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drabbles for Xmas
For :duestar
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : second kiss
Words : 110
Rating : G
Ron blinked, nervously and Harry blinked back at him.
Harry’s eyes were ridiculously green and wide and confused and Ron could see every inky black eyelash and he was going to have to kill himself because he had really blown it, now.
He was so bad at these things.
He’d spent months kissing the wrong girl, and then he’d left it too late with Hermione, and now this.
Which was probably worst of all.
Because Harry was going to kill him.
And never forgive him.
And this was Harry.
And he couldn’t live with a Harry-shaped hole in his life, anyway.
And then Harry leant in for their second kiss.
****
For :hlfchcknhlfsqrl
Pairing : Harry/Ron/Seamus
Prompt : HOT SHOWER SEX!!!
Words : 301
Rating : R
Harry toothpasted his brush as slowly as possible.
He met Ron’s eyes in the mirrors above the sink and hic cock twitched.
How did no one else notice the way Ron looked at him?
“Night,” muttered Neville, pulling the drawstring on his toiletries bag and returning to the dorm.
“Shower is all yours, Ron,” Dean said, leaving a trail of wet footprints as he crossed from the shower cubicle to the door, a towel wrapped precariously low on his hips.
Ron smiled into the mirror and Harry thanked the Lord that the mirrors in the boys’ bathrooms had seen it all – because otherwise it would have flushed pink and cracked at the look in Ron’s eyes.
Ron unbuttoned the top couple of buttons and took his shirt off over his head, delaying as naturally as he could until Seamus finished at the next sink.
Harry bit his lip and stifled a groan as he looked at Ron’s bare chest in the mirror.
“So,” said Seamus conversationally. “You’re still quite a bit taller than Harry, then, Ron?”
Ron looked directly at Harry for a moment and nodded slowly. “A few inches, yeah,” he said.
“That’s good,” Seamus replied, rinsing his toothbrush. “Works out well for ya.”
“How?” Ron couldn’t help asking.
“And I’m another good three inches shorter than Harry, here,” Seamus continued, ignoring him.
“Yeah,” said Ron, catching Harry’s eye in the mirror and shrugging. “So?”
“So,” said Seamus, in the same serene tone. “I’m thinking that if it works out so well when Harry braces his hands against the wall in that shower and you fuck him from behind, well, just think how it would be if I was to join you and I bent over in front of him as he took me up the arse!”
The mirror shattered.
****
For :mad_martha
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : socks and a foot massage
Words : 526
Rating : NC-17
I was lying full length on the couch, feeling sorry for myself, as Ron lifted my feet out of the way and sat down.
I'd been staring moodily into the flames and flinched as Ron dropped my feet in his lap and rubbed my ankle.
I was extra twitchy around Ron these days, of course, and didn't think I could cope with Ron's casual physical contact much longer.
"Hey," Ron said. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, just the usual," I sighed. Hopefully Ron would think I meant Voldemort, rather than the fact that I couldn't think straight when he touched me.
Or smiled at me.
Or spoke to me.
"God, you're tense," Ron said, slipping his fingers inside the top of my sock and stroking gently.
"Ron?" I squeaked.
And then he stripped my socks off and my toes curled.
"What are you doing?" I asked plaintively.
"Helping you relax," he said, digging both thumbs into the arch of my foot and rubbing them in circles.
"Not helping," I said, trying to pull my foot away.
"Foot massage," he explained. "Your muscles are rock hard in knots, Harry. It'll work wonders. Dad does it for Mum all the time."
Oh, lord, not a good idea! But he said, "Hush," and his fingers ground against the bones in my foot and I sighed with pleasure.
I gave in and closed my eyes. How often could I just lie there and have the boy of my dreams stroking me like this?
And his hands were so strong. His long fingers stoked me from toe to ankle and it was heavenly.
But, as my feet melted into mush, the rock hardness transferred elsewhere.
I tried to wish my erection away.
I tried to think of Professor Sprout in her underwear.
I tried to raise my free leg and hide what was happening under my robes.
But Ron kept rubbing and my cock kept twitching and I was almost in tears when his hand trailed slowly up my leg and a very tentative voice said, "I could help you with that, too, if you like," and his fingers brushed against my erection.
My eyes snapped open. "Ron?" I squeaked.
He slipped off the couch and knelt by my side, his hand barely brushing my cock.
"If… if you want," he shrugged, flushing slightly.
I couldn't swallow past the lump in my throat, so I nodded slowly.
