Basilisk

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Chapter six: False Alarm

It was around lunchtime when Ron awoke and he found himself alone in bed. He could hear the sound of the shower running in the next room and louder than that, he could hear Harry’s sweet voice. He rose from the bed, slipped on a pair of boxers and went to stand by the door to the bathroom, pressing his ear against the wood. He was trying to place the words of the song. The tune sounded unfamiliar, but the lyrics sounded like something he had heard before. Then he heard it, that line that had, only a couple of weeks ago, torn his whole world to pieces.

“Through it all you’re always my best friend
For all the things I didn’t say and all the things I didn’t do
Tonight I’m gonna find a way
Every time I look at you
Baby I feel something new
That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more….”

Ron was so enwrapped in the song that he didn’t notice the shower had stopped running. Suddenly Ron was falling. His face connected with the soft flesh of Harry’s chest as both boys toppled to the floor.

“Bloody hell, Ron!” Harry exclaimed as his butt hit the floor.

“Shit!” Ron cried. He was on top of Harry, a naked Harry, as the other boy’s towel had fallen off him during the fall.

“Sorry,” Ron said, pushing himself up on to his hands and looking down at Harry. He stared at Harry’s amused face, feeling the air vibrate with tension. He bent his head, connecting his lips with Harry’s in a fierce and passionate kiss. His tongue slipped pasted Harry’s lips, mapping out the inside of the other boys mouth. Ron lightly traced his fingers down Harry’s sides as he began placing kisses along Harry’s face up to his ear.

“I want to feel you inside me again,” he whispered. Harry groaned as Ron enforced his statement by rubbing his boxer-covered erection against Harry’s now fully erect penis.

“Don’t move,” he uttered, springing up onto his feet and rushing to the bathroom cabinet to grab a tube of lubricant. He was quickly back on top of Harry, kissing his way down the other boys chest, stopping at each nipple to suck the flesh into his mouth. He continued to kiss his way down Harry’s belly, dipping his tongue into Harry’s bellybutton. When he reached Harry’s manhood, he swiped at the tip with his tongue, causing Harry to breathlessly call out his name.

He swallowed down Harry’s cock, holding down the boys hips with his hands, sliding the flat of his tongue along the underside of Harry’s member. Ron bobbed his head up and down Harry’s cock, eliciting sweet moans from the dark-haired boy. Before he pushed Harry over the edge, Ron released Harry and began smothering lubricant onto Harry’s cock.
Ron removed his boxers and straddled Harry’s hips, guiding Harry’s member to his entrance. Without preparation, Ron sank down onto Harry, whimpering at the sensation of being filled.

“What about pre…ohh!” Harry began to ask a question but his words were interrupted by a deep moan.

“It’s okay,” Ron answered knowing Harry was about to ask him about preparation. Harry was now fully inside him and Ron had stilled, letting himself adjust to the intrusion. Once he was relaxed, he began to move his hips, pumping them gently.

His pace picked up as he angled himself so that with each trust Harry was hitting his sweet spot. Both were breathing harshly as they neared orgasm. Harry placed his hand on Ron’s member, stoking him in time with their lovemaking. Ron felt the familiar burn start in his toes as he continued to ride Harry, who was rapidly thrusting his hips upwards. Tingles were running down his spine and it wasn’t long before Ron came, calling out Harry’s name. Harry continued to pump into him, coming shortly after, with a deep, loud moan.

Ron collapsed on top of Harry, his breathing still irregular as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. He rolled of off Harry and lay on his back next to his lover.

“Wow,” Harry breathed, he too was trying to catch his breath.

“You can say that again,” Ron replied. His breathing had now evened out and his heartbeat had gone back to its normal, gentle rhythm.

“Wow,” Harry repeated, causing Ron to chuckle. The floor of the bathroom doorway was extremely uncomfortable however, Ron felt more satisfied than he had done in along time.

