The Reasons
Chapter Three

This seriously cannot be happening. "Shit!" Harry practically leaps off of me and falls comically to the ground while trying to cover himself. With what, I don't know. He's on his own. I've grabbed hold of one of the pillows and have it situated over my now limp cock. Hey, if you saw Severus Snape standing in your door way, you'd quickly lose your boner too.

"Severus- please control your son- oh my! Sweet Merlin!" Hermione Snape gasped as she covered to pairs of little eyes from view. Both boys squirmed in their mother's grasp as she stared open mouthed in shock as Harry who scrambled back onto the couch and tried to hide in my shoulder. It really wasn't working. I'm not quiet sure what to do. I've never had one of my best friends/ex-girlfriend and her husband/old teacher walk in on me after I had just finished having sex with my other best friend who also happens to be male. I don't think this has ever happened to Harry either.

"We should go get changed now," I state loudly after a few seconds, jumping off the couch while grabbing Harry's hand and dashing towards my bedroom and out of site. I pressed my back up against the door and sighed. Today was not going the way I envisioned at all. Of course, the sex and stuff was brilliant but the whole pulling the zipper up too fast and people walking in on us after we had finished a pretty damn good shag was not very nice at all.

"Ron, my suit is in my room," Harry stated after a few seconds. I nodded and jumped across my bed to the closet.

"I'll get changed really quick then get your suit. I'm sure my sister can forgive us for being a smidgen late," I say, pulling up my boxers and my dress shirt. Harry nodded and laid back down on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"Next time, we gotta put wards up or something. Honestly, barging into a person's apartment. What were they thinking, not knocking," Harry groused as he looked over at me. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled on my pants, carefully and slowly pulling up the zipper before pulling on my socks and nice shoes quickly.

"They did knock mate. You were just so enthralled you didn't notice," I stated with a cheeky smile. Harry gave a laugh and propped himself up on his elbows.

"And you weren't?" he asked. I smiled as I began to fumble with my tie.

"I heard it, didn't I?" He smirked and jerked me towards him so that I lost balance and almost fell on top of him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my neck, causing me to gasp and practically melt at the contact. "Harry, we can't," I groan as I pulled away.

"Later."

I smiled and shook my head while walking to the door. "You are a sex maniac, Harry." He laughed at that and smiled. "I'll be back in a second."

Twenty minuets and thirty-six seconds later, both Harry and I are dressed and ready to leave. Not that being quick didn't make any difference. Hermione won't speak to either Harry or I. She has to communicate to us through Snape who is not pleased. But I think that his son Matthew pulling on his hair is adding to his annoyance also. We apparate from our apartment to the Malfoy manor where the reception is being held. "Right then, I suppose I should go see my sister," I state, pulling at my fingers, feeling my face growing hot under Hermione's angry glare. This is going to be a tough night, I can tell.

I start to walk away when Harry grabs my sleeve, stopping me in my tracks. His green eyes are begging me to stay with him, to not leave him alone with the Snapes. "Find Remus, he should be around here with Sirius somewhere." He nods but doesn't let go. I sigh, giving him a small smile. Would it be okay to kiss him? Just to sort of relax him? I debate this in my mind, standing there looking at him as I bite my lip. I'm confused at what do. Usually I would just pat him on the back and give him a smile. Usually that would be enough but does he expect more now that we're- wait, JUST WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE?

"Ron!" Hermione snaps, her hand rubbing her swollen belly. A third Snape is on the way. It should be illegal to breed with the overgrown bat. I look at her, expecting her to have grown fangs and ready to bite my head off. Snape puts his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them in a slow relaxing motion which makes Hermione close her eyes and coo.

"You should go find the littlest Weasely, Ronald," Snape states with a quirk of a grin. Matthew and Sloane run around their parent's legs, Matthew's pudgy little legs carrying him as fast as they can away from his older brothers grasp. I nod and quickly peck Harry on the lips, not thinking before rushing off so I don't have to put up with the mother to be.

