As the first lights of morning crept through the window in Harry and Ron's dorm, Harry rose and gave a yawn and a groggy moan. The kind that means "Shit, it's time for class already?" Harry heard a faint snoring sound and turned fast to see Ron, back towards his partner and covers at his feet. Perfect. Three days had passed since Hermione and Harry's talk and Ron and Harry had already made up. Twice. Harry tip-toed across the room towards his drawers in search of something to wear.
What day is it? Harry reached for a pair of underwear, but thought better of it. A grin crept ear to ear across the Raven haired boy's face as he crept back towards his bed. Harry lie back down and wrapped his arms around the pale red head and buried his head in his shoulder.
"Ughnnnn.. What time is it?"
"Does it matter?"
"Cla…..class, Harry."
"I think this time it would be better if….if I stayed with you."
"Oh, Harry…" Ron turned to face his lover. "Why are you so wonderful to me?" Ron whispered as he drew Harry closer. Ron rested his head on the top of the black mop that belonged to The Boy Who Lived. Harry rolled left, playfully pulling the freckled boy on top of him. Harry looked up longingly at Ron, who crossed is arms and grinned wide.
"Tease" a voice called from the doorway.
"Holy-!" Ron fell fast and hard off of Harry and onto the floor. "Bloody hell!" Ron grabbed a pillow and covered himself before looking for the culprit of this sexual crime against him.
"HERMIONE!" Ron's cheeks were now scarlet.
"Get finished and-
"Mion-
"FINISHED AND PUT SOME CLOTHES ON."
"But Harry and I decided to sleep in this morning. Why do you have to ruin this for me!"
"We've got a situation. I don't care what you've decided, THIS IS OBVIOUSLY MORE SERIOUS!"
They finished in unison. Before Ron could open his mouth to retaliate any further, Hermione was out the door and Ron and Harry were alone again. Ron heard what sounded like a muffled cry and looked to Harry. He was laughing. Damn her.
"Merlin's Ghost, that was embarrassing."
"More like adorable. Come here" Harry grabbed Ron's arms and hoisted him back onto the bed. Harry smiled and pulled Ron back on top of him. Ron straddled him and gave a puzzled look.
"Ron!"
"Okay, okay!" Ron chuckled and hesitated just a little bit longer before closing the gap between them. Ron started to kiss the emerald eyed beauty, but instead gently bit his lovers' lower lip. Harry moaned softly and shot his hands out; groping at every inch of Ron's naked body. Ron had moved from Harry's lips to his neck, which he was now playfully licking and biting and sucking and kissing.
Harry's hands found the freckled boy's erection and settled. Harry suddenly flipped the red head onto his back and ran his hand quickly up and down his length. Rom moaned with pleasure as Harry took his member into his mouth. Harry swirled his tongue and flicked the tip as a slow stream of pre-cum oozed into his mouth. Ron arched his back and moaned and entangled a hand in unruly, raven hair.
"Harry!" Ron moaned as he released into Harry's mouth, who willingly took in the hot, sticky, salty mess and swallowed.
Afterwards, Harry and Ron lay next to each other, Ron stroking his lovers stomach.
"Do we really have to?" he asked. Harry sighed heavily and nodded.
The two were dressed within 30 minutes.
Ron and Harry headed quietly down to the Gryffindor common room. They calmed when they saw that no one was there save Hermione and themselves.
"Could you two have taken ANY longer?" Hermione sounded a bit angry.
"Well-
"Don't answer that." She said. "We have more important matters to attend to. Sit down, you two", Hermione motioned to a couple of overstuffed chairs and a couch next to her. When the boys were seated she continued. "So Malfoy has gone off of the map again." Ron sighed heavily. "Shut up. I think I may know where he's been hiding." Hermione smiled, almost self satisfactory.
"Well?" the boys asked in unison.
"Cute. Well, I've been studying his footsteps on the map for the past couple of days", Hermione lay the Marauders map on the table in front of them. " and they seem to disappear right about…here!" As Hermione spoke these words and pointed, Malfoys' footsteps re-emerged from the spot, seemingly out of thin air.
"The Room of Requirement!" Harry's eyes lit up, "I knew he was up to something!"
"Yes, now it's only a question of what he's been doing in there for so long." Hermione cut back in.
Footsteps sounded just outside of the common room painting and two familiar, engaged voices. "Sounds like Snape!" Ron looked grave. "Quickly, up to your dorms! Stay hidden!" Hermione whispered. They all ran back to their rooms quickly and quietly.
When they were back in their dormitory, Harry plastered his ear to the door in hopes of hearing the conversation below.
"Har-
"Shhh! Merlin! He's talking to Malfoy!"
"In our room?"
"Exactly, now be quiet!" Harry tried to shush Ron. But how did he get over here so fast? It's like he was -
The voices grew louder and then suddenly soft. Footsteps headed slowly up the stairs toward Harry and Ron. A whisper and a mumble. Harry moved carefully back towards his bed and Ron fumbled through Harry's belongings for something. The intruders were at the door now.
Snapes' voice sounded at last.
"There's nobody there."
"Are you sure? I could swear-"
"Positive."
The footsteps retreated and Harry and Ron waited for what seemed like hours until they dared to speak again.
Harry's scar was on fire and he was huddled in the corner screaming by the time Ron saw him.
"Are you okay?" Ron sounded.
The door flew open. Ron jumped up, wand at the ready. "Dean? Seamus?". The two boys bounded into the room, wands raised. "What's going on here? We heard a commotion and...Harry!?" Seamus ran to Harry's side, who was now slipping in and out of conciousness, screaming and thrashing about. "Someone call Madam Pomphrey!" Called out a voice that harry recognized as Rons.