. "They say sex changes everything. Well they're right. I think that I'm utterly and completely, head-over-heels and all that jazz in love with you! I've been loving you in the shadows and now I want the world to know. I love you Ronald Weasley." Harry quickly regretted his little outburst.
"Harry, I don't understand. Look at me. I can't see what you're saying."
Harry took Ron's left hand and brought up to his lips, lifting his eyes to connect with the redhead's. "I love you."
The wind was knocked out of Ron. Harry loved him? Well, he did too but Ron doubted that it was a friendly sort of love that the boy was talking about.
"I don't expect you to say it in return but you should know how I feel."
Before Ron could respond, a crash came from downstairs. "They're back." Ron began to get dressed once Harry had gotten off of him. They silently got dressed.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" whispered Harry, blatant fear of rejection shone in his eyes.
"Of course not." He leaned over and kissed him before leaving the room. In fact, he was rather shell shocked over the passing moments. He had just had sex, for the first time in his life, with his best friend, a boy, and they had only been going out for more than a day. He was starting to wonder if it was the best idea to consummate their relationship without really having one. Was he a slut for doing that? Would Harry leave him now that he got what most boys his age wanted? He knew that if the roles were switched, he would have freaked out and left Harry in that bed. No, no he wouldn't. He would never leave Harry just because they decided to sleep together...he might leave him if he was deaf and blind.
Was he truly that harsh?
Yes, he couldn't handle trying to take care of someone who was in his situation; he had no patience for that. Okay, that was just his cynical side speaking. Ron would never leave anyone he cared for.
- Ron, are you okay? You're not regretting what we did? Sex does change things. -
"Yes it does. I think it changed things for the better. Now, let's go before they head up here and invade my privacy." Ron smiled as he raced down the steps to see his family members.
Harry followed behind him, amusingly thinking about how much Ron's going to wish he didn't move some much once the stiffness sets in. Also, the bespeckled boy began to wonder if Ron was truly all right. He knew Ron in and out, knew how he acted when he was off. So, he knew that Ron was feeling a bit skittish with him. Harry could remember when he had sex for the first time; it was scary but the person he was with was nice, gentle without lose his demeanor, comforting yet aggressive. And afterwards, Harry felt like he shouldn't have done it, he shouldn't have wasted his time on losing something as special as his virginity with that particular boy or at the moment. He felt almost cheated out on the whole ordeal. Though he knew his first time was not going to be all flowers and romance, it surely wasn't as remarkable as it could have been.
He was soon on the bottom level, being verbally greeted by the returning travelers. He involuntarily searched for Ron, spotting him sitting with his sister. Harry decided to stay by the steps, giving Ron some space so he could adjust to their new situation. Ron did want this, he reminded himself, you were the one who kept reminding him about taking it slow, don't feel guilty. He'll come around when he wants to.
Ron was sitting on the small loveseat placed near the fireplace, trying to hold a conversation with Ginny and find a comfortable seating position. Who would have thought that his arse could hurt so much?
He smiled then quickly grimaced as he put too much pressure on one side of his bottom. "So, Gin, you want to go outside and walk around?" He stood up, feeling immensely grateful that some of the pain dulled. He would have to remember to find some numbing spell.
- Sure thing. -
They stealthily slipped out the front door, not wanting some member of the family to harass him.
- So, what is it? Is something wrong, Ron? -
"You know that out of all of them, you're the only sibling I can trust and talk to."
- I feel the same way with you. Though you are always in big brother mode, I trust you and your instincts. Did something happen while we were gone? -
Ron nodded in response as they walked off the dirt path and into the patchy grass that lead to the meadow to the side of the house.
- Do you want to tell me? -
"I guess the best place for me to start is the beginning. Well, yesterday," he paused, wondering if his sister would get upset with him as the announcement was about to be made, "Harry was talking to me before I finally came downstairs and he told me that he, well...that he....he told me that he liked me." He suddenly froze, Ginny continuing to saunter ahead of him.
She turned around, noticing that he wasn't beside her. - And what else happened? -
"You're not upset?"
- Why would I be? -
"You did used to had that crush on him!"
She giggled lightly. - Yes, I used to. But that was in the past. -
"Oh. Oh. So, you're not angry?"
