Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

7

The night was cold, but Ron barely noticed as he gathered his cloak about him and headed for the lake. He arrived early, sinking onto a log. He had hardly eaten anything, causing Hermione to laugh. For once, Ron didn’t eat like a pig. She had taken the notes as she said she would, then gently reminded him of the time.

Hermione wanted company. A naturally garrulous lass, if one of her friends was off then she turned to the other. Anyway she loved conveying gossip. After she’d seen Ron off, she made her way to Harry and Draco’s quarters.

“Just you?. Where’s your sidekick?”, Draco let her in. Hermione smiled a slow, slightly poisonous smile. Maybe this Slytherin was infecting her more than she knew, maybe it was always there. She blinked slowly into Draco’s eyes. “Right now, I hope he’s being snogged into oblivion by Blaise Zabini”, and giggled. Draco’s eyebrows shot up. “Really. I didn’t see that one coming”. Hermione said, “He passed Ron a note this morning, you should have seen Ron’s face”. She relayed the gossip to Harry who had just entered from the kitchen. He looked thoughtful but was not altogether surprised. He’d seen something of the look that passed between them the previous night.

Ron turned at the sound of feet across the grass, saw Blaise approaching, stood, his six three to Blaise’s six one. Didn’t think twice. Gathered Blaise to him, wrapping them in his cloak. Gazed at him, a little hesitant suddenly, the moon was bright tonight and he read the look burning in Blaise’s eyes before claiming the lush mouth beneath him. As they emerged, Ron murmured, “I know somewhere we can go. It’s a bit warmer than here”. Blaise accepted Ron’s arm around his shoulder, allowing himself to be led to classroom 3c.

A fire magically lit. Passions naturally lighting. Blankets eventually conjured, somehow, between them.

Blaise moved towards Ron, his eyes afire, his hands at Ron’s throat, undoing the ties on his cloak, letting it drop to the floor. He ran light flat hands over Ron’s shoulders and down his chest. Ron caught at the hands with his own. Blaise could feel the slight tremor running through the man before him, “What is it?. Is there anything wrong?”, he asked, his voice low. Ron shook his head, “No, it’s just..., erm, I..., I mean, I want to do this, okay, but, erm, I’m a bit nervous”, he swallowed hard. Blaise raised his hand to Ron’s face, and their eyes met, he gently placed two fingertips on Ron’s lips, “Hush, there’s a first time for everything”, he smiled slowly, letting it reach his eyes. He’d originally thought of a single dalliance with this boy, but saw the face light up before him with an answering smile, and felt a corner of his heart melt, realising he had to do all the leading here. The thought of being this trembling magnificent creature’s first time was deeply exciting to him.

He twisted his hands into that fiery mane, and pulled Ron to him, kissing him hard. Those succulent lips opening beneath his, he ventured his tongue in, tasting him, feeling a tentative answer, then the kiss deepened. Ron throwing his arms around Blaise, pulling them together in the most passion-filled kiss Blaise had ever known, not too deep or too hard. Perfect. As he responded, he couldn’t help a moan escaping into Ron’s mouth. Gods, this boy could kiss. Let’s see what else he could do. He separated them slightly, unclasping his cloak, letting it fall. All the while keeping his eyes on Ron. He was captivated. Ron had this sweet half-smile on his face and a look of undisguised want in his half-closed eyes.

No-one had ever looked at him that way before, and Blaise realised that this was not like any encounter he had had previously. He started to remove Ron’s tie, and Ron mirrored him. He slid his hands down to Ron’s waist, under his jumper, pushing the garment upwards, getting a good feel of the hard muscle beneath the shirt and exhaling hard. Ron lifted his arms, slipping out of the garment. He took Blaise’s off in the same manner, his large hands undoing Blaise’s shirt with the utmost gentleness. Holding Blaise’s eyes with his, Ron pushed a finger full-length into his mouth, wetting it, then ran it down the length of Blaise’s chest. Blaise felt his head tip backwards and Ron’s mouth on his neck, little licks, nips and kisses. His shirt was deftly removed, and the treatment continued over his chest, until Ron took a puckered deep brown nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently, his tongue finding it’s own path, eliciting delighted mewls from Blaise, before working it’s way back to his mouth, tasting, savouring.

Blaise could feel himself coming undone rapidly. Never had he known such sensuality in a lover. He undid Ron’s shirt, slipping it off as they kissed, then stood back to look, and gasped at the sculpted body before him, a scattering of light sandy hair across a well-defined chest. Tiny freckles dotting milk-white skin. A complete contrast to his Italianate dark olive. A voice brought him out of his reverie, shy, “D’you like what you see?”. Blaise felt himself lick his lips, his throat closing, he nodded, robbed of speech. They moved together and kissed, Ron delighting in the feel of bare skin beneath his hands, and showing it, Blaise feeling it course through him. Ron murmured, “I’m either going to have to sit down or fall down”, he lay on their blankets, his arousal plain, holding his hand out.

