Chapter Thirty Eight

Dwelling On Dreams

Harry walked back and forth in front of the wall three times while Ron looked on. Completing the third pass the wall glowed and a door appeared. Ron pushed Harry into the room kissing his lips with great force. It had been a great day, they had won the Quidditch match and Ron got his wish. Draco had made a fool of himself. Never breaking the kiss they started to undress each other. Soon all their clothes sat thrown about the room and the boys fell to the soft bed. Ron rolled over taking Harry with him so he could be on the top. Reaching between them Ron worked his rod until it was leaking. Placing it between Harry's legs he gently rubbed the area until he knew it was time. Bracing himself he pushed in until he was buried to the hilt. Leaning forward he kissed and licked Harry's lips. Harry had started to raise and lower his hips, moaning gently. Ron soon joined in the efforts keeping a gentle seesawing motion between them. Soon they were both moaning lost in each other. They never realized that in their dash to get to each other they never properly closed the door. Someone had snuck in without them ever hearing them. The figure slid into the corner hidden behind a decorative curtain. Watching the action between them an evil smile graced his face, but something else was happening to him in a lower region. Without really meaning to he pulled is robes aside and snaked his hand into his pants. Harry and Ron we going at it hot and heavy, he was right with them matching them stroke for stroke with his hand. Moments later he exploded into his hand not making a sound. He had learned to do this silently when he was at home, for fear of his father punishing him if he was caught doing it himself instead of having a girl do it. He preformed a wordless cleansing spell and fixed his clothes before they where done. Stepping out from behind the curtain he leaned against the wall with a smug look on his face. Waiting quietly for them to finish he enjoyed thoughts of the hell they would live starting tomorrow. Ron had pulled Harry's legs onto his shoulders and was pumping for all it was worth. Driving it home he groaned loudly as Harry's body tightens around him as they both went over the top. Lowering Harry to the bed they both rolled to their sides with Ron in the back. Harry heard a cough and knew it was not Ron, he would have felt it. Looking around his heart sank when his eyes settled on a very smug looking Malfoy. Ron noticed the change in Harry and looked up, also losing his heart to his stomach.

"Hope you enjoy your night, by this time tomorrow everyone will know Potty and the Weasel are a couple of bone thief's." He ran from the room, knowing they could not get dressed fast enough to catch him. Reaching the Slytherin Common Room he smiled to himself "Who was the fool now"

"Bloody Hell Harry, what are we going to do?"

"Well we have a few choices." he replied starting to get dressed.

"Not sure I want to hear them but go ahead mate"

"Well killing him is out of the question, so on to plan B."

"Plan B?"

"Yeah, we can either tell everyone before he does, or deal with it tomorrow."

"Maybe he won't tell." Ron mumbled.

"That is a wild dream. It does not do to dwell on dreams, we will have to deal with reality."

"I rather deal tomorrow just in case he doesn't tell."

"Fine, but I think your just stalling the inevitable."

"What do we say tomorrow when this comes out?"

"Are you ashamed of being with me, Ron?"

"Blimey Mate, I thought you knew me better then that." Ron looked away hurt.

"I do Ron, I just wanted to give you a way out." Harry walked over to him lifting his chin with a finger. Leaning forward he kissed Ron before looking him in the eyes.

"Then its decided..," Ron sighed "We go in with our heads up and our wands ready. If they don't like it they can go piss off."

Harry laughed. "Having our wands ready is what got us into this mess."

Harry hugged Ron and walked with him back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Heading straight for their beds they settled in. As they drifted off to sleep Harry had one last thought "Dream well Ron, Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a day."