Ch. 5

Best Mated, A Means to an End

Ron sat staring into the fire with his arms crossed in front of him for a long while. His mind tried to work over Hermione's exclamation, but his thoughts kept drifting to the pleasant dream he had while he slept underneath the tree by the lake that afternoon.

The common room began to fill with students all whispering excitedly to each other, but Ron was too lost in his own world to figure out what they were going on about. He sank back in his chair and tried to focus on the problem he desperately needed to solve.

Maybe Hermione was right and he should just be a man and confront Harry about his feelings. Ron shook his head to this idea. He just had to get over this! These were feelings he should not be having about Harry! They were running way out of control…

Soon the common room was very crowded and busy with students. The noise was too much for Ron to bear any longer, so he slid out of his chair and headed up the stairs to the dorm room. Ron stepped through the doorway and came to an abrupt halt at the sight before him.

Harry lay on his back on Ron's bed, with Ron's Quidditch Through the Ages book propped up on his chest, his fingers wrapped tightly around the edges. The gray tee-shirt he wore had gathered up a bit, revealing the creamy white skin of his stomach. The cut of his jeans was low, hugging his hips just below the waist in a loose fashion; the button looking like it was unsnapped for comfort. Smooth bare feet poked out from beneath the trouser cuffs, crossed primly at the ankles, toes wiggling.

Without thinking, Ron placed locking and silencing charms on the door. Then he took long, quiet but quick strides across to his bed, shedding himself of his robes and tie on the way. In a quick maneuver, he straddled Harry's hips, took the book out of his hands and tossed it on the floor.

"Ron! What the…" But Harry could not finish because Ron's wet, hot mouth was pressing against his own, his tongue searching frantically for Harry's. After the initial shock, Harry graciously slid his own tongue against Ron's, slowing the kiss down so they could each savor the other's taste.

Ron pushed Harry's shirt up further and stroked his chest down to the band of his jeans. Harry was left gasping for air as Ron abruptly pulled away and bent his head down to begin to kiss, lick and nibble the exposed flesh.

"Ron, I…" A low growl came from the back of the redhead's throat as he whipped his head up and covered Harry's traitorous mouth in a rough kiss. After a few moments when Ron felt Harry was not going to speak again, he pulled himself away and sat up.

Pointing his wand at the panting raven-haired boy, Ron uttered an incantation and suddenly Harry's clothes were gone. The freckled boy then turned the wand to himself and did the same spell before setting his wand next to Harry's glasses on the bedside table.

Looking down at Harry's naked body in satisfaction, Ron once again began his trail of kissing and licking down Harry's chest and stomach. Keeping up his ministrations, he kept his eyes trained to Harry's with a look that dared the dark-haired wizard to speak. However, Harry just closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting out soft sighs and low moans at the pleasurable feelings shooting through his veins.

When Ron ran his tongue up his inner thigh, Harry's eyes popped back open.

"Maybe we shouldn't…" Harry stammered, although he knew he didn't really want to stop now.

Again Ron growled and sat up to stare down at Harry. Harry opened his mouth to speak again, but Ron pressed his fingers to his friend's lips.

"Lately I've been thinking that you talk too much," Ron scolded. "Let's see if we can find a better use of that mouth besides talking." He shifted his position above Harry. "I'm going to show you how to perform my favorite number."

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Meanwhile, there was a sudden hush in the common room as all the students looked at each other confused. The quiet was broken suddenly by Hermione jumping up and squealing,

"Thank the Lord! Now we can get out of this bloody story!"

The rest of the students' heads sagged in disappointment.

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A while later, Harry was woken up by Ron's nudges.

"Come on, it's time for dinner. I don't know about you, but I'm starving!" Ron jumped out of the bed, leaving Harry cold on one side. Groaning, Harry turned over away from the redhead.

"I said let's go!" Ron ordered laying a smart slap on Harry's bum.

"Ow! Okay, okay!" Harry grumbled and pulled himself into a sitting position just as Ron threw his clothes at him. "Can't you just charm them back on for me?"

"I only taught myself how to remove them," Ron grinned wickedly. "Now get that hot little arse in gear before I have to smack it again."

Sighing, Harry turned to see that Ron was already dressed and standing near the door, his arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. Harry shook his head and let out a giggle as he began to dress himself.

"You're almost as commanding as Malfoy," Harry said, tying his shoes.

"What?" Ron dropped his arms and balled his hands into fists.

Harry grimaced and focused on his shoe laces, realizing his mistake. "No…Nothing," he claimed quickly.

Ron said nothing, only glared at Harry as he finished tying up his shoes and sheepishly hurried over to the door. Ron pushed Harry not-so-playfully through the doorway and towards the stairs.

"Malfoy," Ron snarled to himself before following Harry down to dinner.

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For the most part, the students' lust for Harry had faded away. (There were a few that were still harboring confusing and potent affections for the dark-haired, emerald-eyed wizard, but that was to be expected.) So it seemed student life was settling back to normal.

Therefore, Hermione was completely frustrated and could not understand why the story hadn't ended yet. What she didn't know was that Harry and Ron had taken to sharing a bed every night and that the desire for each other had not died off after that first good romp.

Several weeks had gone by and Harry had been thoroughly distracted long enough. He woke one morning with a burning feeling in the pit of his stomach as an emotion he hadn't felt for a long while began to resurface. His eyes grew dark and his heart weighed heavy in his chest as he realized Ron had an early detention and wasn't next to him.

In the Great Hall students were assembling for breakfast. At the head table, Headmaster Dumbledore abruptly stopped his chuckling at Professor Flitwick's joke and sat up straight in his chair. Clearing his throat loudly to get all the hall's attention, he stood and began an impromptu speech.

"It seems our own young Mr. Potter has recalled his past afflictions of angst. Please raise your goblets to toast for the distractions Harry needs." He waved a hand carefully over his drink and then towards the other tables. A goblet of red-colored liquid appeared in front of all the students. A hushed murmur ran across the hall, but after a moment, the students took up their goblets and gulped the contents down.

"Ugh! Fruit punch! I hate fruit punch," Hermione said, setting her glass down without even taking a drink.

Just then, Harry entered the hall, scowling. All heads swiveled to look in his direction. All lips curled into a predatory grin. All eyes were glinting with hungry lust. Well, all except Hermione, who did not drink the 'spiked' fruit punch. She just groaned and muttered,

"Not again…" before getting up and pulling Harry away from the swarming mob.

Professor McGonagall looked over at the headmaster with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning the students strange behavior. Dumbledore shrugged and said with a sparkle in his eye,

"There's just something about Harry…"

Wait! It's not over yet! There's a fun Epilogue coming up next…