Harry felt almost nothing but boredom around Cho. It was true, she was very pretty. But she was very dull. Outside of chatting about quidditch and where they were going to go, Harry had no real interest in listening to her. As they sat in Madame Puddifoots with their coffees, getting pink confetti sprinkled over them, Harry was wondering how Ron's quidditch practice was going. And as Roger Davies began kissing his girlfriend, Harry's mind swam with memories of Ron's lips. The way his skin felt against his own, the way he had moaned-

Harry quickly had to put that thought out if his mind as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. As he tried to hop back into conversation with Cho, and grew bored again, he just began counting the minutes to when he could return. He had a feeling Harry knew Ron was thinking about him too, but Ron was probably worried and anxious, not bored and impatient.

So Harry and Cho continued on, stopping into a few shops, and finally made their way back to Hogwarts. There was an awkward moment when they said goodbye where Harry was pretty sure Cho expected something from him, another date, maybe, or a kiss. But Harry would just as soon go on a date with Draco Malfoy than do either of those things. He went right to dinner where he found Ron sitting with the Gryffindor quidditch team, the twins, and Hermione. They all looked quite happy, and when Harry joined them he was immediately informed of Ron's ongoing success as Keeper.

"That's great!" He said with a grin, "I'm really glad."

Ron looked immensely pleased, turning a light shade of pink. He shared a quick smile with Harry before returning to conversation with his teammates, who were very confident about their match against Hufflepuff the following day.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione made quite a dent in their homework that night before retiring to bed. Ron hovered as he waited for Harry.

"I…sorry, Ron," Harry said quickly, "But I wanted to write a letter to Sirius really quick." When Ron's face fell he touched his hand and said, "I'll be right up, okay? I just haven't written in a while." He smiled reassuringly and Ron nodded then headed up.

Harry felt a twinge of guilt but he hadn't lied, he had to write to Sirius. In fact, he truthfully wanted to see Sirius. There was so much on his mind. But he knew that was next to impossible. So Harry wrote, carefully. Nothing about Ron, specifically, or the dreams. He briefly mentioned the date with Cho. Then he signed the letter and headed upstairs after tucking it into his bag.

Upstairs was quite a fiasco. Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were all sitting in the corner near a window, laughing loudly. There was a collection of candy and sweets amongst them, and two bright red bottles of Firewhisky. One seemed nearly drained. Neville was very red in the face.

"Harry!" Seamus called to Harry's surprise, Seamus had barely spoken to him all year, "Look what Ron nicked, come have a d..*hic*..drink!" He was standing, waving a bottle around.

Harry walked over carefully. Ron smiled at him and offered the other bottle.

"We thought we deserved a bit of relaxation," he explained, "Fifth year, you know." His smile faltered as he waited for Harry's reaction.

Then Harry shrugged and smiled. A break sounded nice. "Alright," he said, "Hand it over." He snagged the bottle from Ron and sat down, 'accidentally' brushing against Ron's arm as he did. He took a large swig of the whisky, coughing as the spicy liquid went down his throat.

The next couple hours were rather enjoyable. They all shared stories, jokes, bashed the Hufflepuff quidditch team. Somewhere around midnight, Neville, who had grown sloppier and more slurry than the others, suddenly started snoring. Dean and Seamus were a bit of a mess themselves, but concluded it wad probably time for bed, and they helped each other carry Neville to his bed amidst smatters of sniggering.

"Make sure you put him on his side," Ron told them. He turned back to Harry as he took another drink. He glanced at the bottle then offered it to Harry. "Last of it?" he asked.

Harry shrugged and polished it off. He felt pleasantly bubbly and light headed. They sat quietly, listening to Neville snore loudly and Dean and Seamus climb into their own beds. Once they heard 3 sets of heavy breathing, Harry and Ron stood and made their way to Ron's bed. Harry had a blurry thought and pulled the hangings of his own bed shut before he joined Ron, sitting in his lap facing him, before pulling the curtains closed.

"Had a good day then?" Harry asked quietly, sliding his hands up Ron's shirt and enjoying the expression on Ron's face as he did so.

"Mmhmm," Ron sighed, closing his eyes, "And…how was your date?"

Harry sighed back. He wanted to play the game, to be aggressive, to say something that would leave Ron wondering, wanting more. But he really just wanted to tell the truth. He wanted Ron's day to end well. Ron deserved something good.

So Harry leaned forward and kissed him softly, as he slowly started to unbutton Ron's shirt. He trailed gentle kisses along Ron's jaw and then whispered in his ear,

"I thought about you. The whole time."

"Really?" Ron whispered back, shimmying out of his shirt, he sat up, pushing Harry up with him, and sliding his hands up Harry's back under his shirt. "What were you thinking?" he whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry smiled at Ron's sudden display of brazenness. But he wasn't about to give up his control just yet. He grabbed the back of Ron's hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. He leaned forward and bit Ron just below the ear, feeling Ron shiver slightly he said,

"About your body. Your lips." He began sucking on the sensitive spot, Ron moaned quietly. "And that. That sounds you make when I make you feel good." Harry pulled away and saw a red spot where he had been sucking. He ran his thumb over it. "I could listen to that all day."

