A/N: And now the real Chapter 2...This is the whole one folks, so read it again If you've already read it...sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry it took me so long to fully do this...It was a lot to type, edit, and add new things...so...I hope you like it...please read and review
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to it...well...except this story...and it's lemony goodness...tee hee hee...
Chapter 2a.The dream...And the Aftermath
'Ron...' A voice said sweetly, and seductively. '...Ron...' It said again.
'...who...who's there...' Ron answered dreamily.
'Ron...don't be silly...It's Harry.' The voice answered giggling. 'Honestly Ron...you should know what I sound like by now...oh well...' Harry said. Ron sat up in his bed, and looked over to the end. There was Harry, sitting cross-legged, caressing Ron's leg. Ron blushed, and grinned. He revealed himself from his sheets, and crawled to Harry.
"Hey...what are you doin' up?" Ron whispered. "Is something wrong?"
'Of course not...' Harry answered.
"Then why are you awake...and...why is your dialogue all in Italics?" Ron asked, a bit worried. "Who are you? What do you want?" He asked, backing away slowly.
'Oh...sorry...It is me, Ron..." Harry answered, reassuring Ron. "...and...as for what I want..." He continued, biting his lower lip softly, and innocently. "...Is...you" He said, with a seductive, yet still innocent tone.
"...wh...wha-" Ron started, confused, but was cut off by Harry's soft, warm lips against his own. Ron's eyes widened, as Harry's body fell forward onto Ron's. They fell back, cutting through the air like floating down through water. The almost cloud soft mattress seemed to engulf them as the landed soundly within its warm embrace. Ron's shock quickly strayed, and was replaced by lust, and longing. Each day since the day they met, Ron wanted this moment...He yearned to taste Harry's sweet, lips on his own. He wrapped his hands slowly around Harry's perfectly curved waist, and drew him closer.
Ron had sunk into a world of utter pleasure, as Harry slid his tongue into Ron's mouth.
Ron slipped his hand down the back of Harry's black, silk boxers. Harry flinched, but only for a moment. Harry brought himself up, breaking the kiss. Ron slipped his hand out of Harry's boxers, a bit confused.
"...what's wrong-" Ron began, quietly, trying to regain his composure. Harry, now straddling Ron, softly placed his index finger on his lips. He traced his finger from Ron's lips, to his chest, and lower, still. Ron moaned faintly, as Harry's finger moved down his body.
"...I don't want this...to end..." Ron whispered.
"...me...either..." Harry whispered in response. "...but...it will..."
"...what...?" Ron said dreamily.
Ron was sleeping soundly, still a bit skeptical about the night's previous events, and dreaming about none other than Harry Potter.
"Mmm…" he softly grunted. "m…Harry…" he continued. "Harry…yes…" he moaned the name of his love, and images of his greatness flashed through Ron's mind. He tossed, and turned in his sheets, softly gasping. His skin began to weep small tears of lust through his pores. "…mmm…no…" he whispered. "no……no!" he spoke louder. "Harry!" He yelled, lunging upward, his sheets flying up with him. He gasped softly, holding his hands over his chest. Now sitting straight up, composure regained, he inspected the room. No one seemed to be awake. '…oh…thank goodness…' he thought. He bowed his head, and pushed some of his hair out of his face, grazed with a bit of sweat. '…was…was that a dream?' he thought. He dropped his hands in his lap, covered by his now ruffled sheets. The spot where his hands landed was wet. He lifted is hands, and looked down to his stained bed sheets. "…shit…" he said to himself, examining a rather large splotch. " Bloody hell…" he continued to curse at himself. "I'm 16…you'd think this stuff would be over by now…" He said, burying his head in his hand.
"What's wrong?" a voice, rather, sweetly whispered in the darkness.
"Nothing…I just-" Ron stopped himself, noticing how embarrassing it would be if someone found out that Ron Weasely had a wet dream. 'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!' He thought. He quickly casted a cleaning charm, and tried to act natural, sliding nonchalantly out of bed.
"See...nothing to worry-" Ron started, but was againg, cut off. It was still dark outside, about three o' clock, and Ron, again, felt the touch of the stranger's hand on his chest.
'...A- a-...?' Ron thought frantically searching for an explanation to what was happening.
