Harry barely slept for a minute that night. He kept trying to push away a small voice he kept hearing inside his head, "I love you." Harry was not completely sure he knew what love felt like. He had, for a brief moment, had liked Cho. But love? Probably not. He knew family love, for his parents and Godfather. And Ron, he had always felt close to as a friend. He told Ron everything. But he also told Hermione everything. He had always felt affection for them. Fear, for the things they would inevitably deal with just for being his friend. Ron had been taken as his prized possession during the Triwizard Tournament. And he had felt completely lost when he hadn't been talking to him.

Harry had told Jim he loved him, twice. But why? Ron had said it first. And at the devastated look on his face when Harry didn't respond, Harry felt he had to say it. But he had also been scared to lose Ron. To lose everything Ron was giving him those days. The security. And the pure joy Ron seemed to exhibit afterwards made Harry feel good, that he could give Ron something.

But Harry thought of that weird feeling he had gotten when Ron had turned away from him that night. What had that feeling been? He had almost been angry, like Ron had briefly shut him out, and Harry hadn't liked that. Had he said 'I love you' simply to bring Ron back to them? Bit then Ron had said it back.

Harry sat up and put his glasses on. He stared across the room where Ron was sleeping soundly. Harry assumed the day had taken quite a bit out of him. He was clearly still in a fair amount of pain from his injuries. And had barely eaten. He had probably been exhausted. All Harry wanted to do was lay down with him. He glanced around the room and looked at his other sleeping roommates. Neville was snoring softly, Seamus was sleeping with his mouth open, and Dean's hangings were closed. Harry moved to get out of bed, then stopped. Ron was stirring. He sat back down, and soon Ron was opening his eyes. Harry waited. Ron rolled over in his bed then sat up and grabbed the cup of water off his nightstand. After setting it down he looked over at Harry and looked surprised.

"Hi," he said with a smile.

"Hi," Harry replied, and climbed out of bed and walked over, with another quick survey of the room, he sat down and closed the hangings around Ron's bed.

"Can't sleep?" Ron asked, taking a deep breath as he shifted around.

"No," admitted Harry, "Are you okay?"

"Not really," Ron said quietly, "It hurts."

"What does?" Harry asked, worried.

"Everything," Ron muttered, "My head, my arm, my leg. And I have practice tomorrow."

"Should you go?" Harry asked, "If you push too hard you might hurt yourself more."

"I have to," Ron said, rubbing his temples, "They can't play without a Keeper." He looked exhausted and pale.

"Lay down," Harry told him.

Ron looked up, a pained expression on his face. "Um," he said carefully, "I don't think I can…not tonight…I'm just…I hurt."

Harry tilted his head, confused, then with a pang he realized what Ron was talking about.

"No," Harry assured him, "Not that. That's okay. I wasn't going to…just lay down, alright? On your good side."

"Oh, okay," Ron replied, looking slightly surprised, he gingerly laid on his side, his back to Harry, "I'm sorry. I know you want to, but-"

"Stop," Harry murmured, he rested on his elbow, pulling his legs onto the bed, with his other hand he rubbed slow circles over Ron's back, "This is all I wanted."

"Oh," Ron breathed, he took a shaky breath and his body relaxed under Harry's hand.

"Shh," Harry whispered, "Just try to relax and go back to sleep. I'll be here until you do."

And he stayed, rubbing Ron's back, waiting until he heard deep breathing.

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Harry was pleased to see the next day that Ron seemed in less pain than the day before. In fact, after the bell dismissed them from History of Magic, Ron leaned over to him while they parted ways with Hermione and asked,

"Want to skive Divination?"

Harry glanced over and grinned.

"Sure," he replied, "Where do you want to go?"

"I have an idea."

About ten minutes later they were in the quidditch store room just off the quidditch pitch.

"Good idea," Harry whispered breathlessly against Ron's neck, it was dark but he had a feeling Ron was smiling, "You're doing better today, I see."

"Stop worrying about me," Ron replied, "And just don't stop…this…" His breath hitched on the last word as Harry slid his hand down and started groping through Ron's pants.

"This?" Harry asked quietly, kissing his neck.

