"What did it feel like when you kissed Cho?"

The question caught Harry off guard one night as he and Ron gathered their things from a table they had been sitting at with Hermione moments before. Harry placed a bottle of ink in his book bag and paused, thinking.

"It was…okay," he finally said, "You know she was crying, so…"

Ron nodded vaguely. He looked uncomfortable. Harry shouldered his bag and gave Ron one more moment of silence, then asked,

"Why?"

Ron looked around the room, and upon noticing that it was emptying out rather quickly, stepped closer to Harry and lowered his voice as he said,

"I don't think I like kissing Lavender."

Harry couldn't hold back his laughter, until he saw the look on Ron's face. He shut up and cleared his throat.

"Uh…sorry. Um, why?"

Ron sighed and headed for the stairwell, then paused near a window further in the corner, and Harry followed, curious as to what Ron was going to say. He looked awkward and slightly pained, as though whatever he was thinking was causing him much discomfort.

"What is it?" Harry asked, getting somewhat impatient now, frankly he was sick of hearing about Lavender, whether it was negative or positive.

"I don't feel anything when I kiss her," Ron replied, stammering slightly on the word 'feel.'

"Oh…" Harry said slowly, shifting slightly, "Well then break it off with her."

"I mean," Ron cut in, "Like…she's so soft and when I touch her it's like touching nothing. It's all just so…soft."

"I get it," Harry said, surprised. The fact was, these words were very familiar to him. He had felt the same way with Cho. Cho had been very soft too, and, more than anything, even the fact that she had been crying, it had made Harry uncomfortable. "I don't like soft either." Harry felt awkward and shocked at his sudden words, and when he heard them aloud, he had no idea why he had said this so softly, yet somehow…another tone had slipped in, something…guttural.

Ron picked up on the tone, raising his eyebrows, but then reset his face to neutral just as quickly, and chose to ignore it.

"So you know what I mean," he said quietly, and Harry nodded, clearing his throat. "I don't exactly know what to do about that."

"Find someone who's…not soft?" Harry suggested, smiling slightly as he and Ron both chuckled.

"Right," Ron finally said, dropping his gaze for a moment, then raising his eyes back to Harry.

And something in Harry seemed to crackle. Harry took in Ron's face. His cheekbones, his jaw, his neck. And a small voice in the back of Harry's mind was telling him…Ron would not be soft. Harry locked his gaze with Ron's, then quickly turned toward the staircase, wondering what the hell had just gone on in his mind, and why the fuck was there fluttering in his stomach?

But as Harry walked on, opening the door to the stairwell, the buzzing feeling in his body was not going away. Ron followed him up the stairs, and his proximity was making the whole thing worse. And when Ron accidentally brushed against him, he finally snapped. He grabbed Ron by the arm and pushed him against the wall.

"What the-" Ron started, but cut off and gasped when Harry kissed him.

And it was immediate. This was exactly what they had been looking for. He could tell Ron felt the same way when he dropped his bag, placed his hands around the back of Harry's head and pulled him closer. Their hands were soon everywhere. Touching each other's faces, their chests, their shoulders. Harry's skin was tingling, and with the way Ron's fingers were trembling, he knew his best friend was probably experiencing some of the feelings he was having.

Finally Harry pulled back, breathing heavily, his hands pinning Ron's arms against the stone wall, he wasn't sure he could handle any more touching. Ron was struggling to catch his breath as well.

"Not soft," Harry finally said between breaths.

"No," Ron agreed, but looking confused, "Why'd you stop?"

There was something about the tone of his voice that went straight to Harry's groin. Harry locked eyes with Ron, who looked dazed. He kissed him on the cheek before murmuring in his ear,

"Because I want to touch you, and I probably shouldn't do that here."

Harry had no idea where any of this was coming from. All he knew was he was following the part of his brain telling him that Ron had far too many clothes on. Ron turned red at Harry's words, and when Harry released him from the wall he hurriedly grabbed his bag, and followed Harry up to the dormitory.

Waiting for their dorm mates to go to sleep was torture, what was worse was watching Ron undress, then redress, just a few feet away. Harry laid in his bed, his entire body coursing with electricity and anticipation. He had all the hangings around his bed closed besides the one next to the wall. Finally he heard Neville snoring, and he was always last to fall asleep. Then he heard a mattress creaking. Only moments later Ron appeared at the side of the bed, looking nervous but excited. Harry smiled and propped himself up on his elbows.

"Where were we?" He asked quietly.

