Chapter 2
A hurt like he never felt before, almost tore his chest apart. Why was he so upset? He knew that without a doubt that he didn’t like Hermione, so what was this feeling in the pit of his gut?
Harry rushed into the portrait of the fat lady, mumbling the password, without even thinking about doing so. He feebly smiled at Neville as the shy, and undeniably cute boy waved at him.
Leaving the slightly chubby boy, Harry ran to his dorm, he shared with Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean.
There he found his best mate, Ronald Weasley. Ron looked up at Harry, giving a cheerful smile.
“Hiya.” He said, feeling very energized. The happy look on his face faded when he saw the hurt confusion behind Harry’s vibrant green eyes.
“Hi.” Harry muttered.
“Is it true?” Harry blurted, before he even understood what he wanted to ask. That same sadness came back, making Harry so confused. He blinked, looking down, wondering why tears were threatening to fall. “Are the two of you really together?”
Ron blinked, not understanding. He certainly wasn’t with anyone.
“What?” Ron asked.
“Hermione. I heard Lavender and Pravti talking. They said you two were boyfriend and girlfriend.” Harry all but pouted, looking awfully cute.
“What? Me… me and Hermione…?” The thought seemed so ridicules, Ron nearly laughed, but didn’t, seeing how upset Harry seemed. “No way!” Ron shook his head, vigorously. “I don’t like her like that at all.” Ron wouldn’t admit it, but for some reason, he didn’t like any girl that way. Maybe he was still too young or something. The only person he seemed to like so much was Harry, but Harry was his best mate.
Harry seemed to relax for a moment, hearing this, but his eyes were still bright and wide. Ron could tell he clearly felt like crying; or at least he had when he first came to confront Ron.
Ron walked closer to Harry, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He was really worried. “Why do you seem so upset?” Ron gently touched Harry’s cheek, right were a tear finally escaped from his eyes. He hated seeing Harry like this. It really tore him up inside.
Harry blushed, his eyes slightly fluttering as Ron lightly gave his cheek a feather light caress, erasing his tear. Shrugging, Harry bit his lip, “I dunno… I just… well, I guess I was feeling very jealous for some reason.” He admitted. Saying that out loud made Harry pause to think, again. ‘If I don’t like Hermione like that… why… why was I jealous?’ He looked deeply into Ron’s bright green eyes. His whole body flushed, and he felt flustered all of a sudden.
Ron suddenly felt a pang in his heart. “Oh.” He said almost sadly. “You like… Hermione?” He asked that so softly, almost not wanting to hear Harry’s answer, afraid of what would leave his mouth. For some reason he didn’t want Harry to like her. Harry was his best mate first. He didn’t want to lose him to Hermione. Harry was his.
Ron blushed; his thoughts were awful odd, but that was how he felt.
Harry blurted out “no” with out even thinking. It was the truth. Once again he wondered; then why did he feel jealous?
His eyes went wide with realization. Why was it so hard to see before? If he was jealous of the thoughts of Ron being with Hermione and knew he didn’t like the girl, then… could that mean… did he like Ron?
Harry, with this new thought in mind, gazed at Ron, really looking at him. Ron… well, to put it quite bluntly, he was quite breathtaking to look at. Even in all his preteen awkwardness. He was beautiful. Harry felt his heart give a little flutter.
Well that didn’t make sense to Ron. He gave Harry a dumbfounded look. The two were still standing very close, Ron’s hand still on Harry’s cheek.
“I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand… you don’t like her, but you felt jealous…” Ron tilted his head to the side, gazing deeply into Harry’s expressive green eyes. He could see many things; wonder, excitement, newfound enlightenment, and something else… something that seemed to give Harry’s eyes a soft look.
Harry nodded, “neither did I… well, at first… but…” Harry blushed. “You know… I think I might… maybe I like you?” Harry voiced that making it almost sound like a question; he was still so rather confused.
Ron felt his heart give a pleasing tingling jolt. “Me?” He blushed, color rising to his cheeks. “Seriously?” Ron didn’t even pause to wonder why this didn’t make him uncomfortable, or disgusted for that matter. Harry was his best mate; just the thought of Harry liking him like that made him really happy.
Harry nodded, feeling rather bashful now. He eyed Ron through his long dark eyelashes, “Mm-mm. I… umm I think you’re cute and stuff…” Harry admitted, more color rising to his cheeks. He bit his lower lip, looking at his best friend, waiting for some sort of reaction.
