Basilisk

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places etc. they all belong to J.K. Rowling and her people. I am merely playing with them.

Chapter Seven: A Butterfly of Nerves

It had been two days since Ron had learnt of Harry’s love for him, and what a two days it had been. The two had spent the best part of the last 48 hours in bed, learning and worshipping the others body. They’d tried many different positions, some more difficult to get into than others. Harry had yet to try bottoming, but Ron didn’t mind. He loved having Harry inside of him; loved being filled by his raven-haired lover.

During this time, they had also discussed many things that they either wanted to know about each other, but had never asked or things that just simply needed to be discussed. At one point, Ron had asked Harry when he had realised he liked other boys.

Harry had shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he had said. “I mean I always thought some guys were hot, but I just figured I liked to look. I mean girls still turned me on. It wasn’t until about a year ago, when we were first touring that I actually had erotic thoughts of another guy… of you,” Harry blushed.

Ron had smiled, though it had shocked him to hear that it was himself that had fully pulled Harry onto the gay side, but then again, maybe he hadn’t. It was possible that Harry was simply bisexual, rather than homosexual. Therefore, with caution, he asked, “Do girls still turn you on?”

Harry had shaken his head. “No, not like they used too. It was like, all of a sudden, they just weren’t good enough. Then again, when I was with a girl, I’d always felt as if something was missing.”

Ron had chuckled at that, causing Harry to tell him he had a dirty mind, even though the raven-haired boy was himself giggling. Their giggling had soon turned to intense, loving looks and Ron had soon found himself full of Harry again.

They had also discussed, during this time, when and how they were going to break the news to their friends and family. They had planned the best course of action and tonight was the night they planned to tell their three closest friends.

“Pass me the pasta please, Ron,” Harry said, as Ron finished placing the garlic bread in the oven. Ron handed Harry the bag of pasta, placing a swift kiss on the other boy’s lips as he did so.

Ron stood back and watched as Harry continued to cook, gliding around the kitchen like a skater on ice. The air smelt thickly of tomato and basil sauce, which was currently simmering in a pan on the stove. Pasta was one of Harry’s specialities; all the years living with his wretched aunt and uncle had turned him into a fantastic cook. Ron loved to watch Harry cook, even before the two had gotten together. Harry always looked so comfortable in the kitchen and he always cooked the Muggle way. He said it was relaxing and Ron could definitely see why Harry thought that.

Ron turned as the fireplace roared to life and Seamus stepped out of the glowing green flames. “Something smells good,” he said, handing a bottle of wine to Ron and briefly leaving the room to hang his jacket in the hallway.

“It’s pasta with tomato and basil sauce, Harry’s speciality,” Ron said, placing the wine bottle in the fridge and handing Seamus a beer. He opened a bottle for himself and one for Harry as well. Now that Seamus was here, Ron was starting to feel very nervous about telling his friends of his and Harry’s relationship. He was not sure why he had butterflies fluttering in his stomach; he knew none of their friends would be disgusted, after all they had known Ron was gay for years.

He remembered the day he had told his friends of his sexuality. They were in their fifth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The five of them had been down by the lake, lounging about in the mid-afternoon sun. The dilemma of whether to tell his friends or not had been plaguing Ron’s mind for weeks, but as he sat there with them it felt as if it was the right time.

“Um, you guys, I’ve got something important I want to tell you all,” Ron had been hit with a wave of nerves when all four of his friends had turned to look at him. He continued, however, wanting to get this part of his life over with.

“I’m… I’m gay,” he had stuttered. He had then immediately looked down to the floor, suddenly finding the grass very interesting. He was too scared to look up. What if they were revolted by his confession? What if they never wanted to speak to him again?

“See, I told you he didn’t fancy Lavender,” Ron’s head shot up at the sound of Draco’s voice. The blond haired boy was gloating at Seamus, who pouted slightly.

