It's been harder and harder to find the time (well, motivation, really) to write... We just got a new kitten! She's hogging all of my attention lately. But, I just can't help it. She's soooooooo cute! Her face is like a harlequin mask. (heeheehee, it's funny because I named her Harley and it's also my penname... Yeah, you know you want to laugh.) So, blame it on her. Don't hate me - I'm just a poor girl, and she's an adorable kitten with those evil doomy powers of...cute. Right, so, anyway, for those of you reviewing, thanks! It really means a lot. And special thanks to my beta, without whom this chapter would probably still be on the sucky side. Everyone clap for her brutal honesty and sharp eye for grammar mistakes! And, as you might notice, the rating went up on this fic. After reading this chapter, you'll see why. If this gets taken down, you'll know why. But, if it does, then it's up on and you can continue reading it there. Let's keep our fingers crossed for the best, huh? Oh, and this little note is for emurez: COVER YOUR EYES, DEAR! IT'S THE DREADED SLASH! Heehee, but you did say you like my slash, so maybe it won't be so bad. Right... I'm done here, so that's it.

Warnings: Okay, folks, we're 11 chapters in... We should pretty much know (and expect) that there are going to be mentions of slashiness in here, right? But, I'm going to continue to tell you anyway so someone won't say "Ohmygod! It's a man and a man... and they're doing it... and why didn't you tell me because this is totally sick! You're evil and going to Hell! Hell! Hell, I say!" Yeah... I don't need all that crazy shit, you know? So, here you go - SLASH! HERE AND IN FUTURE CHAPTERS! AND IT'S HIGHLY UNLIKELY THAT IT'S GOING TO STOP! So, you know, if that offends you and you fear for your immortal soul or something, THEN RUN FOR THE HILLS! And take the cows with you, okay? Damn those cows...

Chapter 11 - Remedy

Harry began to stir as the moonlight danced over his face. He could feel Ron spooned against his back, and smiled. Ron was muttering something or the other in his sleep. It sounded to Harry as if he was dreaming of spiders again. Harry chuckled. Ron's petrifying fear of spiders was amusing to him. He snuggled closer against Ron.

Down the hall, he could hear the distinct sounds of Chole and Draco talking. Their words were lost in the blaring of Chloe's stero, but Harry could tell they were arguing about something. A door slammed, probably the door to Chole's bedroom, then Draco came stomping down the hall. Harry listened with baited breath as he passed Harry's door. Draco stopped for something. Harry quickly closed his eyes when he saw the crack in his door being pushed open a bit wider.

It seemed like an eternity that Draco stood in his door way. Harry could feel his presence as if he could plainly see the other. He just stood in the doorway to Harry's room. He could feel Draco's eyes on him as if they were hands touching his face, burning hot and slowly roaming to explore. Harry stopped breathing all together.

He let out a sigh of relief when Draco finally stalked towards the stairs. Harry could hear him stomping down the stairs then slamming the front door. Draco's tires let out an eerie squeal as he sped off into the night. He shivered in rememberance of the intensity of Draco's stare. Malfoy had never looked at him like that. It was strangely... exciting.

Ron's breath danced over his ear, causing Harry to shiver again. He felt his lips against the back of his neck, pressing soft and loving against Harry's flesh. They started a slow, passionate trail over Harry's neck, his jaw, behind his ear. Harry gave a shuddering gasp as Ron took his earlobe between his teeth. He tugged on it gently, breath still filling Harry's ear. Harry squirmed back against Ron.

"Morning, Harry," Ron whispered into Harry's ear before his tongue swept out to trace the shell of his ear. Harry moaned aloud at the feeling. Ron gripped his hips, fingers kneading at the flesh. Then he did something that shocked Harry beyond belief and caused him to nearly scream in need: he thrust hard against Harry's bottom, bringing them both as close as possible. The feeling of Ron's hardness pressed firmly against him was intoxicating, and Harry could not lie still. He wiggled back against Ron. He delighted in Ron's moans, loud and proud, groaned as they sent shivers up and down his spine.

Ron soon had Harry on his back, pinning him down with his body. He continued to plunder the sweetness of Harry's mouth. Harry squirmed underneath him. All of his sense screamed for Ron, begged for his touches, demanded the feeling of their bodies crushed together. His head swam with the intensity of it all.

The sounds of Chloe banging on the wall and shouting were like little bumps to Harry, small and insignificant. He did not even care that she could hear them. It did not even matter that her stero was so loud that the wall was vibrating. Harry's whole world was buzzing. Everything but Ron was nothing to Harry, and everything that was Ron seemed to be magnified a thousand times as it assaulted Harry.