"Maybe you should," Ron murmured. Harry let go of Ron's hair and let Ron kiss him. "We could do this all day."

"Oh yeah?" Harry asked, he pushed Ron onto the bed, "Think you could handle it?" he trailed kisses down Ron's chest and stomach, stopping at the waistband of his pants and looking up, Ron was smiling back at him.

"I think so," he whispered, "Could you?"

"Oh yes," Harry replied, starting to pull Ron's pants off, once they were off he straddled Ron's legs and looked down, enjoying the sight of Ron's naked body. He sighed happily. "I could spend ages with you."

"Kiss me," Ron told him.

Harry smirked and tilted his head. "Are you ordering me?" He asked playfully. He still felt very buzzed, and it was making him weak to everything Ron was saying, but he still wanted to be the one in charge.

"Maybe," Ron replied, "Or I could beg if you want…"

"Hmm…" Harry feigned thinking for a moment, then he looked down and trailed a finger from the base of Ron's cock to the tip, smiling when it twitched in response and he heard Ron let out a small gasp. "Go on, then. Beg."

"Please," Ron whined quietly, "Please kiss me."

"Is that all you want?" Harry crooned, starting to stroke him slowly, "Just a kiss?" as Ron moaned quietly in response, Harry laughed softly, "I think you want something else."

Harry stopped and leaned down to whisper in Ron's ear,

"Because I think…I think you want me to fuck you."

He felt Ron's entire body go tense. Harry paused. He knew the Firewhisky was making them both loose and braver than usual. But he didn't want to make Ron feel like he had to say yes to something he didn't want to. But he also really, really wanted Ron to say yes. He started kissing Ron again, and bit him gently on the lip before moving to his neck. He shifted his weight and reached his hand up to his own mouth and sucked on two of his fingers before reaching back down. As he sucked on the same spot on Ron's neck as his fingers searched, then found the spot he was looking for.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Ron?" He whispered, listening to Ron's ragged breathing. His slowly used one finger to tease the entrance of Ron's tight ass hole. Ron shivered slightly, then nodded slowly.

"Say it," Harry growled, a slightly animalistic feeling growing inside him, "Fucking say it."

"Fuck me," Ron whispered shakily, his hands were gripping into Harry's back now, trembling.

That was all Harry needed to hear, he shoved his finger deep as he put his mouth to Ron's to muffle the loud gasp that had escaped. He felt Ron's nails dug deep into Harry's back. Harry pulled back and whispered quickly,

"Are you okay?"

Ron nodded, his eyes closed tightly. Harry slowly moved his finger in and out, Ron's breathing quickened, little whimpers emitting. Harry kissed his jaw and added a second finger, moving then both faster. When Ron suddenly moaned he felt egged on and plunged deeply.

"Oh fuck," Ron groaned, "Yes…don't stop…please…please…" His nails were digging even deeper into Harry's back.

Harry didn't need to hear anymore. He sat up and pulled his own pants down his hips. Ron opened his eyes, his chest heaving up and down. Harry positioned the tip of his own hard cock at Ron's entrance, and locked eyes with Ron as he pushed himself inside.

"Fuck," he growled. Everything inside him seemed to be on fire as he thrusted. His brain was completely empty aside from his own pleasure. He heard Ron moaning, trying to be quiet. He opened his eyes. Ron was clutching the blanket, his back arched.

It then occurred to Harry that they were not exactly in a room of their own.

"Shh," he said quietly, putting one hand on Ron's chest. Ron bit his lip as Harry slowed his thrusts, which was not easy. He listened for a moment then when he heard three sets of heavy breathing, he leaned forward and covered Ron's mouth. "I'm going to go hard, okay?" Ron nodded.

Keeping his hand over Ron's mouth he plunged deep inside him, it took all of his own self control to not moan himself. He leaned forward and whispered,

"You're doing so good. Just keep taking it, love."

Ron closed his eyes and whimpered against Harry's hand. Harry soon felt something wet on his stomach and chest, he grinned as he felt Ron's body suddenly relax beneath him. He sat up and groaned, giving one final thrust before he let go himself.

"Fuck," Ron whispered, closing his eyes. Harry collapsed next to him.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Ron said quickly, turning to face him, "Well, it did kind of, at first." He paused, "But…in a good way."

"You like it when it hurts," Harry said with a laugh. He grabbed Ron's discarded shirt and wiped off his stomach and chest. He tossed the shirt aside then laid back down, eyeing Ron he lifted up his arm, Ron took the invitation and laid his head on Harry's chest.

"I guess I do," Ron murmured. They lay silently for a moment. "Harry?"

"Mm?" Harry replied, his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth.

"Please don't ever stop calling me…that."

Harry had to think for a moment, then it hit him. He smiled, then tilted to kiss Ron on top of the head.

"Okay, love," he whispered.