"I'm not."
He had uttered the words so delicately that Harry had trouble even noticing Ron's lips move, but there was no need for it. As he felt Ron's hands tremble over his thin sweater, just at the end of his ribs, he knew it was okay. He felt it was good. And with that he kissed his friend again, on the lips, lightly biting the lower one and then seeking his light skin with his mouth.
Ron was feeling Harry's breath against his chin, as well as feeling himself heat up even though the cold around them where attacking. He moved both of his hand up against the others face, placing each palm against the frozen cheeks and smiled.
"We'll both catch colds, you know. Come with me." he said matter-of-factually, and almost demanding – as if Harry was obligated to do as he said. He figured that the liquor had done his self-esteem some good.
The quad seemed almost sinister this time of night and Harry couldn't help but imagine how easily someone could attack them from behind a pillar, a shrub or from the roof – if there was someone of that caliber at Hogwarts, that is. He saw that frost had started forming on the grass and could not help but to feel uneasy about it. Last year they would have been able to go swimming around this time. He now realized how chilled he was and began thinking of how nice a warm bath would be right about now. "I wonder what the password to the prefects bathroom is." he thought as Ron pulled his arm abruptly.
They sneaked through a side door into the castle and walked through the many empty dark corridors leading to the common room. Or so Harry thought, but as they were entering the room with the stairwell that would have taken them there, Ron just led him across the landing into a room with a table that seemed larger than the room itself.
"It's for faculty meetings." Ron said, as if he was reading Harry's confused mind. "Oh, okay." Harry said in unusually high-pitched and closed the door behind him. They where standing quite far from each other, as afar they would be able to without climbing furniture, and looked at each other. For some time this was all they did, and all anyone of them wanted to do. Then, seeking warmer pastures, Ron and his hands took two steeps forward and placed themselves around Harry's hips. As they slid up under the sweater Harry gasped at how cool they where, an inhaled deeply. They weren't rising high at all; they stayed at his hips which was actually just the slightest bend inwards. He could feel the top of his pelvic bone, and then thrusted himself towards Harry and at the impact they fell back and slammed up against the door. They could feel each others heartbeats. They could feel themselves growing hard as well, but in the moment it was more about the closeness than common adolescent arousal. Harry placed his arms around Ron's neck and interlocked them, clutching his hands around his own elbows, and leaned forward as well as tilted upwards on his toes the small distance required to make them kiss again.
After a while, they slid down the door, and sat next to each other, close. They didn't do much at all, exchanged casual conversation at points, 'til Harry rested his head on Ron's shoulder and slowly drifted off into sleep, not realizing that Ron had been there himself for several minutes. He didn't dream ill that night, not that he remembered anything at all when the morning sun reached in through the window at the crack of dawn to awaken him. He elbowed Ron slightly.
"We should go. We've been gone all night."
Ron, leaning on what looks like some sort of filing cabinet, looks in a confused mist around the room, recognizing his whereabouts. Harry, who is at his feet, helps to pull Ron upon to his and they
tip-toe out of the room and up the stairs. They don't hear much at all, and Harry quickly figures that no one is up yet when he sees a house-elf scrubbing the stairwell. He nods greetingly at the elf as it looks at them with some bewilderment, probably acknowledging to itself the unusual circumstance it's experiencing. It must be to early and to late for students to normally be lingering in the halls, and Harry figures to himself that he almost never have seen house-elfs out and about in the castle, with the exception of Dobby's extracurricular activities. The Fat Lady is sleeping when they get to her, and in an unexpected flare of intellect Harry attempted whispering the password in hear ear, hoping it would not, so to say, awaken the beast. When the portrait flung open without as much as a word from the portrait, he tried to high-five Ron, who missed Harry's hand greatly.
One of the red-haired twins where sleeping on the couch intertwined with Angelina as they sneaked in. Harry glimpsed at the watch on the wall and could see that the hour was no more that around five in the morning – people would not start getting up for at least one, one and a half hours.
"My head hurts." Ron said quietly. "Like, smashed with a hammer-hurt."
Harry couldn't help but to smile slightly at this rite of passage-moment and helped his friend, his love, up the stairs and to bed. He seemed to somehow be both still drunk and hungover at the same time, as well as half-asleep.
As they entered the room he could see Neville turning over and looking towards him for a moment before dozing of again. Ron laid himself down on his bed, fully clothed and felt like never leaving. Harry took in the room to see that everyone was actually asleep and then help him to undress. He tried to pull his shirts over his head but they got stuck halfway leaving fiery hair visible at the top and a strained face on the other side. Slightly laughing he gave the shirts a jerk and they flew of him and Ron once again laid down on the bed.
Harry watched the pale torso contrast against the red spread. Ron had freckles over his shoulders, slightly trickling down his chest to then fade out into almost non-existence as the ribs end. The skin was stretched between his ribs and belt and slightly bent inwards with the vaguest hint of musculature, which Harry looked intensely at as he unbuckled Ron's belt and pulled the jeans of him. His thighs where as pale as paper and almost completely hairless, though in the light he could see hints of blonde or pale-red hair silhouetting, and then growing more dense as he traced Ron's legs downwards with his eyes. He left the socks on, turned towards his own bed and took up a blanket to lay on Ron. As it fell he glanced at the shape inside Ron's dark gray underwear and felt nervous before his need for sleep hit him furiously hard, like a cylinder block. They had probably only slept for around three hours, and they wouldn't be able to catch many more before everyone would be up and about.
As Harry undressed and pulled back his bedspread he wondered when he and Ron would be able sleep next to each other again, wanting it. As he tucked himself in and laid himself on his side, facing Ron's bed, he could see him open those green eyes in a daze. He felt his own close before he could see Ron's do the same.