- Ron, if I were angry, you'd know it. So what did you say after he told you? -
"I told him that I was flattered and that I would need to think about it. But before he left I told him that he needed to do something romantic to sway my decision. He kissed my forehead, cheeks, eyelids..rather pleasant really." He smiled at the memory as he caught up with his sister. They began to amble through the talk grass. Ginny soon found the spot that they usually sat at and took a spot on the lush ground; Ron did the same, plucking a cattail from the ground.
- That's really something Ron. What else happened? Are you two together now? -
"Hold on. Well, I went to thinking and I couldn't really decide if I wanted to. I mean, I have never thought of myself as a poofter in anyway shape or form."
- Don't say 'poofter'. It's really not a nice way to describe being gay. -
"Fine, I never really thought of myself as being gay but for some reason I really like Harry. Is it because he's been my best friend for years? Is it because I really need someone other than family right now? I don't know but I did decide to try something with him last night and while everyone was outside, Harry and I started to go out."
Ginny squealed in delight. Ron was for once, during this whole ordeal, glad to be deaf. The only female offspring of the Weasley clan began to wiggle around in pure amusement. - I am so happy for you, big bro! -
Ron could only stare at his sister; she was obviously happy. "Thank you. But now, today, I'm wondering if what we did should have been postponed until a later date." His whole body heaved at the remembrance of the afternoon's actions.
- What did you two do? - Ginny instantaneously became serious.
"First, Harry made a little picnic and we sat out by this like lake that is deep in the small woods in back. It was really nice. He was a little persistent. See, I told him I wanted to take things slowly because I didn't even understand why I was with him. I wanted to sort out my feelings for him before the physical aspect of a relationship clouded my judgement."
- That's really mature of you. That was the best thing but what did you mean he was 'persistent'? -
"We had our first kiss, under the sun, surrounding by nature without any shirts on."
- Oh no! You two made out, didn't you? Without shirts? Isn't it great! - She rambled, a gleam in her eyes.
"We made out, without shirts and what do you mean 'isn't it great'?"
Ginny snatched the cattail out of Ron's hands and began to pick at it. "Oh nothing."
"Ginny." He warned.
She threw the weed away. - So, after you two made out, what happened next? -
Ron eyed his younger sister, leaving the subject of her knowledge about shirtless kisses alone. "Well we kissed and kissed and kissed some more. Ate and then kissed some more. It was smashing. Never thought I would use that term but that's the only word out there to describe it."
- Oh great Merlin! You two are dirty blokes, you are. Continue. -
"We stopped, fearing that you all would be back soon. We went inside and we made out in my room." A quiver of nervousness reverberated throughout his words as the news of his 'deflowerment' (as his mother always called it) neared.
"And?"
"And it was getting pretty hot and heavy. Harry wanted to stop for he knew he wouldn't be able to uphold my decision on waiting. I told him that I didn't care about waiting, I wanted to see him as he mounted me and to put a long story short, me and Harry had sex. Twice."
The air was still, nature silent, Ginny in shock. Her brother had sex with another man? He was in a relationship. These meager pieces of information only excited her. She lounged onto her brother, hugging him dearly. She could feel his shaky arms wrap around her. She was grateful that her brother was finally happy. - You are happy, right? -
"I don't know. I am and then I'm not. This experience was so emotion felt. He was tender and patient and dead sexy. The whole thing was wonderful but it just solidifies the fact that I'm gay. I think I'm scared of that the most. Also, I'm afraid that Harry will leave me even though he says he loves me."
- He told you that? -
"Yes."
- Well, then, he means it. Ron, that boy's been wanting to be with you for a long time. Truthfully, all of us, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and myself have been routing for you and Harry to become a couple. He's always wanted to go out with you. I wouldn't worry about him leaving you anytime soon. And if you think this handicap of yours is going to dismay him, then you're stupid. You are as thick as I always thought. -
Ron laughed with ease, taking his sister in his arms again. "Thank you. That really helps me. More than you can understand."
She pulled back. "Well, honey, that's wonderful. And the whole gay thing, you know that no one is against it. Mum might be uncomfortable in the beginning but you know she loves you so much."
A weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "That really helps. I'm still questioning the situation but I'm happy. I'm really happy."
- Well, let's go and tell everyone you two are a couple. -
"No! Don't. Not yet."
"Okay." Ginny stood up, helping Ron in the process. - I don't agree but if that's what you want. -
"It is. Now, I'm going upstairs to find my wand. You have no idea how much a person's arse hurts after having sex." Ron went back towards the house.
