Yes, a plot, I promise! Bare with me. ;-) As always, this comes from
stuff that is actually J.K Rowling's and I feel pretty damn lucky to be
writing it. Oh, and this one is DEFINITELY rated R because there is a sex
scene between two males. Guess who. So if ya don't like slash, as always,
go read something more....tame.
Part 6
Harry awoke to the sound of Ron's laughter. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and turned over.
Ron was sitting on his bed reading out of a Quiddich book. Ron looked up, almost reluctantly.
"Hey, Harry, how'd you sleep?" Upon looking at Harry, Ron added: "Apparently, not at all." His features softened. He got up and went over to Harry and lay next to him, facing him.
"Listen, mate, I'm sorry I didn't stay with you. Last night, I mean. Are you all right?"
Harry was annoyed at Ron's now-worried face. "Oh you mean after seeing you killed? By VOLDEMORT?" Harry pushed up from the bed and sat.
"Harry!" Ron looked shocked. "I'm sorry! Really, if...if I didn't...I mean, if we..."
"Fine, it's all right. I've dealt with this alone before. I can manage now, too." For some reason, this didn't strike Harry as too melodramatic.
"Harry! You are not alone! Did you hear me say I love you?" Ron still looked shocked.
"Oh, Ron," Harry said in a sigh. "It's nothing." He got up and searched on the floor for clothes. Why wear clean when one can reuse old ones and not wash for a while?
"It is something. What do you want from me?"
"Past tense." Harry grabbed a pair of pants.
"Fine," Ron sighed exasperated. "What did you want?"
"You know what I wanted? I wanted...no, now I sound selfish." Harry began pulling a pant leg up.
"Dammit, Harry, if you don't tell me, I don't know."
"Ron, I wanted to be held. I thought...well, you know, we are going out. We are – you could have. We could have, and I wanted that more than anything. But you can't. You couldn't. I told you how scared I am to be here, and the first night, I see you-"
Harry pulled up the other pant leg and searched for a shirt, fighting the tingling in his eyes. He threw on a shirt as Ron said something. Harry ignored him and walked out of his room. If Ron wasn't figuring it out, Harry wasn't going to stand there explaining it.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry stopped outside Ron's room.
Ron came running out and stood right in front of him.
"Harry! What-" He looked like a fish out of water, struggling for words. "You know, I-" A whisper: "I love you."
Harry turned and walked down the stairs. Ron followed him silently. They reached the kitchen, whereupon several things happened.
First, Mrs. Weasley looked up from the table and immediately pushed herself away to get some breakfast ready. This made Ginny and Mr. Weasley look up and both comment at once 'Good morning'. Harry looked over at Ginny, Ron at his mother, and they bumped into each other. Ron stumbled back, and Harry grabbed Ron's arm for stability. When they had finished, Ron had fallen in a chair, looking dumbfounded, and Harry had run from the kitchen.
Part 7
"What's the matter with Harry?" Mrs. Weasley looked worriedly after him. Then she turned on Ron. "Are you fighting with him, Ronald Weasley?" Funny how fast she could turn, he thought.
"Naw, no. He just...didn't sleep well." Ron looked down at the plate Mrs. Weasley had given him. He felt awful.
But, at the same time, he felt like he was being pressured into telling his parents about them. Ron loved Harry, yes, more than anything. Enough to tell his parents? Yes. Enough to tell them now?
Ron sighed.
No.
These feelings in his stomach were funny. He was being told to go and see Harry, to hold him, and assure him that everything, absolutely everything, was going to be fine.
The other half, his brain perhaps, was telling him to be rational. Yeah, love Harry, but don't sacrifice a perfectly good home life for it. And don't be forced into doing things that you don't want to do!
But he wanted to hold Harry.
And...he didn't want to be found out, not in the slightest.
Ron decided that eating would make an already churning stomach worse. He got up, excused himself politely, and headed for his room. Only Mr. and Mrs. Weasley watched him go.
Part 8
Harry had just sat on his bed, head in his hands with frustration, when there was a knock on the door.
"Go away, Ron," he said quietly.
"It's not Ron," Harry heard. It was Ginny.
"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed as he jumped off the bed. The door opened and Harry allowed Ginny to come in.
"Hey, Harry," she said as she entered. Harry noticed that she no longer had the fanboy look on her face when she talked to him. It was all business.
"I wasn't hungry," Harry lied. He figured he'd cut off the question session.
"Oh?" Ginny said as she sat on Ron's bed. "That and...?"
Harry shook his head. "Look, I don't need to be interrogated, okay?" He sat on his bed.
