Gryffindor Investigations

He found Ron in what had been the room they had shared as teenagers – not their bedroom now, which had belonged to Sirius. The redhead was sitting on the edge of one of the twin beds, his chin in his hands, his face contorted into a scowl, one which only deepened when Harry came into the room.

“Let me guess,” he said sourly. “You think we should talk about it, right?”

“Yes, I think we should,” Harry replied. “Ron, it’s been four years since you and ‘Mione broke up.” He smiled feebly. “Kreacher would tell you that that’s a long time to let something stew.”

“Was that supposed to be funny?” Ron’s voice practically dripped icicles from every word. “If it was, I would strongly advise against quitting your day job.”

Harry flushed, embarrassed. “Yes, it was supposed to be funny, and I’m sorry; I shouldn’t joke about it.” He said down on the bed next to Ron and placed one of his hands on Ron’s. “It’s just that I hate seeing you upset, and it makes me want to try anything to lighten your mood.”

Ron’s scowl faltered; he twisted his hand in Harry’s so that they were palm-to-palm, and squeezed Harry’s hand affectionately. “I’m sorry, too,” he said. He leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek. “It’s just that……I still get scared sometimes that you’ll wake up and decide I’m not good enough for you, and when you said we should go to Hermione, coming on top of Dean acting the way he did—it made me think that you really wanted her for your partner, not me.”

“For the business,” Harry asked, “or for my life? If it’s the business, I’d want her AND you—AND Dean, AND Ginny, AND Neville, AND Seamus, AND Luna, AND Parvati, Padma, Lavender, and all the rest. Sometimes I think I would love it if we could all go back to the way we were, being kids again.

“But if you’re asking if I’d want her—or ANYONE else—as my partner for life, the answer is absolutely, positively, ‘NO’. If we all could go back to Hogwarts, Ron, the only thing I’d change is that I wouldn’t waste my time with Cho or even Ginny—that I would have figured out how I really felt about you, and acted on it, long before I did.

“Case in point,” Harry continued, “do you remember the first time we slept in this room?”

Ron thought back. “That was the night Moody the rest picked you up from your aunt and uncle’s, right?”

Harry nodded. “Right. And I was full of, among other things, adolescent angst because nobody was telling me anything, and, if I remember correctly, I spent a lot of time taking it out on you guys.”

“Don’t remind me,” Ron shuddered.

“Right. So……” Harry gave Ron a sly grin, “suppose you show me the room again, the way you did back then?”

“I’ve got something better to show you,” Ron said firmly. He took hold of Harry’s shoulders, and kissed him.

Harry didn’t resist; why would he ever resist Ron? He leaned deep into the kiss, letting his tongue wrestle with Ron’s, his arms wrapped tightly around the muscular redhead’s body and neck.

Ron squatted down slightly, running his hands behind Harry’s legs—and then suddenly lifted Harry into the air! “We have GOT to get more meat on you,” he teased, as he carried Harry across the room and deposited him on one of the beds before planting another firm, deep kiss on Harry’s lips.

Harry ran his hands down Ron’s back, tracing his fingers along the spine, even as Ron left Harry’s mouth and began to kiss and nuzzle at the dark-haired man’s neck. Both men kicked off their shoes, and climbed further onto the bed.

Ron had Harry’s shirt half off, and was kissing and licking at his nipples. He straightened up for a moment, and pulled off his own shirt. Harry gazed in admiration at the powerful chest and broad shoulders (both covered in freckles, of course). Ron slapped his belly—it was still a little soft—and said, “Almost there, mate.”

“You’re beautiful, no matter what,” Harry breathed.

“Aw….” Ron bent over and peeled off Harry’s shirt, then tossed it aside.

Harry sat up, his mouth making a beeline to Ron’s chest. Delicately, he flicked his tongue across the nipples, first the right, then the left. Ron squirmed delightedly under Harry’s ministrations—and then it was too much. He pushed Harry down on the bed again, and kissed him harder than ever.

Harry’s hands were busily working on Ron’s belt buckle. Finally getting it undone, Harry undid the top of Ron’s jeans, then pulled them open as much as he could.

“Let me help you with that,” Ron said. He quickly stood up and pulled his jeans and his socks off, leaving him in his briefs. Harry’ was almost as fast, and the two men came together in another kiss, even as their hands slid slowly down past the cotton shorts to the treasures underneath.

Harry was the first to break it off this time; he pulled Ron’s throbbing dick out of his underwear, and slid his tongue in a circle on the head, coming closer and closer to the slit. Ron was leaking, just a bit, salty-sweet fluid that Harry licked off the head before taking all of Ron into his mouth. Ron leaned back, idly stroking Harry’s hair and his shoulders, even as Harry’s hands roamed upward along the wonderful muscles under Ron’s skin.

Harry’s mouth continued to glide up and down Ron’s shaft, until finally he pulled back as slowly as he could, millimeter by millimeter, and Ron groaned in pleasure at the amazing feeling. Ron’s dick came out of Harry’s mouth with a loud pop!, and Harry kissed the head, then Ron’s belly, then kissed and licked his way across Ron’s chest and throat until his mouth met Ron’s and they opened as one.