Ron smiled encouragingly and one hand slipped inside my robes as the other brushed the hair out of my face.
"Ron," I breathed, as his fingers wrapped around me.
He'd been caressing me for too long, and it only took a few strokes before I lost it and I tried to apologise, for coming too soon and for coming over his fingers, but he shushed me and stroked my hair.
"Was that OK?" he asked.
"That was fantastic," I said, swallowing hard.
Ron beamed. "I'd do anything for you, you know that, right?"
My heart fell. "Yeah, I know you and Hermione will look after me; get me through this."
He frowned. "No," he said quietly. "That is not why, you prat."
And he kissed me.
****
For :belovedranger
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : trying to decorate a tree together
Words : 102
Rating : PG-13
Hermione blames me, as usual.
I wish, just for once, that she'd stop giving Harry the benefit of the doubt.
Because I blame Harry.
The tree was almost finished.
All baubles, bobbles and bright shiny stuff in place.
And then Harry climbed the ladder to put the fairy on top.
And his arse was right in my face.
So I bit it.
And he jumped.
And fell.
And grabbed the tree.
And pulled it down on top of us.
And I laughed.
And he kissed me.
All Harry's fault.
OK, so I admit that tying him up with tinsel was my idea.
****
For :lauriegilbert
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : sledding
Words : 329
Rating : PG-13
They were staying at the Three Broomsticks when there was an excellent fall of snow.
Harry looked out of the window of the room they were sharing and heard Hermione mutter and bury her head under her pillow behind him as the dazzling white light flooded the room.
Ron, as usual, was buried head to toe under blankets already.
“Let’s take the day off,” Harry said.
“Hmmm?” Hermione managed.
“No quest today,” Harry decreed. “Let’s play in the snow.”
“Excellent,” came a muffled voice from under the blankets.
So they dressed, breakfasted and went out into the perfect undisturbed snow.
At the top of a hill, Hermione transfigured a plank of wood into a sled and nervously perched in front of Ron as he wrapped his arms around her and kicked off.
Harry watched them flash down the hill, Hermione screaming and Ron laughing, and his heart lifted.
This had been a very good idea.
A reminder of why they were fighting.
A reminder of what life should be like.
Ron and Hermione trudged back up the hill, Ron dragging the sled, and Harry sat down, Hermione between his knees.
They flew down the hill, wind whipping his face, Hermione huddled against him.
It was perfect.
After a few more turns, Ron complained.
He sat on the sled and beckoned to Harry. “Com eon,” he said. “This isn’t working fairly – Hermione is getting twice as many goes as us!”
Harry, of course, had a very good reason why this was a bad idea, but he could hardly mention it, so he sat down between Ron’s bony knees.
Ron looped a long arm around his waist and kicked off.
Harry allowed himself to close his eyes and lean back against his best friend.
This was perfect.
Ron’s laugh rumbled against his back.
This was fantastic.
Ron’s body was hot and wrapped around him.
This was brilliant.
Ron’s erection was pressed against his back.
Harry’s eyes flew open.
This was interesting.
****
For :resqdog51
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : 'rush of blood to the head' *grin*
Words : 151
Rating : PG-13 for language
“Fuck,” Ron thought, trying hard to concentrate on the bacon and eggs that his mother had put down in front of him. “How does he do that?”
The object of his irritation was sitting innocently opposite him, idly running his fingers over the spot where Ron had had to charm away the love bite he’d given him the night before.
Ron’s cock twitched and he looked out of the window, taking deep breaths and trying to put Harry out of his mind.
His cock had no business twitching, anyway, because Harry had woken him with a blow job and he’d come down to breakfast feeling boneless and sated.
But then Harry dipped a finger in his ketchup and deliberately thrust it between pursed, pink lips and sucked it clean and Ron was unable to control a rush of blood to the head that was suddenly trapped uncomfortably in his boxer shorts.
****
For :snoopypez
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : Er.. pie. o.O
Words : 140
Rating : R
“Where do you put it all?” Harry demanded as Ron bit into a sixth mince pie.
“I’m a growing boy,” Ron said indistinctly.
“No you’re not,” Harry pointed out. “You’re twenty-five!”
Ron smirked.
“And you are still in your pyjamas at two o’clock and you are eating mince pies for lunch.”
“Grouch,” Ron said. “It’s Christmas and I’ve got five blissful days off work.”
