Hello everybody. I'm sorry for the long wait. This is most likely my longest story, so hopefully it's worth it. I have been out of town, and will be out of town again all next week. I was in Kentucky last week (a one horse town, where the horse died, and the wagon was half destroyed) and next week, I'm out to a jesus camp. I'm a witch so yeah... that'll be interesting. So anyway, I'll just shut up now and get to the story. Hope you guys like this. Still a slash.

Chapter Five: The Meeting

Over the next few days of the break, Harry and Oliver spent as much time together as they could. Harry and Ron still weren't talking to eachother. Harry felt a pang deep in his gut every time he thought of his ex. He would never forget the look of loathing Ron had given Harry the first time Oliver and Harry went out. Harry loved Oliver, that was a given. Still, Harry couldn't give up Ron too.

It was late one night. The enchanted ceilingof the dormitory winked at him innocently. Harry looked over to find Ron's body bathed in moonlight. Ron filled his too small pajamas perfectly. His lean muscle, and his overlarge manhood stuck out like a sore thumb in the pale lavender cloth. Harry gave a small sigh and stood up. He pulled out a bag of floo powder from his trunk and began to make his way out to the spiral staircase. Harry tiptoed along the stairs making as little noise as possible. The common room was completly empty except for crooshanks. His yellow eyes followed Harry's suanter toward the empty grate of the fireplace.

"Incendio!" Harry muttered. The grate lit with a crackling fire. Crookshanks shot from the hearth and ran into a closet. He hissed at something there, and darted out again. Harry, not the least bit interested, dropped to his knees and took a pink of the glittering floo poweder. He dropped it into the flames and watched the emerald green flames rise higher and higher into the chimney. "Number Two Washfield Place." Harry said very clearly. He placed his head into the fire and waited for the spinning ot subside.

He looked around the familiar house. The scrubbed wooden table showed signs of two people at home. "Sirius! It's Harry! SIRIUS!" Harry shouted. This was important. He needed to talk with his godfather.

"Who's there?" It was a different voice. It was Lupin. "Harry is that you?" He walked down the stairs smiling. His hair was askew, and his clothes were slightly jarred. "Is everything good? What's wrong?' Lupins face dropped into worry. "Is Snape bashing you again?" He dropped to the hearth and stared intently at Harry.

"No. I just fancied a talk with Sirius." Lupin opened his mouth to call for Sirius but didn't need to. Sirius apparated down the stairs. Like Lupin, his hair was awray, and his clothes seemed to be thrown on in an instant. He was attempting to put his shirt on the right way, and his fae was shining with sweat. "Oh...Did I ... uh... interupt anything?" Harry looked really embarresed.

"No, no it's fine... what's up?" Sirius broke into a grin at Harry's curious expression. "You didn't interupt. We just finished... Didn't we Mooney?" Sirius let off his barklike laugh. Lupin merely frowned.

"I don't think Harry needs to know about our sex life thank you!" Lupin looked extremely disgruntled.

"I don't mind!" Harry said. He grinned. This was all funny to him. "Actually, that's along hte subject I needed to ask you about." Harry said, catching the disgruntled look on Lupin's face. "Ron and I borke up..."

"WHAT?" Lupin and Sirius said in unison. "WHEN?" They said. They both sat laughing at Harry's head.

"But you two were the picture perfect couple?" Sirius said.

"Not to mention that in every owl you mention your breakup!" Lupin said. He and Sirius burst into another fit of laughter.

"OH DRY UP! Well he won't talk to me at all, and it's awful. Hermione has tried to get Ron to get to his senses but he won't do anything!"

Sirius and Lupin exchanged dark looks. "Well, Harry, don't fly off the handle okay?" Harry opened his mouth to inquire to the situation, but was cut short by Sirius. "Molly is very upset. She told Ron not to tlka with you. Punish you like. She's just bitter. We're doing everything we can do to stop her!" Sirius added hastily seeing Harry's look.

"What I don't understand is why Molly is doing this!" Lupin said. "I mean, she knows they broke up together. Both of you agreed on it right?"

"Exactly." Harry said. "Well any advice?"

"Don't fuck without a protection spell." Sirius said. Lupin glared at him and hit him over the head. Sirius feined a look of despair and Lupin just growled at him.

"Don't make me bite you!" Lupin threatened.

"Like you would." Sirius retorted. He grinned and looked back at Harry's head in the fire.

"I would make him listen to you. Hell, threaten him with Ginny's bat bogey hex. She's completely gifted with them." Lupin said.

"Well I have some more news to tell you." Harry gave a sheepish grin as he stared at the eager faces of his godparents. "I have a new boyfriend." Harry blushed.

"FINALLY!" Sirius shouted. "I was getting sick of hearing about poor ickle Ronickins! Tell me... this new boyfriend... what's his name... how old is he... have you slept with him yet?" Sirius was jumping up and down in excitment.

"OH SHUT UP!" Lupin roared. He grabbed his wand and waved it in Sirius direction. He found himself frozen in midjump. Sirius just laughed it off. Lupin smiled bemused. "Go on Harry."

