a/n: Well it's time to start defining the relationship. And you know what that means? More hot scenes. Which is why this is rated R.

As much as they both hated the idea, they knew they couldn't continue their affections inside that night. They would tell everyone eventually, when they were more open to the idea, but now was not the time. Now, they were barely becoming open to the idea themselves.

They weren't entirely opposed to their new relationship though, with their snog sessions becoming longer and more alluring. To avoid questioning of their new adoration to stay in Ron's room on sunny days, they told everyone that they were studying for their NEWTs. Hermione would be back soon, and nobody would argue their intentions knowing how much she made them study.

Ron's room became steamy and Harry pulled away to catch his breath. They had been at it all day, but neither wanted to let go now. Ron smiled as his gaze caught in Harry's emerald eyes. Those eyes said everything that Harry's words could not express.

As Harry leaned in for another snog, the door knob turned. They sat up quickly on Ron's bed, placing books in their laps, just as the door creaked open. "Mum, said to take a break and come down stairs for lunch," said Ginny before looking up.

When she finally caught their flushed faces and sweaty palms, she blurted out her concern. "What were you two doing? You look like you just ran a mile, or played Quidditch against the Cannons."

Ron mumbled something inaudible to her; his face grew hot and his eyes turned red. It was not unlike her brother to get embarrassed over the simplest things and turn as red as his flaming hair, but she couldn't help but notice Harry's reaction. Harry couldn't look her in the eye.

Feeling Ginny's eyes burn into him, Harry knew he needed a cover story. Ron obviously wasn't going to be any help. Running choices through his head he uttered the first thought that met his lips, "I fell asleep, and this prat nudged me awake to hard and I fell off the bed. He seemed to think it was funny until I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the floor too. Sorry for making you think something was wrong."

She gave a questioning look in Ron's direction and with his over anxious nod she seemed to be satisfied with Harry's account. She gave a slight smirk and walked out the door. Before closing the door she added, "Don't forget to come downstairs before Mum drives me loony," and with that she was gone.

"Close call mate," Harry whispered in Ron's ear.

Giving him a short, sweet kiss, Ron just muttered, "Thanks."

They headed downstairs for lunch as they were told, their lips screaming to touch each other's again. Mrs. Weasley fussed over their pale faces as well and made them pile their plates with as much food as possible. Eating as much as they could without getting sick, they snuck out the back door before she could argue anymore.

They ran through the garden, beating a rough path towards the orchard. Once in the seclusion of the many trees, Harry pulled Ron in for a long, deep kiss. A few short teasing kisses later and Ron couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed Harry around the waist and pushed him against a nearby tree. He closed the gap between them and stood with one leg between Harry's, pushing his groin tight to Harry's hip.

Ron kissed his neck so softly as Harry ran his fingers through Ron's hair. Every slender touch of Ron's lips made Harry's body quiver as he gently pulled at Ron's tresses. Harry couldn't take it anymore, pulling Ron's head back slightly and leaned to nibble on Ron's own neck.

They pressed against each other more with every drop of passion flowing through their veins. Ron felt warmth and a prodding pressure on his hip which only further provoked his steamy advances. He felt his own trousers begin to tighten and only hoped Harry was enjoying it as much as he was.

Harry felt a tinge of embarrassment as his trousers began to tent, but it slipped out of his mind as Ron kissed him with such ferocious energy. It was mere minutes, maybe even seconds, before he felt a similar sensation penetrating from Ron as well. How far are we going to take this?

Harry hesitated a bit as he shifted and pulled away from Ron. He wanted to taste Ron's lips so much, but he was afraid things would go too far. He wasn't sure if he was ready for anything else Ron might offer. Ron sulked with obvious disappointment.

"Mate…Love," Harry started over, "I don't know if I'm ready."

"Ready for what? Snogging isn't anything new," Ron said with confusion in his voice.

Harry motioned to their tense, constricted trousers and Ron's eyes widened. He evidently hadn't realized the entire effect of their latest snog session. Sure he knew that there was noticeable constraint, but he hadn't realized the outcome that this situation might entail.

He eased his embrace of Harry and looked into his eyes. Taking a deep breath and lowering his eyes to the ground, he spoke softly, "I suppose we have some things to talk about then."

a/n: Mmmm…hot love scenes. I do love these boys! I can't wait for the next chapter, I'm enjoying writing this so much.