Previously:

Seeing his friend frown, Ron knew Harry needed a break, just time to collect his thoughts, so before Hermione could start reading again he interrupted.

"Can we break for lunch? I'm starving."

"Of course, sweetheart." Molly replied.

Knowing what Ron had done, he gave his friend a small smile.

"Let's take a break and eat, then we can continue with the book." Albus said.

With that the three house elves popped away, probably to collect the food from the kitchens as the group broke apart.

Harry gave a sigh of relief, he squeezed Severus' hand before releasing it, making a beeline for his friends.

Now:

Harry walked towards Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, and the twins when his chest suddenly felt tight. He couldn't catch his breath.

This was all too much, he couldn't do this.

Ron saw Harry beginning to panic; he rushed over gripping Harry's shoulder tightly.

"It's okay, Harry. You're in the Room of Requirement. You aren't there."

Despite Ron's reassuring words, memories flooded Harry's mind, violent snippets of the life he lived before Hogwarts.

His uncle's violet face screaming at him.

His huge fist raised.

The crack of the belt as it split his flesh.

His screams.

Tears.

Pleas.

"Make it stop…" Harry hissed.

Ron could feel Harry's shoulder trembling violently beneath his hand. He spun around, looking for somewhere quiet to take Harry until it passed. He spotted the room Harry and Severus had emerged from and quickly herded his friend towards it.

Harry took shuffling steps, his knees threatening to give out beneath him but nobody seemed to notice.

As they entered the room and the door sealed behind them, all the noise faded with it.

All Harry could hear was his own rasping breath, all he could feel was the frantic beating of his heart.

And then he felt it.

The hand pressing his chest back and then the slow thudding of another heart.

Ron's.

Harry whirled burying his face in Ron's warm chest, breathing in the scent of fire smoke and treacle tart. He smelt of home, of warmth and love, things Harry had never felt before Hogwarts.

Harry clung to Ron's robes and he trembled harder.

Ron wasn't sure what made Harry react this way but he needed to do something to help. Most people didn't know it but Ron hated feeling helpless. He hated the fact all he could do first year was solve McGonagall's game of death chess; Hermione had done more than him dealing with the Devil's snare and solving Snape's potion riddle.

He hated he couldn't save Ginny in his second year; sure, his faulty wand had backfired on Lockhart but Harry had dealt with Tom Riddle and the basilisk and he'd almost died to do it.

He hated not being able to protect his friend from Remus, that was Snape who had risked his life to protect them.

He hated not being there for Harry in the tournament, sure he gave him an impossible riddle about the dragons but Hagrid and Dobby had done more than him.

He hated himself for being so weak, but here he could be strong for Harry.

Ron slowly wrapped his arms around Harry drawing him in closer, wanting to provide comfort but not make him more afraid than he was now.

Harry felt Ron's arm pull him close, his warmth seeping into Harry driving the tremors from his body. As his muscles became still, the tears flooded him. Streaming down his cheek in hot rivers. He cried for the family he never had, the childhood he never had, but most of all he was crying for the innocence that had been stolen from him.

"Harry, tell me what's wrong?" Ron whispered into his hair.

Harry shook his head.

"Please…"

Harry paused looking up at his friend, seeing the pain and hurt in his eyes.

Harry suddenly realised something, he trusted Ron.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

Ron led Harry to the edge of the bed that appeared in the corner.

Laying side by side, he pulled Harry close to his chest, the same way he held Ginny when she had nightmares after her encounter with Tom Riddle.

"It will probably come out in the books anyway but…"

"You don't want the others to find out like that."

Harry nodded.

"Tell me."

"Okay."

Harry drew a shuddering breath as he began.

"The harsh words and beating often inflicted upon me by my family, mostly my uncle, never really bothered me. It was only pain, you know…"

Ron's grip tightened at the thought of someone hurting his Harry.

"I always believed that words couldn't hurt you unless you let them, and physical pain can be overcome."

"So why did you react that way?"

"I suddenly thought of the other way my uncle used to punish me and I couldn't stop the memories in time… I'd become good at blocking them out but it took me by surprise and I couldn't stop them. I couldn't…"

Ron was silent, knowing questions wouldn't help now, Harry would explain in his own time.