Ron scoffed nervously. Harry, tired of waiting, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him forward into the bed. Ron laughed, again in a nervous fashion; but, like magnets, their lips met quickly. Harry actually let out a sigh, it felt like a combination of relief and pleasure. But he soon felt like something was…off. The kissing and touching felt so good, but there was just…something. Ron must have picked up on it too, soon he was looking down at Harry with a slight wrinkle on his forehead. Harry looked up at him, and then he had an inkling of what he thought was off, but he didn't want to say it out loud, it was a…strange thought.

But then Ron spoke, tentatively,

"Do you…do you want to…trade places?"

Harry grinned at him, and sat up, grabbing him by the arms, and easily climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Harry leaned down, sliding his hands under Ron's shirt as he did so, and kissed him with some force. Ron reciprocated without hesitation, allowing Harry to part his lips and explore his mouth with his tongue. When Ron let out a small moan, Harry parted from him, grinning again.

"Why is this better?" He asked with a laugh.

"I don't know," Ron replied, and paused to look at Harry from this new angle, but then he smiled and slid his hands along Harry's arms, "But I like it better down here."

"Good," Harry said, unable to contain a smirk, "I like it up here."

He sat up, pulling Ron by the shirt as he did, and they resumed kissing. Being in this position, Harry straddling Ron, making him taller by at least a couple inches, was driving Harry mad. He slipped out of his pajama top, and watched Ron taking in his torso with a hungry sort of expression.

"Take off your shirt," he whispered to Ron, and the way Ron immediately obliged while still maintaining eye contact caused a stirring inside Harry; he tilted his head to leave a gentle peck on Ron's cheek before whispering in his ear,

"Kiss my neck."

Much like conducting his first DA meeting, for a brief moment it felt odd to give directions. But the nerves left him completely when Ron did as told, and he felt the gentle kissing and sucking. Harry had a sudden realization and he leaned back slightly to pull the hangings all the way shut now. He felt Ron hesitate in his movements against his neck.

"Oh you keep going," Harry said before he could stop himself, but he swore he could feel Ron smiling against his skin before he resumed.

Harry slowly started to push Ron back into the pillow, reaching over to his nightstand to grab his wand. Ron stayed attached to him as Harry uttered a silencing charm, then Harry set it back down and tilted his head to give Ron more access. He had no clue that he was so sensitive there, but each kiss and every suck was making his brain go fuzzy. He felt Ron slide a hand into his hair and grasp it firmly as he moved his way up, and he began to work at one particular spot right near Harry's jaw, and Harry could not bite back his moan.

"Fuck…" He breathed heavily, "That's good…"

He felt Ron shift beneath him, but he continued to suck and gently bite at the spot that had egged Harry on. Then he moved closer to Harry's throat and Harry moaned again. He could not hold back anything, his mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.

"Yes," he murmured quietly, "Right there…that feels amazing…"

Ron shifted again underneath him and it didn't take Harry long to notice that there were two bulges between them now. Harry wondered if Ron was somehow getting …aroused…by what he was saying. As he felt Ron begin to move to the other side of his neck, Harry decided to just let himself keep talking, curiosity getting the better of him.

"You're so good at that…" he whispered breathlessly, closing his eyes, and shivered when Ron suddenly bit him, but not hard enough to hurt, "Fuck, Ron," he was startled that the feeling of Ron's teeth on his neck had suddenly spiked his body temperature, "Don't be too gentle." Harry was having a hard time getting his words out now, but he smiled when he felt Ron squirm underneath him before obliging, biting him again with more force, causing Harry to gasp. Though he was enjoying himself, Harry wanted to be connected again, he lowered his head and kissed Ron on the lips. He noticed that they had both began rocking their hips lightly, seeking out some kind of friction.

"You're really good at that," Harry whispered, kissing Ron again.

"Well…" Ron replied slowly, between Harry's frequent kisses, but he didn't get another word out, instead closing his eyes and gasping suddenly when their erections brushed.

"Is it because I boss you around?" Harry asked, amused and almost proud of himself in keeping it together more than Ron could as he found a steady rhythm of rocking his hips in a way that was ensuring their eager cocks were grinding together, he could feel Ron trembling underneath him, "You seem to like it." His voice had come out rather gruffly. "Don't you?"

"Yes…" Ron replied automatically, his eyes still closed, Harry had to admit he was really enjoying watching Ron getting flustered, his face going pink and his breath quickening, "I like it."

