ButterMellow

ButterMellow

Part 6: Ichigo Odoroki
Author: Chibi Ron Weasley
Pairing: HarryXRon, Fred+George
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Oh well. I forgot to mention, this story is suppose to take place sometime in Harry and Ron\'s fifth year at Hogwarts...I started translating the titles incase you wanted to know what they meant... Also if you hadn\'t noticed before...I have a thing for three dots in a row...

P.S....As much as I make Harry and Ron screw, I do not own them...

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~Ichigo Odoroki~
(Strawberry Suprise)

It was about 2:30 in the morning when Ron stirred awake, blinking sleepily into the inky darkness. The night air was crisp and cool, fullfull of the friendly chirp of crickets. Outside, the moon could be seen through the trees, gently swaying in the summer breeze, giving the impression that they were waving their many arms happily at Ron through his bedroom window. He smiled, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand, and glanced around the room to check the time. Unfortunately, it was too dark. His entire room was pitch black, all except for one thing that Ron noticed.

A solitary stripe of moonlight splashed across the floor, running up along the bed, and across Harry\'s face, interrupting the harsh darkness that surrounded him. His form seemed to give off an ethereal glow in the moonlight, immediately giving Ron the impression of an angel.

He smiled as Harry gave a little sigh in his sleep, shifting his body, causing a few strands of dark hair to fall across his scar, reflecting the bright rays of moonlight. Smiling as he lay his head back down onto the pillow next to Harry\'s, Ron snuggled closer to him, in awe of the other boy\'s angelic sleeping features. Harry was so beautiful. He nuzzled comfortably against Harry\'s neck, and wrapped his arms around his love\'s body; for Harry had protectively encircled Ron\'s waist the entire night.

As he lay embraced in his sleeping lover\'s arms, Ron took the time to reflect upon recent events. Everything had happened so quickly...that very morning, he and Harry had merely been just friends. They hadn\'t even been aware of each other\'s feelings...and then not so much as a couple hours later, they were making love in the bathtub!?

Ron blushed, the heat radiating off his face like a furnace as his mind ran over the subject again and again. \"So...I love him...he loves me. So does that mean that we\'re...no...um, maybe...are we together? Are we lovers?\" He pondered to himself, mind racing a mile a minute.

Ron yawned, interrupting his mind from its internal debate. After all, he was tired after the...*ahem*...workout he had previously been through, and it was the wee hours of the morning.

The room began to blurr before him, his eyelids suddenly weighing a ton. \"Harry...do you think of me...as your...lover..?\" he mumbled, and the shadows of the trees outside danced across the two as Ron drifted off to join Harry in a peaceful slumber.

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ERR!! ERR!! ERR!!

\"UUUHHHHNNNG!!!\" Ron moaned, bashing his fist into the alarm clock, sending it crashing into a wall. He flopped back down into his bed and yanked the blazing orange Chudley Cannons bed sheets over his head, letting out a disgruntled noise of disapproval.

\"Bloody hell, it can\'t be 11 O\'clock already, can it?\" He sleepily poked his head out from underneath the blanket to check the time, but remembered he had punched his clock across the room, and it was now lying upside down on the floor, and he was way too tired and lazy to make out what the upsidedown numbers were. In Ron\'s half-asleep mind, they appeared as squiggles and chinese symbols. He grunted and stuffed his head back under the covers, curling into the fetal position, trying to get warm. He noticed he was alot colder than he had been just a while ago, so obviously, he noticed something was missing. Running his hand down along his side, he remembered; Harry\'s arms were no longer around his waist. As a matter of fact, Harry wasn\'t even in bed at all.

Sitting bolt upright, Ron was suddenly very much awake as he stared around his room. No way...Harry wouldn\'t do this to Ron...have a one night stand and then high-tail it off the premesis? Ron turned to look in the mirror and choked back a yell of terror.

\"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS--Oh, wait, it\'s just me,\" he finished, staring at his horrid reflection. His hair was sticking up in all directions, more resembling some ungainly dead creature than actual hair. No wonder Harry had run away, he thought to himself, if he\'de woken up next to something looking like that, he\'de have done the same thing. Flopping back down on his bed, he let out a long and aggitated sigh, and rolled over, finding himself face to face with a neatly folded piece of paper that was lying on Harry\'s pillow.

He blinked curiously, picking it up and examining the little note before unfolding it to read what was inside. Written in strawberry pink quill ink was scrawled:

Rise and shine, Ron! Come down to the kitchen. I\'ll be waiting there with a little surprise for you.

