Chapter 7: When an Opportunity Dawns

After they successfully sneaked in the prefect's bathroom, Ron and Harry stood looking down in the tub. Were they going to bathe together?

"Do you mind…," asked Harry? Ron squeezed his hand into a fist. Of course he didn't mind. This was the main reason for wanting to bathe tonight. He leaned his head to the side and raised his shoulders to consent. Harry turned as Ron climbed into the bath, then he joined him, on the opposite ends of the tub. Ron leaned his head back on the side of the tub and closed his eyes. He didn't know what to say. This was the first time that he had taken a bath with Harry and he couldn't think of anything intelligible to say. The confrontation with Hermione was still foremost in his mind and he could tell that Harry wanted to talk about it for Harry's eyes kept darting his way in nervous glances. He sat up and looked at Harry.

"I meant what I said. She was wrong Harry," said Ron. Harry paused then moved toward Ron. Harry hadn't been thinking about this, but decided to respond anyway.

"I know what she did was wrong, but she made a mistake. We all make mistakes Ron." Ron closed his eyes in frustration and took a deep breathe. His mind wondered from the topic of Hermione to the uncomfortable tension there in the tub.

"Let's not talk about this right now, okay?" asked Ron. Ron pulled around to look up at Harry.

"Later then?" asked Harry. Ron nodded and reached for the soap. He saw that Harry gazed followed the soap as he lathered his blue sponge.

"Are you as uncomfortable as I am about this," asked Harry. Ron stopped and smiled.

"A little, but we have to get this over with, or we'll be caught be Filch." Harry saw the possibility of this, so he reached for his own sponge and started washing.

Ron was subconsciously washing his arm, but his thoughts were focused on Harry. He had never noticed how muscular he really was. His back muscles flexed in the dim light of the room. He watched the trails of water run down the length of his body, his neck, and then his chest. His body was beginning to heat. His breath caught in his throat as he observed Harry hands run through his hair.

Harry's eyes here closed but he knew that Ron watched him. It pleased him to know that the mere sight of him made Ron react this way. He lowered his body into the water, completely submerging himself, and when he came up moments later, it was to Ron standing very close to him. Ron stood slightly taller then him so he looked down on him. His gaze was piercing and demanding.

Harry opened his mouth to draw attention to the closeness, but his mouth was attacked hungrily by Ron's. He caught a small yell of shock in his throat, and his body tensed. Ron was kissing him and he actually liked it. Ron's tongue played between his lips, demanding him to open his, and he obeyed greedily. Their mouths were hot and wet. The water from his face dripped down the side of his face. He took no notice to this though. All his attention was focused on the domineering kiss between them; their first kiss. It felt so right. When he drew breathe, Ron took breathe too, but just as quickly feasted on his neck. This was going too fast. He couldn't handle it. He pulled away

"Let's slow down," whispered Harry. Ron opened his mouth to respond when a girly giggle reached his ears. They looked around and spotted Moaning Myrtle floating a few inches from the ground behind them. She covered her mouth to stifle her high-pitched giggles. They hurriedly pushed back from each other; their faces burned with embarrassment.

"I see you haven't given up spying on people Myrtle," said Harry angrily.

"And a good thing I didn't or I would have missed this midnight rendezvous." Smirked Myrtle. Her fingers twisted with the prospects of conniving destruction. Ron pulled pink bubbles toward him and sunk lower into the water.

"Ooh, are you two dating or something." Asked Myrtle as her smile was replaced with a grimace. She floated around to Ron and examined him from behind.

"You picked this over me," she screamed pointing at Ron's back, making angry attempts to poke him in his head, but only achieved the effect of sending icy chills through his body.

"Myrtle go away," yelled Harry, but this only made her angry and she started to scream even louder.

"I thought you liked me Harry, but now I see you do not. If you can't be with me then you can't be with him and I'm guessing Filch doesn't know about this little get together. I'll just go wake him up. I'm sure he would like to be here." She said all this very quickly

"No…!" yelled Harry and Ron together. But she ignored them and zoomed through the faucet. They could hear her as she screamed for Filch, eventually her voice disappeared. They looked at each other and they scrambled to get out of the bathroom before Filch could catch them. Harry checked to see that the coast was clear then they both hid under the invisibility cloak and raced to make it to their common room.

"We must catch them Mrs. Norris. It's our chance to throw these sneaky hooligans from the school at last," whispered Filch to his cat. He passed just behind Harry and Ron as they climbed the stairs to the eighth floor. They go unnoticed though, and they proceeded to theircommon room. When they are just outside there common room Harry pulled the cloak off and gave the password to the sleepy Fat Lady. They clambered through the door and then run upstairs to the dormitory.

"That was close," whispered Ron as he pulled on his pajamas. Harry nodded and got into bed. Ron sat on Harry bed and smiled down at him. "It was worth it though." He added. Harry looked around at the other boys to make sure that they were fast asleep.

"Yeah, it was…" whispered Harry. He sat up a little and kissed Ron on the cheek and then the lips. Neville snorted from across the room, making them both jump. They laughed quietly to themselves.

"Night" said Harry to Ron who climbed into bed.

"Night" said Ron.

Ron turned onto his side and closed his eyes. His stomach ached with impatience of the missed opportunity. He couldn't believe that he had kissed Harry, and odder than that was that Harry let him. Harry did pull away though, he thought. He knew that he has moved pretty fast for the both of them, but he couldn't control what he had as he had stood there and watched him completely naked and radiating. He reached into his pants and felt the erection that was still there, ever present since the kiss. He had to relieve himself. He stroked himself as he imagined how Harry's erection felt against him. With each stroke the pressure lessened. He moaned to himself as he came. Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.