Ron rolled over on his old mattress; the small bed creaked slightly. Harry was snoring deeply at the other side of the room. The red-haired boy opened his eyes slowly and sunlight, piercing through the broken glass of his window, beamed into his eyes. Quickly, he raised two fists to his eyes and rubbed them. Reaching for the pocketwatch on his bedside table with one hand, he stuffed the other into his pillowcase. It was 6:05 on the morning of September the 1st and Ronald Weasley was about to read his letter from the dashing Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum, for the fifteenth time in three days.
He sat up and leant back on his headboard, staring down at the piece of parchment in his hands. His eyes slowly moved from side to side of the letter as Ron read it through once more. The handwriting was perfect. It wasn't in anyway scruffy, no mistakes had been made and there were no crossings out on the parchment.
Harry stirred a little, then rolled over to face Ron, opening his eyes. The brilliant green eyes stared at the parchment in Ron's hands for a few moments before looking intently at the boy holding it.
"Good mornin'," The sixth Weasley said to his best friend. He held up his watch, "Back to school today" he said, grinning. Cheerfully, he leapt up from his bed and strolled over to his old school trunk. Opening it, he lifted up some of his clothes and carefully placed the letter underneath them, so it wasn't easily accessible. He turned on his heels and saw Harry was now standing up; he left Harry standing there and flung open his bedroom door.
Bounding down the many stairs at least two at a time, Ron made his way to the kitchen. Half of his family, and his other best friend Hermione, were already eating their breakfast. He slipped into a chair between Hermione and his older brother, Fred, who was deep in conversation with his twin, George. Eventually, Harry appeared at the bottom of the stairs and sat down next to Ron.
"Right," Mrs Weasley's voice piped up, as she handed out some bacon, "you all need to be ready by at least ten thirty, so we can get to Kings' Cross at least ten minutes early, yes?" All of them nodded, except Fred and George, who were still chattering away. Everyone began gobbling down their breakfast.
"Quickly now! All of you through the gateway, Fred, George, you two first, hurry!" Mrs Weasley's shrill voice rang through Kings' Cross station as she shouted to her children, who clearly weren't paying much attention. Ron rushed through the barrier next, with Hermione and Harry close behind. They were on Platform 9 ¾. Harry spotted a ravishing blonde young man, and ran up to his boyfriend, landing a quick kiss on his lips.
The Weasleys and their friends packed their trunks, and animals, onto the train, and got on it themselves, finding their own compartments whilst waving a solemn goodbye to Mrs Weasley.
Ron, Harry and Hermione walked down the train and squeezed into a free compartment. Ron put his small bag into the shelf above his head, and slipped out two magazines. He sat down on his seat and opened both of them, putting one in front of the other.
A tall boy holding a toad, and a red-haired girl knocked on the compartment door, "Hey Neville" Hermione opened it letting them in, "Hi Ginny." Ron's sister glided in and sat down next to Harry, smiling.
A few hours passed and the old witch who pushed the food trolley had passed them at least five times. None of them had bought anything though. Hermione stood up, quickly explaining that she needed to go to the toilet, she beckoned for Ginny to follow her and the two girls left the compartment. Ron's eyes were fixed totally on the magazine he was holding, so he didn't seem to notice Harry and Neville either side of him till Harry tapped him on the shoulder. Just then, there was a knock at the compartment door. All three boys turned to see a tall, skinny, stunning, SEXY blonde figure step in, Draco Malfoy.
"Hey gorge-," the Slytherin leant forwards, about to kiss his boyfriend, when something else caught his eye. There was a nude, moving, Viktor Krum masturbating on the magazine in Ron's hands. Ron and Neville's eyes remained fixed on the picture, even when Draco tried to force the magazine out of Ron's hands to get a better look. He soon gave up and instead lifted Harry to his feet, and almost threw him onto the other seat, oppsite where the two mesmerised boys sat.
Licking his lips, The Boy Who Lived stared longingly up at his boyfriend. Draco lunged forwards and pushed his lips so hard against Harry's that the raven-haired boy whacked his head on the wall behind. The blonde forced his tongue through both of their lips and explored Harry's mouth, something he hadn't been able to do since the Quidditch World Cup. Harry pulled at Draco's shirt and wrenched it straight off, a few buttons breaking off too. His hands ran up and down Draco's back until they found the top of his trousers, but the Slytherin had other ideas, he pulled Harry's shirt off with so much force that it tore a bit. He could feel his boyfriend's hardness against his own and began grinding into him, still with his tongue on it's adventure.
Ron finally pulled away from the trance of the magazine and was now looking intently at the two boys in front of him, before turning to Neville, who was doing the same. It was instinct, both boys leant in at the same time. Hands were placed on laps. Cocks were getting hard. Shirts being thrown off, torn, buttons gone. Trousers wrenched from waists, boxers doing the same. The blow of a train whistle.