Ron spent the next week sending owls to foreign magical ministries and schools, asking if they had orphanages or orphans waiting to start their special education. All replied within days and each owl carried the same sad answer – no. When the final owl flew into his office at the ministry on a rainy Friday afternoon, Ron tossed the note into the trash and walked down the hallway into Harry's office. Kingsley Shacklebolt was there, hovering over Harry's desk and telling him to concentrate.

Kingsley turned when he heard the rap of Ron's knuckles against the doorframe. "Stop distracting my best Auror, Weasley. I know this is fun and games for the two of you, but we're still doing important work here. Step it up!" Sighing and running a hand over his bald head, Kingsley glanced between Harry and Ron, rolled his eyes, and then left.

"What the fuck is his problem?" Ron walked around Harry's desk and sat on the edge, looking down at him.

Harry leaned over, sighing, and put his head on Ron's leg. "I've been kind of distracted this week. I shouldn't have let myself be, though. I should have just… gotten over it."

Ron stroked Harry's hair affectionately. "It's okay, love."

Harry shook his head, saying nothing. He rolled his chair in front of Ron and wrapped his arms around Ron's shins. Ron looked down at his distraught Harry, caressing his cheek. Harry lifted his head slightly and pressed his open mouth to Ron's crotch, squeezing his lips around his covered cock. Ron gasped and tried to pull Harry away from his waist, but lost strength in his arms when Harry squeezed harder.

"Harry!" Ron hissed and grabbed his brown hair, pulling him away. "We're at work! Kingsley just came in yelling at you to concentrate." He pulled Harry up by his shirt and kissed him roughly. "We leave in an hour… keep it in your pants just a little longer, love."

Harry attached his lips to Ron's neck and sucked, eliciting a groan from Ron. Looping his arms around Harry's slim waist, Ron leaned his head away to expose more skin for Harry's lips.

"One day I'm going to fuck you brainless right on Kingsley's desk."

Ron chuckled and pushed Harry off him, gently. "Sounds like a plan, love." Stepping away and straightening his shirt, Ron winked. "I'll see you in an hour." He left Harry's office and went back to his own, grinning to himself.

An hour later Ron looked up from his desk to see Harry standing in his doorway, rubbing his palm over the swell in his pants. Ron raised his eyebrows and licked his lips, watching Harry for a moment before standing and pulling on his coat.

"Let's get you out of here so we can… take care of that."

Harry followed Ron closely to the elevator, pushing him inside and against the back wall when they reached it. Straddling one of Ron's legs, Harry rubbed his erection into Ron's thigh and took Ron's ear into his mouth.

Kingsley walked in before the doors closed and cleared his throat loudly. As the elevator jerked and began moving, Ron's eyes flew opened and landed on his boss.

"K-Kingsley," Ron bit back a moan as Harry's tongue danced around in his ear, "long time no see."

"You two are pathetic!" Kingsley crossed his arms and watched as Harry ignored his presence and continued lavishing Ron's ear with his tongue, causing Ron's eyes to flutter shut. "Have you even heard of professionalism?"

Ron nodded weakly, grabbing Harry's rocking hips and grinding his own growing erection into Harry's thigh. "We are very professional… sir," he groaned the last word as Harry pulled his mouth off of his ear.

"Kingsley, we're off duty. It's a Friday. We've had a bad week."

"Potter… you are impossible."

"Shacklebolt!" Harry pulled himself off of Ron and turned towards Kingsley. "You are an arse. Back the fuck off."

Kingsley's eyebrows shot up on his forehead as Harry yanked Ron off the elevator and into the atrium.

"Harry!" Ron chased Harry out of the Ministry. "Harry, slow down! What the hell do you think you're doing? Kingsley is your boss – our boss – and he's about to become Minister and you just told him to fuck off!"

Harry wrapped his arms around Ron and spun, landing them in their bedroom.

"Kingsley is a friend," Harry ground his erection into Ron's, "and he's saved my arse a thousand times. We joke around… he enjoys it. He likes seeing us together."

Ron blinked. "Did I mention you were flaunting an erection when you told him to fuck off?"

Harry reached his hand into Ron's pants and groaned. "I love it when you don't wear underwear."

"I know." Ron stepped away and removed both of their clothes with a flick of his wand, which he discarded on the floor as quickly as he had pulled it out of his jacket. Harry dropped to his knees and reached up behind Ron, gripping and squeezing his arse. Closing his eyes as Harry's tongue cupped his balls, Ron ran his hands down Harry's arms and brushed his fingers over familiar scars. "Harry – Merlin, no…" Ron protested as Harry grabbed his hips and tried to turn him.

"Do it," Harry breathed against Ron's aching cock and forced Ron to turn. Ron braced his hands against their dresser and hung his head down. Harry spread Ron's cheeks and ran his tongue up and down the valley between them as Ron cursed extensively.

"Fucking hate you, Harry…" Ron let go of the dresser with a shaky hand and rubbed the length of his throbbing cock.

Reaching around and fondling Ron's balls, Harry dipped his tongue between Ron's cheeks again, searching lower. Ron groaned and spread his legs so Harry had easier access as he continued stroking himself. Harry's tongue swirled expertly around Ron's arse.

"I love you," Harry blew across the wet skin he had been licking and stood, pulling Ron's hand away from himself.

"If you loved me, you wouldn't tease me so much," Ron rubbed his arse against Harry's stiff cock.

"You like it," Harry bit down on Ron's neck and grabbed Ron's cock, sucking and stroking. "You love it."

Ron nodded, tilting his head to the side. "Fuck me."

"Fuck you," Harry jerked a dresser drawer open and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Letting go of Ron, he opened it and smeared some gel over his fingers. "I will fuck you senseless, Weasley."