Ginny continued looking at him matter-of-factly. "Look, Harry. You are staying in our house, and we all wanted you here. All of us. At great risk, as you know."
Harry cringed. This was going where he didn't want it to go.
"Because, Harry, we love you." Harry looked up at that. "Yeah, Harry," Ginny continued. "Harry, you are a brother to me, and a son to Mum and Dad, and Ron's best friend.
And boyfriend, Harry thought.
"So we care when you go storming out of a kitchen. Do you...want to talk about it?"
Harry looked down. "Ron and I...had a disagreement. I suppose. It's nothing, we've been through worse." Harry's mind went back to the Triwizard tournament, their first spat.
"Friends do that. You'll get over it, assuming he didn't, like, steal your broom or something." She smiled.
Harry couldn't help but smile. "It's more complicated than a broom, but yeah. Do you promise not to tell anyone?"
Harry heard a snort from outside the door. Then footsteps retreated down the stairs.
Harry looked over at the door, feeling for a moment like he'd been caught doing something. Then he realized that he wasn't doing anything, and his face hardened.
"Harry?"
Harry looked at Ginny.
"Ginny, can I be alone? Please?"
Ginny looked crestfallen, but nodded.
"Sure Harry. But if you want to talk, I am here for you." She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Harry laid on his back and took a deep breath.
Part 9
Ron started up the stairs quietly, and before he got to his room, he realized that Ginny was in his room with Harry. He heard Ginny ask Harry if he wanted to talk about it. Ron's heart skipped.
Would Harry...tell?
Ron made his way to the door and stood silently to the side. Harry said something... about them. A disagreement? What had they disagreed on? Broom. Can she keep a secret?? He was going to tell!
Ron snorted. Then he realized that conversation had stopped. He turned angrily and went down the stairs as loudly as he could.
As he went back through the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley stopped him.
"Ron, sit. Now." Ron looked once into her eyes and complied.
"Either tell me what's wrong with you or eat your breakfast." She stood over him, hands on hips.
Ron picked up his fork and began eating. She sighed and turned to the kitchen. She cast a cleaning charm.
Mr. Weasley looked nervously between Ron and Mrs. Weasley. "So, what are you boys doing today?" Upon not getting a look from his wife, he continued. "You know, if one or both of you wanted to come into work with me sometime this week, you could."
Ron looked at his father. "What would we do, Dad?"
"Well, it might be boring sometimes, but there's always a guarantee of something happening." He smiled broadly. "Wait till you see the muggle alarm system that I've enchanted-"
"Enough!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "I don't want these boys getting any ideas!"
Mr. Weasley blushed. "Yes, dear. Well, you're still invited, son. Tell Harry for me, would you? I've got to go now." He got up and went to Mrs. Weasley. They met in a brief embrace and a quick kiss, and he went to the fireplace. Ron heard the pop as he left.
"Ron," Mrs. Weasley began. "Listen, I'm sorry for snapping. I'm just as much on edge as you, and I've got to remember that you are Harry's best friend."
And lover.
"So come, give us a hug." He got up and did so. "And please clean off the table." He made to do this. "AND bring Harry up his breakfast."
"Mum, I don't think-"
"If he's fighting with you, you're right you don't think. Bring it up to him." She turned with finality.
"Yes, mum." Ron mumbled. He grabbed Harry's plate after the rest of the table was cleared and made for the stairs.
"Ron?" Mrs. Weasley again.
"What, mum?" Ron said, obviously annoyed.
"I love you, you know." Her eyes pierced his. He smiled slightly, and went up the stairs.
Quietly, he said "Luv you too, mum." He knew she heard him.
Part 10
Harry lay on his bed for a while. This was not going to work, him demanding more of Ron in one aspect than Ron could deliver. Harry's mind flashed for a moment that maybe he was better off at the Dursley's.
Yeah, right.
It wasn't a month ago that renewed news of Voldemort's plans surfaced. Voldemort knew he couldn't get Harry in Hogwarts, not without risking power, followers, and himself. After many of his Deatheaters were captured last year, he had to scrape for followers.
There was no lack of people willing to serve him, though.
The Order of the Phoenix believed that Voldemort was going to strike at Harry when Harry was on break from Hogwarts. This information was brought forth by Severus Snape, of all people. Harry didn't know how Snape got it, or when, but he didn't care. He got it.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Harry started.
"What? Yeah?" he said loudly.
"Harry, it's me." It was Ron.
"I know," Harry said under his breath. There wasn't any point in being mad at Ron. But...there wasn't any point in being more than friends with Ron if they were going to go about in secret constantly. Or if they were going to fight about it.
The door opened, and Ron came in. He shut the door behind him. He had a plate in his hand.
