A/N: Thanks to all the wonderful reviewers. I just wanted to make sure people were reading it because I got so few responses. Your reviews are very much appreciated.

Yawning loudly outside Harry's bedroom door Ron felt it was entirely worth being up before noon on a weekend to get back at Harry. He magicked the door unlocked and slowly twisted the door handle open. Peering inside the room Ron saw Harry bundled up under the blankets. Ron took tiny quiet steps across the hardwood floor of Harry's room towards the bed. Standing over top of Harry's sleeping form Ron threw himself on top of Harry.

The only problem was Harry was not under the blankets, instead, rather, he was creeping up behind Ron. So when Ron jumped onto the bed and felt the pillows that had been Harry cave beneath him Harry was standing behind him. Looking around Ron's face came into contact with a very large pillow that was swung at him by Harry. Ron toppled off the bed.

Ron let out a cry of frustration and grabbed one of the heavy down pillows off the bed and charged Harry. "Bloody Hell! How early do you get up in the morning?" Ron cried out in frustration as he aimed a blow at Harry's head.

Harry ducked out of the way hit Ron hard in the ass with the pillow, "Don't get mad at me, I'm a morning person. You really ought to try rising before noon more often, it's quite invigorating" Harry proclaimed with a broad smile on his face.

Ron landed a blow across Harry's arrogant face and burst out laughing, "Invigorating, surely you jest for how can cutting one's sleep short by several hours instill any kind of vigor in a person?" Ron countered, jumping out of the way of another well-aimed blow and climbing up onto the bed.

"I guess I just have more stamina than you do" Harry shrugged and lunged forward swinging his pillow wildly in Ron's direction.

"Is that so?" Ron grabbed Harry's pillow and pulled him off balance onto the bed. Wasting no time Ron jumped on top of Harry and placed a pillow over his face. "Who's got more stamina? I daresay I cannot here you. I repeat, who has more stamina?" Ron leaned in towards the pillow and heard a muffled reply that could have meant anything. "That's right, I do" Ron lifted the pillow to see a very flushed looking Harry gasping for air.

When Harry finally had enough air to speak he replied sarcastically, "You are just jealous 'cause I've made more headway with Draco than you have" Harry stuck out his tongue.

Ron, never one to waste any opportunity, seized Harry's tongue with his own and tried admirably to devour Harry's mouth.

Harry turned his head away gasping, "Would you quit that? Quit trying to suffocate me. Bloody psycho!" Harry started laughing at Ron.

"Sorry but I thought you were offering, my mistake I'm sure" Ron retorted equally as sarcastic. "So you say you've made headway with Draco? No wait, don't answer, let me see if I can tell for myself." Ron lowered himself over Harry sniffing Harry's hair, tasting his neck, nibbling across his flesh down towards his bellybutton. Ron undid the drawstring on Harry's pajama bottoms and buried his face in Harry's crotch. Licking his way up the underside of Harry's shaft and circling the sensitive head with his tongue Ron tasted Harry.

Springing up from Harry unexpectedly Ron announced, "You lie, I can taste no one on you but me." Ron climbed off of Harry having fully teased the boy into a state of passion.

"Well no, nothing you'd be able to taste on me, but we have progressed, second base approaching third at least." Harry stated defensively. Harry sat up on the bed looking at his lover, "Are you really going to leave me like this?" Harry enquired pouting.

"Well why don't you have Draco finish up for you" Ron replied with a feint hint of jealousy in his voice.

Harry caught on to what was going on and decided to change tact, "Well you know I do not think you did too badly yesterday either. In fact I do recall a certain smell of strawberries that could only have meant you and him engaged in something very intimate" Harry pulled Ron back onto the bed pushing him down and sucking on his chest. "So tell me, my strawberry lover, what did you and Draco do yesterday?"

"Well let's just say when I do win the bet there will be no surprises because I've seen everything." Ron said enticingly. "We took a nice long bubble bath together, I washed his back he obliged. "Ron paused with a calculating grin on his face then continued in a mock sensitive voice, "But then he had to go and make fun of my freckles. I was so distraught that I accidentally tried to drown him in the water. And from there things took a turn for the worse" Ron was relishing teasing Harry with the story, quite certain that Harry had made no such progress. "Needless to say we ended up with more water outside the pool than in, which I might add, afforded me a very handsome view of the subject in question."

By this time in the story Harry had already undone the drawstring on Ron's pants and slipped his pajama bottoms off. Using lubricant, which was never far from reach, Harry positioned himself outside Ron's entrance. "Now tell, me in exquisite detail what our dearly hunted looked like, naked dripping wet, covered in soap?" Harry asked as he wriggled his way a few inches in.

Ron let out a low moan, "Beautiful alabaster skin from head to toe that made silk seem like burlap. His blonde hair drenched, hanging about his face, in his eyes, tickling his pouty lips. Tiny pink nipples stand out on a perfectly muscled chest leading down to a nicely toned abdomen." Ron stopped his description for a moment to revel in what Harry was doing to him. Thrusting his length into Ron's tight little ass, firmly stroking his penis, pinching his nipples lightly. Gasping for breath Ron continued, "His…blonde hair…trailed down…from his bellybutton…to meet his penis. Oh! Don't stop!" Ron exclaimed

"How big was it" Harry grunted as he neared climax.

Ron stopped panting for a moment to consider, "Bigger than most but smaller than some." Ron finished somewhat anticlimactically. "Oh wait, but you're missing the best part. He has the best ass I've ever seen, so firm, so white, so hairless, small but tight" Ron climaxed thinking about Draco's ass.

Harry followed suit. Panting he rolled off of Ron and regained his breath. Then Harry remembered, "Wait! The best ass? Are you saying his ass is better than mine? Harry rolled over so he could peer at his own ass over his shoulder. He slapped it trying to make it jiggle, it complied, wiggling slightly for a moment. "What's wrong with my ass?" Harry frowned

Ron smiled at him, "Nothing dear, it just, a little well used, if you know what I mean. Virgin ass is always ten times better, you taught me that." Ron put on his pants and turned to leave but before he could reach the door he was hit around the head with a pillow.

Begin round two…