I find my younger sister with Luna and mother, chatting away; making sure everything is ready for the rehearsal dinner. I can't help the smile that graces my lips at the sight of my baby sister, all grown up and beautiful, her cheeks rosy and her smile bright. Its times like these that I find myself wondering when did the time fly by? My baby sister was getting married. A sudden wave of sadness sweeps over me as I think back to times when I believed I would be where Malfoy was right now, with Hermione as my bride. I sigh and look back, my eyes searching the crowds. I find Harry grinning, talking with his godfather and old professor. And then I remember the past few hours I spent with him.

Fuck.

"Ronald! Come over here and give your old mother a hug!" I turn around, smile firmly in place, arms open, ready to embrace. She smiles and her arms wrap around my waist, her head resting against my chest. Years ago it was the opposite.

"How are you mum? Are you doing okay? You're back's not giving you anymore trouble is it?" I can't help but be concerned for my mum. She had a good scare a few weeks ago when she was trying to carry something heavy down the stairs from the attic. She ended up tripping over something and falling down two flights before Dad got to her. She only got out of St. Mungo's two weeks ago.

"Of course I'm okay! I'm feeling younger than I have in years!" She gave a delighted chuckle and looked about the crowd. "My dear Harry is here, isn't he?" I nod and point him out to mum. "How is he doing, he's not seeing that retched Mandy woman he took to seeing a few weeks ago is he?" I shake my head and place my head on the small of my mother's back, guiding her towards Harry. I'm not sure how to broach the topic of Harry's relationships, mainly because I'm not quiet sure what relationship we're in.

How do you tell your own mum that you had mind blowing, ass numbing sex with your best mate and then ask her what to do because you don't know exactly where you are in each other's standing? You have no clue? Good. I'm not alone.

We walk through the crowds who part and say hi with friendly or fake smiles on their faces. "Mum, I've got a problem," I start, my gaze fixed on Harry who we're closing in on. By that I mean we're still far enough away so that he won't hear what I'm saying.

"What is it, love?"

"Well, it's this guy." I pause, hoping she'll catch my drift that this isn't just any guy. "We're friends right, like best mates and recently, we started doing more than just friends things together." She nodded stopping and turning to look at me. "I mean we haven't you know, but we've… well you know." Fuck, could this get anymore embarrassing? Maybe I should ask Fred and George about this instead. After all it's no secret that my two older brothers can be a bit incestuous. No, they'd make it public, they have no tact. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. "Mum, I really like him and I think he likes me the same way but he's also been known two well, have a lot of notches in his bed post."

"We're talking about Harry, aren't we?" I can practically feel my eyeballs pop out of my head. Is it that obvious who I was talking about? Well, I did say guy but come on, mum's known I've been gay since she caught me wanking to a picture of the MALE captain of the Chuddley Cannons. I look around, wondering if anyone's been listening into our conversation. I don't think anybody has.

"Mum, can we not say his name?" She sighs nodding. "It's just confusing as all." Again she nods, taking my hand in hers as she resumes walking towards Harry.

"Well, the only advice I can give you is this. Sit down and talk to him Ron, before you get in to deep. You don't want to go all the way with him before you find out if he's serious about you or if you're just another notch in the bedpost for him." Fuck. Too late mum. Way too late. My bum gave a shot of pain and I cringed. Thankfully that was the only body part that wasn't feeling so great. It seemed Harry had some magical healing saliva or something because my dick was feeling just fine.

Harry's smile grew when he noticed mum and I coming closer to him. I couldn't help but smile to. Would anyone notice? Would they notice the secret smiles, the stolen glances or kisses that would take place within the next two hours? Staring at him, I realize don't really give a flying fuck is someone noticed. Remus and Sirius are smiling happily, both holding glasses of wine as they look at both Harry and I. I guess I'm not the only one asking for advice.

I place myself sort of behind Harry, at his shoulder but next to him at the same time. He reaches back, his hand grasping mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. From the look of our elders who are surrounding us, they've noticed it too. I note the content smile on Harry's lips as he takes a sip of his wine and can't help but smile to.

"Thank you all for coming to our wedding rehearsal!" Draco's voice booms over us, causing the wine in our glasses to ripple at the vibration. Harry and I turn around to look at them, my little sister resting up against him, her fingers playing with the lapel of his jacket. I can practically feel Harry swallow the spit in his mouth as he leans back against me. I grip his shoulders, massaging them as I had seen Snape do the same to Mione. I spot them towards the front of the group, Snape trying to keep Matthew in his lap while Sloane sits at attention next to his mother. Harry's shoulders relax and he looks back and gives a small smile.