Harry let out a slow, shaky breath. It was like a game. Ron preferred being on the bed, Harry preferred being on top of him. Harry apparently got bossy when he was aroused, and evidently Ron got aroused by his bossiness. So, Harry thought, It's about…control. Ron didn't want it, Harry did. This was a game Harry could play.

"Good," Harry said, kissing Ron on the cheek, "I think I'll enjoy bossing you around."

"Okay," Ron breathed in his ear, his fingers digging into Harry's back, "I'll do whatever you say."

Harry was slightly in shock after hearing this, but wasn't sure if it was from being startled by Ron's willingness…or the way he reacted to it. He growled, lunging for Ron's mouth, and kissed him in a way that was almost aggressive, pinning Ron hard into the mattress by his shoulders, rolling his groin into Ron's. Ron whimpered and for a moment Harry worried that he had hurt him, then quickly realized it was a good sound as Ron moved his body with Harry's, and eagerly allowed Harry's tongue access to his mouth. Ron made another whining noise that Harry knew he would listen to all day if he could. Through his brain fog of the frantic kissing and the glorious friction between them, he suddenly felt Ron's hands sliding along his waist, underneath the waistband of his pants, and he pulled away, panting.

"I…sorry," Ron stammered, blushing, dropping his hands.

Harry did not respond, sitting up as he caught his breath, and enjoyed the way Ron was watching him as he did. Harry ran a hand up Ron's side, then down his arm and grabbed his hand, bringing it to his waistband.

"Pull them down," he said in a taunting sort of way.

Ron remained laying down for a moment, but then a small smile came to his lips and his propped himself up on one elbow and slowly started to pull Harry's pants down, along with his boxers. Harry watched Ron's face as Harry's now aching cock jumped out, standing erect against his stomach, and he looked pleased, and…impatient. It took Harry a couple seconds to realize what Ron was waiting for.

"Go ahead," he whispered, not meaning to sound as firm as he did, but it seemed not to matter as soon as his cock was suddenly engulfed in warm, wet bliss. "Fucking hell," he breathed shakily before he could stop himself.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. He was dangerously close to orgasm already, but didn't want any of this to end. He felt Ron's tongue swirl, and his own mouth quickly had a mind of its own again.

"Shit…" He hissed, along with a groan, "Yes…do it again."

Ron obliged, swirling his tongue obediently, twice this time, and grabbed the base of Harry's cock with his other hand, lightly massaging his balls with his fingers. Harry mindlessly started thrusting into Ron's mouth, moaning when he hit the back of his throat, startled when the sound of Ron choking threatened to send him over the edge. Harry took a steadying breath and opened his eyes, he watched his cock sliding in and out of Ron's mouth. A hot flame was burning inside of Harry's stomach as he realized just how much he was not only enjoying the physical sensations, but by the view as well, his best friend in the world pleasuring him with his mouth, and seeming very eager to do it.

Harry reached a hand behind Ron's head and gripped his hair tightly.

"Look at me," he whispered, from somewhere deep in his gut.

When Ron's eyes flicked up to him, and Harry groaned his approval. This was nothing he could have ever expected, but he was enjoying every moment. As he held to the back of Ron's head, slowly thrusting, he watched.

"That feels so good," Harry murmured, and gasped when Ron responded by sliding his mouth so far down Harry's cock that he gagged, only to do it again, "Fuck, Ron…" Harry gripped tighter to the back of Ron's head, his vision was blurring and his breathing increased rapidly. "Don't stop," he panted, though unnecessarily, "Shit…" He swore again, feeling the climax coming, "You're so good…" and when Ron moaned in reaction to these words, Harry could no longer contain himself. He tried to pull back, letting go of the back of Ron's head, but Ron had quickly moved a hand to Harry's hip and held him tightly in place, and Harry sputtered and gasped when he could feel a pulsing sensation that sent enormous tingles up his spine.

"Bloody hell…" Harry breathed when Ron finally released his grip, "Did…did you just…swallow?" Harry panted, his body relaxing.

"Um…" Ron said, blushing furiously, though he did not appear too embarrassed.

"Gods that's hot…" Harry whispered, some of him wanted to collapse next to Ron on the bed, but instead he slid back down to where he was straddling Ron's waist, pulling his pants and boxers back up, and put his hands on Ron's hips.

"That was okay, then?" Ron asked, smiling shyly, his hands finding Harry's.

