Hereit is. Chapter 11 of this Fanfiction. Now we will be going back to Harry's P.O.V. I would like to thank Jaime (J. R. Westmore), My BETA for doing something that I haven't got a chance in hell of doing. Also the first reviewer's name will show up in here so keep a look out!
Now that Ron had told Harry that he loved him, Harry felt amazing. He was amazed at how even after everything he had been through - losing Cedric, getting depressed, self-harming and more - Harry still got another shot at happiness. This time, he was not going to lose it. After losing Cedric, Harry knew that he wouldn't know what to do with his life if he lost Ron as well. If he was being honest, Harry had loved Ron from the moment he saw him on that train 4 years ago. Of course, at the time, Harry had just though it was friendly love, like the love between two close friends, or siblings. Recently though, Harry had come to realize he had been wrong. The crippling depression which was a result of losing Cedric had given Harry a lot of time to think, as he had wanted to spend less time in the company of others. The more he thought, the more he realized; Ron's was the one voice he could not simply tune out, and Ron was the one person who could really make him feel some resemblance of happy. He came to realize that with Ron, his heart, though still damaged, could be put back together. He realized that his heart, in truth, belonged to Ron. Some of it would stay with Cedric, as he was Harry's first serious boyfriend, and the first person Harry knew to truly love him. But the rest of it belonged to Ron and Harry just wanted to give the red-head his heart, and steal Ron's in turn. But of course, it wasn't as simple as that. Harry still loved Cedric, and as far as he had known at the time, Ron was straight as arrow. The apparent unavailability of his best friend had caused Harry's depression to worsen at first, but he later came to accept that being his friend could be enough. So when Ron had confessed his love for him, Harry had been so shocked and elated, that for one wonderful moment, he had forgotten all about the fiasco with Cedric and Draco. He felt guilty about this once the shock wore off, but, amazingly, he found that the depression did not return. He did not feel the need to take out his pain and misery on his flesh, and even though he felt guilty, he could not help but smile. With Ron, he was truly happy again. He knew that in the end, everything would be alright. But one horrible thought came with loving Ron, and this is something Harry thought, every night, when he was cuddled up to Ron in his four poster bed "What if Cedric doesn't think I love him anymore?" This thought would plague him until he drifted off to sleep and it would still linger there, quietly, taking over in his mind every day all day. But Harry didn't let this one tiny thought get to him because all he had to do was look at Ron to be reminded that everything would be okay. Harry just hoped that Cedric knew that he was happy with Ron and that they loved each other very much. And they did. Since they got together, they'd spent every day together, either wandering around the grounds of the school or cuddled in a chair in front of the fire place in the common room. Harry loved doing everything with Ron and would keep him all to himself if he could, but unfortunately there were classes to be attended, and not all of them were the same. Parting was difficult for both of them, but for Harry especially, since he always worried that something may happen to Ron while out of his sight. Every time they left each other, Harry would summon up a miniature white rose, which was perfect in every way and slip it into Ron's robe pocket, as a reminder that to him, their love was perfect, and pure. And every time he did this Ron's eyes filled with happiness, Harry could just see it, blazing away in him, wanting to get out, wanting to show the whole world his love for the boy who lived. But unfortunately he couldn't, as Professor Dumbledore had warned them both to keep their relationship within school grounds - at least until Rita Skeeter had stopped poking around. Once she lost interest in the goings-on of Hogwarts, the two could be as public as they wish, but for the time being, everyone had been sworn to secrecy. Those few who had refused had their memories modified, and would have to deal with being left 'out of the loop.'