"The first time I was six, it was midnight on my birthday. My uncle came down to my cupboard and told me he had a present for me. I'd always tried to fit in with them and I thought at last, it had worked."

Ron smoothed Harry's raven locks as he continued.

"He took me out to the shed and pushed me inside, telling me my gift was there. I rushed in eager to receive my gift, the first one he would have given me but as my eye adjusted to the dark, I could see there was nothing there for me."

Harry pushed back the memories threatening to overwhelm him, he had to tell someone.

"I turned and my uncle was there, belt in his hand, his zipper down. I didn't understand at the time but he was aroused by having me cornered and at his mercy."

Ron suddenly felt sick as he realised where Harry's story was going.

"He pushed me to my knees and made me… made me…"

Harry could hold back the memory any longer. He could see the dust and damp mixing with his uncle's foul scent. He could taste the monster forcing his prick into his mouth, choking him. He remembered vomiting and curling up on the concrete floor as his uncle laughed.

Ron held Harry through it all but his own tears mixed with Harry's.

"After he was done he left me in the shed all night. It was cold but I was thankful to be alone."

"You said the first time…"

Harry whimpered.

"That was just the beginning, at first it was just handjobs and blowjobs but as I got older he wanted more…"

"More…" Ron echoed.

"Then this summer, he… he…"

"Raped you?"

Harry let out a sound, Ron couldn't name it but it was filled with pain.

"It was a few days before I was due to come back to Hogwarts. You know all about the dementors and the court hearing right?"

"Dad told me about it."

"Well, I had to go back for a few days before I was able to come to Hogwarts. My uncle was furious. He thought I did something to Dudley, he screamed at me, beat me, with his fists, his belt, anything he could lay his hand on and my aunt just watched…"

Ron ran his finger through Harry's hair, soothing him.

"It's okay… it's okay… he can't hurt you now."

"Then he dragged me upstairs by my hair, I screamed and kicked but he's huge. I couldn't get away. He threw me down on the bed. For a minute I lay there stunned, my brain couldn't keep up with what was going on. He climbed up on my legs pinning me, he gripped my shirt and tore it to shreds. All at once, I knew what was going to happen. I fought as hard as I could, I scratched, bit, punched but it was as if he didn't even feel it. The next thing I knew I was naked and he was pulling down his pants.

He lifted himself up to remove them so I tried to get away but he caught my hair and flipped me onto my stomach. He didn't say anything just rammed himself inside me. It hurt so much… I screamed and cried but he couldn't stop. He just kept ramming himself into me over and over and I just wanted it to be over, for him to be done.

Then it was. He groaned and went limp as he came, smothering me beneath his weight. He pulled himself free of my body, got dressed and left… all without a word. Then I felt something dripping down my thighs, it was blood mixed with his cum.

I felt so helpless… so used… so worthless.

How can Severus ever want me when I've already been used?"

As Harry's tale came to an end, Ron sobbed into his hair. He wasn't even startled by the confession that Harry wanted to sleep with Snape. All he cared about right now was Harry.

Someone had hurt his Harry.

Defiled him.

Abused him in the most heinous of ways.

Ron was pissed.

He gripped Harry tighter and tighter until the boy groaned.

"Ron! You're hurting me!"

At Harry's exclamation Ron instantly relaxed his grip. He reached for Harry's face, putting them nose to nose.

"You aren't worthless Harry. You're amazing and you don't even see it."

Harry just stared at him, wide-eyed in confusion.

"You have proven your worth time and time again. Every time you've faced Voldemort, every time you've kept me and my family safe, every time… I see more of you… I see the person you really are in here…"

He rested a hand over Harry's racing heart.

"I see the boy who is selfless, who always puts others before himself even when they are being complete and utter arseholes. Even when they turn their back on him, call him names, hurt him and he accepts them back without a second thought, even when they haven't apologised for all the time they hurt him and used him when all they really wanted was to love him but they didn't know how… I see you Harry Potter."

It took a minute but Harry realised Ron was talking about himself, how he abandoned Harry in the Triwizard Tournament, how he turned his back on Harry and how he had accepted Ron back into his life even without a proper apology.

Then it clicked.

Ron loved him, always had and always would, he just didn't know how to express it. Ron was a proud young man and that pride often got in the way of the more important things in his life, it drove a wedge between him, Harry and Hermione on more than one occasion but they had always worked through it.