*@*

Ron and Harry sat cuddled together on the couch in the living room, watching a film, when Ron suddenly remembered the reason he been leaning against the bathroom door earlier that day.

“Harry?” he asked, lifting his head up from its place on Harry’s thigh.

“Yeah?” Harry answered.

“That song, you were singing in the shower this morning, is it about me?” he thought he already knew the answer, but Ron wanted Harry to confirm it.

Harry blushed, a small smile forming on his lips. “Yeah, it is,” he replied, sliding his hand through Ron’s thick red hair. Ron face lit up. The song may have ruined his life a week ago, but now that he knew the real reason behind the words and they spoke of Harry’s feelings for him.

Ron was just reaching up to pull Harry into a kiss when the fire roared, indicating they had a Firecall. He shot up off Harry, who gave him a curious look.

“Hey guys,” Hermione’s voice came from the fireplace and she sounded down.

“Hey ‘Mione, everything okay?” Harry asked.

“Do you guys mind if I come over for a bit?” her voice hitched as if she had been crying.

“Of course not. You know you’re welcome anytime, sweetie,” Ron said, now feeling very concerned for his friend.

Hermione’s head disappeared. The fire roared once more with large, luminous green flames and Hermione stepped out into the living room. Her eyes were red and her face was blotchy, indicating that she had been crying. Both boys rushed to her, pulling her towards the settee and sitting her down between them.

“What’s happened?” Harry voice was worried as the two boys sat awaiting Hermione’s answer. She began to sob and Ron conjured a box of tissues and handed her one. She blew her nose, emitting a loud sob as she handed the tissue back to Ron. He took it between his forefinger and his thumb, placing it quickly onto the coffee table.

“What ever it is, sweetie, it can’t be that bad,” Ron said. Hermione sniffed as her sobs continued. Ron threw a worried glance at Harry who looked back with the same confusion on his face.

“I think... I think I might be pregnant,” she quietly admitted. Harry and Ron were stunned. Neither boy knew what to say to her. Hermione continued to weep, her face become blotchier.

“Have you told Draco?” Ron asked, finally getting over the initial shock of the news he had just heard.

“No, how stupid do you think I am? He would freak,” she cried. She hiccupped loudly and tears continued to pour down her face. Ron began to rub his hand up and down her back in hope that it would provide her a little comfort.

“Well, have you thought about doing a pregnancy test?” Harry suggested.

“Not yet,” she replied. “I’m scared. What if I am pregnant? I’m only 19, Harry; I’m not old enough to have a baby.” She stared at him with fear in her eyes, a look that rarely appeared on her face.

“Right, I’m going to nip to the chemist and get you a pregnancy test, a Muggle one. I won’t be long,” Harry stood up, grabbed his coat and left the apartment before Hermione could protest.

While they were waiting for Harry to return, Ron made Hermione a cup of tea and the two friends sat talking at the island between the living room and the kitchen.

“What am I going to do if the test is positive, Ron?” Hermione said, her voice sounding amazingly small. “I mean, I can’t be a mother. I just... can’t.”

“Hermione, sweetie, you’ll be a wonderful mother. Whether you become one now or later in life. You’re a fantastic woman Hermione and one of the strongest people I know; you’ll handle it. It’s what you do,” she smiled at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Before they knew it, Harry was back holding a brown paper bag, which he handed to Hermione. They packed her off to the bathroom and both stood anxiously outside the door. A couple of minutes later, Hermione emerged, holding a small, white, plastic stick.

“It’ll take a couple of minutes,” she said. The minutes dragged out, each one feeling like an hour. When the two minutes were up, Hermione thrust the stick in the boys’ direction.

“I can’t look,” she cried. Ron took the stick off her and checked the little screen that indicated if you were, or were not, pregnant.

“It’s… erm… negative,” he said, checking he had read the symbol correctly against the instructions. Hermione let out a huge sigh of relief and a smile spread across her face. Harry gave her a hug as Ron continued to look at the object.