Blaise toed off his shoes, then yanked his socks off, sinking down to the blankets. He removed Ron’s shoes and socks, crawling up beside him, taking a rosy nipple in his mouth, a hand ghosting over Ron’s erection through his clothes. Ron closed his eyes, he couldn’t help but push against Blaise’s hand.

Blaise murmured, “Ron, we don’t need to do everything tonight, but I would love for this not to be a one night stand. Tonight, I want to taste you”, he looked hard into Ron’s eyes, watched him unravel, a whispered, “Yes. Please”, and he began to unbuckle Ron’s belt, unfastening the top button, sliding the zip down. All the while, watching his lover’s face, as, with a whispered, “Lift up”, he deftly removed Ron’s lower garments, his eyes widening at the vision before him. Ron truly was a big boy in every sense. Blaise stood, unsnapping his belt, undoing his pants, slipping everything off, showing himself off, before Ron’s amazed eyes. Then sinking to their bed, feeling those big arms hold him, press them together, then that incredible mouth claim him, pressing their hardness’s together. He gasped as Ron’s cock touched his. The gasp becoming a moan, as Ron grasped them both and rubbed them together, keeping up a fusillade of small kisses that were driving Blaise wild.

He pushed that insistent mouth away slightly, beginning a journey along that pale smooth flesh with his lips, Tasting and enjoying the delights on offer. Ron going wild beneath his talented tongue. Then Blaise smiled up at his lover and took him fully into his mouth. Ron bucked and shouted, his hands twisted into tight black curls. Blaise could feel his lover’s desire mount and he wanted to make it special, he opened his throat and drew Ron all the way in, sucking hard from root to tip, hearing the groan of pure pleasure that erupted, two big thrusts and Ron came hard, sobbing, into his throat.

Blaise pulled away clambering up his lover’s body, holding him as he trembled, kissing him. Ron could taste himself in Blaise’s mouth, feeling pulled down into sleep, but resisting. He felt Blaise hard against his hip, and in a drowse, kissed his way slowly, down his chest, over his belly, feeling Blaise’s cock nudge his cheek, the wetness at the tip, he glanced up at his boyfriend, saw the head thrown back, heard a murmured, “Yes. I want you”, and ventured a shy tongue, licking the pearl of precum from his lover’s cock. The moan was delicious to hear. Emboldened, Ron took Blaise into his mouth and sucked and kissed with slowness and consideration in every gesture, until Blaise writhed in his mouth, “Harder. Take me, Ron”. Ron needed no more encouragement, quickening his movements, opening his throat, taking his lover all the way down, hearing the muffled cries, then feeling the hard abandoned thrusts, then warm rich creaminess over his tongue and down his throat.

He lay next to his lover, taking his trembling body in his arms. Blaise chuckled, “Well, Ron Weasley, you are an eye-opener and no mistake. That was bloody fantastic”. Ron’s mouth was pressed to Blaise’s neck, gently kissing, “Yes, it was, can we do this again, soon?”. Blaise laughed aloud. No-one had ever made love to him like this before, even though they hadn’t covered all the ground, but the promise.... oh yes...., Blaise reached up, pulling Ron to him, a big genuine smile that met his eyes, then gentle kisses. “Ron, I do want to do this again”. Ron held him tight in big strong arms, and Blaise melted toward sleep, the most content he’d been in years.

Ron woke them in a panic. It was still dark as they scrambled into clothes, “McGonagall patrols here at night. I hope she hasn’t spotted us or we’ll be chucked out on our arses”. They left the room as they’d found it and sneaked out in stockinged feet, holding their shoes. They crept along the corridor, then rounded a corner. Ron gasped and held Blaise back. He peered round again. McGonagall had entered another classroom, and there was a sound of raised voices. She had rumbled someone. The boys crept past the closed door and ran off laughing. There but for the grace of Merlin....

Over the next few days, Ron slipped away whenever he got the opportunity. Hermione knew he was seeing Blaise, but was puzzled one night, when Ron had been missing for a couple of hours, and Blaise was sitting just over from her in the library, buried in an essay. The next morning at breakfast, he tried and failed to conceal a look of triumph on his face. Hermione grinned at him but he wasn’t telling. He pulled a scrap of parchment from his bag, quickly writing a note, folding it small and as he left the Hall, passing it to Blaise. Hermione saw the gesture, narrowed her eyes, saw the accompanying look pass between them, Ron’s grin, Blaise’s raised eyebrow.