“Hmmm,” Harry said and rolled his eyes as Ron picked up another pastry.
“Growing boy, Harry,” he said and popped it into his mouth whole.
“Not,” Harry insisted.
Ron swallowed and said, “Give me your hand.”
Harry looked dubious but put his hand in Ron’s.
Ron pressed Harry’s palm against the bulge in his pyjama bottoms.
“Growing boy, Harry,” he insisted, and this time Harry had to agree with him as Ron swelled against his fingers.
****
For :opusasatana
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : Gore
Words : 130
Rating : PG-13 for language
Harry sliced his palm open on some broken glass in the ruined house at Godric’s Hollow.
“Aww, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered, his other hand slippery with blood as he tried to hold the cut closed.
“Hold still, will you?” Ron demanded, wand out, as he tried to clasp Harry’s wrist.
He sat Harry down on a ruined wall and charmed the cut closed, Tergeoing away the blood and running a finger down the new scar.
Harry’s face was pale.
“Some Chosen One,” Ron chuckled. “It’s just a little blood.”
“Yeah, well,” Harry laughed shakily. “It’s my blood, is the thing.”
“Well, it’s all better now,” said Ron, raising Harry’s hand to his lips and kissing the thin pink line.
And Harry’s face flushed to the tips of his ears.
****
For :inell
Pairing : Hermione/Charlie with a side of Harry/Ron
Prompt : Romance and mistletoe
Words : 590
Rating : PG-13
“I still say they’re together,” Charlie said, pushing her hair back off her face as she nestled against his chest.
“And I still say I know them better than anyone,” Hermione said, trailing her fingers down through the red hair that led to interesting places south of his belly button.
Charlie pulled her closer and laughed. “And they think more of you than anyone. They’re scared you’d be disappointed in them.”
Hermione snorted and threw a leg across his freckled thighs. “I wouldn’t be disappointed! They’d know that.”
“Fancy a small bet?” Charlie asked, as his hand smoothed down her naked back and cupped her bottom.
“Always,” she replied.
“I say we see them under the mistletoe by Christmas Day.”
“I disagree.”
“Usual wager?”
“Of course,” she agreed, reaching up to kiss and silence him.
She honestly couldn’t see any difference in Harry and Ron’s behaviour.
Charlie said that that was because they’d always been joined at the hip, anyway, and the sexual connection was just part of their usual connection.
Hermione said then what was the point.
Charlie said that they were soulmates and that it was cute.
Hermione made loud vomiting noises and checked her lover still had his tackle unspoiled by slipping her hand into his boxers.
Charlie said she’d learnt too many habits from Ron.
Hermione said he meant the vomiting noises.
Charlie said he meant the way she was stroking his cock.
On Friday night the four of them were sitting in the lounge of Hermione’s flat, nursing a final drink after a large dinner.
“So,” Charlie said, stretching and pulling Hermione’s legs across his lap. “Burrow for Christmas dinner tomorrow.”
“Yup,” Ron said.
“You bringing anyone?” Charlie asked casually.
Ron’s eyes flickered toward Harry infinitesimally.
“No,” he said flatly.
“Good,” Charlie said.
Harry snorted.
“What d’you mean, ‘good’?” Ron demanded.
“It’s Fred and George’s new Wandering Mistletoe,” Charlie explained and Hermione pinched his arm.
Ron looked nervously at the mistletoe above the fireplace. “Wandering Mistletoe?” he echoed.
“Yeah,” Charlie said. “Follows you until you kiss her. I thought it’d be a bit much for some poor girl’s first trip to the Burrow,” he laughed.
Ron smiled weakly.
Hermione got up to make coffee and dragged Charlie into the kitchen.
“That’s against the rules,” she objected.
“Isn’t,” he pouted and kissed her. “I didn’t say it follows you until you kissed Harry.”
She laughed.
They peeped through the doorway, to see Ron standing before the fire, hands in his pockets, gazing up at the offending plant.
Charlie got out his wand and pointed it at the mistletoe and it swayed towards his unfortunate youngest brother, who yelped and leapt back.
“Harry,” he hissed.
“What?” Harry answered.
“It’s gonna follow me,” Ron said.
“Until when?” Harry smiled.
“Until I kiss her, apparently,” Ron moaned.
“So for ever, basically?” Harry asked.
“Not funny, Harry.”
The mistletoe strained toward him again and Hermione trod on Charlie’s foot.
“Shall we see if we can break the spell?” Harry said, getting up to stand beside his friend.