"That was amazing," Harry replied emphatically, and smiled at the pleased look on Ron's face, something washed over him as he realized how comfortable he was, straddling his best friend after he had just given him a blow job, which could have been embarrassing, but really hadn't been, and he reached a hand up to stroke the side of Ron's face with his thumb.

Ron seemed surprised at this gesture, but looked comforted by it, his head subconsciously leaning into Harry's touch. Harry leaned down and kissed Ron slowly; he enjoyed the frenzied, grope-filled kissing they had done before, but he had just genuinely wanted to kiss him, without the curiosity or expectations. When Ron sighed happily against his lips, Harry let his body relax on top of him, as they experimented with slow. With patience, taking in the sensations.

When they both heard the creak of a mattress nearby they pulled apart, but the creaking stopped, and no other sounds were made. Harry and Ron looked at each other and Harry rolled off of him so they were laying side by side. Immediately missing the connection they enjoyed of Harry being on top, they both scooted close to each other, grasping each others arms. Ron rested his head against Harry's shoulder.

"Why did that feel so good?" He whispered.

"I don't know," Harry replied, "But…we should…do it again."

"Oh?" Ron said, startled but appearing pleased, "Alright…yeah."

"Well, I've got to return the favor, right?" Harry retorted slyly, "I mean you didn't get to…" Harry trailed off as he felt Ron's face grow hot against his skin, "Wait, did you?"

Ron shifted next to him, and Harry couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Well," Ron huffed, "You were saying all that stuff…and…and…I dunno. Something about making you feel good…just…I couldn't help it."

Harry chuckled again and wrapped an arm around Ron to pull him closer. Ron huffed again but kept his head resting on Harry's shoulder.

"I think it's cute," Harry said quietly with a smile.

"Cute?" scoffed Ron, trailing his fingers up and down Harry's arm.

"Yeah," Harry replied, "Cute." He lowered his voice, gripping Ron's lower back roughly. "Like that face you make when I boss you around."

Ron exhaled slowly, burying his face into Harry's shoulder. Harry was very amused at this new found quirk in Ron. Harry supposed it made sense, Ron had a problem with his nerves and maybe being told what to do was just easier. But he got turned on by it, and Harry very much approved of that.

"Don't be embarrassed," Harry murmured, tracing circles into the small of Ron's back, "I like it. Everything felt…amazing. You felt amazing."

He felt Ron sigh and had an urge to pull him closer. Only moments later he felt a familiar sensation on his neck, and electricity shot through his body. He swallowed heavily as he closed his eyes, enjoying himself immensely as he felt Ron's lips on his skin. In a moment, though, he chuckled lightly.

"What?" Ron asked quietly near Harry's ear.

"You," Harry replied, moaning under his breath when Ron reattached himself to his neck, "You like when I tell you how good you are," his brain was going fuzzy now as Ron began sucking lightly at his skin, "Every time I do it you get all..." He trailed off, trying to keep his breath steady.

"Is that a problem?" Ron asked against Harry's skin.

"Not at all," Harry replied, gasping when Ron bit him sharply in response, "Fuck, that hurt…"

Ron made a 'hmph' sound of triumph, kissing the spot where he had bitten him.

"Fucking vampire," Harry muttered, despite his giddiness.

"Shouldn't have revealed your weak spot," Ron retorted with a laugh.

In a flash, Harry had swiftly swung his leg over Ron's waist and pinned him by his arms to the bed. Ron looked startled for a moment, but soon he was fighting a smile, looking defeated.

"And I know yours," Harry said airily, he released Ron's arms and gripped Ron's waist tightly, and he wondered for a moment how it would feel to be gripping Ron's waist from behind, but shook it off quickly, "And the fun thing about yours," he said, looking at Ron directly now, "Is that I could just lean over and whisper to you whenever I want," Ron was breathing more heavily now, Harry smirked, "What would you do if I told you to suck my cock in the middle of Charms, hm?"

Ron looked extremely flustered, and dazed. Like whatever affect Harry's words had, had completely consumed him. And Harry had to admit, it was fun.

"Would you do it?" He asked, leaning down and kissing Ron, placing his arms on either side of his head. In lieu of words, Ron just responded by kissing him back. Harry smiled and gently bit Ron's bottom lip, laughing happily when Ron reacted by ferociously deepening the kiss.

Harry, seeking more contact, placed his hand on the side of Ron's face, stroking his cheek with his thumb, and Ron made the delicious whining sound that sent fireworks through Harry's vision.

"Fuck," he moaned under his breath, pulling away from Ron for a moment.

"Hm?" Ron said, kissing Harry's jaw and working his way down.