'...hold on, that voice...' He thought. "Harry-?" He started, and, abruptly, was cut off, for the fourth time, no less. The lips of "the stranger" held on to Ron's, and tight. "Hmm...mm...mmmm" Ron moaned, startled by the kiss. Now comfortable with the situation he was in, Ron slowly wrapped his arms around his kisser's waist. So there they stood. In a boy's Gryffindor dorm room, at three A.M., kissing, passionately, in the starlight. Ron could feel himself growing. '...mmm...hmm? Uh oh...' He thought.
"Harry," Ron spoke meekly, breaking the kiss. "wait...I'm not sure, if...I mean...should we?" Harry looked at Ron, perplexed.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, saddening a bit.
"...well...I mean...I dunno'..." Ron looked embarrassed. Harry wondered what was wrong.
"...it's...me, isn't it?" Harry asked, with a cute, but still forlorn pout. "I know it is-"
"No...no...not at all..." Ron said, with a very reassuring tone. "I really...really want this, but...I dunno'-"He trailed. 'Fuck! What's the matter with me?' Ron thought. '...Harry looks so hot when he pouts' He continued, just a bit side tracked.
"So...that's it then..." Harry said, meekly in the darkness.
"Harry...I-"Ron trailed off again. The moon, which was covered by clouds before, began to shine brightly once more. Lunar rays burst forth from the clouds, and shone through the sleeping dorm room. Harry turned his head to an open window by Ron's bed. His meek pout slowly became a slight smile, as he gazed to the full moon.
"...Isn't it beautiful..." Harry whispered hopefully, to a rather clueless, mortified Ron. Ron gave an embarrassed grin, and gazed longingly at the moon as well.
"...yeah..." he said, simply. The embarrassment flowing through his body wouldn't permit him to say anything more. He started to blush wildly. Harry could feel Ron's body getting warmer.
"Aw, don't worry, Ron...its ok" Harry said reassuringly.
"Thanks mate." He said. He turned his head to look at his love. He was going to speak, but the way the moon light hit Harry's smooth skin entranced him. Harry was outlined in silver. His scar shone white. Ron was overcome with lust again, feelings stirred inside him. Needless to say he got piss-hard when he saw Harry glowing. '...screw it...I want Harry now...' He though, determined to taste Harry's lips once more. Harry could feel Ron's erection growing. Harry, jumped slightly, being caught off guard, and all, then grinned sweetly.
"...Harry..." Ron started, drunk in lust. "...take me..." He whispered, seductively. He brought Harry closer, and united their lips again. Harry moaned softly, and his hands found their way down to Ron's rock hard arousal. Ron blushed as Harry grasped him, softly. Ron was slowly climbing to his peak, as he lofted onto his mattress, holding Harry's body close to his own. Harry caressed Ron's thriving manhood, as Ron slipped his tongue into Harry mouth. Harry moaned a bit louder now, and Ron could feel every ounce of pleasure in it. Ron broke the kiss only for a moment, and took off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. The moon light reflected off of his well toned abs, and pecks, and glistened in his beautiful blue eyes. Harry was overcome with emotion. He wanted to lunge up, and bury himself in Ron's body, Ron's perfect body. But, something told him to wait...to wait until the perfect moment. He had to stop...but only for now, before things got out of hand.
"Ron...wait..." Harry started, meekly. Ron raised an eyebrow, but listened intently.
"Perhaps...we shouldn't let things get so far..." He firmed his voice. "I mean we are only in chapter two..." He finished. Ron let out an exasperated sigh, and gave a longing pout.
"Yeah...you're right..." He said. There was a silence encompassing the dorm room, as the two lay in Ron's bed, thinking of what to do next. Ron, who was hovering over Harry's body before, brought himself into a cross-legged position, and sat on his bed. Harry sat up, and took the same position. They were both turned to the tall window by Ron's bed, as if searching for an answer from the moon. Ron slowly slipped his hand into Harry's, and held it, with a soft grip. Harry smiled slightly, and caressed Ron's hand. The silence grew dense.
"...can we still kiss and stuff?" Ron asked, in an innocent, yet confused voice, blushing slightly. Harry giggled softly. Leaned into Ron, and their lips met once again, in sweet bliss and harmony, as moon light strayed through their dorm.
Again, I pray that you forgive me, and review...with nice things for me to read...Chapter 2b Is comin', so, I beg of thee, please wait, and read once it comes. Thank you Fans...or...at least...people who read my story...n.nV