“Huh?” Ron asked.
“You know. Break the spell, free the princess.”
Ron shot a worried look at the kitchen door.
“’Kay,” he said.
Harry took a step closer, glanced up at the mistletoe and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
Ron’s hands automatically came up to cup his face and he sighed into the kiss.
The mistletoe stopped trembling and Charlie grinned down at his girlfriend.
“Well, bugger me,” Hermione said faintly.
“I believe that was the terms of the bet,” Charlie smiled.
****
For :anothersuperboy
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : rubber duckie
Words : 242
Rating : PG-13 – and a bit odd
Harry jumped as the hotel room door slammed open and Ron stalked in.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, eyeing Ron’s furious face and blackened eye warily.
“I don’t like America,” Ron snapped. “They are all insane.”
“What happened?” Harry asked.
“This stupid hotel has stupid tiny soaps and teeny tiny bottles of shampoo,” Ron moaned.
“I know, Ron,” Harry said carefully. “That is why you went out to buy some. I was here when you left, right?”
Ron snorted and threw a parcel on the bed.
Harry opened it and took out soap, shampoo and bubble bath.
“So,” he said. “What happened?”
“It took ages to find somewhere to buy the sodding things, and I tried so hard to sound Muggle, but they don’t have a chemist, they have a pharmacist.”
“Oops, sorry,” Harry said. “I knew that.”
Ron waved that away.
“That wasn’t the thing,” he said.
“So, what was the thing?”
“I just fancied buying a toy,” Ron muttered.
“A toy?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “A sex toy?”
“No!” Ron said indignantly. “A toy for the bath. It was supposed to be cute.”
“Well, how could that go wrong?” Harry asked.
“Because I went to pay for my soap and stuff, and I asked the pharmacist if he had a rubber duckie and he hissed something about not selling rubbers for filthy faggots and I was disgusting and how dare I call him ‘duckie’ and he hit me.”
****
For :cowboyangel
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : Happy Christmas
Words : 199
Rating : PG
It was the first Christmas since the war ended, and the Wizarding World was determined to celebrate.
Mrs Weasley expected them all at the Burrow for Christmas Dinner, but Ron had insisted on waking up on Christmas morning in his own flat.
“We’ve been through a lot this last year, Mum,” he’d said. “I don’t want to wake up in my old room, with Harry on a camp bed, like we’re still twelve. I want to wake up in my own bed and know that I survived, OK?”
So, here he was, Christmas morning, and there was no light struggling through the gap in the curtains, so it was still really early.
Soon there would be breakfast to make and presents to open, just like normal people, people who hadn’t spent two years fighting and hiding and bleeding and killing.
But for now?
Well, he’d lied to his mum, but it was only a white lie.
Because this wasn’t his own bed he was waking up in.
It was Harry’s bed, and Harry was warm and naked and wrapped tightly around him.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered, kissing the beloved face pressed against his neck and dozing off once more.
****
For :magicofisis
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : long, deep, sensuous kissing
Words : 269
Rating : PG-13
The very second it was all over, when Harry stood in a widening circle of roiling black smoke, his wand clutched in his hand and everyone’s eyes burning into him.
The very second Ron saw the Minister and half his cronies bearing down on them.
He grabbed Harry’s arm and Side-Along-Apparated him away.
They materialised in Ron’s old room at the Burrow and Harry blinked at him slowly.
“Ron?” he asked, his voice dry and cracked. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve done enough,” Ron said, firmly, leading Harry over to his old bed and folding him to sit him on the edge. “I don’t care what they were going to say; you’ve done your part and more. It’s over.”
He knelt to unlace Harry’s boots and rubbed his aching feet through his holey socks.
“Over,” Harry echoed, looking at the red head bent over its task.
“Over,” Ron said, kneeling up to brush Harry’s hair out of his face. “And they can’t have you anymore.”
Harry smiled gently.
“We promised we’d wait until it was all over,” Ron said softly. “Please don’t make me wait any more.”
“No,” Harry whispered. “No, of course not.”
Ron leant closer and their eyes fluttered closed as their lips touched.
Softly at first, just the touch of butterfly wings, then deeper and deeper, as their hands wandered.
Ron’s hands were tangled in Harry’s hair, holding him still as he drank him in.
Learning the taste of him.
Harry’s hands settled on Ron’s chest, grabbing a double-handful of the dirty t-shirt and holding on for dear life.
For the life they could finally have.
