Harry was sleeping on his stomach, his bare back exposed to the empty infirmary. Moonlight shown in from the high windows and grazed his shoulders, which rose and fell with each easy breath. The school was mostly quiet and only the Caretaker and his cat roamed the lower floors looking for kids out of bounds. One other person was up, though. He emerged from the basement and snuck silently up to the Hospital Ward, slipping though the double doors without even waking the portrait on the wall.
He walked up to the only occupied bed and pulled the curtains shut around it. He hesitated over Harry's body, and then spread his hand over the soft, warm skin on Harry's developed shoulder and shook him awake. Harry opened his eyes and there was Ron, holding a finger to his lips.
"What're you doing here?" Harry whispered, very glad he didn't pounce, but his body came alive remembering how good it felt having Ron close by.
"I wanted to tell you something…" Ron said hesitantly.
"What is it?" Harry asked, rolling over onto his side and propping his head up on his hand.
Ron licked his lips and looked down at Harry's stomach, then back up to his face. "You can do it again – if you want."
Harry sat up a little higher, confusion filling him. "What?"
Ron shrugged and moved a little closer, placing one hand on Harry's ribs, making Harry almost jump because of his rising pulse. "You can kiss me," Ron said. "It's okay with me."
Harry sat up quickly. He remembered how wonderful it was to kiss him, but now that he was in control of his actions it felt so much more real, and butterflies filled him. Ron had just finished saying that all he wanted from him was to be his mate – that's it – and here he was asking for more. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at Ron's slightly parted lips, and though he had questions, he didn't want to ruin the moment with all his worries.
Instead, he slowly reached forward and cupped Ron's face, and Ron leaned into his caress. His heart felt like it was beating for the first time, and his breath came in short. Harry looked closely into Ron's blue eyes and ran the fingers of his other hand down Ron's hairline, loving how soft his red hair was. He took a deep breath and slowly leaned in, and Ron closed his eyes. Their lips met softly with just the kindling of heat. Harry pulled back and looked at him again.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
Ron nodded, letting his held-breath out. "It's perfect…Harry."
Harry loved the way he said his name; it was like nothing he'd ever said before. Harry wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in tightly, easily finding Ron's lips again and kissed deeper, longing for all he could get.
Ron held him tightly, smoothing his hands over the planes of Harry's back, and he moved over Harry, putting a knee on the bed so Harry had to entirely fall back onto the pillow, and Ron went with him. Harry guided him between his legs and Ron lay along his body, and both of them felt everything the other had to offer. Harry locked his ankles around Ron's knees, pressing up and sighing when he felt a twin pressure press back. Ron clutched tightly at his shoulders and rubbed up his neck, gently finding the perfect place for his hips to rest. When he found it, Harry gasped, closing his eyes and seeing stars burst behind his eyelids. This was the weakest he'd ever felt in his life, and he loved it even if he felt like he was going to be sick over the side of the bed any second now.
"Shh…" Ron whispered against his neck, and latched on to the long tendon there. Harry's whole body jerked and he clasped Ron's face, pulling him in for the deepest, hottest kiss of all. Their tongues danced together and the heat from their bodies was intense. Ron pulled away and sat up, unlatching his belt. Harry's head hit the pillow again and he listened to the sounds of the zipper pulling down, a tightness cramping his stomach as butterflies filled him.
"I haven't done this before," he said.
"It's okay," Ron whispered as he pushed his pants down. Harry looked down between them and got his first glimpse of Ron's hard length surrounded by red hair. He wanted to grab onto it but his heart skipped a beat, because Ron hooked a thumb under his pajama bottoms. Harry's whole body went numb and he lifted his hips and helped push his pants down. And then Ron touched him – wrapping his big hand around him and pulled up his whole length, making it fill until it was so stiff he hurt.
Harry arched up, reaching for Ron and lining up their bodies so Ron could grab them both together. He looked longingly into Ron's eyes and saw that he wasn't looking back. He was looking at Harry's chest over his heart, a baleful expression about him.