"Mum told...I mean, I brought up your breakfast." He sounded tentative.
Harry sat up. "Thanks, Ron." Ron put the plate in front of him, and Harry began to eat. Ron put his hand on Harry's leg. Harry stopped eating and looked at Ron's hand.
"Ron, do you..." Harry realized that he wouldn't get anywhere by asking. "Ron, I don't think we should be together."
Ron's face fell. "But Harry, we are so great for each other! There's no other person I like more, and you said yourself Cho was-"
"Look," Harry interrupted, "leave Cho out of it." Harry played with his food a bit and took a bite of egg.
Ron sat for a moment in silence. "So that's it, then? Four and a half months, and we are going to call it quits?"
"You're still my best friend. Along with Hermione."
At the mention of Hermione, Ron scowled.
"Hermione!" He said. "HERMIONE!" He looked around, as if looking for something. "Harry, do you know why I wanted you? Why I want you?"
"Because everyone wants me?"
Ron's face turned red and distorted. He stood quickly. He made to say something, but settled instead on storming from his room, slamming the door behind him.
This would be better, Harry told himself. Ron would come to eventually, hopefully in time to manage a good break, and he would be able to...
Distance himself. Again. From anyone. Because Ron had come the closest. So close, and Harry wanted to let him in.
Part 11
Ron stormed by Mrs. Weasley a second time.
"Ronald!" She hollered after him.
"Bug it, mum." He said as he slammed the front door.
He ran as fast as he could away from the door, away from the house. He ran through the nearby field where they held Quiddich matches, and past the big oak with his and Ginny's initials on it, and to the edge of a great wood.
Ron slowed and allowed himself to fall in the grass. He let the tears fall now. No one was supposed to see you cry. Harry had complained of Cho crying a lot last year. He wasn't going to be like Cho.
But why was Harry being like this? Ron knew he should have stayed with Harry...but he didn't know how far to go with Harry. How much would he comfort him before Harry would close up again? Ron supposed the only way to-
"Ron?"
Ron screamed and jumped up, breathing frantically. His eyes were red.
"Ginny! Ginny, just, go away, please." Ron rubbed his nose on his arm. "Look at me, would you?"
Ginny looked unsure. "What- why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying." Ron tried to look serious about this.
"Ron, I know you better than that. What's wrong?" Ginny went and put her arm around his shoulder. They sat.
"You want to know what's wrong?" Ron asked, half incredulous.
"Yeah, Ron, I do."
"Harry Potter just broke up with me!" As soon as he said the words, Ron felt better. But then he realized that it didn't matter anymore that anyone knew.
Ginny's eyes got really wide for a moment. Then she said: "So what've you done?"
Ron looked at her dangerously.
"I mean, why did you break up?" She rubbed his back as she spoke.
"I didn't hold him. There, now you know. He also wants to go blabbing about to my family that we are together...I mean, were...and I didn't want to, but when I wanted to tell people at school he's all Mr. Hush-Hush!" All of this came out rather fast.
"Why does anyone else have to know? I mean, if he means that much, you should be happy just holding him in secret." Ginny said this with an 'out in space' look on her face.
She was processing.
"Because. I want to...I want to hold him in public, and have it not be big. I want to sleep with him" Ginny cringed "and not have to worry about being found out. I want...him. But I didn't want my family to know...I mean, mum and dad, and definitely not, you know, Percy." Ron sniffled.
"That's too bad, because I think you'd be turning down the most supportive people you could have."
"Percy included?" Ron laughed.
Ginny laughed too. "Seriously. You should tell them."
"Not any more," Ron shook his head sadly.
"So you broke up because...you didn't hold him? That's pretty stupid."
"No, Harry was right. He..he had a nightmare, and I didn't comfort him because I was afraid everyone would find out."
"So which is worse: having your family find out about dating Harry or not being with Harry?" Realization dawned on Ron's face, and Ginny looked satisfied.
"But, Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"I thought you liked girls."
"I like Harry." Ginny nodded in appreciation.
Part 12
When Ron and Ginny broke over into the field again, they saw a distant shape flying over the field. As they neared, Ron made out the graceful shape of Harry.
In shorts. And a tank top.
Nice.
Ron sat on the ground, and Ginny remained standing for a moment.
"I'm going to go back to the house. You going to stay...?"
"Yeah, I think so." Ron looked thoughtfully at the blur that was Harry.
Ginny began walking away.
"Hey, Gin."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Ginny nodded, and continued walking.
As soon as Ginny was near enough, Ron observed Harry land near her. They met and talked for a moment. Ginny spoke...Harry spoke...Ginny spoke, Harry nodded. Then Harry looked right at him, and his heart...