****
For :
duestarPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : second kiss
Words : 110
Rating : G
Ron blinked, nervously and Harry blinked back at him.
Harry’s eyes were ridiculously green and wide and confused and Ron could see every inky black eyelash and he was going to have to kill himself because he had really blown it, now.
He was so bad at these things.
He’d spent months kissing the wrong girl, and then he’d left it too late with Hermione, and now this.
Which was probably worst of all.
Because Harry was going to kill him.
And never forgive him.
And this was Harry.
And he couldn’t live with a Harry-shaped hole in his life, anyway.
And then Harry leant in for their second kiss.
****
For :
hlfchcknhlfsqrlPairing : Harry/Ron/Seamus
Prompt : HOT SHOWER SEX!!!
Words : 301
Rating : R
Harry toothpasted his brush as slowly as possible.
He met Ron’s eyes in the mirrors above the sink and hic cock twitched.
How did no one else notice the way Ron looked at him?
“Night,” muttered Neville, pulling the drawstring on his toiletries bag and returning to the dorm.
“Shower is all yours, Ron,” Dean said, leaving a trail of wet footprints as he crossed from the shower cubicle to the door, a towel wrapped precariously low on his hips.
Ron smiled into the mirror and Harry thanked the Lord that the mirrors in the boys’ bathrooms had seen it all – because otherwise it would have flushed pink and cracked at the look in Ron’s eyes.
Ron unbuttoned the top couple of buttons and took his shirt off over his head, delaying as naturally as he could until Seamus finished at the next sink.
Harry bit his lip and stifled a groan as he looked at Ron’s bare chest in the mirror.
“So,” said Seamus conversationally. “You’re still quite a bit taller than Harry, then, Ron?”
Ron looked directly at Harry for a moment and nodded slowly. “A few inches, yeah,” he said.
“That’s good,” Seamus replied, rinsing his toothbrush. “Works out well for ya.”
“How?” Ron couldn’t help asking.
“And I’m another good three inches shorter than Harry, here,” Seamus continued, ignoring him.
“Yeah,” said Ron, catching Harry’s eye in the mirror and shrugging. “So?”
“So,” said Seamus, in the same serene tone. “I’m thinking that if it works out so well when Harry braces his hands against the wall in that shower and you fuck him from behind, well, just think how it would be if I was to join you and I bent over in front of him as he took me up the arse!”
The mirror shattered.
****
For :
mad_marthaPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : socks and a foot massage
Words : 526
Rating : NC-17
I was lying full length on the couch, feeling sorry for myself, as Ron lifted my feet out of the way and sat down.
I'd been staring moodily into the flames and flinched as Ron dropped my feet in his lap and rubbed my ankle.
I was extra twitchy around Ron these days, of course, and didn't think I could cope with Ron's casual physical contact much longer.
"Hey," Ron said. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, just the usual," I sighed. Hopefully Ron would think I meant Voldemort, rather than the fact that I couldn't think straight when he touched me.
Or smiled at me.
Or spoke to me.
"God, you're tense," Ron said, slipping his fingers inside the top of my sock and stroking gently.
"Ron?" I squeaked.
And then he stripped my socks off and my toes curled.
"What are you doing?" I asked plaintively.
"Helping you relax," he said, digging both thumbs into the arch of my foot and rubbing them in circles.
"Not helping," I said, trying to pull my foot away.
"Foot massage," he explained. "Your muscles are rock hard in knots, Harry. It'll work wonders. Dad does it for Mum all the time."
Oh, lord, not a good idea! But he said, "Hush," and his fingers ground against the bones in my foot and I sighed with pleasure.
I gave in and closed my eyes. How often could I just lie there and have the boy of my dreams stroking me like this?
And his hands were so strong. His long fingers stoked me from toe to ankle and it was heavenly.
But, as my feet melted into mush, the rock hardness transferred elsewhere.
I tried to wish my erection away.
I tried to think of Professor Sprout in her underwear.
I tried to raise my free leg and hide what was happening under my robes.
But Ron kept rubbing and my cock kept twitching and I was almost in tears when his hand trailed slowly up my leg and a very tentative voice said, "I could help you with that, too, if you like," and his fingers brushed against my erection.
My eyes snapped open. "Ron?" I squeaked.
He slipped off the couch and knelt by my side, his hand barely brushing my cock.
"If… if you want," he shrugged, flushing slightly.
I couldn't swallow past the lump in my throat, so I nodded slowly.