Harry had just had to part from Ron, as the latter had an hour of Charms, while Harry had a free period. Harry walked slowly to the library, knowing he should at least attempt to study for the upcoming Potions test, although he didn't think he could get much done while waiting for Ron. Luckily for Harry, the Library was just down the corridor from the charms classroom. He turned into the Library and saw that is was empty apart from a small Slytherin girl, who sat at the table in the middle, her wand in her right hand, a book in her left. She was dark skinned and had short black hair, which fell just above her shoulder blades. Harry looked at her and walked quickly into the maze of bookcases to try and find the potions book that Professor Snape had ordered them to bring to the next lesson. He intended to learn it from cover to cover. Harry bent down and looked on the bottom shelf for the book. Just a few seconds later, Harry had found it, right next to a copy of an old edition of "Witch Weekly" and a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" Harry brushed the book off, ridding it of a thick layer of dust. This book did not appear to have been touched in decades. Harry walked out of the bookcases and sat down opposite the Slytherin girl, opening the book to page one. His eyes did not leave that book, in fear of forgetting something in potions and losing house points for Gryffindor. About half an hour into the reading, the Slytherin girl started to tap Harry on the shoulder, with her wand. Harry tried to ignore her, but she persisted in tapping his shoulder repeatedly. He decided he could not ignore her forever, but was not pleased with the interruption. He addressed the girl stiffly without looking up from his book.
"Yes?" He asked in a monotone voice. He thought he sounded a bit like Snape at this point and that made him shiver to the bone.
"Hi I'm Anica, and I just wanted to tell you that what you are Ronald Weasley are doing is quite frankly amazing. I have never seen two wizards that are so proud to be themselves and not let anyone or anything drag them down. I just wish more wizards and witches had to same courage you two have to show the world who they are" The witch now known as Anica said.
Harry looked up at her and smiled "Well, thank you Anica! That was very kind. Not like a Slytherin at all." Harry told the girl, shocked and amazed that there was a Slytherin, right here, with a kind and honest heart.
"Mr. Potter, just because I am in Slytherin house, doesn't mean I am nasty and evil. That is just a stereotype." The witch retorted. Harry knew she had raised a fair point. Not all Slytherin's are evil and cold-hearted. He felt guilty, knowing full well the prejudice and pain that stereotypes could cause.
"You're right, I'm sorry." Harry said shamefully, looking down at the table and remembering his studies. "Well, thank you again, Anica. You really are very kind. But I have a test coming up, so if you would be ever-so kind as to excuse me, I really must be getting back to my reading." Harry explained, gesturing to his book, and trying to be as polite as possible to the kind girl after the horrible impression he had just made. To his relief, Anica simply smiled and nodded, leaving him to his work.
Harry scrolled down the page, looking for where he had left off before the Slytherin had tried to make conversation with him. He looked and looked down both pages but nothing he saw popped out to him. He looked again and again until finally he got so annoyed with the book that he slammed it shut and threw it in his bag without renting it out first. He looked at his wrist watch that Hermione had given him on his 14th birthday and saw that he only had a few minutes left now until Ron came out of charms. Harry started to run quickly to the other end of the corridor so that he was waiting outside the classroom for Ron when he came out. Harry got there just in time, the school bell ringing just as he arrived. The door to the charms classroom swung open and students came rushing out. Ron was in the middle, with Dean and Neville talking to him. Ron noticed Harry there almost immediately, and he ran straight into his arms and kissed him softly on the lips.
"That must have been the most boring hour of my life!" He whispered quietly and softly into Harry's ear. This comment made Harry giggle a little bit.
"Tell me about it! I just spent the hour in the Library studying" Harry groaned softly.
"Oh Merlin, please don't tell me you are turning into Hermione because if you are we are over" Ron chuckled loudly, just to let Harry know he was joking.
Harry laughed at this remark and pushed Ron gently, making him stumble over himself and fall to the ground in a heap. When Harry had stopped laughing he offered Ron his hand and pulled his boyfriend back up.
"No don't worry I'm not. Where is she by the way? I haven't seen her since this morning when she ran out of breakfast." Harry asked worriedly. He, Ron and Hermione hadn't spent so much time apart since first year, and it was unsettling not having her around, nagging in their ears. Admittedly, though, it was nice to have some time alone.
"Last I heard she had a triple lesson of History of Magic, She said she needed them to catch up, I dunno" Ron shrugged with a small smile on his face.
"Well she is probably still there, so what do you want to do?" Harry asked, winking at his boyfriend.
Ron didn't reply. Instead, he grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him into the Charms classroom, which was empty as all the students had left and Professor Flitwick would have gone off to the Staff room. When they had both got into the door, Ron slammed it shut with a lot of force and locked it quickly. He walked slowly over to Harry and pushed him up against the opposite wall.