Fluttered.
Part 13
Flying was what Harry needed. He had grabbed his broom, made a quick explanation (and apology) to Mrs. Weasley, and gone out.
Harry now surveyed everything below him, watching blissfully as he flew over it. Nothing compared to this...except, perhaps-
Yes, well.
Just then Harry noticed Ginny walking over the field in his general direction. He pointed downward and landed gingerly near Ginny.
"Hey, Ginny."
"Harry."
Harry noticed Ginny looked a little...different?
"What's going on?" Harry tried to sound genial and natural in spite of Ginny's aura.
"Harry, Ron told me. About you two. I mean, that you broke up." Ginny looked seriously into Harry's eyes.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"He was really...brave to say anything, considering he is terrified mum will react badly. Or, rather, that she would have reacted badly, but I suppose it doesn't matter anymore."
Harry nodded, and looked over where Ginny had come from. Ron sat there, watching intently, it seemed.
"Thanks, Ginny. We'll see how it matters." Harry managed a weak smile.
"Fine, fine. I tell you, I should get a degree in psychology..."
Harry thanked her again and pushed off into the air. He noticed Ron watching him closely as he turned, dove and eventually circled above Ron. Harry lowered and landed a few feet from Ron.
"You told her?" Harry asked first thing.
Ron looked sheepishly away. He mumbled 'yeah.'
"She said you were brave."
Ron stared at this. "She did?"
"You were. I...there is...I mean, there was no point, as I saw it, in fighting with you about it when we had a perfectly good relationship without the complications."
"But, Harry, I like the complications!" Ron moved to Harry and gave him a tentative peck on the lips. Upon no resistance, Ron kissed more firmly on Harry's lips and Harry parted them ever so slightly. They kissed passionately for a moment, and Ron swung his arms around Harry's back and brought Harry's tank top up over his head. He felt everywhere on Harry's back, sides, chest, down his shorts ever so slightly...
"Ronald!" Harry chided, but only lightly. Harry knew that he wouldn't resist. It had been a while since the last time they were intimate. In actuality, Harry felt it more exciting to be heading toward sex in the field.
Ron moved down to the ground, Harry in his arms. He moved down and kissed Harry's chest and nipples, and slipped his hands firmly under Harry's shorts. Harry gasped as Ron yanked them down past his knees and put a hand over Harry's erection. This was quickly followed by Ron's mouth, and Harry screamed loudly.
Yes, this was quite exciting.
Four months had shown that Ron was a good study. He slickly used his tongue, sometimes teasing and sometimes making Harry shudder convulsively. It was a quick moment of constant attention that Harry orgasmed. Ron brought him off and continued exploring thighs and abdomen with his hands.
Harry lay for a moment in shocked bliss, and then Ron's lips descended on his. Harry took this as his cue and aggressively felt at Ron's body, flipping Ron over so that his back was on the ground. Harry ran his mouth over Ron's chest, stopping in places that made Ron react. The afternoon was going rather well, Harry thought with a grin.
- - - -
Ron slumped down on Harry, exhausted.
"Harry," Ron said breathlessly. "Never doubt. I love you." He panted the last three words.
"I love you too, Ronald Weasley. And I'm pretty sure I have a rock in my back."
Part 14
Ron was grateful when Harry didn't get right up. Harry lay on the ground, having adjusted the rock under his back, and let Ron stroke his head and arms.
"Ron, you're rather good at that." Harry said after a kiss.
"Which?" Ron said, grinning.
"Ummm...all of it, I suppose!" Harry kissed Ron again.
"Well you..." Ron put his mouth next to Harry's ear and whispered: "You are gorgeous. You are not a trophy for me, Harry Potter. When I'm with you in public, you have to be The Boy Who Lived, you can't help it. But when I'm with you...here, like now, or at home, you are Harry Potter. Plain, ol',-"
"Plain old!" Harry exclaimed.
Ron looked in his eyes, and saw how much that meant to him. It surprised Ron how mushy he could get when given the chance.
They began to get dressed again a bit later. They would need to be at the house for lunch, Ron mused, or someone would come looking for them. He would tell. But he wouldn't let them find Harry and he in...
A compromised situation.
As they finished getting ready, Ron stopped Harry.
"Harry."
Harry stopped forward progress and looked at Ron.
"Harry, does this mean...we're together? I mean, again?" Ron looked hopeful in spite of himself.
Harry nodded.
That was enough for Ron. They walked slowly back to the Burrow.