Laughing Harry continued. "Well his name is Oliver Wood. He's the keeper for Gryffindor House. He's seventeen."

A smile crept along Lupin's face. "Good choice. A jock. Their always fun!" Lupin closed his eyes lookeing extremely pensive. Sirius however, looked disgruntled.

"I can't believe you of all people have gone into the jock field, Harry!" Sirius's look was solom. "Next you'll be telling me your straight and have a girlfriend." He siad wiht such repulsion.

"OH shove off!" Harry shouted. "Enough of you taunting you bastard!" Harry smiled at him. It was always a joke to Sirius.

"Fine, fine! So... slept with him yet?" Sirius asked.

Lupin's eyes snapped open at the question. "Babe, I don't think we need to know. He's seventeen now, he can handle himself. Harry doesn't have to answer to us. There are just some things that don't need to be our business." Lupin looked at his partner and shook his head.

"Well we've gotten close, but nothing serious." Harry said. Sirius beamed at his godson. "I used your suggestion Sirius."

"Did you guys like it?" Sirius laughed and looked eagerly at Harry.

"What place Sirius?" Lupin asked sharply.

"Our place babe. Love charms. The S&M shop." Sirius looked to his lover and saw a grin slowly unfurl around him. He laughed and shook his head.

"Well, Harry, answer him. Did you guys like it?" Lupin looked as if he was cracking a rib trying not to laugh.

"Let me put it this way. Somebody said I would to go to hell because I practice magic. Now I know I'll enjoy hell a lot after that experience if you catch my drift." Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he heard a rustling behind him. "I'd better go. Someone is coming! I'll send an owl later."

Harry pulled his head out of the fire, and tapped his head with his wand. The ash around his face and bedclothes vansihed instantly. Ron walked into the common room, with a curious look on his face.

"Sorry I..." Ron stopped. He seemed to have forgotten his vow of silence. "I didn't realize you were practicing for your next date. I'll just leave you to your hand." Ron turned around to leave.

"No Ron wait! Just sit down." It wasn't a command, it was a request. Knowing he would pay for it later, he sat down. He stared coldly at Harry.

"What?" Ron said. He didn't attempt to stem his rudeness. Hatred seemed etched in every line of his face.

"Listen." Harry said. His voice seemed very small. He looked down to the floor as he spoke. "I know you've hated me ever since our brekaup, but I wanted ot say somethign for a while..." Harry's voice broke off. Ron stayed silent. Harry drew in a rattling breath, and pushed on. "I'm still in love with you Ron!" Harry blushed and turned his face away. Whatever color left in Ron's face drained away."

"What? You humiliate me and now you wnat to insult me! How dare you! I can't believe this!" Ron shouted. He glared at Harry and pushed himself away. He looked inot Harry's deep green eyes and melted. His face was full of defeat. Harry looked like he was on the verge of tears. Ron looked at him, and sat down again.

"What do I have to do to prove to you that I still care for you?" Harry's voice shook and faltered.

"I... I didn't know..." Ron said. His ears turned red, and he moved his face away. "You really are...?" Ron stopped. He had a lump in his throat.

"Yes." Harry grabbed Ron's head and turned it towards him. "I still love you." Harry pulled himself close to Ron and their lips met. Harry's tounge found it's way into Ron's mouth. Ron's hands searched Harry's body. He gave a small moan as Harry pulled at his top. Harry pulled his mouth across Ron's chest. Ron wrestled Harry to the floor, and landed next to the fire. He pushed Harry's top off, and pulled his head down to Harry's waist.

The pajama pants flew easily off Harry's bony hips. A musky smell wafted it's way into Ron's nose. Harry's manhood sprang easily from his clothes as Ron's mouth moved up and down the shaft. Ron looked at Harry and saw his face. He looked ready to explode. Ron stopped and pulled his own pants off.

Harry reached up and pushed Ron's head down to his won nad kissed him again. "Turn around." Harry whispered. Ron turned and his face came dangerously close the fire. He didn't care, he was back in the arms of his lover. Harry grabbed his wand and waved it aroudn Ron's ass. A small glistening gel protured from the wand tip as he lubed up Ron. Harry slowly and forcefully penerated Ron. He gave a long moan that permeated the room. In the fit of passion that encompased the couple, Harry's glasses flew off. They landed in the corner by an open door. It was the same door that Crookshanks ran from.

When all was done, the room became silent except for the crackling of the fire, and the occasional sigh of pleasure from Harry and Ron. Harry ran his hand through Ron's hair. "I love you." Ron whispered. He knuzzled against Harry's chest and kissed him.

"This shouldn't have happened. I'm dating Oliver now..." Harry said. His voice full of sadness.

"But I love you. I always have. Please don't leave me again." Ron's eyes filled with tears. He pushed himself closer to Harry.

"Don't worry. I won't." Harry kised Ron, and the pair fell asleep on the floor.

A pair of hands grabbed the glasses and pulled them into the closet. Oliver sat on the floor staring at Harry and Ron. He had seen everything, and heard everything. He looked at Harry's glasses and began to cry. The first man he had ever loved had now cheated on him. He threw the glasses back and ran upstairs to his dormitory with Harry's final words still ringing in his ears.