Ron moaned and leaned his head back against Harry's shoulder as two of Harry's slick fingers slid inside his arse.

"Oh fuck, Harry, please!" Ron groaned as Harry brushed his prostate. "Harry," he gasped loudly as Harry pushed in a third finger, "please, now, please."

"Beg," Harry pushed his fingers in deeper and Ron winced.

"Please," Ron leaned forward over the dresser, opening himself up.

"Yes," Harry pulled his fingers out slowly and wiped them over his cock, growling with desire as he saw Ron rolling his balls between his fingers. Holding Ron's hips, Harry pushed himself into Ron with maddening slowness. Then, reaching around and grabbing Ron's cock, Harry began thrusting deeply, pressing his forehead into Ron's back.

With each of Harry's hard plunges, the dresser shook and rattled against the wall. Ron dropped his head and gripped the edges of the dresser with white knuckles, shouting each time Harry drove into him. Harry came quickly, slamming into Ron, who slammed into the dresser, which slammed into the wall. Panting and grunting into Ron's back, Harry spilt himself into Ron, who squeezed his muscles around him, drawing out the pleasure.

As Harry's senses returned to him, he focused on his hand, moving it over Ron's cock with a speed that had Ron's eyes rolling back in his head.

"Fuck – Harry, fuck – yes!" Ron shuddered as Harry's movements overwhelmed him and he came onto the dresser, biting back a scream.

Harry slipped out of Ron and fell to the floor, pulling Ron down with him. Ron turned and leaned against the dresser, closing his eyes and catching his breath. Harry reached out a hand and caressed Ron's red cheeks tenderly.

"I love you."

Ron grinned and, without opening his eyes, leaned forward and found Harry's lips with his own. "I love you, too." Fumbling with the puddle of clothes on the floor next to him, Ron pulled out his wand and aimed a cleaning spell at the dresser behind him. "What was that you said about Kingsley liking to see us together?"

Harry laughed and fell backwards, splaying himself on their bedroom floor. "He likes seeing us together."

Ron crawled on top of Harry and kissed him briefly. "Kingsley is the straightest man I know."

"Same here. I didn't mean that he's gay, Ron. He just likes seeing us happy… we're friends. He's known us for a long time," Harry wrapped his arms around Ron's back, "and he gets a laugh out of it."

"Out of what?" Ron's tongue slid out of his mouth to lick across Harry's neck.

"Out of thinking that you fuck me every day."

Ron looked up. "Why does he think that?"

"Because I told him… I thought it would amuse him."

"You're a lying git. You're lying to the future Minister of Magic."

"Yeah… about my sex life, Ron. It's not life or death." Smiling, Harry lifted his head and brought Ron into a kiss.

"True… but maybe we should make sure you're not a complete liar." Harry blushed and Ron laughed. "Come on, mate." Ron stood and pulled Harry with him. "I'm going to fuck you senseless." Grinning, Ron pushed Harry onto the bed and then turned to grab the lube off the dresser. Facing the bed again, Ron found Harry sitting by the pillows and stroking his reawakening cock. Ron crawled across the bed and wrapped a hand around Harry's, helping him to stroke faster. "You are beautiful."

Harry blushed again and kissed Ron lightly, letting go of himself and reaching for Ron's stiffening cock instead. When they were both hard and panting against each other's lips, Ron sat up and Harry scooted down on the bed so that he was lying flat. After squeezing some cool lube onto his fingers, Ron tossed the tube aside and slid two fingers into Harry. Harry bent his knees and spread his legs, moaning quietly at Ron's intrusive fingers. Ron, his free hand under Harry to hold him up, watched Harry's face until it was relaxed. Then, grabbing Harry's legs and wrapping them around himself, Ron slid clumsily into Harry, biting his lower lip roughly.

"Harry," Ron gasped and thrust slowly, basking in the rare feeling of being buried in Harry's tight warmth. Lifting his hips against Ron's thrusts, Harry helped him to set a slow and steady rhythm. Harry arched his neck and clenched his eyes shut as he groaned through the pleasure surging through him. Holding off as long as he could, he had to touch himself when Ron brushed his prostate.

"Yes! There, right… there," Harry moaned desperately as Ron moved against the spot again. Stroking himself with rapid movements, he reeled in the orgasmic sensations moving up from his numb toes.

Ron, moaning and watching Harry's hand, pushed harder and deeper into him, feeling the familiar but sinfully good pleasure pooling in his middle. "Harry," Ron gasped and gripped Harry's hips tightly, "Harry, fuck, Harry!" Leaning forward to groan into Harry's quivering shoulder, Ron jerked his hips and came.

Harry squirmed under Ron's spent body as Ron's burning seed filled him. Whimpering, Harry frantically moved his hand faster, arching into Ron and silently begging for release. Ron, sitting up and panting, reached for Harry's cock and tugged on it roughly, ripping the orgasm out from Harry's shaking body, along with a growl from Harry's tense throat.

"Merlin…" Harry pressed his body into the mattress and breathed deeply, looking up and watching as Ron pulled out and lay down next to him.

"I love you," Ron whispered against Harry's ear.

Harry grinned and rolled onto his side. Flinging a leg over Ron's still-trembling body, Harry kissed his neck sweetly. "I love you, too. It's too early to sleep."

Ron chuckled and wrapped an arm around Harry. "I'm too exhausted for more sex."

Sitting up, Harry straddled Ron's legs and winked. "How about… I go make dinner. You nap and rest up. After dinner," he stood and, grabbing his wand, cast a cleaning spell over both of them, "I expect you to be fully recovered."

Ron nodded sleepily and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into his cool pillow. Smiling, Harry pulled on trousers and then made his way down to the kitchen.