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OMG that was the first time I've used that. Anyhoo...the plot began in this story. Notice it? No?!? LOL Dedicated to Wendy, who read 'the scene' and gave me 'constructive' criticism. And thanks to Nokia for the encouraging review! :-D More coming, assuming I don't get flamed badly. :(
Part 6
Harry awoke to the sound of Ron's laughter. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and turned over.
Ron was sitting on his bed reading out of a Quiddich book. Ron looked up, almost reluctantly.
"Hey, Harry, how'd you sleep?" Upon looking at Harry, Ron added: "Apparently, not at all." His features softened. He got up and went over to Harry and lay next to him, facing him.
"Listen, mate, I'm sorry I didn't stay with you. Last night, I mean. Are you all right?"
Harry was annoyed at Ron's now-worried face. "Oh you mean after seeing you killed? By VOLDEMORT?" Harry pushed up from the bed and sat.
"Harry!" Ron looked shocked. "I'm sorry! Really, if...if I didn't...I mean, if we..."
"Fine, it's all right. I've dealt with this alone before. I can manage now, too." For some reason, this didn't strike Harry as too melodramatic.
"Harry! You are not alone! Did you hear me say I love you?" Ron still looked shocked.
"Oh, Ron," Harry said in a sigh. "It's nothing." He got up and searched on the floor for clothes. Why wear clean when one can reuse old ones and not wash for a while?
"It is something. What do you want from me?"
"Past tense." Harry grabbed a pair of pants.
"Fine," Ron sighed exasperated. "What did you want?"
"You know what I wanted? I wanted...no, now I sound selfish." Harry began pulling a pant leg up.
"Dammit, Harry, if you don't tell me, I don't know."
"Ron, I wanted to be held. I thought...well, you know, we are going out. We are – you could have. We could have, and I wanted that more than anything. But you can't. You couldn't. I told you how scared I am to be here, and the first night, I see you-"
Harry pulled up the other pant leg and searched for a shirt, fighting the tingling in his eyes. He threw on a shirt as Ron said something. Harry ignored him and walked out of his room. If Ron wasn't figuring it out, Harry wasn't going to stand there explaining it.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry stopped outside Ron's room.
Ron came running out and stood right in front of him.
"Harry! What-" He looked like a fish out of water, struggling for words. "You know, I-" A whisper: "I love you."
Harry turned and walked down the stairs. Ron followed him silently. They reached the kitchen, whereupon several things happened.
First, Mrs. Weasley looked up from the table and immediately pushed herself away to get some breakfast ready. This made Ginny and Mr. Weasley look up and both comment at once 'Good morning'. Harry looked over at Ginny, Ron at his mother, and they bumped into each other. Ron stumbled back, and Harry grabbed Ron's arm for stability. When they had finished, Ron had fallen in a chair, looking dumbfounded, and Harry had run from the kitchen.
Part 7
"What's the matter with Harry?" Mrs. Weasley looked worriedly after him. Then she turned on Ron. "Are you fighting with him, Ronald Weasley?" Funny how fast she could turn, he thought.
"Naw, no. He just...didn't sleep well." Ron looked down at the plate Mrs. Weasley had given him. He felt awful.
But, at the same time, he felt like he was being pressured into telling his parents about them. Ron loved Harry, yes, more than anything. Enough to tell his parents? Yes. Enough to tell them now?
Ron sighed.
No.
These feelings in his stomach were funny. He was being told to go and see Harry, to hold him, and assure him that everything, absolutely everything, was going to be fine.
The other half, his brain perhaps, was telling him to be rational. Yeah, love Harry, but don't sacrifice a perfectly good home life for it. And don't be forced into doing things that you don't want to do!
But he wanted to hold Harry.
And...he didn't want to be found out, not in the slightest.
Ron decided that eating would make an already churning stomach worse. He got up, excused himself politely, and headed for his room. Only Mr. and Mrs. Weasley watched him go.
Part 8
Harry had just sat on his bed, head in his hands with frustration, when there was a knock on the door.
"Go away, Ron," he said quietly.
"It's not Ron," Harry heard. It was Ginny.
"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed as he jumped off the bed. The door opened and Harry allowed Ginny to come in.
"Hey, Harry," she said as she entered. Harry noticed that she no longer had the fanboy look on her face when she talked to him. It was all business.
"I wasn't hungry," Harry lied. He figured he'd cut off the question session.
"Oh?" Ginny said as she sat on Ron's bed. "That and...?"
Harry shook his head. "Look, I don't need to be interrogated, okay?" He sat on his bed.
Ginny continued looking at him matter-of-factly. "Look, Harry. You are staying in our house, and we all wanted you here. All of us. At great risk, as you know."
Harry cringed. This was going where he didn't want it to go.