As they kissed, Harry’s hand stroked Ron’s tool, just to make sure it knew it hadn’t been forgotten. Ron’s left hand reached down to Harry’s boxers and stroked Harry’s rock-hard member through them. With his right, he pulled at Harry’s shoulder, rolling him onto his back with Ron on top of him.

Ron’s hands slid underneath the waistband of Harry’s shorts and gently slid them completely off of Harry’s body, leaving the raven-haired man completely, beautifully naked, before he slid his own briefs the rest of the way off his body. Ron’s mouth opened and closed again around the base of Harry’s shaft, and Harry let out a low, sultry moan.

He ran his fingers through Ron’s thick hair, but Ron didn’t stay down too long. Almost before he’d started, he was back at Harry’s mouth again, kissing him tenderly and gently.

“I can’t help myself,” he murmured. “I love kissing you. It’s an addiction.” He adjusted so he was right on top of Harry, his hips grinding against Harry’s, his lips on Harry’s mouth and throat, his dick rubbing against Harry’s, and the two men reveled in the sheer ecstasy.

Harry wrapped his legs around Ron, and Ron began to thrust just a little bit harder as they kissed, their breaths coming in grunts. Harry bridged and twisted, rolling them over until he was on top, straddling Ron, then broke the kiss and dove for Ron’s dick again. After what seemed like both forever and a fleeting moment, Harry was face to face with Ron again, his mouth clamped hungrily on Ron’s.

“Wanna ride?” Ron asked softly.

“Sure,” Harry smiled. “Stay right there.”

He clambered off the bed and left the room, presumably to their bedroom, because he came back with a condom and the bottle of lube from their bed table.

“Just lie back,” he murmured, “and let me do the work.”

He unwrapped the condom and slowly rolled it onto Ron’s still-hard dick, then squeezed some lube into his hand and slid it all over the swollen member (Ron moaned in pleasure as Harry effectively jerked him off). He straddled Ron, squeezed out some more lube into his hands, recapped the bottle, and tossed it to the side of the bed. Rubbing the lube in his hands to warm it, he reached back and smeared it into his hole. He could feel the hole opening, just slightly, as it responded to the warm, sticky liquid.

“Are you ready?” he asked. Ron nodded, and Harry reached behind him, feeling around until he found Ron’s dick. He lifted himself up, and then slowly, gently, one inch at a time, lowered himself onto Ron’s erection, moaning softly as he did so, moans that Ron echoed.

He sat there, impaled on Ron, letting his body get used to having Ron in him, breathing deeply and slowly. He leaned over and gave Ron one last kiss—and then began to bounce up and down. Ron responded in kind, thrusting his hips upwards with strokes that started slow and gradually began to build in speed and intensity.

Harry bent over for another kiss; Ron wrapped his arms around him and, still in Harry, rolled them over so that he was on top. His thrusts were even more powerful now, and Harry gasped and moaned in pleasure as Ron plowed into him again and again, hitting the bullseye far more often than not.

Ron was getting close; so was Harry. He was jerking his own dick in double time to Ron’s thrusts, and he was feeling the tightness that always signaled that he was about to come. And then he did, crying out Ron’s name even as Ron pulled out, yanked off the condom, and began to spew all over Harry’s chest and stomach, with one spurt even hitting the sheets next to Harry’s ear.

Spent, Ron collapsed on Harry, the two of them covered in sweat and semen. “Wish…we’d done this…a lot sooner,” he panted.

“Mmm,” Harry agreed wordlessly. “Still—nothing like making up for lost time.”

Later, as they lounged in their double shower, with water from one showerhead hitting his back and water from another bouncing off Ron’s chest, Harry running his hands, half-washing and half-massaging, over Ron’s muscular back, Ron asked, “So why do you want to bring Hermione in on this.” Harry paused, and Ron continued, “And don’t stop. You can wash my back and answer my question at the same time.”

Harry chuckled and resumed his gentle rubbing. “I was thinking of using the Law of Contagion to try to find this Archer bloke,” he said. “But that involves ritual magic—and let’s face it, neither of us is even remotely qualified to put a Circle together, much less run one through that kind of spell.”

Harry couldn’t see Ron’s face, but he could feel the frown, anyway. But finally, Ron sighed and said, “You’re right. But what are we going to use for the Object, anyway?”

“Dean mentioned that his partner was Archer’s brother-in-law; I’m sure the woman involved will have something of his, or will be able to get it.”

“My turn,” Ron said. Harry grinned in anticipation and turned around, and almost immediately felt Ron’s strong hands rubbing his back, neck, and shoulders. “All right, then—we’ll go to Hermione. But Harry—I want to be the one to ask her. And I don’t want you there when I do it.”

Harry nodded. “No worries, mate. Just remember one thing.” He turned back to face Ron, looking up into the redhead’s intense blue eyes. “I love you. I always have, and I always will.”

Ron’s hands came up to cup Harry’s face in them. “And I love you, too, Harry,” he said, just before his lips brushed against Harry’s, “with all my heart, all my mind, and all my soul.”