Paternity

Paternity, 6/?
By Scribe

Declaration

\"Honestly, Ron, I couldn\'t THINK about sweets after that lunch you bought me. I feel like I should be popping buttons.\"

\"Oh, come on, Harry,\" Ron urged. \"You don\'t have to eat it NOW. We can keep a stash back in the dorm. Just think--never having to be without a chocolate frog. Hey, look--they\'ve got Gum Rubbers!\"

\"Rubber gum? Shouldn\'t that be in Zonko\'s Joke Shop?\"

Ron was examining the flat, brightly colored packets. \"Not rubber gum, Harry--Gum Rubbers. You need to try this. Mister Honeyduke, here. I\'m having some of the tutti-frutti.\"

\"Right you are, young Weasley.\" The proprietor added the price to listlist of items that were already piled on the counter. He reflected that it was nice to see one of the Weasley children able to buy what he wanted for once. It was rather disheartening, seeing them go term after term, watching their friends stock up on Bertie Bott\'s Beans, Fizzing Whizbees, Pepper Imps, and such like, and not being able to afford more than an occasional Stick-jaw Caramel themselves.

Ron opened the pack and offered Harry a slice of gum. \"Go on, try it.\"

Harry unwrapped the stithenthen popped it in his mouth, beginning to chew. \"I thought you intended to save up and get a new dress robe from Gladrags?\"

\"I will. Don\'t be like my Mum, Harry--let me have at least one week of doing as I please before I have to be sensible.\" Harry\'s eyes suddenly popped wide open. \"Started, has it?\"

\"Wow!\" Harry hadn\'t been all that impressed with the Gum Rubber at first. It didn\'t taste any different from Muggle gum, but after he\'d worked it into a soft, pliable glob, the gum suddenly started moving in his mouth. Harry\'s first impulse had been to spit it out, but then it had started to gently, but firmly, massage his gums. \"This feels terrific,\" he mumbled.

\"Yeah, but you need to stay away from the mint flavors--they\'re a little too forceful. Fred and George had to try the Extreme Wintergreen, and they almost lost enamel off their teeth. You\'re right about one thing, though--I don\'t need to spend all of my savings before I get my first paycheck. That\'ll be all for now, Mister Honeyduke.\"

Ron paid, and left the store for once with a comfortably bulging bag. \"Next we need to stop at the post office so I can owl Mum and Dad, and let them know I\'m going to be spending my summer sensibly. Mum\'ll be that proud that I\'ve gotten work without having to be pushed into it.\"

At the post office, Harry perused the display of new stamps while Ron scratchet hat hasty notes not only to his parents, but also to his siblings. He was muttering under his breath about the cost of postage, but it was half-hearted. Harry knew that he was eager to brag about his new financial status. While Draco Malfoy might feel humiliated at having to earn his pocket money, Ron was rather proud of his coming financial independence. The display of the Dragons of the World stamps reminded Harry of Hagrid, and he went over to scribble a brief note to his friend on the bottom of Ron\'s letter to Charlie.

When they were ready to go back to Hogwarts, Ron still had almost an entire sickle worth nutsnuts in his pocket, and he jingled them proudly as he walked. They came to Honeyduke\'s, and there was a group of village children pressing close to the window, ooing and ahhing over a display of the newest set of chocolate frog Wizards cards. The children were discussing them excitedly, and they all trouped in to purchase some, planning on swapping cards afterwards. All but one did. One of the smaller boys, no more than eight or nine, remained outside, staring sadly after his friends. Harry noticed the boy\'s scuffed shoes and much mended, too short trousers.

Ron was staring at the child, jingling his change fiercely. After a moment he went to the boy and said sharply, \"Hold out your hand.\" Looking wary, the boy did so. Ron poured his remaining money into the child\'s palm. \"There. I\'m under a compulsion to award a prize to the fifth person I see on every second Saturday under a full moon.\"

The boy gaped at him, then stared at the small, glittering pile of coins. He closed his fist around them and darted into the store, calling, \"Wait! I got summat after all!\"

The two older boys started up the lane toward the school, walking in silence. Ron was growing increasingly pinker as the quiet lengthened. Finally he said, \"Not a word.\"

Harry shrugged, but couldn\'t resist shooting his friend a smile. \"I was just wondering if he\'ll be too excited to notice that there\'s no moon tonight.\"

Ron chuckled, his embarrassment at being caught in a kindness easing, and they walked on a while in silence. *This is what\'s different about how I am with Ron,* Harry thought. *I can be quiet with him, and it isn\'t uncomfortable. With Ron I don\'t have to be Harry Potter every minute--I can just be Harry.*

\"You\'re looking rather deep, Harry. I\'d offer you a knut for your thoughts, but I haven\'t got any,\" said Ron.

