Dreams of Secrets

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, nor any of the Harry Potter world, and the only it Iit I\'m getting from this is my own pleasure. It\'s a waste of time and money to try and sue.


Note: This is slash, which contains graphic male/male sex. If things of this type offend you, by all means, don\'t read another word. So please don\'t flame my choice of fan fiction genre. Ye have been warned, and it\'s your choice whether to read or not.


Rating: NC-17


A/N: First chapter. Will be more. Please review if you like it, please review if you don\'t (though it\'s helpful if you tell me what you didn\'t like...). It really does encourage me to read reviews and get feedback, so please leave some. I really appreciate it. Thanks!
~slashwolf

Ron could feel the heat, the friction. He could smell the overpowering musk of his lover in the air. His body didn\'t matter anymore, save for the one part receiving the passionate attention. Lungs aflame and panting, Ron moaned and growled.

\"Mmm.. more… ah… yes… god… uhn…\"

The skilled, gentle sucking and licking heat wrapped around Ron\'s swollen cock. Ron\'s hands tangled themselves in his lover\'s hair as he gritted his teeth; he wouldn\'t be able to take this much longer.

\"Ahh..yes…oh…yes… ahh… oh…god… mm…\" Ron couldn\'t control his moans in time with the strokes of heat enveloping his erection. He looked down past his sweat-drenched torso and his eyes met that of green and all he saw turned to stars as he came, screaming hiser\'er\'s name.

\"HARRY!!!\"

Ron jolted awake panting, drenched in sweat and semen, cotton sheets sticking to his skin. \"Shit. Fuck. Shit.\" He whispered frantically. \'I hope I didn\'t yell out loud.\' He thought, mind racing in a dazed panic. \'Shit. I just dreamed of fucking Harry! But, fuck! I\'m straight! Oh shit oh shit.\' The troubled boy looked around the room; it was his empty single dorm. He didn\'t seem to hear anything to prove he had woken anyone ifhad had indeed screamed out loud. He prayed he hadn\'t.

A cold breeze blew over Ron and he looked to the window. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a very faint pink glow over the grounds. Ron took a deep breath and shuddered, both from the cold of the breeze against his sweat soaked skin and the thought of what had caused that sweat. His spent prick twitched at the thought and the breeze floating over it.
His ears turned red in the darkness and he groaned in humiliation, burying himself deep in the blankets before realizing they wouldn\'t do much good in their filthy state.

Doubting he would be able to get much sleep after that anyway, he resolved to take a shower before he would have to face anyone efor for that Monday morning. Merlin\'s beard, it was going to be a long week. Ron shrugged on his bathrobe and tiptoed to the showers, hunched over and grumbling.

He hastily undressed and turned on the shower, yelping at the cold shock of the water on his body before the heat kicked in. Soon he was surrounded by steam, hot water matting down his ginger locks and trickling over his body.

The door to the shower room opened and Ron\'s head spun around to see the one who opened it. It was Harry. Ron went pale as he stared at Harry like a deer caught in headlights. Seeing the green-eyed boy brought flashes of his dream back to him and he began to feel aroused, and the steaming water pouring over his body did nothing to help.

\"Mornin\' Ron.\" Harry mumbled sleepily. Ron blinked and returned to himself, his once drained face quickly reddening as he switched off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist at light speed.

\"Er, m-morning.\" Ron stuttered, rushing past Harry to get dressed.

\"Not used to seeing you up so early, Ron.\" Harry yawned as he took off his glasses and undressed. \"Usually I\'m the first one to take a shower.\" Ron stood with his back to Harry, waiting to take the towel off his waist until Harry had gone into the shower.

\"Um, yeah, I, er, just woke up early and decided to have a go of it - I mean- get up and reayou you know.\" Ron went a deeper shade of crimson. Harry laughed, but purely at the way Ron spoke; he couldn\'t see his flushed face without his glasses.