"Because, Harry, we love you." Harry looked up at that. "Yeah, Harry," Ginny continued. "Harry, you are a brother to me, and a son to Mum and Dad, and Ron's best friend.
And boyfriend, Harry thought.
"So we care when you go storming out of a kitchen. Do you...want to talk about it?"
Harry looked down. "Ron and I...had a disagreement. I suppose. It's nothing, we've been through worse." Harry's mind went back to the Triwizard tournament, their first spat.
"Friends do that. You'll get over it, assuming he didn't, like, steal your broom or something." She smiled.
Harry couldn't help but smile. "It's more complicated than a broom, but yeah. Do you promise not to tell anyone?"
Harry heard a snort from outside the door. Then footsteps retreated down the stairs.
Harry looked over at the door, feeling for a moment like he'd been caught doing something. Then he realized that he wasn't doing anything, and his face hardened.
"Harry?"
Harry looked at Ginny.
"Ginny, can I be alone? Please?"
Ginny looked crestfallen, but nodded.
"Sure Harry. But if you want to talk, I am here for you." She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Harry laid on his back and took a deep breath.
Part 9
Ron started up the stairs quietly, and before he got to his room, he realized that Ginny was in his room with Harry. He heard Ginny ask Harry if he wanted to talk about it. Ron's heart skipped.
Would Harry...tell?
Ron made his way to the door and stood silently to the side. Harry said something... about them. A disagreement? What had they disagreed on? Broom. Can she keep a secret?? He was going to tell!
Ron snorted. Then he realized that conversation had stopped. He turned angrily and went down the stairs as loudly as he could.
As he went back through the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley stopped him.
"Ron, sit. Now." Ron looked once into her eyes and complied.
"Either tell me what's wrong with you or eat your breakfast." She stood over him, hands on hips.
Ron picked up his fork and began eating. She sighed and turned to the kitchen. She cast a cleaning charm.
Mr. Weasley looked nervously between Ron and Mrs. Weasley. "So, what are you boys doing today?" Upon not getting a look from his wife, he continued. "You know, if one or both of you wanted to come into work with me sometime this week, you could."
Ron looked at his father. "What would we do, Dad?"
"Well, it might be boring sometimes, but there's always a guarantee of something happening." He smiled broadly. "Wait till you see the muggle alarm system that I've enchanted-"
"Enough!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "I don't want these boys getting any ideas!"
Mr. Weasley blushed. "Yes, dear. Well, you're still invited, son. Tell Harry for me, would you? I've got to go now." He got up and went to Mrs. Weasley. They met in a brief embrace and a quick kiss, and he went to the fireplace. Ron heard the pop as he left.
"Ron," Mrs. Weasley began. "Listen, I'm sorry for snapping. I'm just as much on edge as you, and I've got to remember that you are Harry's best friend."
And lover.
"So come, give us a hug." He got up and did so. "And please clean off the table." He made to do this. "AND bring Harry up his breakfast."
"Mum, I don't think-"
"If he's fighting with you, you're right you don't think. Bring it up to him." She turned with finality.
"Yes, mum." Ron mumbled. He grabbed Harry's plate after the rest of the table was cleared and made for the stairs.
"Ron?" Mrs. Weasley again.
"What, mum?" Ron said, obviously annoyed.
"I love you, you know." Her eyes pierced his. He smiled slightly, and went up the stairs.
Quietly, he said "Luv you too, mum." He knew she heard him.
Part 10
Harry lay on his bed for a while. This was not going to work, him demanding more of Ron in one aspect than Ron could deliver. Harry's mind flashed for a moment that maybe he was better off at the Dursley's.
Yeah, right.
It wasn't a month ago that renewed news of Voldemort's plans surfaced. Voldemort knew he couldn't get Harry in Hogwarts, not without risking power, followers, and himself. After many of his Deatheaters were captured last year, he had to scrape for followers.
There was no lack of people willing to serve him, though.
The Order of the Phoenix believed that Voldemort was going to strike at Harry when Harry was on break from Hogwarts. This information was brought forth by Severus Snape, of all people. Harry didn't know how Snape got it, or when, but he didn't care. He got it.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Harry started.
"What? Yeah?" he said loudly.
"Harry, it's me." It was Ron.
"I know," Harry said under his breath. There wasn't any point in being mad at Ron. But...there wasn't any point in being more than friends with Ron if they were going to go about in secret constantly. Or if they were going to fight about it.
The door opened, and Ron came in. He shut the door behind him. He had a plate in his hand.
"Mum told...I mean, I brought up your breakfast." He sounded tentative.
