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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger
  Additional Tags:
      Hermione_Bashing, Outdoor_Sex, Top!Ron, Bottom!Harry, glasses_fetish,
      Ejaculate
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-19 Words: 2899
****** In which Hermione gets it wrong ******
by Dane_Wilshire
Summary
     First Lines Challenge #6: He's gone and it's all your fault.
     Here there be outdoor sodomy.
     Ron nodded and scooted a bit closer to Harry. “I know you like to be
     private and secretive and mysterious. Honestly, Harry, it’s getting
     to me. I don’t know how much longer I can go along with it. ...
“He's gone and it's all your fault,” Hermione Granger screeched at the lanky
redhead across the Gryffindor common room whilst pointing an accusing wand in
his general direction. She had heard voices, arguing voices, and got out of bed
to investigate. She felt it was her duty as a Prefect to get to the bottom of
the quarrel brewing in “her” house. As she descended the stairs from the girls’
dormitory, she could clearly make out that the voices belonged to her two best
friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley…and they were in quite an agitated state.
The last thing she heard Harry say before he stalked out through the portrait
hole was, ‘I’m going and I need to be alone.’
The common room was dimly lit, as most of the lamps had been turned low for the
night. The fire was on it last embers before dying out. The room smelt of
waning charcoal, dusty tapestries, old leather, and chilled night air. Ron
stood stock-still near the hearth staring at the back of the Fat Lady painting,
through which his best mate had recently exited. Despite the tapestries and
sofas and rugs covering the stones, Ron could still hear Harry’s voice echoing
in his ears, ‘I’m going and I need to be alone.’
Hermione stepped down the last few stairs before launching into the rest of her
tirade. Her voice became loud enough to wake even the Slytherins in their
dungeon. “We made him a pledge, Ronald! We promised him we would stand by him.
You also promised me that you would try to keep him out of trouble…especially
after the Septumsempra incident with Malfoy and detention with Snape! Yet there
you stand dumb as a post and let him wander out of here on his own. How could
you?”
Ron turned slowly around to face the bushy-haired harpy berating him. The
flickering lamplight glossed his coppery, dishevelled hair. His bathrobe was
rumpled and askew on his shoulders; it hung open from his prominent collarbone
to almost his navel, revealing his smooth and freckled chest. Even in the dull
light, his red-rimmed, cloudy blue eyes could be clearly seen. With only the
slightest movement of his right wrist, he flicked up his wand and thought two
quick phrases: Epoximise and Vacuus Vocis.
Hermione stopped abruptly in her advance towards Ron. Her feet felt like she
had stepped in tar, and she was stuck in place. She then realized that though
her mouth and jaw were moving, she was utterly silent. Ron, for his part,
simply gaped at her.
“See, I can do wordless magic, Miss Granger,” Ron said with a small sneer.
“Brilliant as you may be, for once, you have abso-fucking-lutely no idea what
you’re ranting about! Would you kindly…SHUT…THE HELL…UP?” It was now Hermione’s
turn to stand and gape. She was aware of the famous Weasley temper, but she had
never before been such an immediate target.
“I think it’s time for you to take a lesson, ‘Mione. What you interrupted, and
so badly timed I add, was a private row between Harry and me. If you hadn’t
come barging in here with your wand ready to kill, I wouldn’t have to now go
upstairs and change….I wouldn’t have to go searching the grounds in the middle
of the bloody damn night. If you had left well enough alone, Harry and I could
have settled this in just a few more minutes,” Ron shouted at his other long-
time friend, nearly matching her earlier intensity.
He held up two long fingers barely inches apart from one another before saying,
“I was this close to talking some sense into him. Didn’t think that dumb-as-a-
post and thick-as-a-brick Ron could actually handle it alone, did ya? So what
do you do? You come in like a raging Erumpent, and scare Harry off into the
night. So if anything, Miss Nosy-Know-It-All, it is your fault!” The furious
redhead began stalking off toward the stairs, then turned suddenly. “And yes,
I’m going to leave you stuck to the floor and slack-jawed until we get back…so
you can apologise.”
Even though Ron had stomped up the stairs, he entered the sixth-year boys’
dormitory quietly. He quickly changed into jeans and a jumper, pulled on his
trainers, and just as quietly left the room. He decided to make a little show
for Hermione’s sake and stomped down the steps and out through the portrait-
hole. He didn’t even give her a sideways glance on the way out.
As he made his way through the dark and silent castle, he knew he wouldn’t have
to do much searching in order to find Harry. The sound of his footfalls made
faint echoes through the stone corridors, down the many flights of stairs, and
out through the massive oak doors. He didn’t even care about Mrs. Norris or
Filch. His determination was like a force field ahead of him dispelling any
obstacle. Ron crossed the great lawns and fields quickly with loping strides of
his long and powerful legs. He went down a hill towards the lake then veered
off to the right, skirting the edge of the Quidditch Pitch, almost as if by
intuition.
On the far side of the lake, opposite Hogwarts Castle, was a small cove
surrounded by trees with a deep and broad pebbled beach. That’s where he found
Harry Potter sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms clasped
around his knees, his chin resting on his fists.