\"Sounds like you need a cup of coffee, mate.\"

\"Y-yeah. Yeah, I do. I think I\'ll go take care of that now.\" Ron said quickly, relieved to have an excuse to leave. \"See ya, Harry.\" Ron\'s mouth went dry saying Harry\'s name, suddenly remembering screaming his name in his dream. He swallowed, grabbed his things and walked as quickly as he could to his room, leaving a dripping naked Harry behind.
Ron shut the door to his room hard behind him and slumped down against it, breathing heavily. \'This dream is going to haunt me forever, isn\'t it.\' He thought. \'I\'ll never be able to look at Harry again. Well, good thing he isn\'t my best mate or we\'re in all the same classes together or it\'d bloody awful. Oh, wait. We ARE! It IS bloody awful!!!\' Ron turned dark and brooding and dripped with sarcasm. He let his head fall back against the door with a loud, dull thump.

The devastated redhead lamented in his room until he heard the chatter of students on their way to breakfast floating past his room. Dressed, ready, and arousal suppressed, Ron peeked his head out the door and looked for any sign of the source of his devastation. Seeing none, he sped out of the room past clusters of people, planning to get to breakfast before Harry, gorge himself, try and make up some excuse about needing to brush up on potions a bit before class started, and get the hell out of there. Then hst nst needed to worry about during class. Merlin, he was going to have to force himself to actually concentrate and pay full attention. Who knew that one day, staring at Snape in the face would be the more appealing choice. Hang on, that might make it even easier.

Success, Ron had made it to Gryffindor table before most. He sat away from their usual spot, thinking they might assume he hadn\'t shown up yet and he wouldn\'t have to face either Harry or Hermoine just yet. Panic-driven and desperate, Ron stuffed his face with bacon and toast and washed it down with pumpkin juice, wiping his pale face with the back of his sleeve. Then his two friends entered the dining hall. The color drained from Ron\'s face once again. He gulped down his last oversized bite of toast and called it quits, getting up from the table. Unfortunately, to get to the Potions room, he had to walk by Harry and Hermoine. He walked up to the two, who were just starting to drowsily fill their plates. Hermoine saw him first.

\"Ron! We thought you hadn\'t come down yet!\" she exclaimed, obviously knowing Ron not to be much of a morning person. Ron rushed the conversation so that his words strung together.

\"Hullo--Ireallyoughttobegoing,gottareaduponpotionsbeforeitstartsI\'llseeyoubothlaterbye.\"

Harry blinked as he looked at Ron and heard his incoherent speech, but Ron was off, speeding away from them as if they were death themselves and he wanted to pretend he\'d never seen them. Harry furrowed his brow and yelled after the carrot-headed boy.

\"Hey! Ron!! OI!!\" but Ron was on his way to the dungeons already. Harry and Hermoine stared quizzically at each other.

\"Well that was certainly odd.\" Hermoine said. Harry nodded.


Ron sat outside of the Potions classroom, putting just enough effort into staring at the pages that it looked like he was paying attention to what the words said. As long as no students bothered him.

\"Mr. Weasley,\" a cold voice came from beside Ron. \"What, exactly, are you doing?\" Ron looked up at the face that matched the voice beside him.

\"N-nothing, Professor Snape.\" Ron said, wanting to kick himself for stuttering.

\"It looks as though you\'re loitering around my classroom, Mr. Weasley.\"

\"Just reading a bit before class, Professor.\" Snape glared at the redhead below him.

\"Indeed.\" Snape unlocked the door to the classroom and began to go in. \"Mr. Weasley, whether this is the source of all your problems in my class your not, your studying may be a bit more effective with the book right side up.\" Ron\'s head snapped to the book and he groaned.

With the first cluster of people on their way to class, Ron was forced to begin the first awkward class of the day. Though he had to admit, staring at Snape\'s face did have a suppressive effect.