Ron smiled encouragingly and one hand slipped inside my robes as the other brushed the hair out of my face.
"Ron," I breathed, as his fingers wrapped around me.
He'd been caressing me for too long, and it only took a few strokes before I lost it and I tried to apologise, for coming too soon and for coming over his fingers, but he shushed me and stroked my hair.
"Was that OK?" he asked.
"That was fantastic," I said, swallowing hard.
Ron beamed. "I'd do anything for you, you know that, right?"
My heart fell. "Yeah, I know you and Hermione will look after me; get me through this."
He frowned. "No," he said quietly. "That is not why, you prat."
And he kissed me.
****
For :
belovedrangerPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : trying to decorate a tree together
Words : 102
Rating : PG-13
Hermione blames me, as usual.
I wish, just for once, that she'd stop giving Harry the benefit of the doubt.
Because I blame Harry.
The tree was almost finished.
All baubles, bobbles and bright shiny stuff in place.
And then Harry climbed the ladder to put the fairy on top.
And his arse was right in my face.
So I bit it.
And he jumped.
And fell.
And grabbed the tree.
And pulled it down on top of us.
And I laughed.
And he kissed me.
All Harry's fault.
OK, so I admit that tying him up with tinsel was my idea.
****
For :
lauriegilbertPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : sledding
Words : 329
Rating : PG-13
They were staying at the Three Broomsticks when there was an excellent fall of snow.
Harry looked out of the window of the room they were sharing and heard Hermione mutter and bury her head under her pillow behind him as the dazzling white light flooded the room.
Ron, as usual, was buried head to toe under blankets already.
“Let’s take the day off,” Harry said.
“Hmmm?” Hermione managed.
“No quest today,” Harry decreed. “Let’s play in the snow.”
“Excellent,” came a muffled voice from under the blankets.
So they dressed, breakfasted and went out into the perfect undisturbed snow.
At the top of a hill, Hermione transfigured a plank of wood into a sled and nervously perched in front of Ron as he wrapped his arms around her and kicked off.
Harry watched them flash down the hill, Hermione screaming and Ron laughing, and his heart lifted.
This had been a very good idea.
A reminder of why they were fighting.
A reminder of what life should be like.
Ron and Hermione trudged back up the hill, Ron dragging the sled, and Harry sat down, Hermione between his knees.
They flew down the hill, wind whipping his face, Hermione huddled against him.
It was perfect.
After a few more turns, Ron complained.
He sat on the sled and beckoned to Harry. “Com eon,” he said. “This isn’t working fairly – Hermione is getting twice as many goes as us!”
Harry, of course, had a very good reason why this was a bad idea, but he could hardly mention it, so he sat down between Ron’s bony knees.
Ron looped a long arm around his waist and kicked off.
Harry allowed himself to close his eyes and lean back against his best friend.
This was perfect.
Ron’s laugh rumbled against his back.
This was fantastic.
Ron’s body was hot and wrapped around him.
This was brilliant.
Ron’s erection was pressed against his back.
Harry’s eyes flew open.
This was interesting.
****
For :
resqdog51Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : 'rush of blood to the head' *grin*
Words : 151
Rating : PG-13 for language
“Fuck,” Ron thought, trying hard to concentrate on the bacon and eggs that his mother had put down in front of him. “How does he do that?”
The object of his irritation was sitting innocently opposite him, idly running his fingers over the spot where Ron had had to charm away the love bite he’d given him the night before.
Ron’s cock twitched and he looked out of the window, taking deep breaths and trying to put Harry out of his mind.
His cock had no business twitching, anyway, because Harry had woken him with a blow job and he’d come down to breakfast feeling boneless and sated.
But then Harry dipped a finger in his ketchup and deliberately thrust it between pursed, pink lips and sucked it clean and Ron was unable to control a rush of blood to the head that was suddenly trapped uncomfortably in his boxer shorts.
****
For :
snoopypezPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : Er.. pie. o.O
Words : 140
Rating : R
“Where do you put it all?” Harry demanded as Ron bit into a sixth mince pie.
“I’m a growing boy,” Ron said indistinctly.
“No you’re not,” Harry pointed out. “You’re twenty-five!”
Ron smirked.
“And you are still in your pyjamas at two o’clock and you are eating mince pies for lunch.”
“Grouch,” Ron said. “It’s Christmas and I’ve got five blissful days off work.”
“Hmmm,” Harry said and rolled his eyes as Ron picked up another pastry.
