I Can't Make You Love Me

The Dreams Begin

Ron's eyes slowly opened to see a dimly lit room filled with candles. Harry was finishing lighting candles around the bed Ron had been sleeping in. The bed was made with red silk sheets that felt like liquid against his skin. Harry wore a white collared shirt that was slightly unbuttoned to tempt Ron and black pants.

"This is a dream," Ron whispered.

"Does that really matter as long as it is a good dream?" Harry smiled slyly.

"You look so beautiful. . ." was all that Ron could get out.

"So do you." He gently crawled over the bed, closer to his best friend.

Ron felt his heart skip as Harry straddled him and began to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. He had seen his friend half-naked before, but this time he was undressing especially for Ron's own pleasure. He reached up and helped Harry take off the shirt. Ron just stared at the perfectly sculpted body and ran a hand over his lover's six-pack. Harry had become really fit from all that quidditch practice. . . He wasn't overly muscular, but still extremely hot all the same.

"You're trembling, Ron," Harry whispered and leaned in close enough for a kiss. "Is something wrong?"

The red-head didn't bother to answer. He wrapped his arms around Harry's body and pulled him into a passionate kiss while gently rolling him over so he was on top. . .

Harry woke up to a soft moan coming from the neighboring bed. He turned over to see Ron thrashing around under the sheets.

"Harry. . . Oh God! Harry!" he groaned into his pillow. Ron's breathing became more labored and fast. One hand gripped the edge of the bed while the other grabbed a hold of his hair.

Harry didn't know what to think of this fit Ron was having. Was it a sex-dream or a nightmare? He slowly pulled off his covers and went to see the red-haired wizard. "Ron?"

"Harry. . ." he said it in a very soothing tone.

"Ron?" Harry asked again, this time placing a hand on his friend's own.

Ron's eyes popped open. He sat up to look at Harry.

"You started to scare me, Ron. I thought you were having some kind of fit. . ."

"No, it was just a dream." Ron's ears went pink. "Nightmare."

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the one with all the nightmares," Harry winked. "Anything serious?"

"No . . . Not really. You can go back to bed, Harry. I'm fine."

Harry reluctantly took his hand off of Ron's and left him to retreat back into his four-poster.

Ron collapsed into his pillow. When he was sure Harry wasn't looking, a goofy smile stretched across his face. . . Even though he didn't have anything to compare it to that was the best sex Ron had ever had. He felt a little pathetic that a dream could make him feel this happy, but it was all he had for now. . .

"Ron?"

"Hm?"

"You're a little out of it. . . Like you just got laid or something. . . You didn't, did you?" Hermione gave him a sort of glare. She knew very well that Harry hadn't been in a daze like Ron that morning. Hermione was not about to let Ron run around on Harry . . . even though they weren't together yet.

Ron shook his head at Hermione. "I dreamt I did, though. And to be quite blunt about it: damn!"

It was Hermione's turn to shake her head.

AN: Okay so I lied. I couldn't make this chapter any bigger for some reason. . . Next will be better I promise! . . . This time I mean it. Really. --

A new character is appearing next chappy. All I will say is that it's a girl who could give Luna a run for her money in the weirdness department.

Thanx to all who reviewed and I hope you enjoy the next chappy!