As she and Ron left the Hall, Blaise was slightly ahead of them. She watched him unfurl the note, then whip round taking two backwards steps as he stared open-mouthed at his new lover, then winked, turned and continued to his class. Ron looked so smug. She didn’t ask. Ron would tell her in his own good time, although it was obvious that her best friend and the gorgeous Slytherin were now an item.

Ron grinned down at her as they made their way to Potions, “I found us a new room, that’s all. McGonagall busted someone up on corridor 3c a few nights ago, and we can do without that kind of angst”.

Hermione’s curiosity burned, “C’mon, Ron, how’s it going”. Ron turned scarlet and bit his lower lip, he leaned down and whispered, “If you must know, fuckin’ incredible so far. I really like him, ‘Mione”. She smiled at her best friend, but it was a smile tinged with a little sadness. Her two best friends were coupled-up and she wasn’t. She breathed deeply pushing the negative feelings away and felt happy for her friend.

After supper, Ron waited anxiously around the corner from the library. Blaise appeared at the end of the corridor looking around him unseeing. Ron emerged from the dark, holding a hand towards his lover. “There you are”, they moved together, a slow kiss heating the blood, “Come on, I’ve got something I want to show you”, Ron whispered, grasping Blaise’s hand and leading him into the darkness before them. They rounded another corner and the blackness was absolute around them. Ron held Blaise to him, finding his mouth in the dark and they kissed until one of them moaned.

He led them up some stairs, his lit wand-tip held before them, to a small dark corridor under the eaves, a line of small doors leading off. “We’re in the old part of the attics”, he steered Blaise to one of the doors, then placed a hand over his lover’s eyes as he fumbled a key into a lock, turning it, pushing open the door, then removing his hand.

The room was only a small boxroom of some sort, but there was plentiful bedding, and two small crates with lit candles on each. A tiny fireplace already lit, a flagon of pumpkin juice, two glasses, and a plate of cake and fruit. Blaise was astonished as Ron guided him through the door, closing and locking it, leaving the key in the lock. He turned, “This is wonderful. Thank you”, he whispered, gathering Ron’s face in his hands and kissing him.

They lost clothes, sinking into their new bed, twining around each other, hands everywhere, followed by lips, tongues. Ron came up for air, gazing deep into Blaise’s eyes, “I want...more... I don’t know... I want you”. Blaise smiled a sexy sweet smile up into that azure gaze, “Then you shall have me”, he purred, “But I will need to prepare you first, there may be a little pain, but then, ahh, such pleasure, but you will need to relax and trust me”. Ron nodded and let himself be turned onto his back, as he shyly handed over the bottle of oil that he’d also provided. Blaise grinned his approval.

With his Gryffindor grit, Ron endured the pain, until a touch hit something deep inside him that made him arch clean off the blankets crying aloud as he was stretched and readied.

When Blaise entered him, Ron cried out, pain in the pleasure, feeling each inch burning it’s way home, then touching that spot again. Stillness, then withdrawal and thrust. Ron was rapidly unhinging, nothing had ever felt this good before, he curled upwards, blindly finding Blaise’s mouth with his, his leg clutching over Blaise’s back, pulling him in harder, “Fuck me, Blaise. Take me”, he whispered. Blaise was trying to make it last but was fighting a losing battle, gave up and plunged and took the beautiful man pleading below him, grasping Ron’s cock and pumping as he thrust. Ron was bucking below him, “Don’t stop, please, Ohmygod, I think, oh fuck, I’m ...coming”, he shot between their bellies. A last deep thrust, a loud cry and Blaise came deep inside his lover.

Ron felt the uncertainty hit him as they relaxed and untwined. He lay on his back chewing his lower lip. Blaise leaned up on one elbow, regarding his lover in the afterglow, “What is it, Ron?. You look worried”. Ron shyly took Blaise into his arms, cupping his face in his large hands. “What are we, Blaise. Boyfriends, casual. What?”. Blaise’s eyes turned almost black, “If tonight is anything to go by, then I would say, not casual. Most definitely boyfriends, though I prefer the term ‘lovers’ “. Ron grinned then, catching his lover’s lips with his own, “I like that, ‘lovers’, it sounds good to me, I just wasn’t sure, that’s all”. Blaise loved the uncertainty emanating from Ron and kissed him gently. “I love this little room, it is our room of requirement”, he chuckled, “You are a genius for finding this for us, and Ron?”, Ron heard the query in the tone, “Yes?”. “Ron, I like you a lot”. The redhead let the feeling of pure contentment bubble through him for a moment at these words, then replied, “Blaise, I like you a lot too”.