“Growing boy, Harry,” he said and popped it into his mouth whole.
“Not,” Harry insisted.
Ron swallowed and said, “Give me your hand.”
Harry looked dubious but put his hand in Ron’s.
Ron pressed Harry’s palm against the bulge in his pyjama bottoms.
“Growing boy, Harry,” he insisted, and this time Harry had to agree with him as Ron swelled against his fingers.
****
For :
opusasatanaPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : Gore
Words : 130
Rating : PG-13 for language
Harry sliced his palm open on some broken glass in the ruined house at Godric’s Hollow.
“Aww, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered, his other hand slippery with blood as he tried to hold the cut closed.
“Hold still, will you?” Ron demanded, wand out, as he tried to clasp Harry’s wrist.
He sat Harry down on a ruined wall and charmed the cut closed, Tergeoing away the blood and running a finger down the new scar.
Harry’s face was pale.
“Some Chosen One,” Ron chuckled. “It’s just a little blood.”
“Yeah, well,” Harry laughed shakily. “It’s my blood, is the thing.”
“Well, it’s all better now,” said Ron, raising Harry’s hand to his lips and kissing the thin pink line.
And Harry’s face flushed to the tips of his ears.
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For :
inellPairing : Hermione/Charlie with a side of Harry/Ron
Prompt : Romance and mistletoe
Words : 590
Rating : PG-13
“I still say they’re together,” Charlie said, pushing her hair back off her face as she nestled against his chest.
“And I still say I know them better than anyone,” Hermione said, trailing her fingers down through the red hair that led to interesting places south of his belly button.
Charlie pulled her closer and laughed. “And they think more of you than anyone. They’re scared you’d be disappointed in them.”
Hermione snorted and threw a leg across his freckled thighs. “I wouldn’t be disappointed! They’d know that.”
“Fancy a small bet?” Charlie asked, as his hand smoothed down her naked back and cupped her bottom.
“Always,” she replied.
“I say we see them under the mistletoe by Christmas Day.”
“I disagree.”
“Usual wager?”
“Of course,” she agreed, reaching up to kiss and silence him.
She honestly couldn’t see any difference in Harry and Ron’s behaviour.
Charlie said that that was because they’d always been joined at the hip, anyway, and the sexual connection was just part of their usual connection.
Hermione said then what was the point.
Charlie said that they were soulmates and that it was cute.
Hermione made loud vomiting noises and checked her lover still had his tackle unspoiled by slipping her hand into his boxers.
Charlie said she’d learnt too many habits from Ron.
Hermione said he meant the vomiting noises.
Charlie said he meant the way she was stroking his cock.
On Friday night the four of them were sitting in the lounge of Hermione’s flat, nursing a final drink after a large dinner.
“So,” Charlie said, stretching and pulling Hermione’s legs across his lap. “Burrow for Christmas dinner tomorrow.”
“Yup,” Ron said.
“You bringing anyone?” Charlie asked casually.
Ron’s eyes flickered toward Harry infinitesimally.
“No,” he said flatly.
“Good,” Charlie said.
Harry snorted.
“What d’you mean, ‘good’?” Ron demanded.
“It’s Fred and George’s new Wandering Mistletoe,” Charlie explained and Hermione pinched his arm.
Ron looked nervously at the mistletoe above the fireplace. “Wandering Mistletoe?” he echoed.
“Yeah,” Charlie said. “Follows you until you kiss her. I thought it’d be a bit much for some poor girl’s first trip to the Burrow,” he laughed.
Ron smiled weakly.
Hermione got up to make coffee and dragged Charlie into the kitchen.
“That’s against the rules,” she objected.
“Isn’t,” he pouted and kissed her. “I didn’t say it follows you until you kissed Harry.”
She laughed.
They peeped through the doorway, to see Ron standing before the fire, hands in his pockets, gazing up at the offending plant.
Charlie got out his wand and pointed it at the mistletoe and it swayed towards his unfortunate youngest brother, who yelped and leapt back.
“Harry,” he hissed.
“What?” Harry answered.
“It’s gonna follow me,” Ron said.
“Until when?” Harry smiled.
“Until I kiss her, apparently,” Ron moaned.
“So for ever, basically?” Harry asked.
“Not funny, Harry.”
The mistletoe strained toward him again and Hermione trod on Charlie’s foot.
“Shall we see if we can break the spell?” Harry said, getting up to stand beside his friend.