~ Love, Harry

Slowly, he folded the note back up and stuck it in his drawer, grinning as the phrase \'I\'ve got a little surprise in the kitchen for you\' repeated in his mind. He was already running half way down the hall when he realized he was completely naked, and remembered he and Harry hadn\'t bothered to get dressed when they had gone to bed the night before. Ron skittered to a halt, finding a pair of pajama pants that he had carelessly disgarded in the hall one night, pulled them over his smooth legs, tying the waist string, and continued to race down the hall. He didn\'t bother to put on the matching striped pajama shirt.

Grinning like the Chesire cat, he slid down the banister, exiting the upstairs of his house. \"Oh Haaarry...are you doooown heeere?\"

\"I\'m in the Kiiiitcheeen!\" Harry\'s voice sang back.

Ron rounded the corner and stood in the kitchen doorway. There, standing in front of the stove, was Harry. He was buck naked, all except for the frilly pink \'kiss the cook\' apron he had on. \"Hullo, Ron,\" he said with a smile, turning to face him. Ron\'s eyes widended as he watched Harry\'s pink tongue flicker out to lick the bit of whipped cream off his finger. \"Made you breakfast, Ron...\"

\"You look delicious, Harry...\" Ron replied, licking Harry\'s finger, sucking the rest of the whipped cream off.

Harry groaned in pleasure as Ron playfully sucked the rest of his fingers clean. He ran his tongue up the last digit, suckling on the tip seductively, Harry\'s groans enough to satisfy him for his deeds.

The two kissed briskly, Harry circling his arms around Ron\'s thin waist. \"Ron, I--\" Harry snorted, cutting himself off in mid sentance as he caught sight of Ron\'s hair.

\"Wha?\" Ron questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Harry held back a snigger. \"I think you need to primp that cat that died on your head.\"

Ron had an aggrivated look on his face. \"Not funny...\" he mumbled at the smiling Harry, smoothing down his wild red hair so it didn\'t look like he had been rolling around in a hayloft somewhere.

Harry laughed quietly and kissed Ron reassurringly on the lips. \"I was only kidding, Ron...only kidding,\" he said, ruffling the boy\'s red hair. Ron stared out from under his messy bangs with huge puppy dog eyes, causing a soft chuckle from Harry. \"You\'re so cute, Ron...\"
They giggled at each other and kissed again. \"So...\" Ron began, \"What did you make me for breakfast?\"

Harry smiled coyly. \"Oh no, Ron. I don\'t think you quite understood...When I said \'Made you breakfast\'...I literally meant \'Make...YOU...breakfast.\"

The puzzled expression on Ron\'s face shothatthat the idea hadn\'t made it from point A to point B in his brain, but a few moments later Harry was all over him and it didn\'t matter anymore. Ron didn\'t know what Haras tas talking about half the time anyway, and as long as his hands continued to move the way they were now, he didn\'t really care right now.

Harry undid the string on Ron\'s pants and slipped them off. Ron glanced down lazily. Gee, those pants hadn\'t even stayed on five minutes. Was he going for an all out nudity record or what? He let a noise of bliss escape his throat as he felt Harry\'s hands on his soft flesh. He leaned backward from Harry\'s weight on top of him, the cold linoleum sending shivers up his spine as his back lie down against it.

\"Would you like me to warm you up, Ron?\" Harry spoke softly. He reached up, taking the pot of strawberry sauce that he had slightly warmed up off the stove, and poured some of it over Ron\'s chest. He gasped, feeling the warm liquid spread over him, running down his sides.

\"You look way better than any sundae...\" Harry whispered to Ron, and took his tongue up the middle of the boy\'s chest, dividing the puddle of strawberry sauce.

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\"OUCH! You stood on my foot!\"

\"Sorry!\"

Fred and George crept through the bushes, back to the Burrow. George slanted his gaze at Fred as they came to the back door. \"Y\'dont think they\'de be back by now, do you?\"

\"Nah...\" Fred answered quietly, \"Mum and Dad said they\'de be the whole weekend. Ginny is with them...guess Ron is too, so...we have the house to ourselves, for once...\"

\"Finally...\" Fred kissed George gently on the forehead. \"Lee\'de understand our leaving a bit early...we\'ll have plenty of other days to plan to jump Percy and dress him in a giant twinkie costume...\"

The two embraced lovingly before averting their attention back to the door. With a house always as full of people as the Weasly\'s was, there was barely any room for privacy. George jimmied the door open professionally, as they\'de done many times before, and slipped in, unnoticed, carefully and quietly shutting the door behind them. They stealthily crept along the wall up to the bottom of the stairs. Listening carefully, it didn\'t sound like any of the family had made it home yet, and the house appeared to be unoccupied, as planned.