“Fine, fine, you win. So who do you fancy?” Seamus questioned, turning to look at him with an interested expression. Ron couldn’t believe it. None of them seemed disgusted, but he still needed that confirmed.

“Nobody in particular,” he had replied. “So, you’re all okay with this?” he looked around at the four smiling, nodding faces and felt the tension drop out of him.

“So, what is it you want to tell us all?” Ron was pulled out of his memory by Seamus’ voice. When Ron and Harry had asked the other three to dinner, they had expressed their wish to tell them something important.

“Merlin, Seamus, be patient. You’ll know soon enough,” Harry replied, staring at his friend over the island from the kitchen. The Irish boy pouted, but didn’t question them further.

The three struck up a conversation about the Chudley Cannons latest Quidditch match against Puddlemere United. The Cannons had lost and Ron was still upset about the defeat. The Cannons were still his favourite team, although he didn’t get to go too many of there matches anymore.

It wasn’t long before the fireplace once again roared to life and Hermione stumbled out, closely followed by Draco. Ron was handed another bottle of wine off Draco, as the two new guests took of their jackets.

Soon, all five friends were sat around Harry and Ron’s, enlarged, dinning table. They were all amiably chatting amongst themselves. Ron was once again chatting to Seamus about Quidditch and the up and coming match between the Chudley Cannons and the Kenmare Kestrels, which were Seamus’ favourite team. The two were having a friendly bickering match about who would win. Their argument was getting a little heated when it abruptly came to a stop as they both heard Hermione ask a question.

“So what is this news you want to tell us all?” she looked between her two best friends with wonder in her eyes. Seamus and Draco were now also looking at them both expectantly.

Ron and Harry shared a ‘are you ready?’ look before turning to face their three friends. “Well you see it’s like this…” Harry’s hand took hold of Ron’s who gripped the hand tightly, offering as much support as he could, “…Ron and I, we’re together.”

Two shocked faces stared back at them in the form of Hermione and Draco. It was obvious that the news had not been what they expected. Seamus, on the other hand, was grinning madly at the two lovers.

“About bloody time,” he exclaimed. Everyone turned to look at him as the Irish boy continued to gin. “What? I may have been wrong about Ron fancying Lavender, but it was painfully obvious that he had it bad for Harry, and visa versa,” he said. The four continued to stare at him, all blinking somewhat owlishly. “Okay, you can all stop looking at me like that now. I can be observant sometimes, you know. Not that I really needed to be, it was written all over the both of them.”

“Nobody else noticed,” Draco turned back to look at Ron and Harry with a slight frown. “Didn't you go on a date with someone a few nights ago, Ron?”

Ron’s eyes widened slightly. He had forgotten all about Hunter, being too wrapped up in Harry and all. He had promised he would Firecall the man. He would have to call him tomorrow and tell him he was no longer available, after all, Hunter had been a nice guy and it didn’t seem fair to just leave him hanging without an explanation.

“Yeah, yeah I did. Harry and I got together the day after,” Ron said, he gently squeezed Harry’s hand and his lover squeezed back, letting him know he was still there.

“Well, at least you haven’t been keeping this a secret from us,” replied Draco. His voice sounded edgy and the frown was still wrinkling his brow.

“Merlin, Draco, can’t you just be happy for them?” Seamus snapped.

“I am happy for them. It’s just so sudden, that’s all,” sighed Draco.

“Bloody isn’t,” Seamus muttered, under his breath. The atmosphere at the table had suddenly plummeted and Ron was starting to fell very uncomfortable. He was starting to wonder if it had been a good idea to tell their friends so soon; on the other hand, he would have guilty, doing it behind their backs. The group had been close since the second year of Hogwarts and Ron felt he ought to tell them what was going on in his life.

“I thought you were straight, Harry?” Draco questioned, completely ignoring Seamus’ muttered comment. Harry gripped Ron’s hand tighter. Ron could tell Harry was in no mood for a confrontation and was hoping Draco wouldn’t strike up an argument with him. When those two started quarrelling, you really had to run for cover. Luckily, it didn’t happen very often, although they did have the occasional tiff, as all friends do.