“Huh?” Ron asked.
“You know. Break the spell, free the princess.”
Ron shot a worried look at the kitchen door.
“’Kay,” he said.
Harry took a step closer, glanced up at the mistletoe and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
Ron’s hands automatically came up to cup his face and he sighed into the kiss.
The mistletoe stopped trembling and Charlie grinned down at his girlfriend.
“Well, bugger me,” Hermione said faintly.
“I believe that was the terms of the bet,” Charlie smiled.
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For :
anothersuperboyPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : rubber duckie
Words : 242
Rating : PG-13 – and a bit odd
Harry jumped as the hotel room door slammed open and Ron stalked in.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, eyeing Ron’s furious face and blackened eye warily.
“I don’t like America,” Ron snapped. “They are all insane.”
“What happened?” Harry asked.
“This stupid hotel has stupid tiny soaps and teeny tiny bottles of shampoo,” Ron moaned.
“I know, Ron,” Harry said carefully. “That is why you went out to buy some. I was here when you left, right?”
Ron snorted and threw a parcel on the bed.
Harry opened it and took out soap, shampoo and bubble bath.
“So,” he said. “What happened?”
“It took ages to find somewhere to buy the sodding things, and I tried so hard to sound Muggle, but they don’t have a chemist, they have a pharmacist.”
“Oops, sorry,” Harry said. “I knew that.”
Ron waved that away.
“That wasn’t the thing,” he said.
“So, what was the thing?”
“I just fancied buying a toy,” Ron muttered.
“A toy?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “A sex toy?”
“No!” Ron said indignantly. “A toy for the bath. It was supposed to be cute.”
“Well, how could that go wrong?” Harry asked.
“Because I went to pay for my soap and stuff, and I asked the pharmacist if he had a rubber duckie and he hissed something about not selling rubbers for filthy faggots and I was disgusting and how dare I call him ‘duckie’ and he hit me.”
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For :
cowboyangelPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : Happy Christmas
Words : 199
Rating : PG
It was the first Christmas since the war ended, and the Wizarding World was determined to celebrate.
Mrs Weasley expected them all at the Burrow for Christmas Dinner, but Ron had insisted on waking up on Christmas morning in his own flat.
“We’ve been through a lot this last year, Mum,” he’d said. “I don’t want to wake up in my old room, with Harry on a camp bed, like we’re still twelve. I want to wake up in my own bed and know that I survived, OK?”
So, here he was, Christmas morning, and there was no light struggling through the gap in the curtains, so it was still really early.
Soon there would be breakfast to make and presents to open, just like normal people, people who hadn’t spent two years fighting and hiding and bleeding and killing.
But for now?
Well, he’d lied to his mum, but it was only a white lie.
Because this wasn’t his own bed he was waking up in.
It was Harry’s bed, and Harry was warm and naked and wrapped tightly around him.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered, kissing the beloved face pressed against his neck and dozing off once more.
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For :
magicofisisPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : long, deep, sensuous kissing
Words : 269
Rating : PG-13
The very second it was all over, when Harry stood in a widening circle of roiling black smoke, his wand clutched in his hand and everyone’s eyes burning into him.
The very second Ron saw the Minister and half his cronies bearing down on them.
He grabbed Harry’s arm and Side-Along-Apparated him away.
They materialised in Ron’s old room at the Burrow and Harry blinked at him slowly.
“Ron?” he asked, his voice dry and cracked. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve done enough,” Ron said, firmly, leading Harry over to his old bed and folding him to sit him on the edge. “I don’t care what they were going to say; you’ve done your part and more. It’s over.”
He knelt to unlace Harry’s boots and rubbed his aching feet through his holey socks.
“Over,” Harry echoed, looking at the red head bent over its task.
“Over,” Ron said, kneeling up to brush Harry’s hair out of his face. “And they can’t have you anymore.”
Harry smiled gently.
“We promised we’d wait until it was all over,” Ron said softly. “Please don’t make me wait any more.”
“No,” Harry whispered. “No, of course not.”
Ron leant closer and their eyes fluttered closed as their lips touched.
Softly at first, just the touch of butterfly wings, then deeper and deeper, as their hands wandered.
Ron’s hands were tangled in Harry’s hair, holding him still as he drank him in.
Learning the taste of him.
Harry’s hands settled on Ron’s chest, grabbing a double-handful of the dirty t-shirt and holding on for dear life.
For the life they could finally have.
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