Herbology was no piece of cake for anyone but Neville and Hermione. Gryffindor had the class with Slytherin and Malfoy continuously teased Harry and Ron who were fighting off a teething Man Eating Vractium. Hermione paralyzed it easily, winning 10 points for Gryffindor, but other than that the class was a disaster. Harry and Ron headed off for their break before lunch, while Hermione went to some extra class she was taking. The boys went to Hagrid's hut to say hello.

"Oh, hello Harry, Ron." Hagrid nodded at them as he let them in and held Fang back. They sat down at the table and Hagrid poured them some tea. Fang plopped his head on Harry's lap as usual. "So, what's new, boys?"

"Not much Hagrid. We just thought we'd say hi."

Lucky for you thought Ron We could be making out in the Room of Requirement

"Well, Grawp's been doin' much better. I want ya ter come an' see 'im, Harry."

"Of course I will, Hagrid."

"What, you don't want me to see him, Hagrid?"

"Oh, Ron, of course ya can come too, I jus' thought ya wouldn' be up ter it, after all he did ter yeh."

"Great, it's settled then."

"Well, Hagrid," Harry stopped Ron in mid-sentence, "we can talk more later, but Ron and I have loads of homework to do."

"So soon? Well, all righ', then. I'll be seein' ya two later then."

Harry and Ron headed off to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, where they were sure they could be alone for the remaining half an hour they had left. Harry pulled open the door and they both walked in before he locked it behind them. "Myrtle," Ron said, "if you're in here, then leave."

"What are you and Harry going to do?" a sad voice called from a toilet stall.

"None of your business!" Ron snapped.

"Ron," Harry elbowed him, "you've got to be sensitive."

"Myrtle, Ron and I have some stuff to do, just give us thirty minutes and you can come back."

"Ok, I'll go the Prefect's bathroom." She sniffled as she flew out of the dingy bathroom.

Ron spent no time getting down to business. He pulled Harry down on the ground and started pulling off his robes. Harry supported himself with his hands behind in back so his robes fell in a pool at his wrists. Ron took off Harry's tie and started to unbutton his shirt. After it fell, he moved to his belt. "Wait," Harry put up a hand, "Your shirt first."

Ron pulled off his robes, pullover, tie and shirt. "Ok, and now your pants." He grinned. He unbuckled Harry's belt and slid off his jeans. Then Harry pulled him into a kiss. Ron twirled his raven hair in his fingers as he kissed Harry's chin. Harry slipped off Ron's pants. Now both of them only had on their boxers. Suddenly, Ron stopped. "Harry," he whispered in his friend's ear, "I'm not ready for anything else. Not yet."

"Ok. Sure." Harry smiled, he wasn't ready either. Harry wrapped his hand around Ron's ass and put the other one behind his back. Ron sat in Harry's criss-crossed lap and laid his legs over the side. Harry slowly kissed Ron's chest, neck, cheek and worked his way up to his lips. He brought him in for a last, long kiss before his watch beeped 12:00.

"Uh..." He was breathing heavily, "It's time for lunch."

"Oh...ok." Both boys slipped on their clothes and unlocked the door to head to lunch. "Oh no, Harry!"

"What, what is it?"

"Your lips!"

"What?"

"They're so red, they look like you've got lipstick on!"

"Oh crap, yours too."

Both boys threw their hands over their lips and walked into the dining hall just as lunch started. "Hi, Hermione." Ron breathed as they sat down. All three of them tossed food onto their plates, but Ron and Harry shoveled it down, while Hermione ate daintily. "So, what did you guy's do during your break?"

"Uh…" Ron was unsure of what to say, until Harry broke in while kicking Ron in the shins.

"We went and talked to Hagrid."

"Mmm," she nodded her head and swallowed her drink, "What did he have to say?"

"Not much, really. He asked what we were up to and talked about Grawp."

Hermione nodded at Ron. She continued to eat long after the boys had finished, finally they got tired of waiting for her. "We're going to get our books and then head to Potions."

"Never seen you so eager to go to Potions." She gave them a questioning look.

"Yeah, well, Snape's not teaching it, is he?"

