A/N (8/2/07): Also made a few changes to this chapter. enjoy
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The next couple of days passes as though it were all a dream for both of the boys. They eyed each other from across the classroom in potions and held hands beneath the desks in other classes. They skipped lunch and snogged in their dormitory. They stayed in the locker room after Quiddich practice and hid under the bleachers. Never quite making it past the point they had reached the day they held hands and ran from Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Finally came Saturday, and it sunk in on both of the boys that they had a detention to do with Snape the next day. "It could be worse." Ron started. "We could have endure one of Slughorn's parties!"
But everything wasn't as dreamy as Harry had wished. On the first day of school in potions, Harry had to borrow a Book from professor Slughorn that had writing all over it. The writing, by someone called the "Half Blood Prince" , Harry soon found out was very useful. It showed shortcuts to making almost every concoction in the book. The book even won him a potion that gave it's drinker good luck for an entire 12 hours from Slughorn in their first class. (He hadn't used it yet) It even looked as if the Half Blood Prince was trying to create his own spells.
Hermione was, of course, against Harry using the book in potions to cheat his way through. Although, Harry thought, it isn't technically cheating. All I'm doing is changing one or two of the steps that are there, or doing them in a different order. It's not my fault it's working out so well.
"He's a genius!"
"HE! Who said it was a he, Ron?"
"Half Blood Prince, Hermione? How many female prince's are there?"
"He's helping Harry cheat! What happens when Harry returns the book once he gets his own?"
This had been going on ever since Harry told Ron and Hermione about the book and the Half Blood Prince after their first day back. Ron and Hermione couldn't be in the same room without going off on each other.
"Returns? Who in their RIGHT MIND would return it?"
Suddenly, both Ron and Hermione looked expectedly at him. "I - er - I'm keeping it, for now. It's been really useful. You know how bad I am at Potions - oh, don't give me that look, Hermione!" But it was too late, Hermione had stormed out of the Common Room, fuming.
"Great. The last thing I need right now is for Hermione to be angry at us with the situation at hand!" Harry, of course, was talking about the fact that Harry had suspected Draco Malfoy of being a death eater. "Harry, we've been over this, there's no proof", Ron tried to reason with Harry. "Fine, fine, I'll leave it alone. But you have to make up with Hermione!" Harry wrapped his arms around the taller boy's neck. "Oh, alright. The next time I see her, I will." Ron gave in.
Later that night, though, while Harry was laying awake in his four-poster, he too out the Maraurders Map and his wand. "Lumos", he whispered and lit the tip of his wand. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" the map suddenly coming alive. Harry searched in vain for Draco in the Slytherin Common Room or dormitories. He's not there! That means he's off planning something! But where? Harry looked desperately over the map when he heard a noise. He fumbled around, erasing the map and trying to hide it when Ron's head appeared on his side of the curtains.
Harry sighed with relief and didn't bother putting the map away. "Hey, Harry. Thought I'd drop in and see what you were up to." Ron snaked an arm around Harry and pulled him close for a quick kiss. Ron tasted good. "Nox," Harry unlit his wand and made room for Ron. "Harry…the map. Please tell me you weren't looking for Malfoy again!" Ron looked sad. "I promise he's not on here! Where could he be going?" Harry said in a desperate whisper. "It doesn't matter, Harry. If he IS planning something, the extra security around the castle will catch him!" Ron said and quickly unraveled his arm from Harry.
Ron got up, but Harry grabbed his arm. "Please, don't go. I promise I'll leave it to Dumbledore from now on. For you." Harry was on the verge of tears. Ron looked away, but sat back down on the bed and closed the curtains. How can I say no to that face?, Ron sighed.
"Promise me, Harry."
"I promise, Ron."
Ron turned beet red and Harry pushed the map under the bed. Ron smiled sheepishly and Harry pulled the red head on top of him, shoving the curtains closed around him. Harry loved it when they did this. Ron sat up briefly and lifted off his pajama top. Harry head a rustling coming from the direction of Seamus' bed. "Wait - what if we get-", "Caught?" Ron finished. Harry had not yet seen Ron naked -well, not since they started going out - and even the thought of Ron's bare skin made him extremely hot. He took time to take in the beautiful boy's bare chest. Freckled from top to bottom. Nicely defined abdominal muscles, and arms that were to die for. Quidditch had been good to his red headed friend.
Ron smiled and pushed up Harry's shirt as well. Harry let Ron have his way with him. He's definately worth getting caught , Harry thought as he saw the wicked grin that was making its way across Ron's face. Ron snickered and threw his boyfriends shirt outside of the curtains around his fourposter. Ron bent down and closed his lips over Harry's. Harry couldn't help but get the feeling that Ron was teasing him….just a bit. Ron ran his hands over Harry, exploring every exposed inch of his creamy skin.
Ron's kisses weren't really kisses all. The fiery haired boy kept licking at Harry's lips, nibbling and biting and ghosting over Harry's lips; never letting Harry touch his lips. This isn't fair! Harry felt a soft moan escape him as Ron bit down on his bottom lip. Where on EARTH did he learn this? Harry closed his eyes and brought his hands up to caress Ron's muscular chest and slowly brought them down to the thin fabric that was covering Ron's aching erection. Ron shuddered and Harry loved every second of it. Now who's teasing who? Harry giggled a little and brought one hand to the back of Ron's head, forcing him to Harry's lips.
Two can play at this game, Ron ran his long fingers over Harry's manhood and purred in Harry's mouth. Their tongues flicked at each other playfully and Harry felt himself wanting to give in to Ron. He was getting tired of playing the dominant one. Ron reached into Harry's pajama bottoms and closed his fingers around Harry's shaft and looked into emerald eyes. "You're so beautiful." Ron whispered and kissed Harry again. This time Harry let the freckled boy do what he wanted. He felt Ron's tongue overtake his mouth and he moaned long and loud. The others be damned...
Ron's hand was working wonders on Harry's cock, the other hand cupping the side of Harry's face. Ron suddenly took his tongue out of Harry's mouth and bit down hard on Harry's lip as if to say 'You're mine.' Harry whimpered a little, but knew it was no use. Ron returned his attention to Harry's mouth, and felt Harry's erection pulsating beneath his fingers. Harry could feel himself close to completion and he let out a small yelp in Ron's mouth. Ronlet out a hoarse laugh, never breaking the kiss and slowed his hand motions down.
He's really enjoying putting me through all of this torture, isn't he! Harry was so close now and Ron knew it. Ron sped up. Harry writhed and bucked up under Ron's touch, but Ron used his other hand to hold Harry's hips in place. Harry felt himself explode. Ron slowed his motions, making sure that he got all that he could out of his lover, and then stopped. He broke the kiss. "I...we...wow..." Harry managed and closed his eyes again. Ron took his hand off of Harry and licked the raven haired boy's essence off of it. "Mmmm.." Harry tasted sweet. Ron licked the rest off of the other boy and then put a blanket over the two of them.
Ron snaked an arm around Harry, spooning him from behind. He lay there, watching his boyfriend until he heard his breathing slow.
"I love you two, Harry." Ron kissed the back of Hary's neck before drifting off to sleep.