Ron blinked, and then smiled widely. “Huh… cute and stuff?” Never before did Ron imagine somebody saying something like that to him.
“Mm-mm…” Harry grinned, pleased with the smile on Ron’s face. That had to be a good reaction.
Ron moved closer to Harry. “You’re cute and stuff, too.” He said, making Harry giggle by giving him an Eskimo kiss.
“What’s this mean?” Ron asked, pulling his nose away from Harry’s.
Harry shrugged. “We like each other?”
“Mm, I think so.” Ron nodded. “Guess you’re my boyfriend now.” Ron giggled, too young and innocent to really care that Harry was a guy.
They were both twelve; barely old enough to know how to have a relationship; what one was meant to do; how to act when alone, but that didn’t matter. They were two innocent boys figuring out their feelings for each other.
Slowly five years passed; the two were still together, though no longer in a relationship of two innocent boys just finding things out.
They were seventeen and very much in love.
They were going into their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their relationship was still secret; they hid it well from everyone, so they thought.
Peter Pettigrew had been captured last year, making Harry free to live with his godfather Sirius Black and his roommate werewolf, Remus Lupin. Since the end of the war, Sirius had completely started to re-renovate the former dark household, trying to get rid of every memory of the former owners.
Sirius was now free to roam the world as he pleased; do as he pleased. Everyone now knew he had been set up; they felt bad for their past thoughts of a man who had been innocent.
Harry invited Ron over one month before the start of their seventh year at Hogwarts, eager to spend some time with his boyfriend before the two would have to tone down their relationship when they were around others at school.
Harry happily ran to Ron when the hunky redhead appriated into the living room of Grimmauld Place.
“Oh, I’ve missed you.” Harry threw himself into Ron’s arms, kissing him without thought or care to the other two people who lived with him.
Ron blushed, pushing close to Harry, licking his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from the boy who lived.
“Bedroom.” Harry panted.
Ron smirked, “ha, can’t wait, can you?”
In answer, Harry quickly appriated him and Ron upstairs.
In a very comedic fashion, Sirius rushed to the living room, going to Remus. His eyes were wide and his face looked very flushed; he seemed excited for some reason.
“They’re having sex! Oh my god!” Sirius exclaimed, looking up at Remus, who was giving him a confused look.
Sirius had been innocently passing by Harry’s room when he heard loud cries of what he first thought were pain. It was soon apparent that the cries were pure joy and pleasure.
Not being able to help himself, Sirius walked toward the door, silently casting a small spell so he could see through the door.
His eyes had gone wide at what he saw.
“What are you talking about, pup?” Remus asked, using one of Sirius’ many pet names.
“MY godson and YOUR former students! Harry and Ron!” Sirius slapped a hand over his midsection. “I think I’m turned on. Ohh My god, that’s so sick and wrong.”
Remus started to chuckle. “Puppy, are the boys turning you on?”
“Mm-mm. Am I a dirty old man?” Sirius pouted up at Remus.
“Mm, but that’s fine.” Remus smiled, reaching out to touch Sirius’ face. “You deserve to have a little fun; don’t worry about it. Their nearly adults anyway… and it’s not like Harry’s your son. Besides, he and Ron are little firecrackers.”
“Yeah… you think they’d let us watch?” Sirius smirked, forgetting his earlier comment that it was wrong.
“Mm, maybe if we return the favor.” Remus replied.
“Oh God…” Sirius’ hard on gave a jerk from just thinking about having sex with someone watching. “That’s hot.”
“Let’s go peek on them and see what they think of this.” Remus chuckled, looking down at the now obvious hard on that was trying it’s hardest to get free of Sirius’ trousers.
“Unless you want me to do something about your little problem first…” Remus let that offer hang in the air for a moment, before he advanced toward Sirius, hands going to the top of his black trousers, undoing the buttons.
Sirius’ eyes twinkled and he tried not to visibly gulp as Remus’ hands dipped in the flap of his trousers.
“Mm… God… Remus, you’re turned on, too, aren’t you?”
Remus grinned, slowly, almost too slowly taking Sirius’s throbbing member from his trousers.
“Yeah… the thought of how taboo it would be to be with… that is watching a former student shagging another is such a turn on,” Remus purred into Sirius’ ear. Remus gave Sirius’ shaft a squeeze, emitting a loud moan from the man.
