Breath-Taking Chapter 2: Ron's Revelation

Just curious, did you guys like it in Neville's pov? It should be obvious who Neville will end up with!

Ron had returned from his Quiddich practice with a smile on his face. Even though Harry was mysteriously absent, Ron had played pretty well. He walked through the doorway, and saw something that scarred him for life…

Neville was practically straddling a naked girl! Short of taking Ginny to the Yule Ball, Ron had never known Neville to be a sexual creature of any sorts. He remembered how a second or two ago he had heard a strange moaning sound… Eew! Ron shook his wild red hair as if he was a wet dog. Of course, after Quiddich practice, he probably smelled like one! He'd need to take a shower, a cold shower. The girl was definitely not ugly, to say the least. No, this chick was no Millicent Bulestrode! But still, he did not want to see Neville do anything to the girl… He'd leave, and once they were done doing… whatever they were doing, he'd take a much-needed shower!

He said awkwardly, "Uhh… Umm… Aah…," he mumbled. "Sorry!" Ron exclaimed suddenly, preparing to run out.

"Stop!" He stared at Neville, who had by this time managed to wrap, nay, mummify, the girl in Harry's quilt, who was awake now; although she didn't open her eyes or speak, he heard her move around a little. Ron wrinkled his nose. He didn't want to know about the strange fantasies those pair had!

"This isn't what it looks like, Ron. I'm serious. But really, allow me to introduce you to this wonderful girl that you might know." The girl muttered,

"Please, Neville. I'm not ready for that yet." Neville sighed.

"I'm sorry; I'll explain to you later, ok?" The girl weakly protested. Ron narrowed his eyes; what was Neville doing to the girl?

Neville gulped. "I proudly present to you, the one, the only, the brave, the magnificent, the beautiful," he added in a taunting voice, "the wonderful Haaaarry Potter!" He shoved the petite girl and pulled the quilt, which unrolled from her body.

Ron was floored, too floored to realize the last two words out of Neville's mouth. His brain receded in the wake of another organ that, at times like this, did his thinking for him. He stared at the naked girl with a fully unobstructed view for the first time, and although Ron refused to admit this to anyone, he hoped it wasn't the last time. In several senses of the word, the girl was gorgeous. Her short black hair made her look almost like a guy, so it made her feminine features look even bigger. Ron stared at the girl's naked chest. For a 5'3" girl, she was big, with about a C-cup bust. Ron felt a not too unfamiliar stirring 'below the belt' as he stared at the girl's exquisite upper body anatomy.

The girl put her hands over her bare chest, and it was all he could do not to sigh in disappointment! The girl sounded sad as she pleaded,

"Don't look at me like that, Ron, please not like that!" She sounded like she was about to cry. Ron looked up at her face. Her sparkling green eyes were filled with sadness, and, was that fear? It was a look of wild fear, bordering on petrified. The eyes were familiar…

Neville sighed. "This might be hard to believe, Weasley, but this is Potter. Something happened to him." Ron snorted. How could this fine work of feminine flesh be Harry? All too easily, Ron saw, as Neville parted the girls' bangs, revealing a very thin, faint, all too familiar emblem of a lightning bolt scar.

"H-H-Harry?" Ron asked, mortified and embarrassed. He tried not to believe it, as he stared down at the small feminine form that was quivering with fear. Neville broke the tension with a loud sigh.

"I'm very sorry, Harry, Ron," he explained, nodding his head to each in turn, "but since you two know one another better, perhaps it would be less awkward… Besides, I have to meet with Luna now." Harry sighed, pleading Neville with his eyes.

"Please don't leave, Neville! It would make things more awkward because we know each other!" The unspoken message was clear; Harry was fearful that Ron would jump him or something. Ron bristled with righteous anger. How dare Harry think that he would succumb to lust! What lust? He had no lust! Ron tossed his head proudly, and then nodded his head vigorously, almost savagely, and with an equally savage grin declared,

"That sounds just fine to me, Longbottom!"

Ron gulped, and stared at the now very attractive Harry James Potter. When he talked to Harry, his voice naturally did what it did whenever he was around girls; he sounded deeper and more mature, with a hint of arrogance thrown in.

"Here Harry, let's get you some clothes." The naturally masculine 'I'll-take-care-of-my-girl' tough guy tone of voice did not escape Harry's notice.

"I'm a man, Ron! You know that, right?"

"Of course I do!" Ron said in that same voice.

Holding clothes in hand, Ron stared at Harry's chest again subconsciously. He just had to touch it! He just had to! Then, when he felt nothing when he did so, and he would, of course, feel nothing, he could truly admit that he felt nothing- for any of Harry, even Harry's round, curvy… Ron quickly steered his thoughts from those directions. Just one little touch… Ron positioned his arm so that when he walked past Harry, his hand would brush across Harry's breasts. (Harry was sitting on a bed facing outwards and Ron was walking to a dresser drawer ninety degrees from where Harry sat. When he walked toward the dresser drawer, his hand would brush across Harry's breasts, and hopefully, Ron thought, Harry's nipples.)

And so, Ron walked past Harry, set his hands at the perfect angle, and slowed down. As his hand went slowly across Harry's right breast, going over the nipple, he heard Harry's sharp intake of breath, which sent an arrow of heat to his groin. Then, as he continued walking, his hand went across her left breast. As it reached Harry's left nipple, Harry shuddered, and then grabbed Ron's hand. Ron wondered if Harry now saw him the same way he now saw Harry, as Harry took Ron's hand and put it up against her cheek. Ron had trouble, even in his mind, calling someone so effeminate a 'he,' someone so effeminate who was now smiling sweetly at him. Ron grinned, trying to lose himself in the moment, trying to forget that it was his best mate, his best formerly male mate, who now caused butterflies to nest in his stomach.

Harry smiled sweetly, and brought a slender leg closer to Ron. Ron breathed in and out deeply, trying to maintain a relative sense of calm. And then, Ron screamed. It was a scream both high and low at the same time. He clutched his groin in intense pain, and saw Harry leaning over him, looking both smug and concerned. When Harry leaned over him, she gave him an excellent view of her newly acquired- and excellently shaped- cleavage. He was just a man, Ron reasoned, he couldn't help it! Harry had been one up until a few days ago, why did she tantalize him like this? Ron licked his lips, only-half aware of what he was doing, and squirmed. When Harry saw this, she sat up again rather quickly.

"Sorry," Harry conceded, "I'm not used to being like," she, uh, he gestured at the sides of his chest, "this."

"That's ok," Ron said in that deep, mature 'masculine' voice of his, "to let you know, I didn't really mind!" Harry's eyes narrowed, and without mercy, she kicked him there again. Ron gasped in pain, with a look that asked Harry why he had turned into such a traitor. Had the former boy forgotten how much that hurt?

As if in answer to his question, Harry said to Ron, "I'm sorry; trust me, I know that it hurts, but if you go all weird on me, I will not hesitate to kick you for a third time."

"You know," Ron remarked, "you look cute when you're angry and cross your arms like that."

THWACK!

Ron grimaced, his eyes clouded with pain; this was going to be a long day.