The rest of the day passed without too much of a commotion; everyone had packed their things and the famous Gryffindor Trio had already voiced their opinions about this year being their last. Hermione wasn't too thrilled but Harry and Ron were excited.
"Oh come now, 'Mione. You're telling me that you're not a bit relieved that this is the last year of tests and homework. We won't have to deal with any of that bullock from school or the people. You're Head Girl now. Abuse your power!" Ron explained as he leaned against Harry, whose arm was around his shoulder. They had already told Hermione about their newfound relationship, though Ginny had already spilled the beans to her siblings and Hermione.
- I'm not abusing any power. I was chosen for this position for a reason. -
- Yes, we know. Your hard work and dedication as a prefect, your grades and your above all know-it-all-ness. - Harry smiled.
- Shut up. So, I see you two are rather cozy. But don't think I'm going to let you snog around the school just because I have authority now. -
"You're no fun!" grumbled Ron.
"Oh go to bed. It's late. Night you two. And I am so excited for you both." She laid a hand on Harry's shoulder before she headed up the steps to Ginny's room.
"So, this is it. Last year and you don't have anyone to defeat."
- I don't want anyone to defeat. I'm so relieved and overjoyed that I can just spend my last year with you. -
"Harry," the freckled boy turned to him and cupped the side of the emerald- eyed beauty's face, "you are so mushy. I like that though. I was nervous about being near you earlier today because I didn't know how to handle that you've seen the true me, I guess you could say. I was afraid that you would leave me since we did what we did so earlier, then I was trying to deal with my sexuality. I still don't know if I would consider myself gay but I know I like you. I know that I could someday love you as much as you say you love me."
Harry kissed Ron's open palm, holding the hand, entwining their fingers together. "You make me so happy." Harry leaned forward and kissed his lips innocence. "Let's head upstairs."
"Yeah, it is late. But grant me one more wish."
"Why not? You're first suggestion was a hit."
"Sleep in my bed tonight."
"Of course."
"One thing." Ron said as they both rose from the couch and headed up to Ron's bedroom. "Why didn't you tell me it was so uncomfortable afterwards?"
"Would you have still have had sex with me if I did?"
"Maybe." Ron held out his hand, which Harry clasped in his own eagerly, thrilled that Ron and he were together and at ease.
When they reached Ron's bedroom, they let go of one another to get ready but that was a short-lived action because they quickly jumped into the bed.
"Night Harry." Ron whispered as he settled in.
Harry simply kissed Ron's forehead in response. Soon the night embraced the two lovers in her dark embrace though Ron's peace was disturbed. All through the night he tossed and turned albeit mentally. Finally he gave up and awoke, a small shooting pain focused above his eyes. He cautiously opened them and all he saw was night. Dark night. Blankness. Whole and complete. It was so black it was like....blindness.
Ron sat up in bed, his heartbeat racing. He began to hyperventilate. "Maybe if I pass out, I'll wake up and I'll still be able to see. I have to see. I...oh what the hell did I expect? She did say I only had a few weeks but-" Ron let out a sob, hunching over. This couldn't be happening.
But it was, it did. This was the hand he had been dealt and now he had to stick with that ruddy card. But why him? He shut his eyes tightly.
//Of course I can't see. My eyes are closed// He rationalized, knowing that he was prolonging the inevitable. He was blind...and deaf...and he had to deal with it.
Ron continued to cry to himself for a few more moments until Harry realized that a solid heat wasn't beside him, keeping him warm, which caused him to strip down to his boxers. Perhaps Ron had caught on to his twisted game of foreplay.
"Ron," he purred as he laid his hand on his leg, inching his palm closer and closer to the spot that the green-eyed boy hoped to be heating up momentarily. But if this was seductive why was Ron crying?
- Ron, what's wrong? Why are you crying? -
Ron never responded. "Ron?" He placed either hand on the sides of the hysterical boy. There was something off about the way those bright blue eyes wondered over his features and to the wall off to the side.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Harry, dear Merlin, let that be you."
"Of course it's me. Who else could it be? Ron, look at me?"
Harry's breath hitched inside his chest. Could the problem at han41d be that Ron couldn't look at him? He took the other boy's right hand and began to sign words of confirmation, that it was him and that he was there.
"Oh," squeaked Ron as the tears subsided. "Just hold me."
- Whatever you desire. -
So, Harry abided to Ron's innocent request.