Summer Ecstasy

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After everyone took a drop of Veritaserum, Blaise looked directly at Hermione. "So Truth or Dare, Granger?"

Hermione looked warily at him before answering with a quick, "Truth."

Blaise smirked. "So Granger, is it true that you lost your virginity to Theo?"

Harry and Ron gasped, whipping around to look at said girl. Theo put a protective arm over her shoulders as they waited in silence, until Hermione finally answered. "Yes."

Ron grew red. "What! You gave your virginity to him?"

"Oh, shush, Ronald," Hermione retorted. "So what. I'm out of school. And he's my boyfriend."

Malfoy, on the other hand, grinned. "I'm impressed, Granger. Didn't really think you'd give it up so quickly. I thought you would have waited a few more years, being the Gryffindor you so truly are." Hermione had nothing to say that, although she did want to. She merely settled for a scowl at him.

"How bout you, Malfoy?" Harry snickered. "Did you lose it to the first willing person that crossed your path?"

But Malfoy grinned, catching Harry off guard. "As a matter of fact, I lost it in fourth year." He watched in amusement as Potter's cheeks slowly became red.

"O-Oh..." Harry stammered, nervous. Malfoy watched him, glad to have Potter shaking so nervously with just a mere statement. He turned back to Hermione.

"How about it, Granger. Can we continue the game?"

She frowned at him, annoyed. "Fine, Malfoy. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Is it true you lost your virginity to Blaise?" she asked him.

Malfoy grinned. "Yes."

"You're a pouf?!"Ron exclaimed, staring at Malfoy and Zabini.

Draco sneered. "What? You got a problem with that? It's accepted, you know."

"Still!" he protested. "It's disgusting!"

Harry looked away from Malfoy and down at his lap to hide his blushing red face. Malfoy was gay? And he's already had sex with Zabini? Well, that changed things. It also made a lot of sense.

Still.

Harry looked up, frowning when he noticed Ron's yelling. Even if the Wizarding World could accept it, it seemed that his best friend couldn't. Harry quietly sighed. Even if Draco would take a liking to him, which was very doubtful anyways, his best friend would most likely hate him forever. And he couldn't do that. Ron was his best mate.

Harry closed his eyes, depressed. "Ron," he whispered, trying to calm his friend down.

Malfoy looked away from the Weasel and turned his gaze to Harry, and was surprised to see the boy-who-lived appeared so distraught. Was Weasley's ranting really affecting Harry that badly? he thought. Then his eyes lit up. Potter must be a pouf himself. And Ron's yelling wasn't helping matters much. His frown deepened. So much for loyalty and trust between those two. Weasley probably didn't even know Harry was gay, and if he ever found out...he'd probably hate Potter.

"Shut up, Weasel," Malfoy said, tired of his continued ranting. "It's not disgusting. In fact," he added, smirking. "It was actually quite enjoyable."

Ron grew green when he said that, looking as if he wanted to puke. But he held it in and finally sat down on the ground in an uncomfortable heap. He didn't talk again.

Malfoy smirked at him and turned back to Harry, whose usually bright green eyes were now dim and blank with emptiness. Stupid Weasel, he thought with loathing. And he calls himself Harry's friend. If Ron didn't accept Harry, then he wasn't worthy to be his best friend.

"So Potter," he called, quickly changing the subject. "Truth or Dare?"

Harry wasn't feeling up to the game anymore, but he wasn't about to give Malfoy any reason to embarrass him. He knew better than to say Dare when it came to Malfoy, despite the agreement they made.

He looked up, forcing as much confidence in his voice as he spoke. "Truth."

Malfoy gave a small smile, not wanting to upset the boy anymore. "Potter, are you still a virgin?"

The confidence vanished, and Harry's eyes grew round. He didn't want to speak the truth; he didn't want Malfoy to know a weakness of his, but it was too late. The potion was already speaking for him. "Yes." And he averted his eyes quickly. He wasn't afraid of what his friends thought. They already knew that he hadn't dated once since Hogwarts. Not since Ginny, who soon broke up with him for his friend Dean. Harry hadn't cared at the time, since there was a war going on. Once the war had been finished, hundreds of girls had smothered him and demanded that Harry be their husband. Harry turned them all away, only wanting to marry for love, for someone who looked at him other than being the Boy-who-lived-to-defeat-The-Dark-Lord.