“I caught that little slip,” Sirius laughed, shaking his head, giving a moan at the same time as Remus’ speed picked up. “You’re attracted to him… them?”
Remus blushed, “well, what about you?”
“Maybe.” Sirius groaned loudly, bucking into Remus’ hand.
“They are…” Remus fished around for the right word, as he slowly removed his hand from Sirius’ shaft, making the dog whimper at the loss. Remus inwardly smirked, moving to his knees, looking up at Sirius. “…hot. But not as hot as you are right now.” He said, lustfully, as he poked his tongue out to taste the tip of Sirius waiting member.
Sirius groaned, biting his lip hard. “T-true!” He gasped loudly, white blotches flashing before his eyes, as Remus took his head in his hot mouth.
“Oh God!” Harry panted.
“Oh God!” Ron agreed, pushing harder into Harry’s tight backside.
“Ahhchoo.”
Harry looked back at Ron, who had suddenly paused his movement. “Bless you.” He said, panting heavily.
“I… uh… that wasn’t me.” Ron said, his eyes wide, as he and Harry started to look around the bedroom.
“Remus, you dolt. Way to ruin the moment.” An annoyed voice could be heard.
“Excuse me for having a cold.” Someone huffed.
Harry, his eyes even more wide and his cheeks red, but not from his and Ron’s sexual activity, gasped, “God… Sirius?”
A black head poked into the room, it’s owner grinning a bit sheepishly. “Sorry for interrupting. Well, you two seemed rather busy… we had something to discus with you, but didn’t want to make you stop.”
Remus pushed Sirius into the room, coming in after him. “Sorry.” he muttered.
“You and Ron seemed to be enjoying yourselves a lot; I hadn’t the heart to stop you.” Sirius said, with a grin, as he openly eyed both boys’ naked and intertwined bodies.
“So, you just watched?” Ron said, incredulously. Ron expected his aroused feeling to dissipate, what with being barged in on like this, but with Sirius and Remus looking at them… knowing they’d been watching… That turned him on even more.
It was the same for Harry, though he was very flustered by this; he did feel more turned on. And he… his body was really aching for Ron to continue to move within his more then willing body.
“Yeah, well… I’ve been told I’m a dirty old man.” Sirius eyed Remus, giving him a look only Remus understood. Remus smiled at Sirius, automatically reaching out to grasp his hand.
“You and…” Ron seemed to forget he was currently embedded into Harry’s ass, as he stared at the adults with wide eyes.
“Surprised?” Sirius asked.
“No… well, we’ve suspected it… ever since that day in the shrieking shack. We saw how Profess… I mean Remus reacted to learning you were alive and on the good side.” Ron looked down at Harry, who nodded, agreeing with his words.
“And this doesn’t bother you?” Remus asked.
“For God’s sakes, I’m shoved up Harry’s ass. Course it doesn’t bother me.” Ron blushed, that statement making him remember how he and Harry looked at the moment.
Sirius gave Remus a look that said ‘duh.’
“You said you wanted to talk with us,” Harry said, subconsciously moving a bit, making Ron quickly emit a soft moan. Both teens blushed, and the two adults felt their selves become more aroused then they had been before from watching the two.
“Actually we had a proposal.” Sirius said, with a lustful smirk.
“Really?” Ron asked.
Harry blushed. He thought he understood what that smirk of Sirius’ meant.
“Yes, but why don’t you two finish first; and…” Sirius smirked again. “You don’t mind so much if we stay to watch the rest, right?”
Harry eyed Ron, who looked right back at him. They held a silent conversation with their eyes, conveying that, no, they didn’t really mind. After all, the thought of being watched while they demonstrated their love was a very big turn on, that would add fuel to their already growing passion.
Ron smirked, leaning down to whisper something in Harry’s ear. Harry’s eyes went wide, but he grinned. ‘If you don’t mind, then I don’t.’ Harry mouthed.
“You may watch,” Ron said, turning to Remus and Sirius, “and Harry and I’ve already got a grasp of what you want to ask. The idea is tantalizing.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow, “oh?”
“Yeah. We don’t mind; in fact, we think it will be really fun.” Ron leaned down, kissing Harry fully on the lips. The thought of the four of them doing things together didn’t make Ron jealous. He agreed to it and it really made him hot.
Still kissing Harry, Ron slowly started to move again, making Harry moan into his mouth.