"Hey…" he whispered, wrapping his hand over Ron's and bringing the other up to Ron's freckly face. Ron's eyes snapped up and he suddenly smiled. Harry relaxed when the anguish went away, and then enveloped Ron's mouth in a deep kiss. Harry was so turned on he was going to fall over the edge any second, but he wanted this to last longer, so he said, "Slow down!" against Ron's lips.
"I can't. I want you." Ron whispered back.
"You do?" Harry couldn't help but grin, and Ron grinned above him and nodded. "I want all of you –" and suddenly his hand left its job of bringing pleasure and turned the other way. His palm pressed against Harry's balls and sent fireworks up and down his body, and Ron's fingers pressed still further than that. New drums were beating in his head and his body arched. He didn't even think when he nodded deliriously, wanting the pleasure and excitement to never stop.
Ron's hand left him and he reached into the pocket of his pants that were around his ankles. He came out with a bottle. "This will relax you; make it not hurt."
Harry watched silently as he poured some of the liquid into his own hand and quickly spread it over himself, and then he reached down and rubbed the slick stuff against Harry's opening. It was warm and slippery, and he gasped as Ron played circles around him.
His skin tingled and it was frightening. Ron looked at him in a maddening way and gripped his hair tightly, and Harry closed his eyes for the deep kiss that came next. They breathed slowly against the kiss and pushed his pants further down, and Harry wiggled them off his legs.
"Ready?" Ron asked softly. Harry looked into his eyes and opened his legs wider, wrapping his arms firmly around those wide shoulders. He nodded even though he wasn't really ready at all.
He first felt just a strong pressure, and then Ron pressed against him harder still, using his hand to guide his chubby past the ring of tight muscle. The pressure was intense, and there was pain but it was mostly from the fear. Ron sighed when he went the deepest he could at this angle, then he pushed himself up and got a new angle that hit something in Harry that made his legs clench, pulling Ron that last final bit until he was completely in. Ron rocked slowly, just touching the place in Harry that made his eyes see light. He needed to go faster.
"Go, go, go –" Harry said, smoothing his hands under Ron's shirt to touch his skin, and keeping his eyes locked onto Ron's perfect expression of pleasure. If it was anyone else, Harry couldn't be doing this right now.
Ron leaned down as he pulled out, and his lips met Harry's the second he pushed back in; he swallowed Harry's first huff of confused pleasure and bit on his lip. Harry met him the second time he slid back in and it was so perfect that if he had the sense to think, he might have thought Ron'd done this before. All he could do, though, was keep up with the rhythm and try not to disturb Ron's beautiful pace by reaching for himself and stroking – like he so wanted to do. Ron seemed to know what he wanted, though, and pulled back from the kiss to get the angle to reach for Harry on his own. Harry clenched his teeth and pressed his head back against the pillow.
Ron increased the pace and kept at it steadily, rocking in him – Harry meeting him each time. Then Ron's body jerked extra hard into him, and he opened his eyes in time to see what Ron looked like when he came inside him. His hand went still but clenched Harry tightly, and he jerked several more times – pulsing inside of him until he couldn't give any more, and then he pulled out and looked down at Harry, blinking tears out of his blue-diamond eyes, breathing deep.
Harry was delirious with ache and awe; his member still hard. He shifted under Ron's heavy body and reached for himself. Ron looked down and sat up – focusing his gaze between Harry's spread legs where his hand gripped. It was a little late for shame, but Harry couldn't help worry from filling him because of Ron looking at him so intently.
Ron put his hand over Harry's and moved with him over the whole length, and then he gripped Harry's hand and pulled it away – meanwhile leaning forward. Harry watched until hot wet heat and a strong tongue plagued his nervous system, forcing his mind to shutdown and his head to fall back again. He came extremely quickly after just two swipes of Ron's mouth over him. Ron caught it all on his tongue and it disappeared – just like Harry's sanity – and he moved slowly up his body, planting kisses as he went.
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Ron's shoulders and pulled him against him, turning over so they were on their sides together, burying his face against Ron's neck. He stretched his legs out and felt his ass ache from the working it got, but his body was too sedated to call it uncomfortable. Ron caressed his hair and held him tight.
"That was amazing, you know."
Harry nodded silently, still huddled close.