"No, I suppose you're right. Well, I'll see you in 15 minutes."

The boys went to their dorm and got their books, Harry grabbed the Half-Blood-Prince book. While he hated Snape for what he did, he couldn't pass Potions without it, and he didn't want to disappoint Slughorn's expectations. Ron gave Harry a quick kiss in the privacy of the dark room before they walked down the stairs and left the common room.

Potions went fairly well, and next was Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) with Professor Lupin. He smiled at Ron and Harry as the entered the classroom. "Hello boys, I'd like you two to sit up here for me." He pointed to a table near the front. "Why, sir?" Harry looked inquiringly at him. "Malfoy," was all Lupin had to say. The boys threw their books onto the desk and sat down. Hermione soon after joined them, gently setting her books down. "Hey, why are we at the front?"

"Slytherins," said Harry with a groan, pointing his thumb to the back of the room, where Malfoy sat, sneering.

"Oh, ok."

Of course, DADA went on without a hitch. Harry correctly answered questions like, "What does a correctly conjured Patronous do?" and "What is the strongest majic of all?"

Malfoy sniggered when Harry's hand shot up and he shouted out, "Love." But then, Lupin smiled and nodded his head, "Quite right you are, Harry." At this, Malfoy started to tease Harry and Ron again. Harry was starting to worry maybe Malfoy really did have a clue about what was going on.

After class, they went to the common room where Hermione studied while Harry and Ron groaned over a long essay assigned to them Slughorn on Love Potions. Harry wondered what Slughorn's obsession was with Love Potions, he'd been going on about them since the start of term. Harry took another glance at his watch, and noticed dinner would be on in about 20 minutes. "Ron, fancy a game of Wizard's Chess before dinner?"

"No!" Hermione snarled. "You two have got to finish your homework!"

Ron leaned over to whisper in Harry's ear, "Some things never change."

Harry nodded, but bent back over his essay and continued to write. He chewed on the tip of his quill for a moment while he thought.

"Harry…" Ron was sniggering, "Harry!"

"What? I'm trying to concentrate!"

"Harry, your tongue!"

"Not now, Ron." He smiled softly at his boyfriend.

"No, Harry, it's green! So are your teeth and lips!"

"What?"

"Yeah, go take a look." Ron pointed to a mirror across the room. Harry got up and walked between the giggling first years, but after he shot them a glance of pure hatred, they shut up or left. He opened his mouth and saw Ron was right.

"Oh, fuck! It must've been the ink on my quill. What will I do?"

"Come here," Hermione beckoned him over to her side. She stood up and pointed her wand at his mouth. "Jubio!" She sat back down and smiled. "There."

He walked back over to the mirror, his mouth looked spectacular. "Wow, where'd you learn that one?" He asked, while he prodded at his tongue.

"A book."

"Figures." Ron groaned.

Dinner had gone ok. The food was great, but Ginny kept batting her eyes at Harry. Ron didn't know whether to be protective of his boyfriend, or feel bad for his sister. He knew she would be crushed when she found out Harry had a guy. He decided to feel bad for her. "Ginny, how do you like sixth year?"

"A load of sh- I mean crap, if you ask me." She changed her word at Ron's stern face, "I just got done with O.W.L.s and now they're trying to prepare for next year's N.E.W.T.s!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Harry sighed, wishing he was back a year, with Dumbledore. He would even take Snape back. The only thing he would want different from last year is that he wanted to be with Ron. He loved Ron with all his heart and couldn't bear to lose him. Not after it took so long to get him. He smiled at Ron and squeezed his hand under the table at this thought. Ron smiled back.

After dinner, they raced up to their common room, to finish the essays and Hermione off their backs. Then they could wait for the common room to clear out and have a little fun. But, things didn't work out that way. The essays took forever to finish, and Harry ended up being too tired to do anything. Ron was a little aggravated, but had to admit, he was tired too. So, after they got up to their dorm, he took off everything but his boxers and slipped into bed with Harry.

Ron ruffled the dark hair in front of him and kissed the nape of Harry's neck while he wrapped an arm around Harry's waist. Harry grabbed his hand and their finger's laced.