Better Than Nothing

“So, Harry, looking forward to today’s game?” Hermione seemed far too happy and relaxed today, making Ron and Harry both feel uneasy. “Yeah, should be good” Harry sniggered as he glanced towards Ron who gave him a cheeky grin - Ron loved moments like these, secretly hoping that Harry would find his smile cute and have a sudden desire to kiss him, however Ron was always left disappointed by this dream. As they walked out the common room, through the portrait Ron glanced around. A young boy, first year Ron guessed had just jumped out of a chair and had ran terribly fast in order to catch up with them. Ron looked quizzically towards him, “sorry, I needed to catch up with the portrait before it closed” his voice was quiet and unsure, the boy gave Ron a small smile as if to say “thanks” as he passed by. Without pausing to think Ron let his eyes wonder down towards the young boy’s bum, the fabric of his slacks showing nicely each curve as he walked. “Nice weather for it” Hermione continued, snapping Ron back to reality.
“True, bad news for Harry though - now everyone will know how he plays without a dramatic distraction”
“Nice one Ron, though don’t forget Draco is playing today - never a clean game with the Slyrethens!” They laughed while entering The Great Hall, glancing over to the Slythern table, just to check that Malfoy wasn‘t skiving. They were unable to sit at their usual place at the table, Ron did notice the same first year boy sitting there, watching them.

Hermione had just finished her toast and coffee, when she sat up and declared that she was about to head to the library, “I still have that essay to write for Professor Binns” Ron and Harry stared at her in disbelief, “Hermione, you know that’s due for next Thursday!”
“You know fine well Mr Weasley that I don’t like to leave things till the last moment, unlike some” she stormed off, her bushy hair bouncing off her back in anger.
“Mate, I’ve gotta go too, Angelina will blow my balls off if I’m late for the game plan” Harry stated, taking one last gulp of tea before he left.
“Sure, sure…I’ll just sit here, eating my bacon, reading the Profit…” Ron was used to this, Harry putting Quidditch before him. He didn’t like to object, especially with Harry looking so damn hot in those Quidditch robes.
He had just started to read an article about The Triwizard Tournament, and speculations for the next task, when the first year boy he had spotted earlier came over to greet him. “Hi, I’m Nigel, we err, met earlier…”
“Hi…?”
“You, know Harry Potter, right?” He asked, going red slightly at the cheeks, his sandy blonde hair had obviously not been combed, Ron noticed - reminding him a little of himself when he was younger. “That’s right, yeah”
“Do you think you would be able to get his autograph for me…?” as Nigel said this he lowered his head, staring at his feet.
“I guess I could try” Ron had guessed that something like this was bound to happen sooner or later, he just wished that there was something in it for him… “You would do anything for Harry’s autograph, right?” Nigel nodded violently, “so, you wouldn’t mind doing things for me, in return for his autograph, and…more…?” Nigel stared at Ron,
“What do you mean by, “and more”?”
“Well, if you are really a fan of Harry’s then I guess you would want his books, pens, clothes…underwear…?” Ron raised an eyebrow as he caught Nigel looking most uncomfortable.
“Something wrong?” Ron quizzed.
“No, not at all, all that stuff would be great, really…and I would just have to be like, your slave?”
“that’s right Nigel, I want to be able to use you when ever I want, you cure my needs, and I’ll cure yours” Ron grinned “deal?” he let out his hand, Nigel took it without hesitation, “deal.”