Ron was at Harry's waist, pushing his shirt up and kissing his bellybutton. He pushed the shirt up further, taking it off in a way that was very much like a caress. His lips followed the fabric. Soon, he was alternating between small kisses and tiny licks. Harry moaned as Ron reached one of his nipples. It was all driving him completely barmy. Ron's attention turned to the other nipple, causing Harry to squirm all the more. He continued over Harry's chest to his collar bone, lavisihing kisses and nips over it. His neck recieved the same treatment as Ron followed the shirttail.

Their lips met as Ron pulled the shirt over Harry's head. Harry opened his mouth for Ron's tongue, which was given quite willingly. He nursed it, grinding his body up against Ron. It seemed as if Ron was the only thing sustaining him. Without Ron, he feared he would cease to exsist. Despite all that, he felt so alive, moreso than he ever had before. Ron's hands were working soundless magic on Harry's body.

Hands at Harry's jeans waistband caused his breath to hitch. It stopped completely as Ron slowly unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. He moaned again as Ron pushed the offending pants away and the cool night air, which was filtering in through the open window, wrapped around the head of his twitching penis. It was peeking out from the top of his boxers. The change in temperature made him squirm.

Harry was no longer able to keep his hands still. They seemed to move of their own accord over Ron's back, and under his shirt to skim over Ron's soft skin and muscle. Ron reached back and pulled the shirt off over his head. Harry smiled as he tossed his mane of firey locks away from his face. He gasped as their flesh met and melted together. His pants were pushed down around his ankles, his boxers following shortly. He kicked them off then lifted his eyes shyly to meet Ron's. The last time he had been naked in front of his friend, he had been five and they had been swimming. The situation they were in now was totally different. He was slightly self-conscious, while another part of him wanted to writhe and move provactively under Ron's gaze, wanted to entice Ron, wanted to give himself wholly to the other boy.

He watched as Ron was watching him. His body burned as Ron's eyes devoured him. His tongue swept out to wet his lips as Ron removed his own pants and boxers, leaving himself in nothing but a pair of socks. He let his eyes roam slowly from Ron's face, down his creamy neck, past his freckled shoulders and smooth chest. The little brown nipples were diamond-hard peaks that practically begged for Harry's attnetnion. Ron's waist was a few sizes bigger than Harry's own, and slightly more musculalry defined. His bellybutton was not quite an innie, nor was it quite an outie, and Harry found it very cute. Trailing down from below was a thin line of bright red hair that lead to a matching thatch of pubic hair. Nestled in it and standing proudly tall was Ron's erect member. Harry's inchoerent feelings - because he had long since lost the power of thought, coherent or no - suddenly piled into one blinking beacon of consciousness: he wanted that inside of him.

Then the awkwardness set in. They both had no clue, aside from Sirius's book and instinct, of how to go about what would come next. Both of them had sat around reviewing the book, quite curious about the whole deal. Now, they were slightly unsure about what to do. This was not progressing with the evident ease that was displayed in porno movies or Ron's mother's paperback books with the heated front covers.

"We umm..." Harry looked at Ron's shoulder. "We need some..."

"I know," Ron said, leaning over to grab his pants. A few minutes of sorthing trhough the pocets rewarded Ron with a smal bottle of personal lubricant which his displayed to Harry.

"You..." Harry stared at him a moment before a smile began to spread across his face. "You wanted tonight to be it, didn't you?"

"I've been carrying it around for a week," Ron replied sheepishly.

Harry smacked his arm, still smiling. "Horny little bugger."

"It's all your fault, Mr. Potter."

Before Harry could continue the playful banter, Ron's mouth closed over his and all conversation was forgotten. With Ron coaxing him like that, Harry had no choice but to give him. The mood soon shifted to hot and heavy once more. Hands hot as fire lovingly prized Harry's thighs apart. There was no turning back for them anymore.

Harry's breath caught when he felt one of Ron's long fingers pushing into him. He could not help but moan at the feeling. He realized then what was about to happen. In all the time he had played scenes of this moment in his mind, he had not actually given much thought about who would be where. He knew now that he was about to be bottomoed. But, as Ron added two more fingers to his minstrations, he was no longer concerned. Ron moved between Harry's legs, pausing as he pressed against Harry's entrance. Taking a deep breath, he began pushing himself, bit by bit, into Harry until the head of his cock was enveloped in Harry's warm body. He kissed all over Harry's face as it contorted in pain.

"I'll stop if you want me to," he said.

Harry shook his head in the negative, eyes still clamped shut. "Not now, you won't."

"But if you're hurting too bad..." He tried to start pulling back out.

"Shut up, Ron, and get on with it! Trust me, you'll find out exactly how it feels sooner or later."

