Better Than Nothing

This takes place during their 4th year, which makes Ron and Draco 14, while Nigel is in his 1st year, making him only 11, if you have problems with this don’t read on. However with the state of our country and its lack of sex education, this is very possible - obviously, in the real world, however I’ll tell you through Harry Potters.

Ron was used to having Harry. Not in a sexual way of course, Ron would never confess that he had feelings for Harry - at least, not just now. At the moment he was perfectly content with being his best mate, his sidekick, this way he was able to watch Harry without being considered different.

It was November, 23rd when Ron first noticed something odd. He had just woke up, sleep still in his eyes. The dewy windows let mornings light stream in, softly brushing against Harry’s skin. Ron loved to watch Harry while he slept, his chest rising and falling - Neville, Seamus, and Dean must have headed down to breakfast, as their dorm was empty. Harry’s eyes began to flicker open, Ron quickly shutting his in order to appear asleep. Ron loved it when Harry shook him awake in the mornings, though it rarely happened on weekdays - today however was Saturday, and Ron didn’t want to disturb this tradition. “Ron, get up!” Harry yelled, violently shaking Ron’s shoulder, however Ron only let out a faint groan, not to Harry’s surprise. Harry continued then to jump on top of Ron, whacking Ron’s head with a pillow. Unknown to Harry that his thigh was gently rubbing Ron’s aching erection, which he had had since waking up that morning.
“Gettoff ‘arry!” Ron groaned again, contradicting his thoughts. Harry did so, as he started undressing, down to his tight fit, red and yellow stripped boxers - leaving very little to Ron’s imagination, not that he hadn’t seen it all already!
“Quidditch today, be true to your house and all that - speaking of which had you seen my tie?” bending over, Harry searched under his bed - showing Ron a full view of his tight, round, bubble butt. Ron found it extremely difficult to keep himself from thrusting his hand down his pyjamas and stroking one out, if only he could freeze this image for later he thought. His throbbing dick popped open one of the buttons from his fly, he knew that he couldn’t get dressed in front of Harry today. “you going for a shower? I’ll just be five more minutes” Ron spoke causally,
“yeah, I think I will, see you in there?” picking up his towel Harry headed towards the bathroom door,
“sure“, Ron yelled back “wouldn’t want Hermione to smell me and my natural sent now, would I?
“that’s true, but what does she know, eh? You smell alright to me” Harry laughed as he turned the shower on.
Ron listened to the water hitting off the bathroom tiles, “was Harry flirting with me?” he muttered to himself, “surly not…”