“How do these Muggle things work then?” Ron asked, inspecting the little white item in his hand. Growing up in the Wizarding world meant he didn’t know much about Muggle things, though he was learning.

“Well, Hermione peed on the stick and then it tests the urine,” Harry answered, pointing at the object in Ron’s hand.

“Eww!” Ron exclaimed, flinging the stick into the sink. “You could have told me that.” Both Hermione and Harry burst out laughing at him, as he started to frantically wash his hands.

*@*


Hermione had stayed for another cup of tea, happy in the knowledge that she was without child. After she had left, Ron and Harry had decided they would go out for dinner, a kind of date, though neither of them had called it that yet.

They had agreed to go to a Muggle restaurant not to far away from their apartment. They got ready and met in the living room. Harry racked his eyes down Ron’s body as he entered the small room. Ron was wearing a pair of black slacks and a light blue shirt, which had a black dragon print around one side, going onto the back. He blushed as he saw Harry checking him out. It still felt surreal to Ron to have Harry look at him like that. However, he also let his eyes wonder down Harry’s body, taking in the plain black shirt and the beige slacks that he was wearing. Ron loved the way Harry always looked good without looking like he had tried to hard.

“You ready to go?” Harry asked, his voice was thick and husky, as he dragged his eyes up to meet Ron’s. Ron nodded and they Apparated to a dark alley near the restaurant.

Once they were seated in the restaurant and had both ordered, Harry gave Ron an apprehensive glance before taking a large gulp of his wine. Confused, Ron stared at him.

“What?” Ron said, after Harry had continued to give him the same look for what felt like five minutes, but had probably only been about two.

“Nothing,” Ron frowned at the quickness of Harry’s reply. He could tell Harry had something to say and the other boys hesitation was making Ron uneasy. After another few minutes of Harry giving him the same expression, Ron sighed.

“Come on, out with it,” he said.

“Out with what?” Harry asked, innocently. He took another large gulp of his wine and began looking around the restaurant.

“Don’t avoid me, you obviously have something to say, so say it,” Ron was beginning to get annoyed, but didn’t really want to get in to an argument with Harry.

Harry looked as if he was about to talk when the waiter appeared with their meals. Harry began shovelling food into his mouth as soon as he could, apparently not wanting to finish their conversation. Ron stared at him for a few minutes in hope that he may talk, but Harry just continued to eat. Ron sighed and began to eat, though he was mostly just pushing the food around his plate. He was about to take a rather large mouthful of steak he was eating, when Harry suddenly spoke.

“Do you not want our friends to know about us?” Ron looked at Harry, who had a rather desolate expression on his face.

“Where did that come from? Of course, I want them to know about us. Merlin, Harry, I was so happy when you told me you loved me, I wanted to climb on the rooftop and shout it too anybody who would listen.” Harry’s expression softened and he ducked his head, though Ron didn’t miss the look of relief that flooded his features.

“Whatever made you think I wouldn’t want them to know?” Ron asked.

“When Hermione came today, you shot up off me so quickly; I didn’t know what to think. I just jumped to conclusions and I was wrong. I’m sorry I doubted you, Ron,” Harry said, holding Ron’s blue eyes with his own.

Ron began to gently shake his head. “No, I’m sorry. I did that because I wasn’t sure if you wanted them to know. Coming out as gay is a big thing, Harry. Something you should do in your own time, not something that should be forced on you by being caught,” he said.

“I’ve come to terms with it. I think it’s about time I did tell everyone,” Harry said confidently. Ron smiled at him.

The rest of the night went smoothly and if it’s possible, Ron fell more in love with Harry with each passing second. The black haired boy kept him enwrapped all through the dinner. Unlike on other dates, Ron didn’t feel uncomfortable or unsure of what to say. The night passed quickly and when they returned home, they both retreated to Ron’s bedroom for the night.