Harry had never realised how much guilt and self-hatred Ron was carrying around until that moment.

Harry glazed into those impossibly blue eyes, taking in the constellations of freckles scattered around them, the tears running down his cheeks, some settling on the edge of his lower lip which trembled.

"Ron…"

"DON'T! Just don't Harry…"

Harry didn't say anything, he just followed the track of Ron's tears.

"I know I've been a horrid friend… I shouldn't even be called your friend…" Ron whispered his voice cracking with emotion.

"Of course, you should… no one except my best friend would be here with me now… holding me, comforting me when I couldn't tell anyone else."

For a while they just held each other until the tears dried and Harry's pain began to lessen. He knew Ron would always be with him. His best friend… His…

The pieces of the puzzle came together then.

Harry raised his head, his emerald eyes met Ron's sapphire ones.

Harry wasn't sure who moved first but then Ron's impossibly soft lips were against his own. Harry could taste the salt of their tears in the kiss which only made it sweeter as Ron's tongue traced his lower lip asking permission.

Harry sighed granting entrance and Ron's tongue swept around his mouth, eager and without finesse, the complete opposite to the kisses he shared with Severus.

Despite pledging his love for his professor, this didn't feel like cheating. This felt like healing.

Ron's one hand felt his hair in a firm but gentle grasp and the other began to drift down his side until it rested on Harry's jutting hip.

Harry moaned gently as Ron pulled back, sucking in heaving breaths, his cheeks stained red.

"Are you sure?" he whispered against Harry's lip.

Harry nodded quickly, eager to have those lips against his own again.

Ron dove back in claiming his lips in a hard kiss that had Harry trembling for a completely different reason. His body felt hot and he squirmed against Ron.

"please…" he begged in between kisses.

Harry didn't know what he was asking for but Ron seemed to so he let Ron draw his shirt over his head and watched in fascination as the redhead shed his own shirt. He had seen Ron in various stages of undress before over the year but this was different.

This time he noted the toned chest, the scattering of freckles, the dusty pink nipples.

Harry traced his fingers over Ron's ribs before coming to rest over his heart and Harry could feel a frantic pounding that mirrored his own.

Ron gently tilted Harry's head to the side and he kissed down his neck. When he reached the juncture between his neck and shoulder he gave a sucking bite that made Harry's hip buck.

Both boys moaned as Harry's hardness met Ron's.

Ron eased Harry onto his back as he loomed upon him panting.

"Any more of this and I won't be able to stop."

"Then don't…" Harry whispered as he wrapped his arms around Ron's shoulders, drawing him down into another bruising kiss. Feeling bold Harry thrust his hips up, grinding their erections together.

What his uncle did felt horrible but this… This was wonderful.

Ron gently rubbed Harry's erect nipple causing the smaller boy to gasp sharply. Smiling the taller boy leant down and took the hard nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. He pulled back to blow on the nipple, causing it to tighten almost painful as Harry bit down on his knuckles to keep from crying out.

Ron noticed this and reached up bringing both arms to Harry's side.

"Don't do that…"

"But… it's embarrassing…"

"It's not. It lets me know I'm doing something right and right now I need that."

He needs this as much as I do.

Harry nodded gently as Ron switched nipples not wanting to leave the other neglected and Harry howled as the pleasure coursed through his body.

"Oh god… please…"

Ron kissed his way down Harry's chest and stomach, pausing at Harry's belt.

Ron toyed with the buckle, looking up at Harry waiting for permission.

"please…" Harry gasped as he cupped Ron's cheek.

Giving his friend a cheeky smile, Ron unbuckled Harry's belt and drew down his zipper.

Pulling his friend cock from his pants, he noted the difference between Harry's erection and his own.

Harry's was curved slightly towards the tip which was leaking generously. Ron noticed that Harry also shaved as he was completely hairless.

"Pleasssse…" Harry hissed as Ron wrapped his fingers around Harry's thick cock.

"As you wish…" he murmured back.

Ron breathed hotly over Harry's heated flesh causing the boy to buck once more before drawing the turgid flesh into his mouth. He made sure to wrap his lips around his teeth first, he knew how much that hurt from experience.

