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Chapter Five: The end of misconceptions

Ron was up early the next morning, knowing he would be the one having to make breakfast. He placed some eggs and bacon in the frying pan and, when he heard Harry’s bedroom door open, reached into the potions cupboard and pulled out a hangover potion. Harry sat at the island that separated the kitchen from the living room, placing his head in his hands with a groan.

“Here, drink this,” Ron handed him the potion, making sure to avoid eye contact and headed back to tend to the pan on the cooker. He heard Harry pull the stopper out of the vial and gulp down its contents.

“How are feeling?” Ron asked, still not looking at his friend.

“Like hell,” Harry replied. Ron looked at him, wondering if Harry remembered the conversation they had had when Ron was trying to put him to bed.

“Well, by the looks of it, you had a fair amount to drink last night,” Ron said.

“I’m really sorry, Ron. You shouldn’t have had to come home and find me like that,” Harry apologized. He got up and began pulling out a couple of plates for breakfast. Ron went back to the frying pan, flipping Harry’s eggs over so they were cooked the way he liked them.

“It’s fine, Harry,” though the tone of his voice showed that it clearly wasn’t. He had really wanted to talk to Harry last night; instead, he had ended up with more questions running around his head.

“No, it’s not. Look Ron, be mad, you’re entitled to be. I’ve acted like a total shit these past few weeks,” Harry said, turning to look at Ron. “I ruined the end of the tour and I’m sorry. I know how much you enjoy the tours and I totally ruined it for you.”

“Harry, its fine. I just… I’m sorry I never figured out whom it was you loved straight away. I don’t really understand why you got so mad though; you know I’ve always been a little slow off the mark. Though, when I did figure it out, I realised how obvious it was,” Ron answered. He started to place the breakfast on the plates moving around Harry in the small kitchen. Harry stood staring at Ron perplexed.

“You know and you have nothing to say about the matter?” Harry asked, with confusion.

“What is there to say, Harry?” Ron took his plate over to the island and sat down. Harry made no move to join him, instead just turned to look at him, with confusion on his face.

“What do you mean, ‘what is there to say’?” Harry asked, his voice rising slightly. “You finally figure out that I’m love with you and you can’t think of anything to say.” Harry stormed out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, shutting his door with a forceful slam. Ron just sat staring at the place where Harry had been stood. He couldn’t move; he was too scared that if he did, he would wake up in his bed. Harry had just admitted to loving him, shit Harry had just admitted to being in love with him. Reality hit him and he raced towards Harry’s room. When he got to the door however, he didn’t know what to say. He thought he should apologize, but that wasn’t what came out of his mouth.

“I thought it was Hermione,” he called through the closed door. “I mean, I hoped and Merlin, bloody prayed that it was me, but I never thought you would see me that way. You were always into girls, Harry. How could I ever believe that that would change because of me? I’m nothing special, Harry, just another Weasley, but I’m a Weasley that’s in love with you.” he waited a couple of minutes at the door, but it did not open. Thinking he’d ruined his chances, Ron slumped into the living room, dumping himself on the settee.

He hadn’t been sat there long when he realised he had tears running down his cheeks. He made no move to wipe them away; it didn’t seem worth it.

“You have never just been another Weasley, Ron; you’re so much more than that.” Ron could hear Harry’s subtle footsteps walking towards the couch. “How you could ever think I loved Hermione is beyond me. I mean, I love her, but as a friend and that’s all. Ron, that night I told you I loved someone and you didn’t figure it out, I wasn’t mad at you, not really. I was mad at myself. Mad at myself for not being brave enough to tell you straight that I loved you. I guess I knew subconsciously that you wouldn’t figure it out and that made it easier, meant I didn’t have to face rejection; meant I didn’t get hurt. In the end, I ending up hurting more, because I didn’t have you and I wanted you. I still want you. I always want you.”

Harry had stopped behind the sofa, behind where Ron was sitting. Ron hadn’t turned around, for the chance, that Harry wasn’t really there and he was just hearing things. He knew he had to turn around; had to say something. He wanted Harry too and could not explain how happy it made him feel to here Harry say that. He took a deep breath and without turning around started to speak.

“I found some song lyrics you had written. They were talking about the person you loved being you’re best friend and since you’re heterosexual I figured it must have been Hermione,” Ron stood turning to face Harry, the sofa between them. “I cried when I found them. Not right away, at first I couldn’t do anything. It tore me to pieces, thinking you could love her, but not me. It was the day I accepted to go on that date; I guess I thought if I could find somebody to be with, it would help me get over you.”

“Oh Merlin, Ron! This is all my fault, if I hadn’t been such a scared little shit, this would have never happened. You wouldn’t have been hurt like that,” Harry said.

“Yeah, and if I hadn’t been so dense, you wouldn’t have been hurt either,” Ron countered. “So I guess we’re both as bad as each other.” Ron walked around to the opposite side of the sofa, stopping in front of Harry.

“Just for the record, I want you too,” Ron said, he wanted to kiss Harry, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed. He stood looking at almond-shaped emerald eyes that were so full of love, that Ron wondered how he couldn’t have known what Harry was feeling for him. Harry moved closer to him, so close that Ron could almost feel the other boy breathing on him.

