A/N (8/2/07): I edited this chapter recently because people felt that Ron and Harry were rushing into it a bit…and I agree…There are only small changes in the next couple of chapters, but I think that it will help to slow their pace…so here:

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Harry and Ron made sure to stop before they reached the door to their D.A.D.A. classroom and put on straight faces. Harry made an attempt to flatten his hair, but to no avail. They knocked on the door three times and entered. Everyone turned in their seats to stare at them and the world seemed to stop. Well, almost.

Snape didn't bother to stop teaching and they boys quietly- or as quietly as possible while Ron tripped over the leg of a desk - take their seats, making sure to sit away from one another. Hermione gave them both evil - but seemingly amused - glares out of the corner of her eyes, as if to say: iI know what you did last period . Dean and Seamus both smiled at them. Neville simply sat there, for fear of drawing Snape's attention to him. Snape caught his eyes anyway. "Longbottom! What was I just saying?" Snape spat.

"I….I don't know, sir." Neville looked as though he were about to faint.

"Give me another reason, boy, and I'll throw you in detention for the rest of the term." Snape looked highly amused at himself.

Harry spent the rest of the lesson fading in and out of Snape's ramblings and teachings-

"…and they had no right to…"

"…and if you turn to page two hundred you will find that…"

"…Miss Granger…"

-and his own thoughts.

He's really…cuddly

I wonder what we're going to do tonight…

I hope Hermione is taking good notes, because I'm not paying any…

After an hour, Snape assigned them all a foot and a half of parchment on 'the advantages of learning how to use non verbal spells'. Everything was going smoothly. Harry and Ron got up at the bell to pack their things away, but were stopped in their tracks by Snape; who seemed to glide over to both of them; feet never touching the ground.

"I want you", Snape started with Harry, "To write me and extra foot of parchment on exactly why you were late to this class, and serve detention with me next Sunday at ten o'clock." I hate you too, Harry thought as he tried his best to look indifferent. "I heard that, Potter!" Snape was skilled at the art of Legilimacy (mind reading). "And Weasley, I want you to do the same. Your detention is next Sunday night. Be here at seven o'clock sharp!"

And with that Snape strode back to his desk and Harry and Ron left the classroom.

"Lunch!" Ron rubbed his stomach dramatically as they made their way toward the great hall. Harry grabbed Ron's hand and took a little detour. "W- Where are we going?" a puzzled Ron asked. Harry didn't answer, but led the way to the abandoned Gryffindor common room.

"Skrewt!" Harry said and the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. "Don't worry, Ron, I've got snacks in my trunk. Let's go up to our room." Harry led the way, never letting go of Ron's hand. Ron took the lead and led the way to their dormitory, closing the door behind him. Harry was taking off his school robes and Ron followed suit. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but the next thing he knew, he was falling hard and fast onto his bed; Ron clinging to him.

"I've been waiting six years for this", Ron whispered into Harry's neck and then pressed his lips against his dark haired lovers. The kiss was timid at first and Harry's whole body shook under Ron's hands. Soon, though, Harry hands went to the hem of Ron's button down , un tucking it with a speed even Harry was surprised with. Meanwhile, Ron's mouth had left Harry's and was now working on his ears. Gently biting and suckling them, then moving to place butterfly kisses on Harry's jawbone and neck. Harry let out a soft moan as he felt his way up Ron's heavily freckled body, the muscles quivering in his wake. Ron tensed up a little as Harry's cold hands glided over his stomach and chest and down his back and left Harry smiling. Ron re-directed his attention to Harry's mouth once more and kissed him playfully. Ron stopped dead for a moment and found the emerald eyes that had bound and chained his heart from day one. Ron smiled and said, "I…Harry…", before Harry cut him off with another kiss.

"We don't have enough now."

Ron whimpered, but accepted Harry's decision and glanced over at his watch. They had about ten minutes before they had to be in Transfiguration. Harry noticed the depressed look on Ron's face and closed the distance between them for a final kiss.

"What about those snacks!?" Ron called after Harry as he raced to catch up with his retreating friend.