Harry started to kiss Ron passionately, with his tongue in his mouth, trying to force control as Ron's tongue felt like it was doing a little dance. Harry wanted to explore every inch of Ron's mouth and wasn't going to stop until he had. He placed one of his hands onto the back of Ron's head and the other one firmly onto Ron's ass, squeezing it so hard that it made Ron squeal in either pleasure or pain.
While Harry was doing this, Ron had both of his hands on Harry's shirt, trying to undo the buttons and get the shirt off of him and onto the floor. After trying each of the buttons and having no luck on any of them, Ron finally grabbed each side of them and ripped it off so forcefully that the shirt ripped into two separate pieces. Ron then moved onto the trousers which were, thankfully, easy to get off. They dropped to the floor in a bundle and the sight that was in front of Ron right now made his member twitch and harden with excitement. There stood Harry Potter, in nothing but tight scarlet briefs, which were so tight and thin that it didn't leave much to the imagination. They were so thin that they only just covered Harry's member and left his trimmed pubic area on full show. Ron then pulled away from Harry and started to kiss every inch of Harry's body, all the way down to his cock, which had started to get hard. Ron then reached Harry's cock and started to kiss it through Harry's briefs. Ron smiled as he felt Harry's cock reach full hardness and Ron could not resist the urge to pull Harry's underpants down and suck him off. He licked the full length of Harry's cock, making Harry moan in pleasure and then he started to suck it, deep and fast.
Harry's body coursed with pleasure and made him want to come right there and then but he managed to hold it in. He flung his head back, letting Ron work his way around his cock and filling him with pleasure as he did it. Harry let out a loud moan of pleasure as Ron started to play with his balls softly. Harry felt amazing, like all his senses had heightened and he wanted more of what he was getting, He wanted so much more from Ron. He pulled Ron's head away from his cock and made him stand up.
Harry moved closer to Ron and started to unbutton his shirt slowly. Harry wanted to just rip all of Ron's clothes off and have his wicked way with him but he knew he also wanted to go slowly and savour the moment as this was the first time he was going to intentionally see Ron naked. Harry had seen Ron naked loads of times before but it was never a conscious decision, like in the shower when he was all wet and soapy, or when Ron was in his bed, wanking off and moaning and Harry had walked in on him. Harry finally came to the last button and the shirt fell to the floor. Harry then bent down and undid Ron's trousers and they as well fell to the floor. Unlike Harry, Ron wasn't wearing any underwear at all so Harry got a full view of Ron's twitching hard cock which had pre-cum dribbling down it. Harry didn't waste any time in licking Ron's cock and the pre-cum along with it. Harry ran his hand along Ron's ass and then started to play with his entrance, making Ron squirm and pant in pleasure.
"Harr-Harry!" Ron moaned, "fi-finger m-me! Please!" Ron begged so desperately that it made Harry even more turned on, if that was possible. He had actually made Ron Weasley beg to be fingered.
Harry got up and walked over to his trousers and picked them up. His hand dove into the pocket of them and pulled out his wand. The trousers once again fell to the floor and Harry walked around to Ron's ass. He pointed his wand at Ron's bare ass and suddenly Ron's entrance was coxed in Lube. Harry dropped his wand on the floor and started to slowly finger Ron, not wanting to hurt him. His finger moved easily into Ron's ass. Harry heard Ron gasp in pleasure and his whole body once again shivered, from head to toe. Harry knew he was doing it right so now he started to move his finger, taking it in and out.
"Mo-more" Ron panted over the gasps of pleasure he was emitting.
Harry started to push another finger into Ron's ass and this made Ron scream with pleasure. Harry knew that Ron was enjoying this and He was enjoying it as well. He started to push his fingers in hard and fast, not letting anything distract him from it.
Harry didn't notice that while He was fingering Ron, Ron was also wanking himself off to the pleasure Harry was giving him. It was only when Ron gasped loudly and the cum shot onto the floor that he noticed. Ron started to try and regain his breath and Harry pulled out of Ron. He spun Ron around the kissed him passionately once more.
"Tha-That was great" Ron gasped, kissing Harry back while cupping his balls.
So there was one of the smut chapters. At this point I have no idea how many chapters there will be, I am just going with the flow at the moment. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, seeing as it was my longest one. I am hoping to do a really long chapter soon; I just need to get the smutty side of my mind to produce more. Please review!