Ron slipped out of his cloak and let it fall to the stone floor as a response, and started to remove Harry's. Harry obligingly let him slide his cloak off without removing his mouth from Ron's neck. He really enjoyed kissing Ron, but there was something about kissing, sucking, and biting Ron's neck that seemed to drive them both wild. Harry loved the sounds Ron made as he did, and feeling the warmth and vibrations against his lips, and leaving his mark where everyone could see. And Ron just appeared to be incredibly sensitive there, and always allowed Harry access to his neck and throat, tilting his head invitingly, shivering, trembling, and moaning at every kiss and bite.

As Harry felt Ron untuck his shirt and slide his hands up his back, gripping tightly, he bit him particularly hard as a fire grew inside his belly. Ron took a sharp breath and shuddered.

"Too hard?" Harry teased, kissing where he had bitten, enjoying the feeling of Ron's nails digging into his back.

"No," Ron moaned, "Don't stop."

Harry chuckled and whispered gruffly, "Turn around."

Ron did so, breathing heavily and resting his palms on the stone wall. Harry pushed himself against Ron's back and reached his hands around his waist to start undoing his belt, kissing Ron on the back of his neck, where he was particularly warm.

"Do you want me?" He whispered, pushing Ron's pants down.

Ron nodded wordlessly. Harry stopped for a moment, wondering if Ron was still in too much pain. However, it had been Ron's idea to bring him here.

"You sure?" He asked quietly, undoing his own belt.

"Yes," Ron responded.

"Good," Harry murmured, he pulled his own pants and underwear down.

He took a step closer and tugged Ron's underwear down, listening carefully for any outside noise, but only hearing Ron's breathing. He brought his hand up to his mouth and locked before lowering it to his election, hastily stroking himself before pushing against Ron's taut ass.

"Ready?" He murmured in Ron's ear, with one hand on his uninjured shoulder. After Ron nodded he guided the tip of his cock to Ron's entrance and thrust inside. Both of then swore sharply under their breath. It took everything inside Harry to maintain control of himself, as with each thrust he was ready to explode. He reached around Ron's waist and took his throbbing cock in his hand, stroking with the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Fuck," Ron whispered with a moan, pushing himself back into Harry as if to get even closer, to make Harry go deeper. It was only a few seconds later that he was shaking.

"Are you going to cum?" Harry growled in his ear, "Without asking?"

Ron let out a sound between a whimper and a moan.

"Not yet, love," Harry murmured, slowing his movements, "Be patient."

"Please," Ron moaned, still shaking.

"Not yet," Harry replied, kissing his shoulder, "You're doing so good." Harry felt himself getting close, but tried to stay controlled.

"Please," Ron breathed.

"Soon," Harry whispered, and bit him on the curve of his neck, thrusting as hard and deep as he could, and enjoying the cry that Ron let out as he did. "I just love hearing you beg."

"Please, Harry," Ron whimpered.

Harry was shaking now as well, especially with the way Ron had said his name. With another thrust he whispered, "Go ahead, love." He pulled out quickly as he heard Ron swearing under his breath. They both took a few moments to gather themselves before Harry searched for his wand and did a cleaning spell quickly. He glanced at his watch and saw with his relief they still had 30 minutes before their next class.

"Are you okay?" He asked Ron as he noticed him carefully pulling his pants back up.

"Yeah," Ron responded, but even in the dark Harry could see he was wincing. Harry stepped forward and did Ron's belt for him as he rested against the wall with his eyes closed.

"You're not," Harry told him.

"I'll be fine," Ron reassured him.

"Did I hurt you?" Harry asked, grabbing his and Ron's cloaks from the floor.

"No," Ron responded quietly, "'course not. Not in a bad way anyway."

Harry chuckled lightly as he pushed himself against Ron and kissed him. "You're amazing." He could feel heat rise in Ron's face. "Really."

"I'm not," Ron whispered, but allowing Harry to kiss him again.

"You are," Harry said.

"No," Ron argued, he grabbed the front of Harry's shirt and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, "You are. You're amazing. And perfect." Harry ate up his words greedily, smiling at them. "And," Ron added slyly, "You can make me feel so, so good."

"Oh yeah?" Harry murmured, "I think I got that from the way you were begging."

Ron shoved him playfully. "We better go," he said, "Before Hermione gets on our case."

Harry agreed and they left, careful to keep an eye out for anyone who could have been wandering the grounds.