Candy - for theflutist - Harry/Ron – NC-17
Title : Candy
For : theflutist
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : involving some Wizarding candy, the Burrow, ChristmasMorning!Sex, and an argument the night before
Words : 1944
Rating : NC-17


How long have I known the twins?

And yet I still accept sweets from them.

It was Christmas Eve and Voldemort was dead and we’d had a good meal and a few drinks and I was drowsing by the fire at the Burrow, trying to be inconspicuous and get out of holding the squirming, scarlet thing that was being passed round the room.

No, not some strange Wizarding parlour game: the first Weasley grandchild.

For some unfathomable reason, Fleur didn’t mind her baby being held by some of the most irresponsible and clumsy men I’ve ever met.

Ginny perched on the arm of my armchair.

“Aren’t you feeling broody, Harry?” she asked brightly.

I glared at her. “I don’t know anything about babies,” I muttered. “Except that they’re scary.”

“Scarier than You Know Who?” she asked.

“You Know Who never peed on me,” I pointed out.

She snorted.

Fleur recovered her spawn and took it upstairs, and everyone else got up and started to clear up and get ready for bed.

I was just congratulating myself on having escaped humiliation, when George dropped to the floor by my feet and offered me a bag of sweets.

I took out a bright green sphere and eyed it carefully.

“Gravity Gobstopper,” George said proudly.

“What does it do?” I asked.

“Depends,” George admitted.

“On what?” Ginny asked.

“On how people feel about him.”

“What?” I spluttered.

“It’ll effect everyone in the room; they’ll be pulled towards you, depending on how much they care. Ginny’ll land in your lap.”

“No, I won’t,” Ginny said.

“Oh, come on, Harry,” George begged. “Everyone here is a Weasley; if I suck it, well Fred and Mum will be drawn over here, but everyone else cares the same amount.”

“Except for Percy,” Ginny said.

“OK, Perce will be blown out into the garden,” George agreed. “Come on, Harry, everyone likes you.”

“So, everyone will be pulled over here?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“By different amounts?”

“Yeah.”

“But no one will land in my lap?”

“Not if Gin really is over you, no.”

Ginny kicked him.

I sighed.

I popped it in my mouth and sucked hard; for a while nothing happened, but then I broke through the green layer and it fizzed against my tongue and Fred arrived and landed in George’s lap.

Ginny laughed.

“Well, they do everything alike; makes sense they love you just the same!”

“You’re not feeling anything?” George asked her.

“I’m already sitting right next to him,” she shrugged.

“Hey!” Bill said, skidding through the doorway and stopping in the middle of the room. “What was that?”

“Fred and George Weasley,” Molly shouted, flying past him and ending up sprawled over Ginny. “What are you up to?”

“Why blame us?” Fred asked as Arthur landed at his wife’s feet.

“’Cos it’s always you,” Charlie complained, hanging onto the doorframe until Ron knocked him away.

Charlie crumpled to the floor and Ron shot across the room and landed in my lap.

“What on earth is going on?” Percy asked, casually standing in the doorway.

Fred snorted.

“Gravity Gobstopper,” George explained. “The more you care about Harry, the closer it dragged you.”

Molly untangled herself and stood up. “And can we move away again?” she demanded.

“Absolutely!” Fred said. “Look.”

He got up, walked across the room and closed the door in Percy’s face.

“It just shows you how much people care,” George said, helping Arthur to his feet.

“Well, I really don’t see the point,” Charlie complained, hauling himself up Bill’s legs and standing up.

“We’ve proved Ginny really isn’t in love with him,” Fred sniggered. “She didn’t move an inch; Angelina was welded to my side for twelve hours.”

“Angelina?” Molly said, whirling on him.

“Ah, yes, well,” Fred muttered, backing away from her.

“Excellent,” Ron said, trying to get to his feet and dragging me out of my chair.

“Oh!” George said, looking down at us tangled on the floor.

“I can’t get up,” Ron complained, elbowing me in the stomach.

“No way!” Fred crowed, sidestepping his mother and coming to stand over us.

“What’s happened?” I asked him, stopping Ron from squirming and bracing myself against him as we helped each other to our feet.

“You’re stuck together!” George said, biting his lip.

We tried to pull apart, but it was impossible.

“Well,” Molly said. “It stands to reason that Ron cares the most; but how do we peel them apart?”

“That’s the thing,” George said.

“We’re not sure,” Fred admitted. “It’s only happened the one time.”

“With Angelina?” I asked.

“Yeah,” George admitted. “We think it’s a… love thing.”

“George,” Fred snapped. “Not here.”

“I think it’s time you admitted it,” George said. “Look at them!”

He gestured to Ron and me, stuck together from shoulder to wrist.

Fred grunted. “OK,” he said. “Me and Angelina are together; we think that’s why we got stuck.”

“Together?” Molly shouted. “When were you going to tell us?”

“That’s not the point, Mum,” George said firmly. “But I reckon that that’s why Harry and Ron are stuck.”

“We’re not together,” Ron spat.

“I think you are,” Fred said.

“I am going to kill you,” Ron growled.

“Fred, this isn’t funny,” I moaned, feeling Ron trying to jerk his arm away from mine. “How do we get separate?”

“Ah,” George said. “It’s possibly a time thing.”

“Possibly?” Ron asked.

“Well, they were stuck for twelve hours.”

“And how did you come apart?” Charlie asked.

“That’s the other thing,” George said. “They came and they came apart.”

“George Weasley!” Molly snapped.