"Oh fuck… Ron…"

Harry obviously hadn't experienced a blowjob before and Ron was determined to make it the best for him.

At first he just gently ran his tongue around the head, tasting the fluid there. It was a little salty but mostly it was sweet, it suited Harry. After a minute Harry became accustomed to the new sensation and watched Ron through lidded eyes.

Ron loved those emerald eyes watching him, he took pride in knowing he was Harry's first, that it was him who made him feel this way.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Ron plunged down until he could feel Harry touched his throat.

"mmmmm… Ron please… more…"

Relaxing his muscle Ron took Harry into his throat. He was pleased he'd done it on the first try without gagging but what pleased him even more was Harry's reaction.

He bucked Harry, forcing himself fully into Ron's mouth, his balls tapped Ron's chin and he screamed.

The first stream took Ron by surprise who quickly pulled back to let Harry's cum pool on his tongue. Up until that moment Ron wasn't sure he was going to swallow it, it seemed a little gross but the sweet, salty flavour coating his tongue was wonderful and he quickly swallowed it down, along with the next mouthful. He kept sucking until Harry was spent and his almost painful arched back collapsed onto the bed.

Harry's chest was slick and heaving as he watched Ron pull off his spent cock. Looking down Harry could see Ron was hard by the bulge in his trousers and a jolt of terror quickly ran through him as his eyes widened.

Ron stalked up Harry's body, drawing him into a gentle kiss so Harry could taste himself on Ron's tongue.

"It's okay, Harry… you don't have to if you don't want to."

Harry gulped, his mouth suddenly dry as he saw the pure love in Ron's eyes.

He laid a shaking hand on Ron's hip.

"I want to…"

Without saying anything more Harry slid his hands down to Ron's trousers and worked them underneath to take Ron's throbbing length in his loose fist.

Despite being the more experienced party, Ron almost lost it right there before Harry even got his pants off.

"Oh god, Harry please."

Harry moved his fist in long, gentle strokes. Enough to keep Ron on edge yet not push him any closer to the edge. It was maddening.

"Ah… mmm…. Harry…. Don't tease me."

"Oh, I'm not love."

With a sly smile, Harry withdrew and then slowly sank down, resting his hands on Ron's knees.

Ron raised himself up onto his elbows, so he could still see Harry's face and he gently pulled down his trousers and pants off before tossing them into some random corner of the room, no doubt to be found later.

Panting and flushed, Ron pushed Harry's head away as he leaned into his most delicate parts. Harry's eyes darted to his, panicked.

Ron shook his head.

"You seriously don't… have to."

"But I want to."

And before Ron could protest, Harry took his throbbing prick and guided it gently into his mouth.

Gasping at the warmth, Ron was almost overcome but reigned in his desires.

Harry began to bob his head, his technique betraying his inexperience and more than once he almost caught Ron with his teeth.

Ron gently tugged on his hair. With a breathy almost non-existent voice he offered some advice.

"Wrap your lips around your teeth, and don't try to force it, no one can take it all on their first try."

Harry didn't speak, he just returned to his task armed with new information.

God, he's a natural.

Ron shoved his fist into his mouth to stifle the noises escaping him, saliva dribbling down his chin but Harry snatched it away and pressed it to the bed, allowing all Ron's moans, whimpers, and sighs to escape.

Ron didn't understand why until Harry swirled his tongue around the crown of his hardness and Ron bucked. Harry moaned around him sending vibrations up his length.

"Ahhhhh… God Harry… st…. stop"

He lifted his head.

"Is it bad?"

"Oh no, darling, you're going to make me come if you keep doing that."

"I don't mind. I honestly find the thought of you cumming in my mouth very appealing."

"Jesus, Harry."

Harry jumped straight back in, bobbing and sucking with hollow cheeks making the most arousing and delicious slobbering noises and he tried to devour Ron.

Ron didn't know how much longer he could hold back.

He reached down and took a handful of Harry's silken raven hair in his hands, pushing him down further.

Harry gagged a little but took it on the second try.

Harry's nose grazed the trimmed hair at the base of Ron's member and as he rose and scrapped his teeth across the sensitive skin.

Ron lost it.

"Harry…. Harry… Har….. I…. I'm… cumming."

