No Longer Hers

Her heart was bound to break, it was just a matter of time. Her face was streaked with tears, and she sat alone in the common room in front of the fire.

“Hey, Gin, what’s wrong?” Ginny looked up into her brother Ron’s blue eyes, and the tears came faster.

“H-harry just b-broke up with me!” She sobbed, leaning into her brother. Ron sighed; he and Hermione knew this was going to happen, but he figured it would’ve happened a lot sooner.

“Um, did he say why he broke up with you?”

“He’s decided that he’s gay and he doesn’t want to lead me on anymore than he already has. Ron, is there something wrong with me?’ Ron looked down at his sister, speechless. He knew this was where he was to tell her that she was perfect and that she deserved better than Harry, but he could not find the words. Fortunately, Hermione was there to step in and console her.

Ron stood, hearing his knee joints crack as he did so. He left the two girls on the couch, and quietly made his way to the staircase leading to the boys’ dormitory. Opening the door, he found the candles extinguished and Harry stood by the window, staring out into the night. The other boys lay in bed, fast asleep and oblivious to everything.

“How’s Ginny? How is she taking it?” Ron looked up from his position by his bed when Harry spoke. He had turned away from the window, and the light from the half-moon framed his bare torso and gave his perpetually messy hair a look of silk.

“She’s taking it as well as anyone can, really. Hermione’s with her right now.” Harry nodded absently and stepped away from the window completely.

Ron shivered as Harry closed the distance between them, so that they were standing almost chest to chest. His eyes fluttered shut when Harry’s hand palmed his cheek, cool and dry, and he leaned into it, almost imperceptibly. At the first touch of Harry’s lips on his, Ron felt a chill go down his back. Harry seemed to take that as a hint to continue, and he did. Ron warmed to the feeling and he placed his hands on Harry’s hips and gradually moved them down to grip Harry’s ass.

Harry growled softly and pulled Ron over to his bed. Pushing him down onto the bed, Ron watched from under hooded eyes as Harry straddled his hips. He cocked his head at the thick, red, velvet curtains and mumbled a spell, smiling satisfactorily as they closed.

Harry leaned down and kissed him once more, roughly, then sat up and moved to pulled off Ron’s shirt. Ron complied, then gasped as Harry’s tongue found a hollow spot at the base of his neck. His back arched as that well-trained tongue wound its way down slowly, pausing at each nipple, to bite, lick and tease. Moving down further, Harry swirled his tongue in his bellybutton, receiving a gurgled moan in reply. Ron moved to undo his belt, the tightness beginning to get bothersome. Harry slapped his hands away and pinned them above his head with a whispered spell.

“Just let me do this, alright?” Ron nodded, swallowing sharply. He twitched in anticipation as Harry slowly took off the belt and pulled down the zipper. Giving Harry easier access, Ron lifted hips, and Harry slid his trousers down and left them to pool on the floor in a heap.

Harry sat up then, raking his emerald eyes over Ron’s pale skin, slightly marred by the bite marks he had left in his wake. His breathing grew erratic and his fingers shook with the need to touch him. Ron looked up at that moment, catching Harry’s eyes as he did. His eyes, normally a sparkling green, had darkened with undisguised lust. Ron licked his lips and watched gleefully as Harry moved to attack him.

Ron had waited weeks for this. Since the night Harry told him he was gay and kissed him, he had left himself to be content with occasional light touches and nearly chaste kisses. Finally, he was here, in Harry’s bed, about to get the shag of his life. He smiled contentedly, and watched Harry sit up and reach an arm out the curtains. He came back with a tube of lube, and Ron felt a grin overtake his face.

He felt his cock throb painfully as he watched Harry slick himself up and he moved his hands, to find they had been pinned there with a rather strong spell, for an indefinite amount of time. It seemed that Harry was in the mood to tease, and Ron was all for it. He spread his legs willingly for him, and Harry rewarded him with a devilish grin. He lifted his legs and quickly slicked his fingers, pushing at his entrance. Ron took a deep breath, before it hitched as he felt another finger plunge in and reach his prostate. He let out a soft moan, closing his eyes.

“No, Ron, look at me. I want you to watch me fuck you into the mattress. You are going to scream my name so loud when you come, the entire castle will hear it.” Ron blushed lightly at his words, but opened his blue eyes obligingly, staring at Harry, waiting.

Harry took that as his sign, and plunged into Ron. He took Ron’s still hard cock in his hand and pulled at the same time he thrust. Ron watched in fascination, and fought the urge to close his eyes as tremors racked his body. He was still hard from Harry’s previous ministrations, and he felt himself coming after a few minutes.

“Oh, fuck, Harry. Do you- ng, so good.” He couldn’t seem to create a sentence; he felt almost like he was inebriated. Harry didn’t respond, but after a moment or so, he too was coming, in warm, jerky spurts. He seemed to collapse onto Ron’s stomach, almost unable to hold himself upright. Harry lifted his head, his eyes still glittering hungrily. Ron leaned forward and kissed him softly.

Harry looked perfectly debauched, and Ron was sure he looked the exact same. Harry rolled off him, and curled up into his side, curving an arm around his waist, almost possessively. He watched as his green eyes closed, sooty lashes brushing his cheeks softly. He dropped into sleep quickly, but Ron lay awake for a while, staring at him, deep in thought.

Harry was his now, and he belonged to no one else. He was no longer hers, and no one could say any different.