George shrugged. “Well, they did; that’s why we’re not sure if it was the time or… or… the sex.”

I swallowed hard and looked at Ron.

He was scarlet and obviously about to attack his brothers.

“Ron, stop, please,” I said. “Look, it’s ten o’clock, now. We’ll give it twelve hours, and see what happens, OK?”

“Just like that?” Ron snapped.

“Don’t take it out on me,” I complained. “Let’s just go to bed and see what happens in the morning.”

George sniggered.

“To sleep,” I said, turning on the twins. “And you are in big trouble; you knew about this,” I picked up my arm and waved Ron’s at them, “and you still gave me the sweet?”

“We didn’t think anyone but Ginny was in love with you,” Fred protested.

“So, I could have been stuck to her until we ‘did it’?” I gasped.

Molly lost it, screeching at the pair of them, so the rest of us slunk out of the room.

Charlie closed the door on her screams and picked up our joined arms.

“Those bastards,” Ron hissed. “Just wait until I get my hands on them.”

“What now?” Bill asked, taking out his wand and trying a few spells, but nothing parted us.

“Now we sleep on it,” I said firmly.

I turned on my heel and dragged a very grumpy Ron up the stairs behind me.

I was feeling rather guilty; what if we were stuck together because of how I felt?

Because the sodding sweets had a point; I was in love with him, but this wasn’t how I’d been planning on him finding out.

Actually, I’d planned on him never finding out.

So, hopefully, it would wear off by morning, and we could write it off as a loving him like a brother thing.

“Why are you so calm?” Ron complained, as we reached his room and closed the door, behind us.

“I’m not calm,” I said. “I’m furious; but there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

Ron grunted.

“Look,” I said, kicking off my trainers and undoing my trousers, one handed. “Let’s sleep on it, yeah?”

“Right,” Ron said, moving further away from me and struggling out of his jeans.

We looked at his single bed and then at each other.

“Oh, sod it,” he said. “It’s us, right?”

“Right.”

He lay down and pulled me with him.

“Back to back,” he said, turning to face the wall. “And we never tell the twins we were stuck together at the arse all night.”

I snorted and lay down.

“G’night,” I said.

“G’night, Harry.”

I awoke from a deep and satisfying sleep to find Ron had turned and wrapped himself around me, arms and legs holding me tight and face buried in my hair.

I let myself rest back against him, for a moment, pitifully drinking in the feeling of waking up in his arms.

“G’morning,” he murmured against my neck. “Time z’it?”

“Eight,” I whispered, checking my watch and bracing myself to wriggle away from him. “You awake?”

“Nope,” he laughed. “Talkin’ in m’sleep.”

He snuggled closer and sighed and I felt myself harden as his breath washed over my skin.

Shit.

I tried to untangle myself from his arms, but he held on, tightly.

“Can’t pull away fr’me, Harry,” he muttered. “S’the whole point; stuck wi’me.”

“Until ten,” I choked.

“Maybe,” he said.

“What?”

“Um… we could… oh, fuck, I’m no good at this stuff,” he said, flopping onto his back.

I rolled over, on the arm trapped under my neck, and propped myself up on an elbow.

“Ron?” I said.

His eyes were tightly shut.

“D’you think maybe the Gobstopper could have a point?” he asked, in a very small voice.

My breath caught in my throat.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “It knows… me… anyway.”

“Me, too,” Ron murmured.

“So, we could try…”

“Try Angelina’s Method,” he said, opening bright blue eyes and grinning up at me.

“Oh, yes,” I said, moving closer and pressing my no longer embarrassing erection against his thigh.

“Brilliant,” he said, surging up and over me and pressing me back on the bed.

“What do we do?” I asked, looking up at him.

Up at that beloved face.

“I have no idea,” he said, rubbing against me.

“Boxers off,” I decided bravely and his eyes flew open, but he complied swiftly.

Leaning over me again, he aligned his cock with mine and I wrapped my hand round us both.

“Good idea,” he said, thrusting into my hand.

“Bloody good idea,” I moaned, trapped beneath him and unable to move as he slid against me, as he groaned and muttered into my hair.

Unable to breathe as my climax ripped through me and spread between us as he thrust harder and harder and pressed his lips to my neck as he came.

I never wanted to move; wanted his weight on top of me for the rest of my life.

“D’you mean it?” he murmured in my ear.

“What?” I said, shoving against his shoulders so he’d push up off me and I could see his face.

“D’you mean this?”

I boggled at him.

“Would I do it just to give the twins ammunition?” I asked.

“I mean it,” he said.

“Of course I mean it,” I said, craning my neck to press my lips to his.

“Excellent,” he whispered.

“So,” I said. “Shall we see if it worked?”

“Here goes nothing,” Ron said, sitting up.

He took my hand and pulled me up beside him.

We both watched our hands as he pulled his fingers back, one by one, until.

Until we weren’t touching anymore.

“Wow,” he said.

“It worked,” I said, looking up at his smiling face.

“’Course, you know what this means?” he asked.

“True love and crap like that?” I said.

“Git,” he snorted. “It means we have to hide up here until ten, so we can tell the twins we came apart ‘cos of time. I’m not walking down those stairs a minute earlier.”

“How will we pass the time?” I gasped, as his arms slipped round me.
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A quote from Dan, in Newsweek…
Rupert’s great, because if you’re ever in the mood for a very surreal conversation, you can have it with him. Like, “What would happen if each of us had our own gravitational pull?”