“I’m not. Girls just don’t do it for me anymore. To be honest, I don’t think they ever really did, but I was too scared to admit it,” Harry replied. His palms had gone sweaty, but Ron continued to hold onto his hand. He hoped it helped Harry the way Harry was helping him, has hand being a constant reminder that he was there and he wasn’t in this alone.

“Don’t get me wrong” Draco said. “I’m happy for you two; it’s just going to take a bit of getting used to, seeing you two together like that.”

Ron nodded, he could understand. Draco had the idea of Harry being straight and Harry and Ron being merely best friends. Now that image he had of the two of them had to change and that could be hard after knowing them for so long.

Looking up at Hermione, Ron realised she hadn’t said anything since hearing his and Harry’s news. She had just sat listening to the bickering. Normally, she would have intervened, trying to stop the flow of harsh words, but today she remained passive.

“Hermione?” Ron said, gently. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and then glanced down at the joint hands that sat between him and Harry. A small smile grew onto her lips and she looked back up at them. They didn’t need any words; the look on her face showed them how happy she was for them.

Ron returned her smile and their eyes locked for a moment, conveying feeling to precious for words. He nodded once at her, as if she had asked a question and then looked down at where his freckled hand was holding onto Harry’s soft, tanned one. He smiled to himself as the realisation sunk in. The last two days had gone by in such a blur that it hadn’t really hit Ron until now. He and Harry were really together. Harry was his boyfriend, his partner and his lover.

He felt a gentle squeeze on his hand and looked up to find emerald eyes staring at him intently. Conversation had been struck up between Draco, Seamus and Hermione. They had all apparently gotten over their initial shock of the news and were now discussing a TV show that they all watched. Ron knew it would have been Hermione that had started that conversation, giving Ron and Harry a little time to process their feelings.

The voices drowned out to a murmur as Ron gazed into Harry’s eyes. Eyes that could give Harry’s emotions away in a second, if you cared to look close enough.

“You okay?” Harry silently mouthed, not wanting to draw attention to them. Ron nodded.

“You?” he asked, equally as silent. Harry nodded in reply. Ron broke out into a giant smile, which was quickly mirrored by Harry.

They finally broke eye contacted and turned back to their friends. However, being too enwrapped in each other, they hadn’t noticed that the conversation had stopped and that all three guests were now looking at them, each wearing a small smile. They quickly fell back into conversation and before they knew it, everyone was preparing to leave.

Before leaving, Draco pulled Harry and Ron aside, saying he wished to have a quick word with the both of them. “I’m sorry,” he began. “For getting hot headed when you told us about your relationship. It was just a shock. I really am happy for you two and you can definitely see how much you love each other.”

Ron swallowed around the lump that had developed in his throat. “Thanks, Draco.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Harry added. Draco smiled and nodded at them, before moving to the fireplace to prepare for Flooing home.

~@~

Ron had never felt better when he slid beneath the cool sheets of his bed that night. Harry climbed in the other side, scooting closer to him and placing a gentle kiss on Ron’s lips.

A gap in the curtains allowed light from the streetlamp outside to flow in. It illuminated Harry’s features, causing a soft orange glow to emit from his skin. Ron almost had to remind himself how to breathe. He had never seen anything as beautiful as Harry and suspected that he never would again.

“Ron?” the silence of the room was broken by Harry’s whisper.

“Yeah?” Ron breathed. For some reason it didn’t seem right to speak any louder than a whisper.

There was a slight pause before Harry spoke. “I want you to make love to me.”

Ron took a minute to process what Harry had said. The words whirled around in his head, repeating themselves over and over.

“Are you sure?” Ron asked. He wanted to be absolutely certain that this was what Harry waned, because he could wait if Harry wasn’t one hundred percent sure.