The last part dissolved into a moan and Harry gave a strong suck and Ron came apart in his mouth, filling it with his seed, Harry's cheeks filling as he swallowed it down.

"ummmmmmmmm…. Harry. Fuck!"

Ron let out a nervous laugh, his eyes met Harry's burning with a suppressed fire. Ron shivered.

Harry glided up his body to take his lips in a hot kiss, Ron tasted his essence on Harry's tongue.

Ron pushed him over onto his back and Harry looked up at him, a little confused.

"It's time for the next step, darling."

"Next step?" Harry asked, shuddering.

Ron thought Harry was beautiful in that moment, his prick almost at full hardness again.

Ron wrapped his arms around Harry, nuzzling against his neck.

"Ron, do you think you can go again soon? I want to feel you inside me."

"Jesus, Harry." He pants, "Give me a minute and I'll see what I can do."

His tone was comforting as his fingers ran down Harry's spine.

Oh, God, what is he doing to me?

Ron's fingers curl around Harry's hip bone, fingertips almost brushing the top of his arse, Harry was torn between grinding his prick into Ron's or pushing back hoping those fingers will go lower, deciding he arched back.

"Patience, Harry."

"Please, Ron, I've waited for years, I don't know how much longer I can wait."

"Years?"

Harry nodded.

Harry felt Ron's prick twitch against him and he knew it was time.

"Ready for more, Harry?"

"Yes."

Ron reached down, grappling in his robe for his wands. He whispered a lubrication charm, sending a silent prayer to Bill for teaching it to him during their trip to Egypt.

Harry squirmed at the slick feeling but quickly quieted as Ron's fingers traced his rim.

Ron's fingers didn't enter him straight away, nervous and unsure he rubbed his fingertips against the rim causing Harry to moan and arch into him, pressing his length into Ron's.

When he didn't go any further, Harry lifted my head from Ron's shoulder to look into his eyes. He could see the indecision swimming in those deep blue eyes.

Harry swallowed, licked parched lips before speaking.

"It's okay, Ron."

"Are you sure?" Ron's question was barely audible but Harry caught it.

"I have never been surer of anything in my life, Ron. Now, get a move on before I explode."

Ron's soft chuckle sends shivers up Harry's spine as he slowly pressed a finger into Harry's willing body.

Ron slowly pressed the finger in, two knuckles deep twisting it slightly making Harry gasp.

Ron froze.

"Oh no, Ron, don't stop now, more."

Ever so slowly Ron withdraws pushing a second finger in. Scissoring them so gently, like Harry was the most precious thing to him.

The slow pace was enough to make Harry scream, he needed more.

"Ron" he panted, "I know you are trying to be gentle right now but I need more."

Harry took hold of his wrist behind him and plunged the fingers in deep, a sharp moan tearing itself from his throat.

"Oh god, just like that."

Harry set the pace and Ron quickly took over.

Harry thought it felt great but it wasn't enough. Ron twisted his fingers again changing the angle when he hit something deep inside Harry, making him scream.

"Ron! Right there. Oh, god do it again."

Ron didn't disappoint.

He trained his fingers on that spot, hitting it just right and Harry didn't notice when he added a third finger.

Feeling his climax approach, Harry begged Ron to stop.

I need him inside.

"R-r-ron, stop."

"Oh god, did I hurt you?"

"God, no, Ron. I'm at my limit. I need you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, god, yes."

Harry's pleading must have convinced Ron because he pushed Harry onto his back hovering over him, fingers still pressed inside.

Ron withdrew his fingers making Harry whine in displeasure.

"Don't worry, love, I'll give you what you want."

Writhing and panting Harry watched him repeat the lubrication charm, slicking his prick with the lube, fisting it gently, lips caught between his teeth and Harry knew Ron was as close to climax as he was.

Ron's prick grasped firmly in his hand as he gripped Harry's hips, lifting them to line his member up.

The head pressed lightly against Harry's hole, as Ron looked at him, wanting and searching.

He nodded ever so slightly.

"Please, Ron, I can't wait any longer." Harry pleaded.

Ever so slowly Ron pressed forward, the head of his prick slipping inside causing them both to moan.

Ron drove himself forward slowly, always conscious of Harry and his pleasure.