"Look at me…"
Harry didn't want to, because there were tears in his eyes, and he knew Ron would see them. Ron held his face and lifted it into his view. Harry sniffed and looked at him, feeling a tear fall over his nose.
"Are you okay?"
Harry nodded again, and said, "I don't know what to say. That was amazing, like you said. I don't know how you did it. You know I've…I've had a crush on you forever."
Ron kissed him firmly on his mouth, then once more softly on his cheek, and pulled him close again.
A little while later, they still lay there with their faces close together, their clothes back in place.
"I didn't know you wanted to do that." Harry said worriedly because he was afraid he'd disappointed Ron in some way – for some reason – but Ron smiled.
"I've wanted to…"
"For how long?"
Ron stopped smiling and for a long moment he was silent. Harry looked worried, but he was really worried when Ron sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Harry suddenly noticed they were very nice pants, and not any pair Ron had ever worn before, but he was too concerned with his feelings to ponder those pants.
"Are you okay?"
Ron stood up off the bed and remained turned away. Harry reached forward and took his arm, turning him back around. He got to his knees and held Ron's face and kissed him without intention to stop. Ron lifted his hands to caress his arms and slide over his bare ribs, then he wrapped his whole breadth around Harry and relaxed into the kiss. Harry maneuvered so he was kneeling on the bed with his knees open, and pulled Ron against his front, continuing the kiss – letting his lips rove over Ron's soft mouth, letting his tongue get sucked in, and feeling Ron's tongue dance with his own.
Harry lowered his hands to smooth over Ron's ass, pulling him nicely forwards – but then his mind started wandering… At last he could think, and he was thinking about Ron's pants.
Slowly, Harry stopped the kiss and looked into Ron's eyes, and Harry was worried.
He held Ron's shoulders gently in his hands and pushed back, lowering his searching gaze over a nice white shirt and down to the trousers, which were so short they exposed ankles and a pair of black shoes that Harry had never seen before. Nothing Ron was wearing he had ever seen before, because Ron didn't own anything like these clothes.
Harry's eyes snapped back to Ron's and he pulled his hands away like they were on fire, his heart pounding for a new reason. Ron took his own arms back and stood quite still, looking paralyzed. Harry sat back, his breath coming in gasps as still his eyes roamed over his friend's frame…but not his friend.
"Who are you?" Harry whispered, fear and horror in his voice, because he remembered like it was yesterday how he had both taken and been taken advantage of by someone using Polyjuice Potion.
Before he even got a reply, Harry all but sprinted off the bed, ready to fly out of the room screaming for help…but just then the intruder – who had taken his virginity he couldn't forget – broke his own spell.
"Stop! Shh!" He said, holding up his hands. "Please don't bring anyone! I'll – I'll tell you!"
Harry stood on the other side of the bed and now he could feel the burn of his used body, and it was uncomfortable and horrible.
"What have you done to me?!" Harry whispered, tears stinging his eyes.
He brought his hands up – violently rubbing his cheeks and lips.
"Don't do that…" Ron's voice said, and his face looked sincere, but as he walked around to Harry's side of the bed all Harry saw was someone horrible.
"Stay away!"
Ron stopped, his hands up and his eyes pleading. Harry's legs were weak, and even if this was one of Voldemort's bastards, Harry wouldn't have had the constitution to defend himself. He backed up against the wall of the hospital room and covered his mouth firmly with both hands – tears falling freely from his eyes now, which he couldn't unlock from Ron's familiar face.
Ron's eyes were also tearing up, and he swiped at them once to clear them.
"It's…I'm…" he was lost for words, and all Harry was capable of doing was standing there like a little scared child when his uncle was on the rampage.
Ron suddenly seemed to come up with some idea; he put a hand to his chest and patted it. Harry looked and followed that patting hand around all the pockets on his body. Finally, it reached into his back pocket and pulled out something small and gold – a badge. He held it out and turned it so Harry could see the face, but it was too dark to see the writing from that far away, but he'd seen this badge before on Ron's own chest: it was a Prefect badge.
"Look – closely…" Ron said hesitantly. His hand holding the badge was shaking.
Harry swallowed and leaned forward to see it that much closer. There, on the gold front, it said Slytherin Prefect.