Fred grinned at George. \"Looks like our plan\'s working out just f--\"

He was interuppted in mid sentance by a vague sound, seemingly coming from the kitchen. The twins quickly pulled out of each others arms and stared alert down the hallway.

\"What the hell was that?\" spat George.

They heard it again.

Flustered, the twins bounded stealy dly down the hallway. \"Take the secret route to the kitchen pantry!\" Came Fred\'s harsh whisper from behind. Nodding, George slid a wall panel aside, and the two leapt into the hidden crawl space like a pair of foxes.

Of course, being the experts of mischief, Fred and George knew every passageway of Hogwarts like the backs of their hands, so it was only imaginable how well they knew their own house. They were probably aware of things even Mr. and Mrs. Weasley didn\'t know...this passage being one of them. Sliding a wooden wall panel aside, the two climbled out into the lower half of the kitchen pantry.

\"I\'ll check first...\" came Fred\'s voice from the darkness again. Silent and agile as a fox, he crawled across the floor in the stripe of light that was allowed in by the crack in the slightly open door. Upon peering out of it, he clapped a hand over his mouth, and with the other, mutely motioned for George to come over. George, chock-full of curiosity as always, ventured over to join his brother, and peered out into the kitchen. Within seconds, his face mirrored the shock of his brother\'s as the scene in the kitchen played out before them.

Well, there was their little brother Ron. And there was Harry. And then there was their Mother\'s strawberry syrup desert....and the combination of the three proved to be a very entertaining show. The two pale bodies were intertwined magnificently, writhing on the floor, splashed with the crimson red of the strawberries. The twins stared openmouthed and gaping, Harry and Ron were at it like dogs in heat, right there, smack in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Ron was panting in ecstasy, hands intertwined in the black hair as Harry licked at the strawberry sauce on his hardened nipples.

\"Fuck, yeah...\" breabreathed. He pushed Harry\'s head further down his chest, already knowing its destination, and wanting it to reach it quicker.

Harry looked up, cocking his head. \"What\'s wrong, Ron? Can\'t wait for me to suck you off, can you?\"

Ron smiled down at Harry between his legs and arched his back. \"You got it.\"

Harry grinned and took the can of whipped cream from the counter. He popped off the top and commenced to wrap Ron\'s ever-hardening cock in a luxurious coating of whipped cream. \"Are you ready for me now?\" Harry asked polietly.

\"Hell yeah.\"

Ron grabbed at Harry\'s hair as he went down on him, his tongue delicately probing his throbbing cock. He shot a seductive glare back up at Ron as he then ran his tongue up and back down Ron\'s entire length, and quickly plunged the entire thing into his wanting mouth. Ron threw his head back and groaned. Harry sucked off the whipped cream, continuing the rhythmic pace he had on Ron\'s member. Ron panted heavily and thrust his pelvis upward into Harry. Harry slid his hand along Ron\'s side, keeping him steady as he drew in a long breath, sucking hard, and Ron responded with an outragiously loud yell of passion.

\"God, Harry, I love you...\" He moaned. The feeling of Harry\'s warm suction around his cock was wonderful, and the way he massaged the bottom of it all the while with his tongue was expert. Harry thrust it deep into his throat again, and caused his lover to cry out. Harry could tell Ron was going to come very soon.

\"Wait.\"

Harry looked up, debating whether or not he should let Ron\'s dick drop out of his mouth long enough to question a response.

\"Harry, fuck me.\"

George\'s eyes almost fell out of his head. He clasped his hand over his mouth to keep himself from shouting a random obsanity, and leaned for support on Fred. He almost toppled headlong into the out the pantry door; Fred was no longer below him looking out into the kitchen. Startled, he whipped his head around. Fred was on his knees intently digging through a box in the pantry.

\"FRED!\" George whispered harshly, \'What the bloody hell are you doing??\"

Fred grinned back at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulled out a video camera that he had bought from a muggle. \"Dude, we have GOT to make a new home movie...\"

~End of Part 6~