“I’ve never been surer about anything in my entire life. I love you, Ron and I want to know what it feels like to have a part of you inside me. Besides you always look like you enjoy it,” replied Harry.

“I do. It’s a fantastic feeling, being filled, especially by the person you love. But I won’t lie to you Harry, it’ll hurt. No matter how gentle I am, the first time will hurt,” Ron replied, remembering the pain he had felt the night he lost his virginity. True it had felt good, but the pain had been bad.

“I trust you, Ron,” Harry said, picking up his wand from the table. “Accio lube,” he called. The small tube flew to his hand and Harry pushed it into Ron’s shaking fingers.

Ron took the tube as he leant up and pressed his lips to Harry’s. He lightly pushed his lover back so Harry was lying on his back with Ron atop of him. Ron continued to kiss Harry, gently sucking on the other boys tongue. Sliding his free hand softly down Harry’s side, Ron reached the waste band of the boxers Harry was wearing and began to tug them down. Once they were three quarters of the way down Harry took over, using his feet to kick the garment the rest of the was off and onto the floor. Ron took off his own boxers, letting them fall to the floor with a quiet thud.

Ron broke their kiss and began trailing small kisses down Harry’s neck. He softly sucked at the spot were the neck met the top of the shoulder. A spot that the day before, Ron had found made Harry moan and whimper. True to form, Harry let out a soft whimper as he caressed the skin of Ron’s back with his fingertips.

Ron kissed and licked his way down Harry’s chest, stopping at each nipple to lap at the hardening nubs. He was taking his time with the foreplay, wanting Harry to be totally relaxed when he first entered him. Kissing his way down the strip of hairs on Harry’s lower abdomen, Ron reached Harry’s long hard cock. He quickly swallowed it down, giving it a few gentle sucks before sliding his mouth off it completely. Harry whimpered at the loss.

Ron pushed Harry’s legs up so that his feet were flat on the bed, then grabbed a pillow and placed it under Harry’s lower back. From the position he was in, knelt between Harry’s thighs, Ron could clearly see his lover’s virgin hole. Ron felt the nervous butterflies once more erupt in his stomach. He’d never been anyone’s first before and he was so scared he would screw things up.

He kept his eyes trained on Harry as he slowly unscrewed the top of the lubricant and began to thickly spread it onto his fingers. Once his fingers were properly coated, he lay the tube down beside them on the bed and gently began rubbing his clean hand down the inside of Harry’s thigh. The other boy let out a soft moan as Ron got closer to his puckered opening.

Before Ron reached it, he stopped his hand and began gently caressing Harry’s inner thigh. “Harry? Harry look at me.” Harry did as he was asked, turning his sparkling eyes to Ron’s face.

“If this hurts too much, or you want to stop for any reason, you tell me, okay?” Ron said. He had a little quiver to his voice due to his nerves, but the message was still firm.

Harry nodded and offered Ron a supportive smile. Gazing down at Harry’s smiling face, Ron began to relax. It was ironic, Harry was meant to be the nervous one in this situation, not Ron. He had been picturing this moment for the past two days. Picturing how he would be cool and experienced and show Harry the time of his life, but now the moment was upon him, he was finding it hard to quell his fear of ruining everything.

“Promise? “ Ron pressed on.

“I promise,” Harry replied.

Ron nodded and let his hand once again begin its journey. When he reached Harry’s virgin hole, he slowly let his index finger trace the edges of the entrance. Taking a deep breath, he looked up to Harry’s face. “Ready?”

Harry nodded, offering Ron another reassuring smile. Ron felt himself relax as he continued to look at Harry. He slowly began to slide his finger inside of his lover, while continually watching Harry’s face for any signs of discomfort. Harry’s eyes fluttered and he let out a deep moan as Ron began to move his finger in and out of the hole.

Soon, Ron began to add an extra finger. As Ron watched Harry’s face, he noticed the brunette wince at the entry of the second finger. Ron immediately stilled as Harry’s muscles clamped down on his fingers.