Harry heard Ron’s approach and stiffened in spite of himself. He didn’t want to
fight, but he would be ready if he had to. He didn’t move otherwise. He just
sat hunched over his knees staring at the castle across from and high above
him. When he knew Ron was close behind him he spoke. “Ron, I told you I needed
some time alone. I’ll be fine out here. I just need to think about it.”
“I know, Harry. And you know I would normally let you have that time, but it
seems our discussion woke Hermione,” Ron said as he sat down next to Harry. The
moonlight tinted Harry’s untamed black hair with the oddest blue glow, but the
way Harry sat his face was in shadow. Ron continued, “I’m going to have to pay
for the way I hexed her, but I’ll deal with that later. Look at me, Harry?”
Ron’s words did get Harry to look up, mostly out of curiosity. He was fighting
to keep a smile from forming on his puffed lips as he asked, “What did you do?”
Ron laughed and beamed at his best mate, “You might even be proud of me, Harry.
I finally did wordless magic, and barely even moved my wand. I…well…I glued her
to the floor with an Epoximise and I’m not sure where her voice went. I didn’t
even know I knew Vacuus Vocis.” Ron blushed at the admission, realising that he
wasn’t quite sure of the spells. “I might need your help undoing them, matter
of fact. She’s not going anywhere, though, and we need to finish our talk.”
Harry sighed and nodded. He dropped his head so Ron couldn’t see him smiling.
He was proud that Ron had done wordless magic. He was even rather impressed
with the spells as Ron explained them. He was always proud of whatever Ron did.
Harry exhaled again before continuing, “Ron, I’m just worried about it is all.
What would everyone say? It’s not so much that I worry about what they would
actually say…I’m concerned about how we’d be treated.”
Ron nodded and scooted a bit closer to Harry. “I know you like to be private
and secretive and mysterious. Honestly, Harry, it’s getting to me. I don’t know
how much longer I can go along with it. I will if that’s what you want,
but…well, I really wouldn’t mind if our friends knew. Do you know how difficult
it is not telling anyone when you’re in love? And that Harry Potter, the most
powerful and amazing wizard of this age is also a dead sexy bloke and a damn
fine kisser? And, that of everyone else out there, he chose me?!” Ron looked up
and into Harry’s misty green eyes. Ron’s voice softened and had a bit of a
quiver when he added, “And…that he means more than the world to me?
“I don’t care if anyone treats me any differently, Harry,” Ron continued. “Sad
as it is to say, they’re always going to treat you differently because of that
blinking scar. In the wizarding world, it’s not like you told me how the Muggle
world is. It’s not so strange for two men or two women to be together. Yeah,
there are some soft-headed bastards out there who will. You can bet a sickle
that the Malfoys are in that lot.
“I told you that I’m going to stand by you…right beside you…with everything we
have to face. I don’t want to fight with you, Harry. You tell me to keep it
between us…for now… and I will. Just, please, tell me you forgive me for
pushing you and we can kiss and make up. Then we can go back to the common room
and figure this out.”
Harry’s green eyes twinkled in the moonlight from the tears that gathered in
them. He had turned to face Ron as he spoke, and Harry’s lips were twitching.
Never before had tears meant happiness to Harry Potter, but his sixth year at
Hogwarts was proving to be a life-altering one. Acting on instinct and pure
emotion, Harry lunged at Ron and threw his arms around him. They both tumbled
backwards on the smooth pebbles and Harry covered Ron’s freckly cheeks with
kisses.
Harry raised himself up on his arms to look down into Ron’s face. “How can I
say no to that? I’m damn lucky to have met you Ron…and even luckier that you
feel like that.” Harry then lowered his perpetually chapped lips to Ron’s
plump, smooth ones and kissed him deeply. Their tongues slid into and around
each other’s in exploration and declaration. Breaking the kiss Harry kept their
faces close and their eyes intent as he whispered, “There’s nothing to forgive
you for, Ron. Better than a kiss-and-make-up, how about shag-and-make-up?
You’ve just made me The-Boy-Who-Got-Horny.” With that, Harry ground his hips
down into Ron’s, mashing their erections together in sublime friction.
Ron let out a groaning sigh as his pelvis automatically rose up to match the
pressure from Harry. Ron’s large hands slipped from Harry’s small waist down to
cup the muscled mounds of his arse. Ron revelled in the feeling of the strong,
ample cheeks flexing under his fingers. “Sure…Harry…if you’re sure,” Ron
rasped.
“Oh, definitely,” Harry replied in a husky voice. Harry leaned back into Ron’s
cupped hands pulling Ron up as he rose. He grasped Ron’s hand as it slipped
from his butt, “Let’s move up to some softer ground.” Harry led his best mate
by the hand to the moss covered ground just a few feet away and a bit more into
the trees.
They fell onto the ground with a soft thud and quickly took up where they left
off, lips and hands eagerly exploring one another. Ron’s long fingers and
strong hands were pulling at Harry’s clothes just as much as Harry’s nimble
fingers were pulling at Ron’s. They made swift work of removing their garments
and let their eyes and fingers enjoy the view for a moment. The boys sat on
their knees facing each other.