Harry sat up. "Thanks, Ron." Ron put the plate in front of him, and Harry began to eat. Ron put his hand on Harry's leg. Harry stopped eating and looked at Ron's hand.
"Ron, do you..." Harry realized that he wouldn't get anywhere by asking. "Ron, I don't think we should be together."
Ron's face fell. "But Harry, we are so great for each other! There's no other person I like more, and you said yourself Cho was-"
"Look," Harry interrupted, "leave Cho out of it." Harry played with his food a bit and took a bite of egg.
Ron sat for a moment in silence. "So that's it, then? Four and a half months, and we are going to call it quits?"
"You're still my best friend. Along with Hermione."
At the mention of Hermione, Ron scowled.
"Hermione!" He said. "HERMIONE!" He looked around, as if looking for something. "Harry, do you know why I wanted you? Why I want you?"
"Because everyone wants me?"
Ron's face turned red and distorted. He stood quickly. He made to say something, but settled instead on storming from his room, slamming the door behind him.
This would be better, Harry told himself. Ron would come to eventually, hopefully in time to manage a good break, and he would be able to...
Distance himself. Again. From anyone. Because Ron had come the closest. So close, and Harry wanted to let him in.
Part 11
Ron stormed by Mrs. Weasley a second time.
"Ronald!" She hollered after him.
"Bug it, mum." He said as he slammed the front door.
He ran as fast as he could away from the door, away from the house. He ran through the nearby field where they held Quiddich matches, and past the big oak with his and Ginny's initials on it, and to the edge of a great wood.
Ron slowed and allowed himself to fall in the grass. He let the tears fall now. No one was supposed to see you cry. Harry had complained of Cho crying a lot last year. He wasn't going to be like Cho.
But why was Harry being like this? Ron knew he should have stayed with Harry...but he didn't know how far to go with Harry. How much would he comfort him before Harry would close up again? Ron supposed the only way to-
"Ron?"
Ron screamed and jumped up, breathing frantically. His eyes were red.
"Ginny! Ginny, just, go away, please." Ron rubbed his nose on his arm. "Look at me, would you?"
Ginny looked unsure. "What- why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying." Ron tried to look serious about this.
"Ron, I know you better than that. What's wrong?" Ginny went and put her arm around his shoulder. They sat.
"You want to know what's wrong?" Ron asked, half incredulous.
"Yeah, Ron, I do."
"Harry Potter just broke up with me!" As soon as he said the words, Ron felt better. But then he realized that it didn't matter anymore that anyone knew.
Ginny's eyes got really wide for a moment. Then she said: "So what've you done?"
Ron looked at her dangerously.
"I mean, why did you break up?" She rubbed his back as she spoke.
"I didn't hold him. There, now you know. He also wants to go blabbing about to my family that we are together...I mean, were...and I didn't want to, but when I wanted to tell people at school he's all Mr. Hush-Hush!" All of this came out rather fast.
"Why does anyone else have to know? I mean, if he means that much, you should be happy just holding him in secret." Ginny said this with an 'out in space' look on her face.
She was processing.
"Because. I want to...I want to hold him in public, and have it not be big. I want to sleep with him" Ginny cringed "and not have to worry about being found out. I want...him. But I didn't want my family to know...I mean, mum and dad, and definitely not, you know, Percy." Ron sniffled.
"That's too bad, because I think you'd be turning down the most supportive people you could have."
"Percy included?" Ron laughed.
Ginny laughed too. "Seriously. You should tell them."
"Not any more," Ron shook his head sadly.
"So you broke up because...you didn't hold him? That's pretty stupid."
"No, Harry was right. He..he had a nightmare, and I didn't comfort him because I was afraid everyone would find out."
"So which is worse: having your family find out about dating Harry or not being with Harry?" Realization dawned on Ron's face, and Ginny looked satisfied.
"But, Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"I thought you liked girls."
"I like Harry." Ginny nodded in appreciation.
Part 12
When Ron and Ginny broke over into the field again, they saw a distant shape flying over the field. As they neared, Ron made out the graceful shape of Harry.
In shorts. And a tank top.
Nice.
Ron sat on the ground, and Ginny remained standing for a moment.
"I'm going to go back to the house. You going to stay...?"
"Yeah, I think so." Ron looked thoughtfully at the blur that was Harry.
Ginny began walking away.
"Hey, Gin."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Ginny nodded, and continued walking.
As soon as Ginny was near enough, Ron observed Harry land near her. They met and talked for a moment. Ginny spoke...Harry spoke...Ginny spoke, Harry nodded. Then Harry looked right at him, and his heart...
Fluttered.
Part 13
Flying was what Harry needed. He had grabbed his broom, made a quick explanation (and apology) to Mrs. Weasley, and gone out.
