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Title: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Presents: "Stuck-On-You"

Summary: Harry and Ron get caught in an "accidental" explosion of Fred and George's new Stuck-On-You potion. The only problem is, they haven't created a cure yet.

Warnings: GAY, accidental eyefuls, mutual pining, swearing, insinuation

Here is part 2!

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Part 2:

It had been said often during the years that Harry and Ron were joined at the hip. Of course Harry never expected it to happen quite so literally. But here they were, sitting on the lounge at Grimmauld place stuck together at the hip.

On the lounge across from them sat Hermione who was trying (and failing) to keep in her giggles.

"Hermione! This isn't funny!" Harry grumbled. "We really need you help!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I honestly don't know if I would be able to help. It was the twins creation, not mine."

Ron groaned. "You can't do anything?"

Hermione shook her head. "I'm sorry. You're just going to have to sit tight until the twins create the antidote - or it wears off – whichever comes first."

Ron grumbled angrily, swearing at the twins under his breath.

"All I can do is let Harry's boss know the unusual circumstances and get him the time off work until this is resolved. In the meantime, you two better get used to each other. You are about to get to know the other very well..." she trailed off meaningfully and stood up. "I will talk to you later."

Once she left Ron turned to Harry.

"Mate..." he flushed red. "I need to – ah – use the bathroom..."

Ten incredibly embarrassing minutes later Ron and Harry found out something else rather embarrassing.

There was no way to turn their backs to the other.

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It wasn't until later on that night that something else dawned on them. With all the stress and frustration over the fact that they were stuck together they didn't realise they were stuck together. They would have to share a bed.

Laying side by side they stared up at the peeling ceiling.

Ron cleared his throat. "Goodnight Mate."

"Goodnight Ron." Harry replied.

Neither could ignore the way their hips and legs were pressed together. Sleep soon claimed them and they drifted away into black nothingness. The heat of each others bodies followed them into the night, shown with how they woke.

Harry was pressed in close to Ron, strong arms wrapped around him. His face was tucked into Ron's neck, arms also wrapped around a narrow waist. Much to Harry's mortification something hard was pressing into his stomach. Heat flooded through Harry and to make things worse, something hard of his was pressing into Ron's leg.

Fuck.

Harry fervently wished away his morning-wood, slowly trying to extract himself from Ron's tight grip.

Relief flooded through him when he got free without Ron waking (including rolling Ron back onto his back). Harry lay on his back in silence as he waited for Ron to finally wake up.

As sleep left his brain yet another thing dawned on Harry.

Showers.

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If they thought using the toilet was awkwardly intimate then that has nothing on showering together.

Both boys kept their eyes high in the room and away from each other. They took turned standing under the spray, fumbling for the soap to was their bodies. This seemed to work well until Ron dropped the bar of soap.

They both immediately looked down at the bar of soap sitting innocently on the tiled floor.

"Fuck!" Ron swore and immediately looking back up at the ceiling.

Harry followed, green eyes staring at the shower head intently. "Yeah, shit. Just..."

With a little of maneuvering Ron was able to bend down and pick up but not without copping a bit of an eyeful. Part of him couldn't help but admire what a nice eyeful it was indeed.

Ron was quick to stand up and handed Harry the bar of soap. He hoped to Merlin that Harry didn't noticed.

(He did)

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