Sirius felt his skin grow hot and his previous spent penis started to come alive again.
Remus noticed this, moving his hands over his clothed member, lighting adding pressure.
Out of the corner of their eyes, Ron and Harry noticed this, as they both cried in passion. They grinned at each other. “Cock?” Ron moaned, barely coherent to Harry, but Harry understood nonetheless.
“Mm, yeah…” Harry gasped, bucking hard against Ron.
“Oi. Sirius.”
Sirius looked up, panting as Remus added more pressure to his clothed member.
“Mm?” He asked.
“If it’s all right with Remus, Harry would love to know what it feels like to get you off.”
Sirius choked, eyes darting to Remus’ face. Remus grinned, nodding and giving the man a push.
“And Remus…” Ron groaned loudly as Harry clenched his butt cheeks. “Harry’s would probably enjoy your experienced lips to take care of his little problem. Course I could just fist him, but Harry does enjoy oral.” Ron grinned at Harry, who was now looking at him with a very red face.
Remus gave an almost feral growl like moan when he felt Sirius’ hand quickly grab his balls through his trousers. “Go for it.” Sirius encouraged, as he dropped his trousers and his boxers.
Sirius walked over to the bed, crawling over to Harry’s face. Harry looked up at him and smiled a somewhat shy smile. He licked his lips, watching as Sirius slowly got on his knees, placing his decent sized member above his face, his ass right in Ron’s face.
Ron blushed; wanting to reach out to touch the smooth, white, round firm; he flashed across many other naughty things he’d like to do to Sirius’ backside.
“Slowly,” Sirius said, bringing Ron out of his fantasies. He looked around Sirius’ behind, eyes going wide, as he watched Harry start to take in Sirius’ erection. It was much bigger then Harry was used to and made him gag as he tried to do what he was used to doing with Ron.
Harry nodded, pulling away from Sirius. He suckled on his head, making Sirius moan loudly.
Remus felt himself growing even more as he watched his lover screwing Harry’s face. It was something out of the dirtiest gay novel. So hot.
He shook his head, disposing of his pants and boxers just for the heck of it. His erection was begging to be set free. The werewolf crawled onto the bed, going straight to Harry’s erection. He wasted no time in taking it fully into his mouth. This made Harry gasped loudly and in turn Sirius gasped even louder when vibrations shot through his cock.
Ron moaned, remembering his place; he slowly started to move into Harry again, careful of Remus’ head that was in Harry’s lap.
“Harry…” Ron walked into his dorm room, looking around for his boyfriend. He hadn’t seen him all day and missed him sorely. He was dying to engulf him in his arms.
He sighed, finding that the room was empty. Harry wasn’t in sight, nor was Neville, Seamus or Dean.
Sighing again, Ron fell onto his four poster bed.
Knock Knock
“Is everyone decent?” A female voice could be heard asking outside the dorm door. “Can I come in?”
Ron set up, recognizing Hermione’s voice, “no, I’m wanking off; go away.” Ron then pushed his head into his pillow.
“I’m coming in anyway, so you’d better put your willy away.” Hermione said, rolling her eyes as she entered the dorm room. Wanking off, honestly.
Ron sighed into his pillow. “What do you want, Herm?”
“Harry was asking about you…”
At the mention of Harry’s name, Ron bolted up, trying not to look too excited. “Really?”
“Mm-mm, he told me to tell you he’s in the library… say Ron…” Hermione got a strange glint in her eyes. “Do you think it would be okay for me and Neville to watch you two one of these days?”
Ron blinked. He didn’t understand what she meant. “Beg pardon? I don’t follow.”
“When you have sex.” Hermione said, as if she was talking about the weather.
“Whaa… what are you talking about!? Why would you say something like that…? Sex!” Ron’s face turned red and he looked awful scared as he looked at Hermione.
“Tut. Ron, we all know.” Hermione said. “Me, Neville, Seamus, Dean… even Luna and Ginny. We know.”
Ron sputtered, “h-how?”
“Easy; we’re your friends and we could just tell. You don’t know it but there are little things you do that just scream “couple”” Hermione smiled. “We’re all fine with it.”
“Oh….” Ron’s eyes went wide, remembering Hermione’s question, “wait! You asked if you and Neville could watch us have sex!?”
Ron was used to Remus and Sirius watching him and Harry have sex, heck they’d all done each other numerous times. He was comfortable with them, but Hermione and Neville!