Thus, he remained a virgin.

Harry waited a few moments before finally looking up, surprised at the silence that had suddenly fallen. His friends' faces were the same, and Theo didn't seem too affected. But it was Malfoy's face that surprised him the most. He wasn't sneering or looking at him in any kind of contempt. He was genuinely looking at him with curiosity and, dare Harry say it, interest.

He gulped, quickly looking away from Malfoy's intent gaze. "S-So Zabini," he quickly said, wanting to get all eyes off of him. "Truth or Dare?"

Blaise smirked. "Let's spice this up a bit, hm? I'll go with Dare."

Harry tried to think hard on a Dare. He knew Zabini was a Slytherin and anything Harry said would probably seem too innocent for the evil snake. Then he smirked, coming up with the perfect Dare. Blaise said he wanted to spice things up a bit, right? So Harry, being the boy who had come so close to being in Slytherin himself, decided to spice things up.

"Alright Blaise. I dare you to hump Nott's leg."

The stares he received were utterly hilarious. Hermione was glaring at him while Ron looked as if he wanted to burst out with laughter, but at the same time he wanted puke. Blaise looked curious, not at all disgusted, and Theo looked quite disturbed. Malfoy only shook his head in utter amusement.

"Wow, Potter. You are quite devious today, it would seem," he said. Harry almost blushed, but stopped himself in time. He turned to Blaise, who had just stood up and faced Nott.

"Sorry, Theo," he said, chuckling darkly. "But a dare is a dare." And with this, he bent down and began to do exactly that.

Harry burst out with laughter, tears threatening to burst from his eyes. Honestly, the thought of coming up with such a dare was quite disturbing to himself. But Harry was glad to finally get back at the Slytherin.

Then Ron's voice broke him from his thoughts. "That was hilarious," Ron laughed. "Where did you come up with that?"

Harry's laughter died down a bit. "Don't know, mate. But it was funny."

Ron laughed a bit more. "Serves you right, Zabini, for making us play this game."

Zabini smirked at Ron, sitting down now that he was done with Nott, who looked utterly sick and horrified at what had just occurred. Hermione was making shushing noises to him and rubbing his back, all the while glaring at Harry.

"That's wasn't funny, Harry," she scolded. Harry stopped laughing, but he was still smiling.

"Sorry, 'Mione. Couldn't help it." But Hermione merely snorted and rolled her eyes.

"So," Blaise said, bringing everyone's attention back to the game. "I guess it's my turn now." His hawk like eyes swept over everyone. Harry shivered, feeling sorry for whatever poor soul that Blaise would pick. The Slytherin seemed to be really into the game, and if there was anything to go by the evil twinkle in his eyes, that wasn't good. "So Weasley..."

Said red head gulped, slightly afraid.

"Truth or Dare?"

He couldn't be that bad, right? Ron thought, pondering what he should choose. He didn't want to choose Dare, for obvious reasons, but he didn't want to choose Truth either in fear of what they might ask him. If they asked him who he had lost his virginity to, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from telling his deepest, darkest secret. One that even his friends didn't know of.

Ron sighed. "Dare."

Blaise's eyebrow shot up in surprise, but he quickly recovered and his smirk grew evil. "Alright Weasley. Then I dare you to..." He trailed off, thinking and looking around. Then he saw Potter, who was staring at the ground with an indifferent expression on his face. As if he seemed bored with the game. He leered. "Weasley, I dare you to snog Potter."

Harry's eyes widened, but soon he heard someone spluttering beside him and looked over to see Ron, who had turned scarlet in his face.

"What!" he cried, too ashamed to look over at his best mate. "I'm not doing that. Harry's my best mate." But Blaise snickered. "Then does that mean you forfeit, Weasley? Too afraid to do a simple dare, are you?"

Ron, if that was possible, turned even more red. He snuck a glance over at Harry, who had turned a bit pink in the face himself. Harry turned around too, and their eyes met.

"Um...Ron...?" he mumbled nervously.

"A dare is a dare, Weasley," Blaise's voice sounded in front of them.

