Disclaimer: All Characters Belong to the marvelous J.K. Rowling, except Tony. He is my own special invention .

Authors note: This is my first ever fanfic. I've tried to make it different from most other Harry Potter Fan Fictions, I haven't found anyone thus far that's put the same spin on it.

A house in Ottery, St Catchpole

Ron took sharp breaths, shuddering as Tony's smooth hands caressed his face. "Tony," he gasped, "I don't think we should go so fast. I mean, I only just came out of the closet; no one even knows I'm gay yet!"

Tony smiled up at Ron, his deep brown eyes twinkling. "I can feel it, Ron. You know what you want, and so do I. Don't fight your feelings, just go with it." Tony grabbed Ron's T-shirt and pulled it off over his lover's head, before taking off his as well. He reached up and ran his fingers slowly through Ron's red hair as they moved in closer and kissed.

At first they just stood there, lips pressed against each others, before Ron slowly opened his mouth. Their tongues slipped slowly in and out, circling in a dance of passion. As they kissed Tony's hands moved downwards, fumbling with Ron's zipper. Ron pulled out of the kiss, Staring as his pants were pulled down to reveal his love heart boxers.

Tony pulled his own leather pants off. The two boys stood in their boxers, and suddenly Ron was excited. They both pulled their boxers off, and spent a moment to stare at each others manhood. Before Ron knew what was happening, Tony was on his knees sucking on Ron's quivering member.

Ron shuddered with pleasure and arched his back, running his long fingers through Tony's thick brown hair.

Two hours later…

Ron snuggled closer to his lover, dripping with sweat from the passionate sex they had had. "How am I going to tell the guys I'm gay?" He asked, stroking Tony's side.

Tony looked up into Ron's eyes. "You can do it, baby. I mean, you told me you were a wizard." He sighed. "I'll miss you so much while you are away."

Ron kissed his lovers forehead. "We can still write! I gave you that owl, just tell your parents you really wanted one. I swear I will write to you all the time."

Tony frowned. "Of course we will write! But I won't be able to feel your soft touch, to look into your eyes, or to make love to you!"

Ron's eyes twinkled. "That's why we have right now!"

The two boys fucked each other for another hour before Ron put his clothes on and walked home to the Burrow from the village of Ottery, St Catchpole.

At a Warehouse in London…

Hermione rubbed up against Todd, pushing her breasts against his chest and her hands traveled down to caress his ass. Blinding green and blue neon lights flashed all around them as they bumped into hundreds of other crazed dancers in the abandoned warehouse now known as "Club Rave."

Hermione's eyes were wide open; she was drunk out of her mind and high on crack. Todd kissed her passionately, ripping her shirt of and pushing her to the ground where they continued to make out in the middle of the dance floor. After ten minutes, Hermione got up and pulled her shirt on, before stumbling over to Anton, who monitored the drinks. He was busy on the floor with two girls, so Hermione got herself a Vodka and stumbled back to the dance floor.

Sitting on his "throne" in a back room, Big Z wore only leather pants and a huge fur coat. His hair was spiked into a Moehawk, and tattoos marked his perfect body. Big Z "owned" Club Rave, but he spent most of his time making the drug exchanges. A certain girl named Hermione Granger was one of his biggest clients.

Hermione had traded her bush brown hair for straight, jet black locks. She was no longer the smart, school obsessed nerd. She was the smart, school obsessed, sexy party animal. And she loved it.

No. 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging

Harry crossed off another day on his self made calendar. It was only a week until he went back to Hogwarts for his sixth year. He couldn't wait to see Ron and Hermione. It had been a long summer. A long lonely summer.

Well, not lonely, if you count Dudley as his gang. They had given him a lot of company over the holidays. Every single day.