"Th-that noise you make," Harry murmured, stammering as Ron reached his neck.

"Oh," Ron replied, laying back on his pillow, "Sorry, I can't help it."

"Don't apologize," Harry whispered hastily, he gave Ron a small peck on the lips, "You should only ever make that noise."

"Okay," Ron responded, smiling now, "Whatever you want."

"You're going to drive me mad," Harry groaned, kissing Ron again.

"Good," Ron said impishly, "So…"

"So what?" Harry asked, looking at his best friend.

"So…are we…?" Ron looked embarrassed at his vague words, but Harry thought he knew what Ron was asking.

"We're friends," Harry replied quietly, "With…benefits."

"Okay," Ron said with a faint smile.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, placing his hand back on the side of Ron's face.

"Nothing," Ron replied, a bit too quickly, tilting his head into Harry's touch.

Harry pushed himself up, and pulled Ron up with him, wrapping his arms around Ron's waist.

"What's wrong?" He repeated.

"Nothing," Ron replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harry rested his forehead against Ron's and sighed, his thumb rubbing circles into Ron's side. Ron sighed back.

"Do you…" Harry started to say, but wasn't sure how to get it out. "Are you having…feelings?"

"I think so," Ron whispered, his voice cracking.

Harry's heart swelled. He wasn't completely sure how he felt emotionally. But the sound of Ron's voice, so small and weak as he admitted this, had touched Harry in a way.

"Okay," Harry said quietly, "You can have feelings."

"All of them?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, his stomach was in knots.

They stayed that way for a moment longer, and a snore nearby finally made them pull apart. Ron laid back down on the bed, looking up at Harry, his eyes glistening. Harry stayed straddling Ron, looking back at him. Ron smiled hopefully and Harry couldn't help smiling back at him.

"You're cute," he said in a confirming tone.

"Stop calling me cute," Ron replied, frowning though his eyes still glistened with bliss.

"But you are," Harry argued, "You're so cute. I like the way you whine. And want me on top. It's adorable."

"Git," Ron snapped, but he was smiling now, and wriggled underneath Harry in a way that made Harry chuckle as he realized he could equate Ron to an eager puppy at the moment. Then Harry smirked and brought his hand back up to Ron's face and ran his thumb along Ron's mouth.

"You're mine," he murmured, "Okay?" he had suddenly felt very possessive, and there was no way he was about to watch Ron snogging some girl now.

Ron's eyes widened momentarily and Harry wondered if he had said something wrong, but then Ron nodded under Harry's hand. Harry grinned more broadly as he moved his hand away, and rocked his hips teasingly. Ron's lips parted as his breathing increased.

"No more tonight," Harry said with a laugh, "Go back to bed."

"Please," whispered Ron raspily.

"Don't beg," Harry groaned, resting his forehead against Ron's, "That's not fair."

"Another weakness?" Ron asked, clearly amused.

"I think you're my weakness," Harry replied before he could stop himself, and Ron instantly kissed him, making Harry sigh happily.

Ron gradually moved from Harry's mouth to his jaw.

"Then let's keep going," he whispered, his breath hot against Harry's skin, "You know you want to." He paused speaking for a moment to fiercely suck at a spot on Harry's neck, making him tremble. Ron stopped and moved his mouth back to Harry's ear and whispered, "Please."

"Bloody hell, Ron," Harry muttered, frustrated. On the one hand, he knew he could very well shag his best friend right that moment; on the other hand, however, he wondered if Ron was still playing with him, seeing if he could gain control. Harry was just on the verge of giving in when he had to bite back a moan that threatened to escape when Ron went back to his neck and bit him harshly.

"I like being your weakness," Ron murmured after kissing where he had bitten.

Harry closed his eyes, forcing himself to stay in the game instead of giving in to his raging hormones. He sat up, pushing Ron down by the shoulders, and looked at him steadily. Ron looked briefly startled but then smirked.

"You might be my weakness," Harry said firmly, and Ron's smirk vanished, "But I'm still in charge here." It was Harry's turn to smirk now. "So we'll keep going when I say, understand?"

Ron hesitated, then nodded.

"Good," Harry said. They both paused as they looked at each other, then Harry smiled, which seemed to break both of them, and Ron chuckled as Harry released his shoulders and he sat up.

"This is ridiculous," Ron said as they pulled each other into a hug.

"Maybe," Harry replied, breathing in Ron's scent of toothpaste, sweat, and wool, "But I love it."