Your Game
Pairings: HG&HP, HP&DM, DM&HG, HP&SS, SB&HP, SS&SB, HP&RW, HP&RL, RW&RL
Rating: R
Warnings: language, maybe ooc (depending on how you look at it), might offend some of you
A/N: Alright... Six of Seven... Ron's POV... enjoy!
He's a bastard. A bloody slut.
Oh, don't give me that look. He's shagging six people. If that doesn't constitute as a slut, then I don't know what bloody does.
He's probably shagged half the bloody school.
If he has, I don't fucking want to hear about it.
Either he's addicted to sex, or he's playing one hell of a twisted little game.
Did you know that he's no longer just the 'Boy Who Lived'? No, he's the 'Boy Who Lived to Fuck'. To fuck with me, to fuck with his Godfather, to fuck with the Greasy Potion's Master, to fuck with the werewolf...
Oh, come on. You had to of known. I mean, Moony is his Godfather's best friend and my lover. There was no way Harry was going to leave him out of the equation.
Bloody glory whore.
Stop giving me that damned look. It's annoying. It really is.
You see, you don't know exactly what's going on, do you? No, you don't. Well, let me tell you something.
Neither do I. Nobody has a fucking clue. Not one of us.
Except Harry.
And he ain't talking. Hell, no one's even called the bastard on it. I'll bet you, everyone he's fucking, has seen him fuck someone else. Through a crack in a door, through a Pensieve, through that hole in the picture... Well, you get the idea.
Not, that I've done any of that, of course. Why would I have to?
I mean, Remy has such a guilty conscience sometimes. He told me he had left Harry fuck him. I told him that I had fucked Harry.
See, no spying necessary. Isn't that a wonderful thing?
Oh, it's not like I'm totally great with what has been happening, but I can't really complain, can I?
I mean, we were both sorta with Harry before we got together.
You know, now that I think about it... nah, I don't think Harry'd have the mind or gall to do that. I mean, I'm his best friend, or rather, I'm *supposed* to be...
Eh, glory whore or not, he's still fucking me, Remy, and the others, and I still act as his best friend. Even if he had become a bastard. I mean, he's still Harry, right?
Look at him. Did you ever think Remus could look this good? Peacefully asleep after a, well, a long night. He's rather beautiful. Just don't get any ideas.
I may let Harry fuck him, but no one else. Remy is mine, just as much as I'm his.
And he knows it.
See the necklace? The dog-tag on it? I gave that to him... He's mine.
Sometimes, I almost wish that I wasn't Harry's best friend. I'd ask him what the hell he thought he was doing.
Hell, if you talk to him, ask him for me.
Ask him, 'When the fuck are you stopping your game?'
Do that for me, before I snap and kick his ass.
A/N: So, Six of Seven down... Um... better? Should I change any of it? Or should I leave it? Newho, next one is Remus's (back to being tame), then there's the Epilogue... yes, there's an Epilogue...