Eventually, Ron bottomed out and Harry could feel Ron's sac pressed against his ass.

I feel so full.

Ron braced himself over Harry. Harry could see the passion in his eyes and the effort it was taking for Ron to remain so still, waiting for him.

Catching his breath, Harry sighed.

"Ron." he whispered, reaching up to cup his chin, angling it down, so he could kiss him again.

"Oh, god, Harry, you're so hot and tight."

"mmhmmmmm"

"You feel amazing, Harry, I can't…"

Harry cut him off with his lips once more.

"You feel amazing too Ron, I feel so full… full of you."

Ron growled. The primal sound caught Harry off guard.

"God, Ron, move please."

Ron dropped himself onto his elbows, his face a breath away from Harry's own, as he pulled his hips back slowly. Harry could feel every ridge and vein of Ron's prick as he moved. It felt amazing, Harry was connected to Ron for the first time, the sensation brought tears to his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Ron's neck drawing him down until he could whisper in Ron's ear.

"Fuck me, Ron."

Ron growled, long and low and snapped his hips forward burying himself in Harry to the hilt.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Gripping a fistful of Ron's hair, Harry pushed back, silently telling Ron to let go.

Withdrawing once more Ron snapped his hips forward faster than before.

"FUCK, Ron, harder baby… please… harder!"

Without words, Ron drove himself further and further into Harry's body until he hit that spot.

"RON!"

In-between his pants and moans, Harry swore he can hear Ron laugh at his scream.

Moving one hand down to Harry's hip, Ron grips it hard enough to bruise. It was a pleasing thought to Harry, that Ron was owning him, and he would wear those marks of ownership tomorrow.

Handprints and bite marks.

Harry wasn't idle either, pulling Ron's hair, tilting his head back and latching onto his neck and biting down when he plunges into him again. Harry's teeth sink into Ron's neck, hard enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood.

Ron seemed to like it because he began driving into Harry at an almost inhuman speed.

Harry could feel Ron's breath coming faster, his hips stuttering slightly.

Ron dropped down and moaned into Harry's mouth.

"Ron, I c-c-can't…. Oh, fuck."

Ron took Harry's face in his hands, his fingers sliding through Harry's sweaty hair.

"It's ok Harry, I'm right there too, let go, baby, let go."

"Ahh, ah, oh, Ron."

Ron's prick was driving into Harry's spot over and over, he could himself approaching the edge.

"Oh god, ah, mmmm, Ron."

Ron could feel him holding back.

He needs that final push.

Sliding one hand from his hair, down Harry's back, his nails leaving red lines in his wake, until they reach his ass grabbing it hard.

"Ron!"

"Come on Harry, I want you to fall over the edge with me, I want you to cum all over your pretty chest… Ahhhhh."

Ron drives in extra hard.

Harry's fingers dig hard into his hips, member twitching uncontrollably, spurting liquid heat between their chests.

"OH, FUCK RON!"

Ron's hips continue moving, faster than before as he drove himself into Harry chasing his own orgasm.

"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, Harry!"

Harry gipped Ron's head pulling it down to his shoulder, as he felt Ron cum inside him. Liquid heat spread through him as Ron trembled.

As they collapsed Harry could hear Ron's harsh pants in his ears, feel his hands gliding up his sides.

Weakly Ron lifted his head from Harry's shoulder, as he withdrew causing them both to moan as the sensitive nerves and glands were stimulated further.

Ron lay down next to Harry panting, pulling the smaller boy gently into his arms.

Harry looked up shyly at Ron.

"Was… was that... um… ok?"

Shocked by the question, Ron laughed.

Harry's face fell.

Rolling over Ron pulled him closer, lifting his chin.

"Harry, that was amazing, I have never cum so hard in my life."

"Really?" He looked at Ron with those large, innocent eyes.

"Really."

Relieved Harry wrapped his arms around Ron, resting his cheek on his chest, inhaling softly.

Together and satisfied Ron pulled the sheets over their cooling bodies, ignoring the sweat and cum staining the both of them.

As Harry started to drift off, he heard Ron whisper into his hair.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too Ron. I always have."

Harry swore he felt him smile as his arms tightened around him.

Harry had one last thought before sleep claimed him.

Dear Lord, don't ever take him away from me.