Ron...asleep

It wasn't enough. The novelty of grabbing Weasley's gift of nature at night had vanished like Lockhart before the Basilisk. Harry longed for the attributes of nearly all the guys he encountered, a Dudley-esque need that would not be repressed.

Harry the happy hooker.

The realization of what he might become should he continue did not deter him more than that. Which in itself was disturbing but then Ron entered the kitchen, sporting a morning wand and Harry forgot about moral and respect of the other and himself and how if one did not respect his mate's body somehow one did not respect his own. 

"Morning, sweety," said Molly, looking up from her cup, "were out of bread. And put that thing away before I cut it off and feed it to the chickens."

"Gross," Ron crashed into a chair and accio'ed two sausages, dripping grease all over the floor, "pass the butter, Harry."  

...sausage...

"Want one?" asked Ginny.

"Huh?" said Harry.

She was licking her fingers off, "you said 'sausage' so I thought maybe you wanted one."

He had been talking out loud? 

'"Shoot." said Harry, not overly anxious about what just happened. Though he might want to be careful, it could still occur, and in stickier situations than this. The fact was, he did wanted one. 

There goes nothing

Harry aimed his wand at the pan and flicked his wand as discreetly as possible.

"Evanesco. Accio."

Now, on to round two. 

Gliding the tip of the length of wood along the meat, he murmured a few chosen words. And started to stroke. 

...

"Are you happy to go back to school?" Arthur asked as soon as he stepped foot in the room.

"Why, honey, you made it... your muggle things aren't that fun anymore, huh? Decided to come and join the family table for once."

Rolling his eyes as he went, Arthur locked his wife in a bear hug. She slapped his hands but he didn't let go and kissed her neck playfully. Ginny wore a lopsided smile, arching an eyebrow at the couple's routine. 

"Come now, honey, "said Arthur, "don't be mad." 

She was starting to falter, not really angry but a little resentful. School would start again in three days and they'll all go, except the twins who both decided to build their own business and they clearly didn't give a damn what everyone might think. 

Harry planned to pay them a visit while they were still here but for now... Ron froze. Harry was sucking on the meat, not looking at him and keeping a straight face while enjoying the way it made Ron tense. Harry stopped, better not be showy. And he has only sucked the tip, in such a casual manner that he was above all suspicion. Not to mention that his mate had been too busy glaring at his groin to look at him while he was at it. 

( So, I'm working on this fic again 'coz there is NOT enough of those two, no sir indeed. Although, this is a Pure P-W-P, like PORN-WOOOW-PORN and it's not beta'ed so... but in any cases, if yo don't write you can't improve your writing... I'm also going to work on a Harry/Umbridge fic as well as Harry/Molly.)