Harry now surveyed everything below him, watching blissfully as he flew over it. Nothing compared to this...except, perhaps-
Yes, well.
Just then Harry noticed Ginny walking over the field in his general direction. He pointed downward and landed gingerly near Ginny.
"Hey, Ginny."
"Harry."
Harry noticed Ginny looked a little...different?
"What's going on?" Harry tried to sound genial and natural in spite of Ginny's aura.
"Harry, Ron told me. About you two. I mean, that you broke up." Ginny looked seriously into Harry's eyes.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"He was really...brave to say anything, considering he is terrified mum will react badly. Or, rather, that she would have reacted badly, but I suppose it doesn't matter anymore."
Harry nodded, and looked over where Ginny had come from. Ron sat there, watching intently, it seemed.
"Thanks, Ginny. We'll see how it matters." Harry managed a weak smile.
"Fine, fine. I tell you, I should get a degree in psychology..."
Harry thanked her again and pushed off into the air. He noticed Ron watching him closely as he turned, dove and eventually circled above Ron. Harry lowered and landed a few feet from Ron.
"You told her?" Harry asked first thing.
Ron looked sheepishly away. He mumbled 'yeah.'
"She said you were brave."
Ron stared at this. "She did?"
"You were. I...there is...I mean, there was no point, as I saw it, in fighting with you about it when we had a perfectly good relationship without the complications."
"But, Harry, I like the complications!" Ron moved to Harry and gave him a tentative peck on the lips. Upon no resistance, Ron kissed more firmly on Harry's lips and Harry parted them ever so slightly. They kissed passionately for a moment, and Ron swung his arms around Harry's back and brought Harry's tank top up over his head. He felt everywhere on Harry's back, sides, chest, down his shorts ever so slightly...
"Ronald!" Harry chided, but only lightly. Harry knew that he wouldn't resist. It had been a while since the last time they were intimate. In actuality, Harry felt it more exciting to be heading toward sex in the field.
Ron moved down to the ground, Harry in his arms. He moved down and kissed Harry's chest and nipples, and slipped his hands firmly under Harry's shorts. Harry gasped as Ron yanked them down past his knees and put a hand over Harry's erection. This was quickly followed by Ron's mouth, and Harry screamed loudly.
Yes, this was quite exciting.
Four months had shown that Ron was a good study. He slickly used his tongue, sometimes teasing and sometimes making Harry shudder convulsively. It was a quick moment of constant attention that Harry orgasmed. Ron brought him off and continued exploring thighs and abdomen with his hands.
Harry lay for a moment in shocked bliss, and then Ron's lips descended on his. Harry took this as his cue and aggressively felt at Ron's body, flipping Ron over so that his back was on the ground. Harry ran his mouth over Ron's chest, stopping in places that made Ron react. The afternoon was going rather well, Harry thought with a grin.
- - - -
Ron slumped down on Harry, exhausted.
"Harry," Ron said breathlessly. "Never doubt. I love you." He panted the last three words.
"I love you too, Ronald Weasley. And I'm pretty sure I have a rock in my back."
Part 14
Ron was grateful when Harry didn't get right up. Harry lay on the ground, having adjusted the rock under his back, and let Ron stroke his head and arms.
"Ron, you're rather good at that." Harry said after a kiss.
"Which?" Ron said, grinning.
"Ummm...all of it, I suppose!" Harry kissed Ron again.
"Well you..." Ron put his mouth next to Harry's ear and whispered: "You are gorgeous. You are not a trophy for me, Harry Potter. When I'm with you in public, you have to be The Boy Who Lived, you can't help it. But when I'm with you...here, like now, or at home, you are Harry Potter. Plain, ol',-"
"Plain old!" Harry exclaimed.
Ron looked in his eyes, and saw how much that meant to him. It surprised Ron how mushy he could get when given the chance.
They began to get dressed again a bit later. They would need to be at the house for lunch, Ron mused, or someone would come looking for them. He would tell. But he wouldn't let them find Harry and he in...
A compromised situation.
As they finished getting ready, Ron stopped Harry.
"Harry."
Harry stopped forward progress and looked at Ron.
"Harry, does this mean...we're together? I mean, again?" Ron looked hopeful in spite of himself.
Harry nodded.
That was enough for Ron. They walked slowly back to the Burrow.
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OMG that was the first time I've used that. Anyhoo...the plot began in this story. Notice it? No?!? LOL Dedicated to Wendy, who read 'the scene' and gave me 'constructive' criticism. And thanks to Nokia for the encouraging review! :-D More coming, assuming I don't get flamed badly. :(