In an attempt to comfort Harry, Ron began to softly caress his inner thigh once again. “Relax, Harry. Just try to relax, sweetie.”

Harry took a deep breath and looked down at him. Ron smiled at him and felt Harry’s muscles loosen until he could once again begin to slip his fingers further into the tight tunnel.

In next to no time, Ron had three fingers buried to the hilt inside Harry. The other boy was moaning and wriggling, as Ron teased his prostate.

“Now… Ron, I’m ready,” Harry moaned.

Ron quickly searched Harry’s face with his eyes, once again trying to reassure himself that Harry really wanted this. Even thought he’d head the want in Harry’s voice. He slowly withdrew his fingers and started to thickly coat his cock with the lube. He knew he was using much more than he actually needed, but he really didn’t want Harry to hurt. He wanted him to feel good and enjoy this new experience.

He positioned himself at Harry’s entrance and leaned up over him, balancing himself on his forearms. He watched Harry’s eyes as he slowly began to push himself inside. Harry’s breathing became quick and ragged and Ron stopped, only an inch of him inside the hot passage.

“Relax,” he muttered, leaning his head down and placing a tender kiss on Harry’s lips. Ron was using all his resilience, trying not to just thrust into Harry. “You okay?”

Harry closed his eyes for a few moments before nodding. Ron placed another kiss on Harry’s lips, as he once again began to push himself inside. Once he was fully inside, he let out a breathy moan at the tightness encased around him. He paused, giving Harry time to adjust.

“You alright, love?” Ron asked. His voice tight and strangled as he used all his strength to keep his hips still.

“Yeah,” Harry whispered, in between his uneven breathing. “You can… move… Ron,” Harry’s teeth were clenched and his jaw was set. Ron placed a few fleeting kisses on Harry’s tense jaw, before slowly pulling out and then pushing back in again. He set a slow pace and before long, Harry was matching his rhythm.

They both moved in tandem, each occasionally letting out shallow moans as their orgasms built within them. Ron was moving a little quicker now, aiming himself so that with every other thrust he hit the sweet little nub within Harry.

When Harry’s moans became louder and his breathing was heavier, Ron shifter his weight onto one arm and reached down to grab Harry’s straining erection, which was trapped between the two of them. He stroked Harry’s length, occasionally letting his thumb slide over the head and dip into the pre-come that was gathered there. He moved his hand to the same rhythm of their bodies. Harry was thrusting up into his hand and his breath was starting to hitch as Ron brought him closer to his release.

“Ron… I’m gonna…” Harry’s strangled voice reached Ron’s ears. The redhead began to thrust faster, both with his hand and his hips.

“Come for me, Harry,” as soon as the words lefts Ron’s mouth, he felt his lover tense, clamping his arse muscles around Ron’s cock. Harry called out his name, as Ron felt warm liquid spill out onto his hand and onto Harry’s chest. Ron thrust into Harry a couple more times before his release was upon him. He came, calling out Harry’s name on a shuddering breath.

Collapsing on top of Harry, Ron let out a satisfied moan. He had never felt such pure bliss when he had sex before, but that’s what Harry did to him. Weakly, he pushed himself up and gently pulled out of Harry, who gave a small whimper at the loss. The redhead lay on his back and Harry snuggled up against his side, laying his head on Ron’s chest.

“Are you okay?” Ron asked when he finally regained the use of his voice. He placed a quick kiss on Harry’s head as he stared down at the boy in his arms.

“I’m better than okay,” Harry replied, leaning up and kissing Ron on the lips, letting their tongues play for a short while. When Harry pulled away, he looked down into Ron’s blue eyes. “Besides, it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would,” he said, moving his head to once again rest against Ron’s chest.

“You won’t be saying that in the morning,” Ron quickly reached for his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on them before snuggling closer to Harry.

“Night, love… I love you,” Ron said.

“I love you too, night,” Harry replied. Before long, the two of them had fallen into a blissfully peaceful sleep.