Harry rolled his eyes and shifted closer to Ron, still nervous. "Just do it, Ron, so they can get off our backs." His voice sounded certain but his body told different. Damn, if only he could stop shaking, he thought to himself.

Ron huffed through his nose and closed his eyes momentarily, but moved closer to Harry as well. He turned his lips toward Harry's and noticed they were just a centimeter apart. He gulped loudly and shut his eyes tight before pushing his lips against Harry's.

Harry's eyes went round as he felt Ron's lips move against his. His lips were dry and slightly chapped, nothing compared to a girl's lips. And he could taste the faint tang of firewhiskey on Ron's skin.

Overall, the kiss wasn't too bad. It was passing, at least. But Harry still thought it better than other kisses that he had had, where the girl was practically slobbering all over his face.

He felt Ron's lips finally pull away and he opened his eyes, opening his mouth to say something, to break the awkward silence between them. But he froze, suddenly noticing Ron's eyes. They weren't light blue anymore, but more of a dark sapphire. And his breathing was harsh, his cheeks pink. He looked...hell, Ron looked as if he had just received the best shag in his life. Harry inwardly shook his head. No, that wasn't possible. It was just a tiny kiss, no sparks, no nothing.

"Ron?" he shakily whispered, slightly afraid for his friend.

His name upon Harry's lips must have jolted Ron from his semi drunk state, and Ron quickly looked at all the curious faces around the fire. His face burned. "Uh...I... I g-gotta," Ron stammered, not seeming to find the right words. He looked back at Harry, who stared at him with a mixture of worry and shock on his face. Ron's pulse beat faster. "I gotta go," he quickly said, and stood up. And he ran.

Harry sat there a moment, stunned beyond belief at Ron's behavior. But he supposed he better go and follow him. He couldn't have Ron risk getting into trouble. He stood up slowly and without a backwards glance at the group, took after Ron.

He followed the footprints in the sand and noticed that they led farther down the beach toward a cluster of boulders in the water. He sighed and followed the footprints. He rounded a rock, warily approaching as he heard the sound of a muffled cry. He stilled. "Ron?" he called quietly, not seeing his friend. He stepped a bit closer and finally turned a corner, where he saw Ron leaning against a rock, crying. "Ron?" he whispered again, shocked to see his friend crying. "Ron, what's wrong? Why are you—?"

"I'm just like him, Harry," Ron whispered, his crying now ceased. He sniffed.

Harry was confused. "What do you mean? Like who?"

"Like him!" Ron cried, turning around to face Harry. "Like Malfoy!" His eyes gleamed with unshed tears and they looked lost, desperate.

"How are you like Malfoy?" Harry questioned, still confused.

Ron sighed, shaking his head wearily. "Harry...when I k-kissed you...I..." he stopped, unsure of how to continue. He looked back up at Harry, afraid. "Harry," he breathed, stepping closer. "I think I'm gay."

Harry's eyes went round and he almost stopped breathing. "What? What do you—?"

"When I kissed you, Harry," Ron continued, still stepping close. "I...I kind of...l-liked it." He stopped and looked at Harry, waiting.

Harry was at a loss for words.

"Harry?"

"Well, Ron...I ...er..."

"Don't worry, Harry. I don't like you anything, at least not like that. But, the kiss..." Ron paused. "Something about it...just kissing a guy..." He looked at Harry, their faces inches apart. "And at the lake, Blaise looked really hot."

Harry's breath caught. "So, y-you think you're gay?"

Ron let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, I know it's accepted and all. And I really don't have much of a problem with it, especially considering that my own twin brothers are gay themselves. But I never really thought I was gay, you know? I like girls. Heck, I even used to like Hermione, remember? I don't know when it started when I started liking boys."

Harry shuffled on his feet nervously. "Well, did you ever consider that you might be bi?" he asked. Ron thought for a moment.

"Well...maybe. Never really thought about it until now." He sighed. "Listen, it's okay if you feel uncomfortable around me now, Harry. I understand—"

"No, Ron," Harry quickly said, nervously twisting his hands around his shirt. "I..." He stopped to take a deep breath, knowing that he had to tell someone. If he didn't, he'd probably explode from anxiety. "I...I think I'm gay too, Ron."

