The Painful Secret

Ron didn’t know what to think. His body and mind were in absolute war.

“He’s Harry!”

“But he kisses so well!”

“He’s a boy. You’re not gay!”

“I’m not… but what if I like it?”

“What would other people think? What about Hermione?”

“I’m done with her. The hell with other people.”

Almost a month had passed since Harry had kissed him, and Ron remembered it as if it had happened the day before. Talking with Harry, Harry kissing him, Harry’s soft lips on his, Harry leaving without an explanation, leaving Ron lost with thoughts.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it! Actually, since then, his dreams about kissing Harry (and things far away from only touching lips) had been increasingly alarming. During classes he tried to act normal with Harry, but he couldn’t stop dropping his wand every time Harry “accidentally” rubbed his leg against Ron’s.

This began to get out of control one day, in a potions class. While preparing an increasing potion for Slughorn, Ron noticed that Harry’s face was contracted - it seemed he was trying to forget something unpleasant. Ron’s eyes searched the classroom and noticed a blonde boy with a smirk crossing his pale face. Draco Malfoy was on the other side of the room making obscene gestures toward a grossly shaped root.

“Are you okay, Harry?” asked Ron, trying to contain his impulse to punch Malfoy.

“Yes, everything’s fine… I guess.” Ron saw him throw a quick glare at Malfoy. Harry’s face was stony.

“Don’t worry about him, Harry. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”

“And he’s doing it.” Harry couldn’t stop looking at Malfoy, and Ron detected an increasing bulge between Harry’s legs.

“Please Harry…” He grabbed Harry’s hand. “He doesn’t deserve it.”

Harry turned his full attention to Ron’s hand. Watching Harry’s eyes he felt his face burn and, faster than he would have liked, he took his hand from Harry’s. Harry stared at Ron.“Why did I have to grab his hand? He can learn to deal by himself with Malfoy. That sick bastard was getting on his nerves, he should just shove off!!” Ron was now so full of rage that he didn’t notice his lips pressed together and Harry staring at them.

“Are you alright, Ron?”

“What? Oh-!” Ron cursed. The shock of coming back to reality had startled him, and all his roots fell to the floor.

“Mr. Weasley, pay some attention to what you’re doing! We don’t have an infinite supply to account for your clumsiness,” Slughorn snapped.

While picking up the falling roots, Ron paused by Harry’s legs, and peeked at the bulge between his legs. Ron sighed as he felt his cock getting harder too. He slowly rose and looked Harry in the eyes. Those beautiful green eyes.

“Have you thought about the end of our last discussion?” Harry asked.

“I...I don’t know. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to say if you have thought...”

“Of course I have thought about it! How can you not think about a discussion like that?!”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get you angry.”

“You didn’t; it’s just…I don’t know what to feel.”

“Then I’ll wait. I don’t want to end our friendship over this - you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I do. Don’t worry about that.”

He looked across the room to Malfoy again and remembered him and Harry together. Tonight was going to be a long night again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was Christmas holidays and Neville, Seamus and Dean had gone home to their families. Ron couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that now he and Harry were the only ones in the dormitory. He accepted the fact that indeed Harry was a great kisser, and that maybe wasn’t a bad idea to try it again… and maybe go farther than that. Of course it was a bit complicated, since he had never experienced something like being aroused by another boy, let alone his best friend.

One day, in the middle of an extensive over-the-holidays essay for transfiguration, Harry dropped an ink bottle. Ron found this suspicious since the bottle wasn’t near the edge of the table at all.

“Could you go and get another one for me Ron, please?”

“Sure.” Ron was surprised Harry asked him to do that but it was a relief to stop working for five minutes.

As soon as he found the new bottle, he heard the door close behind him. As he turned around, he saw a flash of black hair and the touch of lips on his own. Ron let the ink bottle drop and gasped in surprise. Harry grabbed his waist and Ron shivered and pressed his tongue against the other boy lips. Harry opened his mouth a little and Ron explored the inside oh his mouth while feeling Harry’s tongue playing with his too. “Bloody hell he kisses so well. I wish I’d known this earlier.” Harry broke the kiss and looked at him with uncertainty crossing his face. Ron didn’t want to stop now, it was feeling so good. He’d never kissed a boy before and he admitted it was rougher than he’d imagined, but he’d enjoyed it.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” His fear was now that Harry regretted something.

“Look Ron, I don’t want you to think anything that…”

“I don’t want to think anything right now, Harry.” Ron pushed him forward and whispered in his ear, “I just want to kiss you again.”

Harry moaned and desperately pressed his lips against Ron’s. He grabbed Ron’s hips pulled them into his, and Ron started to kiss Harry’s collarbone. With his hands trembling, Ron grabbed the shirttail of the boy who was now sucking hard on his neck. He removed the shirt from his friend and admired Harry’s small, lean muscles. He traced a finger around them, and then passed it over one of Harry’s nipples. Harry bit his lower lip and the red-haired boy licked two of his fingers, making Harry’s eyes grow wider before closing them as he felt Ron’s wet fingers touching his nipple.

Harry removed Ron’s shirt too and firmly grabbed his bottom, leaving Ron feeling so hard, willing for touch. Ron felt himself being pushed onto Harry’s bed while the buttons and zipper of his trousers were opened. Harry sat Ron on the corner of his bed and pressed himself fully against Ron, making him shiver for more. Ron grabbed Harry’s bottom and kissed him deeply. Harry groaned when Ron’s hand slid inside his pants and tentatively touched his balls and ran up and down his cock..

Harry removed his trousers and boxers as Ron watched him. Ron, getting even harder as he saw the precome coming out of his Harry’s tip, threw his trousers and boxers to the floor. Now that he was naked, Ron could feel Harry’s cock pressing and rubbing against his while Harry was making groaning sounds against his ear. “I want you Ron. I want to give you so much pleasure.”

And, before Ron could even think about that last sentence, Harry got on his knees on the floor and started licking Ron’s cock tip. Ron’s jaw dropped, but before Ron could speak, Harry sucked hard making Ron gasp and grab the bed hard so he wouldn’t fall off out of immense pleasure.

“Oh God! Harry, Harry what are you doing?” Harry sucked Ron’s cock deeper into his throat. .“That’s so good Harry. Pleasedon’tstop.” As Harry sucked faster and faster, Ron carved his nails into his palms, releasing himself inside Harry’s mouth.

Ron fell backwards, now lying in bed. Harry climbed onto the bed and lay next to him. Wanting to pay him back, Ron grabbed Harry’s cock and smirked, watching Harry’s blissful expression. He rubbed him up and down, making Harry shiver from delight while breathing heavily into Ron’s neck. As he sought his release Harry threw his head back and filled Ron’s hand with his come.

Ron picked up his wand and cast a cleaning charm over himself and Harry. He laid down again, naked, next to Harry.

“You were pretty great, Harry,” Ron said sleepily.

“You weren’t that bad either, Ron,” Harry said with a smile on his face.

Ron closed his eyes and fell asleep silently.