Hermione giggled, “Oh, yeah, I did ask that.”
Ron blinked, cheeks becoming rosy. “Really?”
Hermione nodded, “I’ve always wondered… and I have to admit I’m a little bit of a slash fan.” Hermione flushed.
“Hermione! You, a slash fan… wait, what’s a slash fan?”
“It’s a word muggles use for homosexual pairings…”
“You like guys getting it on?” Ron’s eyes went wide.
“Well so do you,” Hermione countered.
“Yeah, but I’m gay.”
“It’s very sexy…” Hermione muttered. “I just want to see what it’s like first hand… and not just reading about it.”
“And what about Neville?” Ron asked.
“Oh… well, this is a secret! Neville has a bit of a crush on the two of you… and I’m sure he’d enjoy watching and all…”
Ron grinned. Neville! Of all people, Neville had a thing for him and Harry!
“Well, let me talk to Harry…” Ron smirked. “Maybe I can talk him into a threesome.” It might be fun with Neville. They could take him under their wing and… Ron licked his lips, thinking of all kinds of things he and Harry could teach the boy.
“Uh uh, I won’t have sex!” Hermione shook her head.
Ron laughed. “Not with you; I’m gay. I meant with Neville. He is pretty cute.”
Hermione gave a sheepish grin, “oh, yeah, right.”
“Mm, Harry…” Ron moaned, pulling away from his lover. Harry pouted, letting out a whimper at the loss of Ron’s lips.
Ron smirked, leaning up to lightly kiss Harry again; Harry sighed into the kiss, trying to pull Ron back to him, but just as he did that Ron pulled away again.
“We need to talk,” Ron said, looking around the room of requirement. Right now the room looked exactly like Harry’s room at Grimmauld Place.
“Hmm?” Harry leaned up, kissing Ron’s neck, “we do?” he asked, in-between kisses.
“Yes… oh!” Ron tilted his head back, arching his back. Harry grinned, against Ron’s skin, kissing down his collarbone, to his now bare and exposed chest. Ron blinked, looking down. “Hey… where’d my shirt go?” He asked, confused.
Harry snickered, flicking his wand behind his back; Ron’s trousers disappeared. Ron didn’t notice right away, until he felt a hot hand moving up his boxers.
“Ah! H-Harry stop. Oh, I really need to talk to you… stop magicing away my clothes.”
Harry pouted, pulling his hand out of Ron’s boxers. He set back on the bed. “Okay, I’m listening.”
“We’ve been found out,” Ron started quietly, reaching out to caress Harry’s soft cheek.
Harry leaned into the touch, his eyes going wide with worry. “We have?”
“Yes… wait, don’t panic.” Ron pulled Harry to his chest, hugging him tight. “Its okay.” he said, feeling Harry shake in his arms.
“H-how can I not panic… this is… this isn’t good.” Harry squeezed his eyes shut.
Ron smiled softly, nuzzling Harry’s ear, “its fine. It’s Hermione and the others.” Ron told Harry who all knew, giving him feather light kisses.
Harry pulled away from Ron, his eyes wide, “they know?”
Ron nodded, “yep, and they are fine with it. At least that’s what Hermione told me.” Ron smiled. “Now we don’t have to hide in front of them like we were always forced to.”
Harry smiled, looking down, “that’s nice.”
Nodding again, Ron smashed his lips against Harry’s, kissing him passionately. They pulled away, both gasping.
“How do you feel about… well, Hermione asked me if she and Neville could watch us sometime?” Ron grinned at the shocked look on Harry’s face.
“Hermione and… Neville!”
Ron chuckled, “yeah, seems cute, innocent Neville has crush on us.”
“Us?”
Ron nodded. “Yeah, and Hermione likes guys getting it on.”
“Really?” Harry snickered, his face turning red.
“Yeah. So, do you mind and… well, you know Neville…” Ron started carefully.
Harry got the gist of what Ron was trying to say. “I don’t mind…” He looked up, a smirk coming to his lips. “We could have a lot of fun with him, eh?”
“Yeah, of course that’s only if he wants to. I bet he’s still a virgin.”
“Mm, yeah.” Harry moved his hand back up Ron’s boxers. “So, care to continue where we left off?”
Ron moaned, as his penis was grasped in Harry’s hand. “Ah! Oh, yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”