“Glad to hear it,” Harry uttered. His lips descended on Ron’s, their mouths meeting hesitantly. Ron felt Harry’s tongue timidly stroke his lips and he gladly opened his mouth to allow it entrance. Ron was in heaven; the kiss sent tingles up and down his spine and was far more powerful than the brushing of lips he had experienced with Hunter the night before. Harry’s hands slid up the front of his t-shirt and hooked around Ron’s neck as they moved even closer to each other. Ron placed his hands firmly on Harry’s slim hips as their bodies met. Their tongues were dancing as all the tension from the past few weeks, poured itself into the kiss. Harry’s lips were soft against his, but Ron pulled away, panting for breath. He lent his forehead against Harry’s, as he tried to get oxygen into his lungs again. He could hear Harry panting also and was glad he had had the same affect on the other boy.

“I can’t tell you how good that felt,” Ron said, between breaths.

“Don’t worry, I know,” Harry replied. He glided his hand down Ron’s muscular arms, stopping when he reached the hands on his hips. He pulled the hands away, interlacing his fingers with Ron’s. Harry pulled his head back so he could look Ron in the eye.

“What happens now?” Harry asked, sounding very insecure and unsure.

“I don’t know exactly,” Ron admitted. “Are you sure this is what you want? It’s big decision to make Harry, you’re not just entering a new relationship, you’re entering a new lifestyle. I mean, I can never give you a normal life, not like a woman could.” Ron was feeling very insecure, he knew Harry loved him, but he’d be giving up things that he may want in the future.

“Do you love me?” Harry asked, staring at Ron with his sparkling green eyes.

“More than anything, but…”

“But nothing. That’s all I need Ron, your love, nothing else,” Harry attached his lips to Ron’s once more, sliding his hands under Ron’s t-shirt and ghosting his fingers over quickly hardening nipples.

Ron moaned into Harry’s mouth, wrapping his arms around Harry’s middle and pulling the smaller boy closer. He could feel Harry’s erection through the thick material of his jeans and he knew Harry would be able to feel his. He pulled back as Harry lifted Ron’s t-shirt over his head, latching onto one of his nipples with his mouth, causing Ron to moan loudly. Ron brought Harry’s head back up to his, kissing him passionately. When he pulled out of the kiss, he looked into Harry’s dilated eyes and when he saw that Harry really did want this, he took his hand and led him to his bedroom.

Once in his room, Ron lifted Harry’s shirt over his head, ghosting his hands down Harry’s chest as he dropped the item of clothing to the floor. Harry really was beautiful, the Quidditch training at Hogwarts had paid off and given him a stunningly muscular chest. They began kissing again, their tongues battling against each other. Ron began to undo Harry’s jeans, letting them flop to the floor and pool around Harry’s ankles. He walked backwards towards his bed, pulling Harry along with him, still attached by the mouth.

When he felt the bed bang against the back of his legs, he lay down, pulling Harry atop of him. They spent along time just kissing each other and letting their hands wonder over the others body. Eventually Harry moved down Ron’s body, undoing his trousers and pulling them off along with his boxers. Harry sat up admiring Ron’s form. Ron flushed, feeling rather exposed, but his unease faded when he saw the wanton look in Harry’s eyes. He sat up on his elbows and motioned with his head for Harry to come closer. Harry obliged, connecting his lips once more with Ron’s. They shared a slow, sensual kiss

Ron tugged at Harry’s boxers, sliding them half way down before letting Harry take them off the rest of the way. Ron raked his eyes down Harry’s naked form. The sight alone made him groan with pleasure; he wanted Harry so badly it almost hurt.

“Ron?” Harry had a self-conscious look on his face. “I’ve never… well I’m not entirely sure I know what I’m doing.” Ron felt his heart expand at the smallness of Harry’s voice, pulling him closer and placing a kiss on his lips.

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you,” Ron said, pulling Harry’s mouth to his once again. He just could not get enough of the taste of the other boy. Ron groaned as Harry’s erection rubbed against his own, causing more of the delightful tingles to shoot up his spine.

When they finally pulled apart, Ron lifted his hips and slipped a pillow beneath him. He then reached over and took a small tube of lubricant out of the drawer of his beside table. Handing the tube to Harry, he bent his legs, putting his feet flat on the bed. He had decided that it would be better if Harry topped for the first time he was with another man.

“Put some on your fingers…” he nodded towards the tube, “… and just use one finger at first, then two, and don’t worry about hurting me, because you won’t.”

Harry did as he was told, slowly sliding one finger into Ron, who let out a deep moan, as Harry began to work the finger in and out. After a short while, Harry added the second finger staring in awe as Ron wriggled in pleasure, moaning at every other thrust.

“Now, Harry… Oh Merlin,” Ron moaned. Harry slowly withdrew his fingers and began spreading lube over his engorged cock. He lent over Ron, who caught the blazing green eyes, holding Harry’s gaze as the raven-haired boy entered him. Both boys whimpered as heat coursed through them. Harry began rocking his hips back and forwards, setting a slow, languid pace. Soon Harry was hitting Ron’s prostate on nearly every thrust, his pace had picked up slightly and both boys were groaning loudly. Ron reached down between them, gripped his own cock and started pumping on it in time with Harry’s thrusts. Suddenly, he felt another hand join his and Harry helped bring him to completion. The tightening of Ron’s muscles around his cock pushed Harry over the edge and he came, with a shudder, deep inside of Ron.

Harry collapsed onto Ron’s chest, burying his head in the crook of Ron’s neck as he tried to catch his breath. Ron slid his hands down Harry’s back, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“I love you,” he heard Harry whisper, causing him to smile.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, as Harry rolled off him and curled into his side, leaning his head on Ron’s chest. Neither could think of anything else to say that wouldn’t ruin the moment, so both stayed silent as they fell into a blissful sleep.