All day long Ron did whatever he could to avoid looking or speaking to Harry, the mere flash of green eyes or the sound of Harry\'s voice sending him vivid images from his dream. In Potions he stared at Snape or the blackboard, in History he took notes on everything Professor Binns said, and in Transfiguration he went carefully over the incantations in his head before using them on his test subjects. And throughout the day Harry and Hermoine grew increasingly worried and suspicious. Even Draco Malfoy had become curious, making a comment to Crabbe and Goyle about Hermoine and Ron having switched bodies.

Ron had managed to skip lunch, but, his stomach growling in complaint, he couldn\'t skip dinner.

\"I guess I\'d have to deal with it eventually… I\'ve probably been making everyone really suspicious.\" He said to himself. \"All right. Here goes.\" Ron took a deep breath and entered the dining hall.

Quietly, Ron approached the Gryffindor table and took a seat across from Harry and Hermoine. Ron\'s friends stared at him expectantly. Hermoine was the first to say anything.

\"Are, um… Are you alright, Ron?\" Ron reddened slightly.

\"Yeah, I just… I… I need to speak to you, Harry. Alone.\"

\"Alright, Ron. Common Room?\" said Harry, getting up to follow Ron.

\"Yeah. That\'ll work… Sorry, \'Moine. It\'s just… I need to… sorry.\" And the dark haired and ginger haired boys made their way up to the Gryffindor Common Room.

The Fat Lady swung open for the boys and Harry sat next to the fire as Ron checked around for anyone, even testing the staircase to the girl\'s dormitory, going up the first few steps until the stairs turned into a slide. No one slide down.

\"Alright, good. They\'re all at dinner.\" Ron began to pace in front of Harry\'s chair as the dark-haired boy watched him.

\"Er, Ron?\" Harry said softly, trying not to upset Ron further. Ron stopped, as if suddenly remembering Harry was there. \"Maybe you should sit down?\" Harry suggested.

\"Yeah. Ok.\" Ron sat and stared at the ground in front of Harry. \"I guess… I feel like I should tell you something.\" Ron did not have the gift for words tonight. Harry nodded, silently urging him to go on.

\"Well, last night, I… had a dream… about you.\"

\"Me?\" Harry seemed a little interested by this fact, but knew this couldn\'t be all that was bothering Ron.

\"Yeah, but… it was a… er… ugh.\" Ron groaned and turned deep red. \"I had an erotic dream about you.\" The ginger Gryffindor told Harry what happened in his dream. Harry was stunned. Ron sprang up from his chair and paced, rambling. \"I swear I don\'t actually think of you like… that… but if you never want t talk to me again or anything ever again I understand completely and everything and… and…\"

\"Ron.\" Harry cut Ron off. Ron looked at Harry for the first time since they went past the Fat Lady. \"Ron, it\'s ok. It was just a dream, right?\" Ron nodded. \"And it\'s not like you like me… I know you have a crush on Hermoine…\" Ron turned a little redder and nodded again. \"So it\'s fine! It was just a dream!\" The ginger-haired boy looked at Harry.

\"Well… ok then… Right. So, uh. We\'re alright, then?\" Ron said uneasily.

Harry laughed. \"Of course, Ron. We all have out of place dreams sometimes. Hell, I dreamed that I was grown and married to McGonagall, once.\"

\"Wait. That wasn\'t that couple of days when you did better than Hermoine at Transfiguration, was it?\"
Harry nodded.

\"I see. Maybe that\'s how Hermoine does it-every night she dreams of Malfoy.\"

The boys laughed, and Ron felt a great deal relieved.

Hermoine entered the Common Room just then, and Ron\'s started to laugh even harder at the sight of her. Hermoine looked between Ron and Harry, wanting an answer desperately but not being able to ask the question. Harry just chuckled.

\"Don\'t worry, \'Moine. Everything\'s fine. Best to forget about it.\" Hermoine gave Harry one last look and resolved to go to her room, shaking her head at Ron.

A/N: Don\'t worry. That\'s not nearly the end of it. It\'ll actually be interesting… I think… Well, there\'ll be slash. And that\'s plenty interesting.
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