Ron let his eyes roam over the sight before him. Harry’s forever messy, thick
black hair…hair as soft as a lullaby. Harry’s slightly oval face…the hooded
green eyes…the prominent dip to his upper lip in contrast to the full bottom
lip. Lips he craved to kiss. Harry’s long, thick, strong neck…with the just-
barely-there Adam’s apple. A neck Ron could gladly spend an afternoon licking
and nibbling.
Ron loved Harry’s wide shoulders and chest. He marvelled at Harry’s small
aureoles and the prominent nipples…skin that was the exact same shade of pink
as his lips. Biceps built from manoeuvring a broomstick. Quidditch practice had
toned his muscles and plenty of food from talented House Elves was putting some
bulk on him in just the right places. The way Harry’s hips widened and rounded
was always a source of fascination to one particular Weasley…they were strong
and masculine, yet curved and seductive.
Ron let his eyes continue their survey, and Harry found he was enjoying the
moment of exhibitionism. Harry thrust his hips forward and leaned back on his
hands. Ron absently licked his lips as Harry presented his hard, thick dick…a
small patch of straight black hair at its base, it jutted out from his body
with no curve or angle, the foreskin slightly pulled back from the tip, which
glimmered with Harry’s excitement.
Harry was also enjoying a moment of voyeurism as he visually devoured Ron.
Harry admired the lean, long-limbed sight before him…the way Ron’s collarbone
stuck out just a bit…his wide, flat chest with the ruddy erect nipples…the
narrow waist and even planes of his abdomen…the trail of darker red hair that
led from his tiny belly-button to his thick, curly pubes…the long cock with a
slight upward curve. Harry was glad the Weasley’s didn’t agree with the
Pureblood practice of circumcision. Harry let out a moan that slowly took form
to say, “Ron…I want to. I want to feel you inside me. I need to.”
Ron leaned into Harry and kissed him deeply again as he eased him onto his
back. “You’re sure?” Harry could only nod, as his practical senses slowly left
him. Ron blindly searched around him until he found a pair of jeans, whose he
wasn’t sure. He didn’t dare take his eyes from Harry. Ron could tell by touch
that it wasn’t his wand, and the idea of performing the necessary charm on
Harry, for what he was about to do with Harry, and with Harry’s own wand oddly
excited him even more. His cock jolted in anticipation.
The charm cast, Ron settled between Harry’s thighs and aimed himself toward
Harry’s most private area. He maintained unbroken eye-to-eye contact with
Harry, even though he thought it odd Harry hadn’t removed his glasses, and Ron
gave a gentle forward push with his hips. After a slight resistance, Ron could
feel himself entering Harry. The heat and friction and desire almost let his
animal impulse take over, but the small gasp Harry let out stopped him…and he
froze. His eyes searched Harry’s, for neither one was capable of conversation.
When Ron felt the muscles of Harry’s arse relax a bit, he let himself push
forward a little more…easing into his lover.
Both boys groaned when they felt the last inch enter. Harry arched his back and
raised his head as Ron arched his own back yet lowered his head. Their mouths
met again for a passionate kiss just as nature took over their movements. Ron
set up a slow, deliberate pace, which Harry readily met. Ron rose onto his
haunches trailing his hands down Harry’s sides…across his stomach…along his
trembling legs and back again. Ron wordlessly performed the charm again then
dropped Harry’s wand in order to grasp Harry’s staff. As Ron drove himself
deliberately into Harry, he matched his motions with his slippery hand on
Harry’s dick.
“RON…that’s…that’s amazing,” Harry panted and Ron smiled at him. This made Ron
gently increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. Harry began to push back
onto Ron and soon they were both grunting with desire. Ron rocked forward a bit
lifting Harry up slightly. The change in angle caused Ron to strike Harry’s
prostate on each thrust, which made Harry’s muscles contract tighter around
Ron. The pleasure they were taking and the pleasure they were giving fuelled
them become more aggressive…and release their enthusiasm. Ron’s stroking caused
Harry to explode and Harry’s convulsions brought Ron over the edge just after.
As their climax retreated and they once again gained awareness, Ron looked down
at Harry with what began as a sated smile but ended as a goggle-eyed stare.
“Damn, Harry. You…you smeared your glasses.” Indeed, Harry’s glasses were
fairly coated in milky fluid. Ron’s exclamation brought on a fit of giggles as
Ron collapsed against Harry and kissed him once more.
Some time later after they had charmed themselves free of the evidence and
sorted out their clothes, the best mates slowly wandered back to the castle
hand-in-hand. Sapped as they were from their physical exertions by the lake,
the climb back to Gryffindor tower took a bit longer than usual. Just as they
reached the portrait-hole Harry turned to Ron and said, “You know…there really
isn’t going to be an easy way to tell Hermione.”
“Well,” Ron replied, “I suppose we could unglue her from the floor first and
then just tell her the truth. I wouldn’t mind, though, if you didn’t undo the
Vacuus Vocis right away. You know she’s going to have plenty to say.”
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