\"I was thinking that now might be a good time to have a talk. There\'s a nice bit of shade over there. Let\'s have a sit and natter.\"

\"Suits me. ouldould do with a bit of cool.\"

They stepped off the road and walked a dozen or so yards to a where a great elm tree grew. The shade beneath its spreading branches was deep, and near its trunk it was as cool and green as the bottom of a pond. \"Come around,\" said Harry, \"And we\'ll have some privacy.\" The tree trunk was so wide that it could easily have been hollowed out into a house--well, one big enough for house elves, anyway. Once behind it the two boys were well screened from the road. They sat down, propping their backs against the tree.

As they settled, Ron said brightly, \"So, what do you think of our chances in the World Quidditch Cup this year? Now that Krum has gone professional, I\'d say that the Brazilian team is our main competition, though I\'ve heard that the Americans are coming up with some truly wicked modifications for their brooms.\"

\"Stuff our Cup prospects, Ron. That isn\'t what I want to talk about, and you know it.\"

Ron plucked a blade of grass and twirled it in his fingers. \"You sure you want to do this, Harry? Now, I mean? Are you sure you don\'t want to think about it a little more?\"

\"No, I don\'t, and do you know why?\"

\"You\'re an impatient git?\"

\"What bloody impatient? We\'ve been needing to discuss this for a couple of years now, Ron--at least I have. I thought you did, too. Am I that wrong?\"

Ron wouldn\'t look at him, but he said softly, \"No, you\'re not.\"

\"The reason it can\'t wait is that we\'re going back to Hogwarts, and we\'re going to be sleeping in the same room tonight. Now, I might have been able to let it go a while longer and just think about it, IF you were off to the Burrow--IF we had some space between us. But Ron, you\'re going to be RIGHT THERE. I need to know how things stand, or I\'ll go bloody mad forcing myself not to touch you.\"

Ron blinked at Harry slowly. \"Really?\"

\"Yeah, really.\"

Ron reached toward Harry\'s face. Harry sat still, assuming that Ron wanted to touch his scar. He had long ago resigned himself to the powerful allure it seemed to have for some people. Instead of touching the faded lightening bolt, though, Ron gently lifted off Harry\'s glasses, folded them, then tucked them in the breast pocket of Harry\'s shirt. He cupped Harry\'s cheek and said, \"Can you see me all right?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Good.\" Ron leaned over and kissed y. y.

Harry decided that he liked kissing Ron in the daylight just as much as he did in the dark--perhaps even more. This kiss was itself like the outdoors--clean, bright, and fresh. Harry put his arms around Ron, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. It said as much as words ever could. Ron was kissing him here, in the open, within a stone\'s throw of a public road. Though they were screened from any passersby, it was hardly private. It told Harry that Ron was not ashamed of what passed between them, and that was good. That was VERY good.

The one kiss didn\'t really end, since at least one of them kept their lips on the other contlly.lly. It might be Harry nibbling at Ron\'s lower lip, or Ron sucking a patch of skin just under Harry\'s left ear, but it continued. All the while they touched--hands stroking and grasping over arms, shoulders, backs, bellies, and legs, feeling the shift and play of solid young muscle.

When the kiss did stop, they still held each other. They\'d slid dto lto lie in the grass, but its coolness couldn\'t abate the heat that radiated from their awakened bodies. Their eyes only inches apart, they gazed at each other, the only sound their rapid breathing. At last Ron said, \"This is it, isn\'t it, Harry?\"

\"Yeah, I think so.\"

\"I mean, it\'s not just sex. There\'d nothing wrong with that, I suppose, but it\'s MORE, isn\'t it?\"

\"It is for me, Ron. I\'m in love with you. There are people I loHagrHagrid, Hermione, even if she is a know-it-all snit sometimes, your Mum and Dad... But this is different, and I know it. I love them, I\'m IN LOVE with you. Now, say you love me back, you daft boy, or I\'ll wallop you.\"

Ron laughed, hugged Harry closer, and kissed him again. \"No, I don\'t love you a bit. I\'m a cold, unnatural, ungrateful bastard. Of course I love you. My Mum didn\'t raise any fools.\" He grinned, \"No matter what my Potions master might say.\"

Harry put his headn onn on Ron\'s shoulder. \"Why aren\'t we humping away like bunnies right now? I\'m as hard as I ever was.\"

\"Huh, good question. Maybe it\'s because, now that it\'s out in the open, there isn\'t quite that air of frantic desperation?\"

