The Tango Harry Potter
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Adult ++
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2,522
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5
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A Kiss
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REPOST: Thanks to my BETA DarkCabaret you helped me out on this one Chica!
Enjoy ladies...and gentlemen...
The Tango Harry Potter
A Kiss
It’s probably because I envy you why I can’t get enough of you. Every time you speak, I just want you to talk to me and only me. Every time you insult me, I want you to punish me in other ways. You’re Harry Potter, and frankly I want to dominate you. It’s probably because you’re my best friend, that I love the thought of you.
Everyone sees Ron Weasley as nothing more than a glorified sidekick. What people don’t realize is that Ron Weasley has feelings too. Though those feelings sometimes leave me feeling incompetent next to The Boy Who Lived. The Boy Who Won’t Acknowledge His True Feelings is more like it.
“Oi Harry,” I called out to Harry, beckoning him towards me at the table in the Great Hall but his eyes grazed over me and darted straight to the face of my sister. Of course, why not. Why not settle for another Weasley just cause you can’t handle what we have together.
Hermione sat next to me instead and put her hand on mine, giving it a squeeze because she can see the blatant confusion and hurt that is playing across my face. She gave me a knowing look and removed her hand from mine and turned her attention to the latest Daily Prophet.
I shrugged my shoulders and ran a hand through my hair, something I only do in times of great distress because only poncey yobs do the hair flip. Not to mention poufs, but I’m not a pouf, I don’t like all boys, just one. One that has green eyes as dark as the forest when they are filled with lust. But on the next day they could be as light as the grass on the Quidditch Pitch.
I realized that I was staring at Harry again so I turned my attention to my food. When in doubt, shovel it all into your mouth at top speed. I just can’t get over the fact that one night he’ll crawl into my bed crying about how he can’t live with our secret anymore and that he has to break the news to Ginny. Crying over the fact that any day now he could no longer be amongst the living. That any day he will have to step up and complete the task that You Know Who marked him to do.
Those times are the best times. Having him in my arms, and after he’s done crying he’ll fall asleep and use my chest as a pillow his broad chest covering most of my torso making him a living blanket. But it’s not always cuddling.
One night a couple of months into the last part of sixth year he got into bed with me and of course I scooted over to make room for him. This was just a natural occurrence. But instead of snuggling up to me he sat up next to me and drew the curtains around the four-poster back around him.
“Ron,” he said and looked at me in a way that he had never looked at me before. He looked at me as though he had never seen me quite properly before this very moment.
“Yeah?” I asked him, waiting for him to continue.
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like, to you know cop off with another boy?” he said, but not a bit of him was as embarrassed by that question as I was. Immediately my face and ears felt as if they were set on fire and I looked away not thinking that Harry Potter could ever be asking me this question with all the seriousness in the world.
“No…I can’t say that I have,” I replied rubbing my sweaty palms on my duvet cover trying to dry them off. Just in case that was a question with the intent of action.
“I dunno mate…sometimes I think that I like girls but other times, I could picture myself copping off with another bloke,” he looked at me harder and smiled, “Maybe I’m just being ridiculous.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I mean everyone has thoughts about everyone its just common nature. I guess that’s how poufs yanno…find out that they are poufs…” I said though it was little anti-climatic.
“Hmm…” Harry said and looked down at the burgundy duvet cover fooling around with a hole that had been put in it by Scabbers, or the rat that was previously Scabbers, “Can I kiss you to see? Yanno, just to see what it’s like and everything?”
“What!” I spluttered and then regained my cool, “I mean well yeah we are friends and people would think you were bonkers if you asked anyone else,” I said wondering immediately if I would regret letting Harry kiss me.
He leaned forward and I wasn’t anticipating him leaning forward so I decided to meet him halfway a little too eagerly I might add. In my mind that was the right thing to do but I found out otherwise as we collided and bumped heads like two inexperienced little children.
“You wait I’ll come to you,” Harry said smiling, though he sounded a little annoyed. I nodded not wanting to upset him, just incase there was a chance of this not happening.
He leaned forward and I closed my eyes relaxing my face and trying to remember what I learned with Lavender. Before I could even start to think about the numerous times we had snogged, his lips were already on mine. It was a simple kiss innocent as anything else. A simple kiss, just as innocent as my first kiss with Lavender. Well, until she jumped me. He pulled away and smiled, a smirk that I had never seen him crack before.
“Night mate,” he said as he slipped out of my bed and went back to his. That night my dreams were filled with Harry Potter. Harry Potter on the Quidditch Pitch. Then those dreams turned into naked Harry Potter on the Quidditch Pitch. I could still feel his lips on mine when I woke up the next morning. I touched them and pressed my lips against my fingers in a mock kiss and then laughed disgustedly with myself.
We were friends nothing more and nothing less. I had to except that. It was Harry mother fucking Potter for one, and two I wasn’t a pouf. Just a boy who kisses other boys.