Ron looked at him, startled. "What? You too?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. It was at the lake too, I think. I'm not really sure. Maybe even before this whole trip. At Hogwarts I remember thinking a few guys were hot."

Ron gulped a fresh lump in his throat, looking carefully at his friend. "It's...not me, is it?"

"What? No!" Harry looked at him, his green eyes gone round.

Ron sighed in relief. "Good. 'Cause, like I said..."

"Don't worry, Ron," Harry said, grinning. "I only like you as a friend." Then he paused, and his smile grew. "So, Zabini, huh?"

Ron blushed. "You better not tell him, Harry."

Harry laughed. "Don't worry, I won't."

They paused. "Did you like it?" Ron asked suddenly, his shoulders tense.

Harry frowned. "The kiss?" Ron nodded. "Well, it was okay, I guess. I didn't really feel anything."

Ron grimaced. "That bad, huh?"

"Hm? I mean, no. It wasn't."

"Liar."

Harry shrugged. "You've never kissed a guy before. I understand."

Ron shuffled around nervously."Well, erm...could you...I mean, can you help me?"

Harry looked at him, shocked. "Help you kiss?" Ron shrugged.

"You don't have to, you know," Ron whispered, still upset. "It's just, I thought we could help each other out or something..." He trailed off.

Harry looked at him, thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose we could. I mean, we don't really like each other. And it could probably help us..." Ron nodded in agreement and leaned forwards.

Both boys didn't notice a figure coming their way and rounding the corner, as they were too caught up in their own business. The figure stopped, his eyes going wide at the scene before him. He watched as Harry slightly pushed Ron against the boulder, their lips attached and parted. He held in a gasp as he watched the two boys snog against the rock, and instantly found that he was hard at the sight. He inwardly groaned, too afraid to make a sound and touch himself.

But as soon as it began, Harry pulled away from Ron and the figure leaned in to hear what he said to the red head.

"Like that?" His breathing was harsh.

Ron gulped, and the figure couldn't take his eyes away from the bobbing Adam's apple. "Yes."

Harry smiled, then ran a hand through his hair. "We better get back. Hermione will send everyone out if we're away too long."

The figure, sensing that the boys would see him once they moved from behind the rock, scrambled back to the group. Meanwhile, Harry and Ron still stood there, still gazing at each other. "So, are you going after Blaise?" Harry asked casually, laughing a bit.

Ron chuckled too. "Maybe. He's with Malfoy though."

Harry's smile faltered a bit. "He is? Oh."

"Let's head back. Maybe if we're lucky, those Slytherins might have gone to bed already." Harry snorted, but he followed Ron back to the camp.

No such luck as everyone was sitting at their proper places still. "You alright there Weasley?" Blaise asked, sniggering. Ron blushed, but ignored him. "Let's get back to the game, shall we?" Everyone nodded, and so they continued the game.

A few hours later when the sky was pitch black, the group stopped playing and decided to go to bed. Everyone went to bed quietly, each lost in their own thoughts. Blaise kept shooting looks at Ron as they walked upstairs, though the red head was oblivious and retreated to his room with a hasty "G'night." Blaise sniggered.

Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow he'd put his plan into action.

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Yeah, I know. Horrible ending, but I had to end it somehow. I'll put the next chapter up most likely tomorrow if not tonight, which will be a lot better, I promise.

SEX NEXT CHAPTER! I'm already writing it.

And also...

Thanks to all my reviewers! trish, paigeey07, thrnbrooke, anonymous reviewers Hello and Leo, FallenAngel1129, Ecks, tigerlilly193 (um, thank you very much for really liking my story. I really appreciate it, thanks! : ) ), Kogas Hentai Luver, heiesdragoness18 (glad you liked the picture! Thanks! Oh, and I meant that it took him an hour to make both pancakes and eggs. He had to do it all by himself and he had to make a lot for everyone. Sorry for the confusion!), and Minna-chan. THANKS!!!

And don't worry, this is still HP/DM and RW/BZ. I didn't add too much on Ron and Harry's scene because I didn't want them to get into each other too much. This isn't a Ron/Harry fic.

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