\"Could be. You know what one of the best things is about this, Ron?\"

He pinched Harry\'s bum. \"You mean aside from the obvious?\"

\"The best thing is we don\'t have that whole awful \'meet the family\' thing to get over. You KNOW how dreadful the Dursleys are, and we\'re not worried about pleasing them, anyway, since it\'s impossible. And I\'ve practically been a member of your family for the past six years.\"

\"Yeah. We seem to be skipping the in-law troubles. Brilliant. What say we get back to Hogwarts? It\'s damn hot out here, and my chocolate frogs will be melted all over my cards if we don\'t get inside, soon.\"

Harry kissed Ron again, the helped him to his feet, grumbling good naturedly, \"You\'re such a child sometimes.\"
theythey started around the tree, Ron said cheerfully, \"I\'ve had a squint at adulthood, and I\'m in no hurry to leave adolescence.\" As they came to the road, Ron glanced back toward Hogsmeade. \"Hullo, look who\'s going into town.\"

Draco\'s blond hair seemed to strike sparks under the glaring sunlight as he continued into town. \"He\'s turning into the Hog\'s Head,\" said Harry, mildly interested. \"Is he old enough to go in there alone?\"

Ron snorted, remembering Draco\'s comment about picking up a slut if the urge over took him again.FromFrom what Hagrid has said, it isn\'t exactly the sort of place to be too careful of the finer points.\"

Harry frowned. \"He could get in trouble there.\"

\"Why should you care?\" Ron\'s voice was a little sharper than he\'d intended, and Harry looked at him curiously. \"I mean--Malfoy can take care of himself, Harry. He\'s the LAST person you need to worry about having advantage taken of them. Let\'s get back, all right?\"

Harry grinned at him slyly. \"Want to hold hands?\"

Ron returned the grin as they started off. \"Dear, dear. I\'m afraid we\'d frighten the children.\"

~~~***~~***~~***~~***~~***~~~

Draco Malfoy was in the storeroom of the Hog\'s Head. A silver sickle (not from his own pocket) had bought fifteen minutes of uninterrupted time. The warlock who had paid had offered to take him to his room, but Draco had declined. Malfoy might have been horny, but he wasn\'t stupid enough to go somewhere alone with a stranger who practiced the Dark Arts.

The man, who reminded him just a touch of Snape, had approached him as soon as he\'d sat down in the dingy pub. He\'d offered to buy Draco a butterbeer, and had been told that if that was the best he could do, he could sod off. After two ales and a bit of fumbling under the table, the warlock had struck the deal with the bartender, and they\'d gone down the narrow corridor to this small, grubby room. It was stacked along each wall with boxes and cases, barely leaving a yard square room in the center, but it was big enough for their purpose.

At present Draco was leaning back against a stack of boxes that contained bottles of the rough, cheap liquor dispensed by the Hog\'s Head (the finer, special order stock was kept under the strict security of the pub\'s owner). Draco\'s trousers were open, his rigid cock exposed. The warlock was kneeling on the floor before him, eyeing it hungrily. Draco had flatly refused to suck the man off, saying, \"And ruin a perfectly good set of clothes? You must be joking.\" By that time the warlock was so filled with lust that he\'d have done anything that the silver haired boy desired.

\"Well,\" said Draco. \"are you going to suck it, or are you going to just ADMIRE it? We only have fifteen minutes. If we have time, I\'ll give you a hand job, but if you want it you\'d be sto stop wasting time.\"

In answer the man gripped Draco\'s prick and began licking it like an ice lolly, then swallowed half of it and began sucking in earnest. Draco sighed as a talented tongue lashed against his thickening flesh. He looked down again and watched himself sliding in and out between the man\'s reddened, wide stretched lips. He\'d let him continue for a moment or two, he decided, then he\'d take hold of his hair and give him a good throat fucking. He figured the warlock would enjoy it. Anyone who\'d let themselves be bossed around like this one did had a bit of the submissive in them, no matter how they liked to think of themselves as the predator.

Sure enough, when Draco took a painful grip and began jerking his hips, shoving his cock down the man\'s gullet, his partner gave a muffled whimper and grabbed Draco\'s pumpins, ts, trying to pull him in deeper. Draco studied his long, pale fingers, clamped to the man\'s skull,he she shot bursts of hot come into the willing and eager mouth. As he hauled his partner to his feet and jerked open his fly to reveal the reddened, weeping cock, Draco reflected that it would have been much more erotic if his fingers had been buried in thick copper hair, and the suckling had been, perhaps, a bit reluctant.