"If we could just head down to the gardens outside that would be spectacular. We want to do this as quick as possible. No doubt everyone is starving." Chuckles ripple through out the group. Draco and Ginny lead the way as the Weasely and Malfoy clan fallow along with friends of the couple.

"We're in for a long night," Sirius sighs, gulping down the rest of his wine before placing it on the table. Remus fallows suit, patting Sirius on the back as he nods.

"I'll agree to that."

My back hits the door before it's fully closed. Fuck, the knob skids against my side. Harry's hands are on me, pushing my jacket off my shoulders. I pull at my tie while pushing at Harry's jacket before pulling his lips to mine. Fuck he tastes so good. I can't help myself. I thrust my leg up against his groin. He groans loudly and rubs against my leg in response. The ties are off and the shirts fallow, joining our jackets on the ground. The closet is dark but I can see him, his skin pale and flawless.

It's my turn now. This time, I'll make him writhe in pleasure. This time I'll be the one slamming into his prostate repeatedly as he cries out in pleasure and agony. Fuck, just the thought of it has gotten be hard. I grab his shoulders and swing us around, slamming his back up against the door. Kiss again, his tongue is shoved in my mouth and I wonder how I have enough room for both his and my own. He tastes of wine, his breath sweet and hot. He'll make me go mad with his taste.

I can't get his damn pants off fast enough. What is this? Do I need a fucking key to get this off? Has he suddenly decided to wear a bloody chastity belt? THIS IS NOT FUCKING ROBIN HOOD: MEN IN TIGHTS! "Ron! I need you." Panting in my ear. Need me- hold on a god damn minuet. If you weren't wearing such a bloody confusing belt, you're pants would be off and I'd be slamming you into oblivion! I growl and reach for my jacket as I grab my wand. One little spell and the belt flies across the tiny space of the closet. Undo the button, unzip the zipper and their off in two seconds time! NEW RECORD!

"Ron put it in me! Put your big thick cock in me!" Talking dirty. Okay. I like that. I fumble with my belt and find I can't get it off. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME! Harry grabs at my wand which I had dropped on the floor and my belt is off at the other side of the closet. Pants dropped, cock out and ready to rock. Harry turns around and sticks his ass out.

"Ready?" Do I really need to ask? I slam into him.

"YES! OH SWEET MERLIN YES!" He's perfect. Tight, wet, and clinging to me as I pull in and out. I think my penis has found a new home. I'm going to regret having to take him out when it's all over. Harry presses back against me, doing just about as much work as I am.

"Touch me Ron, please-uhn!" As you wish. I reach around, gripping his penis in my hand, rubbing the head with my thumb before falling into the rhythm of moving my palm up and down. My other hand finds one nipple and I pull out it. "More Ron! I want more!" As you wish. Pull out and push him down so that his back is resting on the carpeted floor. Push his thighs back to his chest, his ass coming up off the ground, meeting my cock half way before I thrust back into him. This must be heaven I'm in. If it's hell I really could care less.

"You love my cock, don't you?" He nods his head which has sort of been thrown back in ecstasy. "You love it when I pound into you." He moans his head thrown to the side now. Pull all the way out and thrust back all the way in, as far as I can go. "Mine." Did I just say that?

"Yours! Only yours! Uhhn!" Yep. I said it. Sit back on my heels and bring him up with me, my hands holding his cheeks, my lips smashing against his, his legs wrapped around my waist. Fall back onto my back and Harry picks up pace, still kissing me. I grip his cock in my hand and pull him off towards climax. Just as he shoots his load, the door to the closet opens and my head which had been rest against it hits the floor with a bang.

"Dammit! Why can't I get some damned privacy any more?" I yell angrily, cringing at the burst of pain from the back of my skull. A chuckle sounds above me. I open my eyes.

"Well for starters, you could not have hot gay monkey butt sex in the hallway closet after our sisters wedding rehearsal. Right Fred?"

"Exactly George! Dinner hasn't even started yet Ronnie!" The twins smile down at us and they're not the only one staring. It's when I hear my younger sister yell in rage that I groan, sit up, and close the closet door behind us.