REPOST: Thanks to my BETA DarkCabaret you helped me out on this one Chica!
Enjoy ladies...and gentlemen...
The Tango Harry Potter
A Kiss
It’s probably because I envy you why I can’t get enough of you. Every time you speak, I just want you to talk to me and only me. Every time you insult me, I want you to punish me in other ways. You’re Harry Potter, and frankly I want to dominate you. It’s probably because you’re my best friend, that I love the thought of you.
Everyone sees Ron Weasley as nothing more than a glorified sidekick. What people don’t realize is that Ron Weasley has feelings too. Though those feelings sometimes leave me feeling incompetent next to The Boy Who Lived. The Boy Who Won’t Acknowledge His True Feelings is more like it.
“Oi Harry,” I called out to Harry, beckoning him towards me at the table in the Great Hall but his eyes grazed over me and darted straight to the face of my sister. Of course, why not. Why not settle for another Weasley just cause you can’t handle what we have together.
Hermione sat next to me instead and put her hand on mine, giving it a squeeze because she can see the blatant confusion and hurt that is playing across my face. She gave me a knowing look and removed her hand from mine and turned her attention to the latest Daily Prophet.
I shrugged my shoulders and ran a hand through my hair, something I only do in times of great distress because only poncey yobs do the hair flip. Not to mention poufs, but I’m not a pouf, I don’t like all boys, just one. One that has green eyes as dark as the forest when they are filled with lust. But on the next day they could be as light as the grass on the Quidditch Pitch.
I realized that I was staring at Harry again so I turned my attention to my food. When in doubt, shovel it all into your mouth at top speed. I just can’t get over the fact that one night he’ll crawl into my bed crying about how he can’t live with our secret anymore and that he has to break the news to Ginny. Crying over the fact that any day now he could no longer be amongst the living. That any day he will have to step up and complete the task that You Know Who marked him to do.
Those times are the best times. Having him in my arms, and after he’s done crying he’ll fall asleep and use my chest as a pillow his broad chest covering most of my torso making him a living blanket. But it’s not always cuddling.
One night a couple of months into the last part of sixth year he got into bed with me and of course I scooted over to make room for him. This was just a natural occurrence. But instead of snuggling up to me he sat up next to me and drew the curtains around the four-poster back around him.
“Ron,” he said and looked at me in a way that he had never looked at me before. He looked at me as though he had never seen me quite properly before this very moment.
“Yeah?” I asked him, waiting for him to continue.
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like, to you know cop off with another boy?” he said, but not a bit of him was as embarrassed by that question as I was. Immediately my face and ears felt as if they were set on fire and I looked away not thinking that Harry Potter could ever be asking me this question with all the seriousness in the world.
“No…I can’t say that I have,” I replied rubbing my sweaty palms on my duvet cover trying to dry them off. Just in case that was a question with the intent of action.
“I dunno mate…sometimes I think that I like girls but other times, I could picture myself copping off with another bloke,” he looked at me harder and smiled, “Maybe I’m just being ridiculous.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I mean everyone has thoughts about everyone its just common nature. I guess that’s how poufs yanno…find out that they are poufs…” I said though it was little anti-climatic.
“Hmm…” Harry said and looked down at the burgundy duvet cover fooling around with a hole that had been put in it by Scabbers, or the rat that was previously Scabbers, “Can I kiss you to see? Yanno, just to see what it’s like and everything?”
“What!” I spluttered and then regained my cool, “I mean well yeah we are friends and people would think you were bonkers if you asked anyone else,” I said wondering immediately if I would regret letting Harry kiss me.
He leaned forward and I wasn’t anticipating him leaning forward so I decided to meet him halfway a little too eagerly I might add. In my mind that was the right thing to do but I found out otherwise as we collided and bumped heads like two inexperienced little children.
“You wait I’ll come to you,” Harry said smiling, though he sounded a little annoyed. I nodded not wanting to upset him, just incase there was a chance of this not happening.
He leaned forward and I closed my eyes relaxing my face and trying to remember what I learned with Lavender. Before I could even start to think about the numerous times we had snogged, his lips were already on mine. It was a simple kiss innocent as anything else. A simple kiss, just as innocent as my first kiss with Lavender. Well, until she jumped me. He pulled away and smiled, a smirk that I had never seen him crack before.
“Night mate,” he said as he slipped out of my bed and went back to his. That night my dreams were filled with Harry Potter. Harry Potter on the Quidditch Pitch. Then those dreams turned into naked Harry Potter on the Quidditch Pitch. I could still feel his lips on mine when I woke up the next morning. I touched them and pressed my lips against my fingers in a mock kiss and then laughed disgustedly with myself.
We were friends nothing more and nothing less. I had to except that. It was Harry mother fucking Potter for one, and two I wasn’t a pouf. Just a boy who kisses other boys.