Ron began to push into Harry once again, his movements as slow and gentle as possible. The pained look on Harry's face gradually grew more and more intense. Harry tossed his head to the side, crying out in pain. Ron attempted to pull out, but before he could finish the act, Harry - who had pulled his feet up close to his body, his knees bent - used his leverage to thrust up and bury Ron fully inside him. He bit his lip bloody to stifle his screaming. He was vaguely aware of Ron kissing the tears away from his cheeks. The pain tore through him, but he was aware the whole while of Ron deep inside him.

He held tight to Ron as he became comfortable with the intrusion. Harry buried his face against Ron's neck. His tears soon stopped as Ron kissed his shoulder over and over. Harry knew Ron was waiting to be sure that Harry was okay before things went any further.

"Okay," Harry panted after a while. "Okay, love, go. Go on."

And on Ron went. He raised himself up above Harry with his hands and gave a few experimental thrusts. The little moans he produced from Harry seemed to boost his confidence. He soon settled into a comfortable rhythm.

Harry marveled at what he was feeling. Ron was filling him. There was a bit of pain, but he barely noticed for the mounting feelings in his abdomen. Soon, the pain was gone, and pure pleasure washed over him.

"Harder," Harry panted. "Ron... Harder..."

"You sure?"

"Yeah..."

Ron pushed into Harry harder, but it just was not enough for Harry. He threw his legs around Ron's waist and held on tight. He lifted his hips to get the best of Ron's thrusts. He urged Ron to go harder, faster, deeper.

"I don't want to hurt you," Ron said. He stared down at Harry's sweaty face, love and concern clearly reflected towards Harry.

"Do it, Ron," he yelled, grinding up to Ron particualrly hard. "Do it, do it, do it, do - oooooooh...!"

He cut off mid-sentence as his voice gave way to moaning. He could no longer form words, could only moan as Ron pounded into him. He had been so worried about his first time hurting, but he found the pain did not bother him at all. In fact, it was all he needed to finally get over the edge. He came on a scream before Ron covered his mouth in a kiss. His insides felt warm and he knew Ron had came a split second after he had. A few final thrusts, then Ron collapsed ontop of him, Harry's fluids between them.

"I love you," panted Ron against Harry's ear.

Harry pushed Ron back by his shoulders. Once he could see into the other's eyes properly, he searched them for any sign of untruth to Ron's words. Finally, his heart swelled in his chest. He could see that Ron meant what he said.

"I love you back."

Ron smiled his lopsided grin down at Harry, who smiled back. The noises began coming back to Harry, reminding him of the world outside his and Ron's lovemaking. He heard Chloe's stero blaring in her room, the sounds of the night (for it had long since marched to after midnight while Harry had been distracted most pleasantly by Ron), and the television downstairs roaring the sounds of music videos Chloe had probably fallen asleep watching.

"Was that... okay?" Ron was looking down at Harry hopefully.

"Mm-hmm." Harry smiled up at him. "Wonderful. And it didn't hurt me... not in anyway I didn't like, I mean."

The two boys pulled apart to lay on their sides facing one another. They were content to just bask in the afterglow that still lingered around them. Harry reached forward to tangle his fingers in the sweaty red hair at the nape of Ron's neck. His hand stroked lovingly against Ron's head.

"A year ago, if someone told you that this is where you would be now, would you have laughed in their face or pummled them?"

Ron looked down at his hands. "Well, to be completely honest... I've suspected."

"What? Since when?"

"Since..." Ron was visibly reluctant to talk about it. "Since umm... That cut on your head seems to be healing nicely."

Harry fingered the now-scarred lightening-bolt on his forehead. "Stop changing the subject, Ronald. I might have to spank you if you won't cooperate."

"Fine... even though I might enjoy a good spanking." Ron took a deep breath. "Since last year after Sirius and Remus's Chrismas part. Hermione's parents were in the Alps on that ski trip, remember? She invited me in to watch a movie, we had more egg nog ontop of what we had at the party, then one thing lead to another, and... I just never had any urge to do it again... You know, with a girl, I mean."

"You..." Harry stared at Ron, mouth slack with shock. "You... Hermione... I... Wow..." He regained his senses enough to slap Ron's arm.

"Ow, Harry! What was that for?"

"You two never told me!"

"We... both kind of tried to block it out. Wasn't really that great for her, either."

"What do you mea - mmm..."

Harry gladly shut up when Ron kissed him again. The conversation did not matter anymore to him. All he was concerned with was Ron's tongue in his mouth and his awakening erection. He threw his leg over Ron's waist, then, using it to push Ron down onto his back, he straddled Ron's waist. He slowly pulled his lips away from Ron's.

"Not tired, Mr. Weasley?"

"Not in the slightest, Mr. Potter."

"Then allow me to remedy that..."