Charity

Charity
By LadyDiablo


Pairing: Ron/Harry
Warning: Slash/Yaoi. Don’t like, Don’t read.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling.
Summary: Ron and Hermione entered Harry to run the Kissing-booth in a Fundraiser at Hogwarts. There is only one problem: he does not know how to kiss. Who will teach him?


This chapter is really short and filled with fluff, nothing really important happens.


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Chapter 4


Friday’s lessons came with a lot of laughter shared between the three of them, talking about what could possibly happen on Saturday’s events. After finally getting Harry’s self-confidence up a few notches about himself, they were laughing their heads of from one of Ron’s jokes where he pretended to be scared of kisses.


In History of Magic Harry and Ron sat as close to each other as they could without being obvious. Harry had a firm grasp on Ron’s left hand under the table. He smiled when Ron started to caress his hand with his thumb. He was still a little nervous about kissing other people in front of Ron. All of his insecurities came back with the force of a jet plane, and he could not understand why he felt this way or why these thoughts came so sudden. One minute he was enjoying Ron’s company, the next he was as self-doubting as a scolded child.


Ron looked over at Harry and noticed the glazed over eyes and far away look. He instantly knew what was going on. He had thought that Harry’s self-esteem would stay at a reasonable level after all the talks they had. He gently shook Harry out of his daze and locked eyes with the green-eyed boy. With his eyes, he tried to reassure him that he was loved.


Hermione sat beside Harry, but was not paying attention to them. She had stopped paying attention about twenty minutes ago, when she noticed Harry and Ron holding hands under the table. She looked up at them and immediately noticed Harry’s far-away and kind of hopeless look. Just when she was about to nudge him, she saw Ron do just that and then raise his hand to make Harry turn his head and look at him.


Ron started to whisper to Harry, but she couldn’t make out what. At least it seemed to be something reassuring. She smiled to herself, seeing Harry’s small smile, knowing it was all right for now.


The last class of the day was Care of Magical Creatures. As they made their way over to Hagrid’s hut and another likely gross animal, they saw several seventh years’ students preparing the grounds for the fundraiser.


On the plane of grass between the school and Hagrid’s hut were booths placed strategically in what looked like utter chaos. Harry glimpsed their Kissing-booth close to the school. There were only three booths between theirs and the school: one ball-throwing booth, one chocolate-wheel and one that said ‘homemade cookies’ in crooked writing at the top.


As he feared, Hagrid had indeed found something horrible to entertain the class with. The ear popping salamander was hideous to look at, let alone take care of. Though, according to Hagrid, all you had to do was blow it in one of its big protruding ears and it would calm instantly. Unfortunately neither of them seemed to be doing it right, as it only seemed to irritate the green salamander to the state where it started to blow green fire through its ears. This effectively sent two Slytherins to the Hospital wing and made everyone else stay as far away from the animals and its ears.


The lesson ended and as it was the last of the day, they stopped by the fundraiser-area to see how the preparations were going.


They saw Professor McGonagall over by a half-finished booth, helping two second year Hufflepuff girls getting their go-fish booth ready. She transformed a large branch into a big blue piece of cloth. She levitated it up to one of the girls standing on a ladder, ready with a hammer and nails. The other girl was currently working on a fishing-pole on which they would hang the ‘fishes’, which were actually a lot like chocolate frogs.


After dinner they headed back to the common rooms, sitting down on one of the red couches. Hermione started on her homework, but neither Ron nor Harry felt like doing that yet. As Hermione wrote away on her work the two boys spent their time looking and smiling sappily at each other.


Suddenly the girl looked up from her homework-marathon and turned to the Ron and Harry. “Harry, although I don’t really think you need any more practice, maybe we should go to the Room of Requirement and talk.” She said this with a meaningful look at both Ron and a sheepish Harry, inclining she knew all about them.


“Maybe you’re right.” Ron said. He really didn’t think Harry needed anymore practice kissing; he should know after all and his boyfriend was an excellent kisser. However, he thought they should go and practice, with the excuse that Harry might feel more secure kissing a lot of people if he had more experience. Or maybe he was just selfish and wanted a snog session with his boyfriend.


Ron was actually a little surprised that he didn’t feel more jealous at the thought of his Harry kissing so many strange people. Right now he didn’t feel that nervous about the Fundraiser, but he supposed it would come when it was time for the deed. He really didn’t want to think about it more than necessary, no matter how okay he might be with Harry kissing other people than himself. He trusted him and hoped Harry remembered this after all the times he had told it to the boy.


They were soon sitting in one of the conveniently placed couches in the Room of Requirements, enjoying a big bowl of candy, courtesy of Ron’s imagination and the Room’s magic.


Harry and Ron sat together without blushing as they realized that Hermione knew about what had happened between them. Or rather, after she told them to stop being silly when they sat on either side of the couch, ignoring each other. She had just grinned at them and told them to move closer together because she knew that was what they really wanted.


After talking and somewhat avoiding why they were there; it was still a little awkward that Hermione was there, Ron turned to Harry after watching him and Hermione talk for the last ten minutes. He placed his hand on Harry’s neck to turn him a little and looked him in the eyes before leaning in for a long overdue kiss.


Hermione looked flabbergasted at being so rudely interrupted in the middle of a sentence, but she soon leaned back in her armchair to enjoy the show. And what a show! Harry definitely didn’t need any more practice; they seemed to have practiced enough.


Due to his earlier position talking to Hermione, Harry was in quite an awkward position when Ron initiated the kiss. As it went on without stop, he gradually turned so that he was leaning sideways on Ron who was in turn leaning on the armrest.


Hermione smiled when she looked at her two best friends kissing. She could see clearly that they loved each other deeply, more then she had realized. Though she had seen the spark between them long ago, she was pleasantly surprised as she now watched them.


After kissing a few minutes, both boys drew back panting. Harry’s eyes were an unusually dark shade of green and his pupils were dilated as he looked at Ron with a smile. Ron was in a similar state, though his blue-grey eyes had changed to an almost metallic blue, standing out clearly in his red face.


He looked at Harry and smiled devilishly. “I don’t think you need any more practice now, Harry. You kiss like you haven’t done anything other for the past fifteen years.” Hermione blushed brightly at the description; she could not help fantasizing about what Ron must have experienced a few moments ago.


Soon the two boys engaged in lip lock again, they could not stay away from each other. Hermione decided it was time to leave them alone, as she quietly snuck out of the room, leaving them to it.


Somehow Harry ended up on Ron’s lap as Ron leaned back on the back of the couch instead of the armrest. Each of Harry’s legs was on either side of Ron’s hips and his hands were buried in the soft red locks. Ron’s arms were wound tight around Harry as they continued to kiss passionately. The room seemed to heat up to an impossible level and Ron decided that Harry looked very warm, as he started to unbutton the raven haired boy’s white shirt.


As Ron’s wonderful hands slipped under Harry’s shirt, it was the only thing he could think of. Everything else disappeared, neither of them had noticed that Hermione had left, most likely they had forgotten that she had been there to begin with. The only thing Harry noticed was the touch of those hands and the feel of Ron’s tongue mapping out his mouth and stroking against his own tongue and teeth.


They both lost themselves in the moment, not thinking what the next day would bring or how they would react to the attention to their kissing booth. They were both too focused on what was happening now; they would have to deal with the problems tomorrow.