A/N: I plead guilty to premature posting! Got a bit carried away by the lovely reviews. Of course in the morning I realized the chapter really wasn't good enough, and I'd broken my rule of not posting any chapter under 1000 words. I now present the new improved Chapter Four, and crave your indulgence that you'll read it.

I suppose I should warn for smut and slash as well, and my new favorite term: Roncest. Consider yourselves warned.

IV.

The kiss went on and on.

At first, Ron had made a muffled noise of protest and raised his arms, as though to push Other Ron away. However as the seconds ticked by, and Harry felt all the blood in his body attempting to rush into his cock at once, Ron began to make soft moans of pleasure into the kiss and his arms encircled his double rather than fending him off.

Other Ron gave an identical moan and pulled them more tightly together, one of his thighs pressing against both Ron's until he opened them and then they were locked together, rocking slightly, mirror images of bliss. Other Ron shifted his hands to Ron's chest and Harry thought for a moment that he was trying to break the embrace until Ron stiffened, and tipped his head back with a gasp, the movement revealing Other Ron's fingers pinching and twisting Ron's nipples through his shirt. Other Ron bent his head to kiss as much of Ron's neck as he could reach, his soft hair falling forward, darkly auburn in the dim light.

Harry suddenly realized he was moaning inaudibly himself, and at some point one of his hands had wandered to his own nipples and the other had begun stroking and squeezing his throbbing cock tightly through his jeans. He meant to stop and step away from Ron's back, but somehow the intent was lost and his feet brought him around so he could fully see both of them; and every line and angle of their intensity was beautiful to him.

He had, if he was totally honest with himself, thought about what Ron would look like stroking and touching and gripping himself, naked and arching off tangled sheets as he sighed and came; usually (if he was totally, totally honest) Harry was thinking this as he sighed and came himself.

The Boy Who Lived had deliberately never brought these thoughts out into the day, and they had never bothered him the way other thoughts had. If his teenage years had been less taken up with Defeating Voldemort And Saving Wizardkind (And The Gryffindor Quidditch Team), maybe there would have been more time for scrutiny of his sexual inclinations. As it was thoughts like Shit, Voldemort's determined to kill me and everyone I love and he's immensely powerful, and I'm actually going to have to die to defeat the noseless twat once and for all, what kind of a plan is that? (not to mention Snape was in love with my mum?!) left little room for agonizing over Imagining Ron naked having a world-class wank: somehow wrong or intensely erotic?

Watching two identical Rons obviously turning each other on perfectly was undoubtedly the horniest thing Harry had ever seen. If they don't stop soon I'm going to-

Other Ron finally tore his mouth away from his double's collarbone and rested their foreheads together. Both were swollen-lipped and panting. The sight was gorgeous, and Harry wanted more than anything to be sandwiched between them.

"So do you believe me now?"

"About what?"

Other Ron grinned. "About us being each other, mate."

The grin was returned. "Yeah. Nobody knows my body like I do, I get it. If we use the Time Turner again, go straight to this bit of the explanation, okay? That Ragmar Dorkins thing was far too confusing."

They laughed quietly, making Harry tingle again. He was still uncomfortably hard, but the kissing seemed to be over and he honestly wasn't sure what his physical body would do if his self in the Pensieve decided to have a quick five knuckle shuffle. Crap, did his physical body have a hard-on right now? What if someone from the party wandered into Regulus's old room and found him among the dusty boxes of their unused, unpacked memorabilia, bent over the Pensieve and aching with desire?

What if Ron found him like that? Fuck, that would be brilliant. I mean awfully embarrassing. No, I mean awfully, embarrassingly brilliant. I am not, not, thinking about Ron fucking me over the Pensive. No I'm not, Harry told himself sternly, squeezing his cock again.

"Right, help me get some fangs out of this stinking old serpent before Hermione decides to brave the mounds of maggots and intestines," said Other Ron, turning away from them and heading back towards the skull.

"Kill the mood, why don't you?" grumbled Ron as he followed. Harry stood breathing deeply for a couple of minutes, attempting to subdue his erection (Other Ron's last comment was helping) and thinking about what might happen when he finally did leave Pensieve and rejoin the party. Finally he trailed slowly after them, his head spinning with what felt like love and lust and revelation, his hands buried in his messy hair as though to hold the top of his head on.

The basilisk's gums seemed to have been the main thing keeping its teeth in, and as the black flesh had almost entirely rotted away the long curved fangs snapped out of the jaws easily. The pair swiftly gathered a good number, heads close together, talking softly and quickly. Harry had a moment of deja vu- it was like seeing Fred and George plotting, and he felt a pang of longing to see the twins together again.

"...so you need to bring the wall down in that corridor at exactly the right moment, and then get to the place where I used the Time Turner. And try not to be seen, that bit's really important, apparently," Other Ron was concluding with a grin. "Wait a couple of minutes after I leave here, then run for it."

"Right. What about you?" Ron asked, loading Other Ron's arms with basilisk fangs. "What's the huge mistake, anyway? What are you going to do?"

"Roooo-oooonnn! Ron? I'm coming in, you've been ages!" Hermione suddenly called in her Resolved Voice.

"Crap, I almost forgot she was there!" Ron whispered, causing Other Ron to stifle a snort, and Harry to actually cheer out loud this time.

"Don't worry mate, I'm going to fix it," Other Ron promised as he gave Ron a final quick kiss on the mouth and headed towards the doorway, "I'm going to go and tell her we're gay!"