Title - Can’t Get Enough

Author - Lena

Pairing - Harry/Ron

Rating - NC-17

Genre - PWP, nothing but smut and graphic sex

Spoilers - None

Disclaimers - I don't own Harry or Ron or anything in the HP world. JKR does (and Warner Bros, et al). Feedback - [email protected]

Acknowledgments - Thank you, as always, to Lorien_Eve, not just for being my beta, but for being my friend.

Part One

"Harry, look! Dad's car!" Harry and Ron were sneaking around the Forbidden Forest looking for some clues to help Hagrid when they saw Ron's father's old Ford Anglia.

The car had become a forest creature. It was still almost friendly to Ron, because it recognized him as a Weasley, but it had long since become wild. It scavenged the forest now, appearing every now and again whenever Ron and Harry needed it.

It was cold and although they had worn jackets and had Harry's invisibility cloak, they were shivering. The car started toward them and flashed its headlights. Harry shivered in the brisk late night air. He could feel little drops of rain starting to fall.

Ron said, "Maybe we should take cover for awhile in the car?"

The car revved its engine and moved closer to Ron and Harry. It opened its car doors and flashed its lights again. Harry said, "Yeah, I don't think it will mind."

The two boys ran for the car, dodging raindrops. Harry jumped in the passenger front seat and Ron in the driver's seat. They needn't close the doors. As soon as they were in the car, the Ford slammed the doors behind them.

They sat there for a while, watching the rain patter on the windshield. It still was cold inside, because various windows had been damaged from the fight with the Whomping Willow. But at least they were out of the worst of the rain. Harry shivered again.

Ron looked at him and asked, "You alright, there, Harry?"

Harry's shook his head yes, but couldn't say anything, because his teeth started to chatter. Ron was cold, but obviously not as cold as Harry. He grabbed the invisibility cloak and wrapped it around Harry.

Harry noticed that rain was falling on Ron through the shattered window on his side. "Here, you should take some of this. You're getting rained on." Harry said, pushing the cloak towards him.

Ron shrugged, "I'm okay."

Harry frowned. "No, you're not. Look, why don't we just get in the back seat. I'll put the cloak over the hole in the back window."

Ron said, 'No, Harry! You're cold."

Harry said, "So are you. It'll be better back there."

Ron didn't say anything. To be in the backseat of a car with Harry made him a little uncomfortable. It made him think all sorts of thoughts.

Harry squished himself over the gear shift, through the middle of the front car seats, into the back seat. Ron knew with his long legs, there was no way, so he opened the car door. He quickly pulled the front seat forward so he could squeeze himself into the back seat. The Ford slammed the door closed for him.

Harry pushed the cloak against the broken rear window and the rain stopped pelting in. He rubbed his hands together to try and get warm. Then, much to Ron's surprise, Harry moved so that he was sitting right next to him. Ron slowly moved his arm up and over, around Harry's shoulder, laying it gently on him.

Harry moved his head to lean it on Ron's shoulder. Ron's body was ridged. Harry said softly, "We have to stay warm."

Ron muttered something incoherent.

Harry said, "Relax, Ron. You know you want to."

Ron squeaked out, "Huh?"

Harry chuckled. "Ron, it's okay.

Ron whispered out, “I thought I was doing a good job of keeping it hidden.”

Harry laughed again. “No. I see the way you look at me, when you think I’m not looking. It’s okay, mate.” Harry reached his hand up and touched Ron’s chin. Ron had been staring out into space. He looked down at Harry’s sweet face and breathed out in relief.

Ron whispered, “Thanks, Harry.”

Harry moved up to reach Ron’s lips. Ron moved down a little. Their lips touched and seemed to spark. They backed away from each other and stared. Ron said, “Whoa.”

Harry said, “Yeah...”

Ron reached down again and pressed his lips against Harry’s. This is what he had been wanting for a long time. Harry’s lips were soft and warm. They were one of the few places on his body that was warm.

Ron pinched Harry’s bottom lip between his own. Harry’s tongue poked out and touched Ron’s upper lip. It sent a shiver up Ron’s spine and he kissed him more forcefully.

They started to lean slowly, into the vinyl of the backseat, until finally Ron was laying on top of Harry. Only their legs were still curved, their feet resting on the floorboard, unable to really stretch out.

Then Ron went into a frenzy. He wanted Harry so bad. He yanked at Harry’s t-shirt. He fumbled at the waistband of his jeans. He pulled at the arms of Harry’s jacket. He began moving in a pushing motion against Harry’s groin. His hands were moving at a rapid pace. Moving around Harry’s body, touching. He pressed his lips hard against Harry’s skin.

Harry was trying to keep up, but said, “Hang on, Ron.”

Ron wasn’t listening, but his frenzied movements weren’t helping make things happen. He didn’t really know what he was doing or how to go about it, but he just knew he wanted Harry. Harry was able to grab one of Ron’s wrists and said loudly, “Ron! Wait!”

Ron stopped for a moment and said, “Huh? Why?”

Harry said softly, “Because you’re heavy and here, let me take off your clothes instead.”

Ron audibly breathed out. He sat up off of Harry. Harry first took off his own jacket and t-shirt. Then he reached for Ron’s jacket and pulled it off. He threw the clothes in the front seat, then reached for the hem of Ron’s t-shirt. Ron could feel the light fingers on the skin of his stomach and it made him gasp for breath.

Ron lifted his arms so Harry could pull the shirt off. Then Harry said, “Lean back.”

Ron leaned his head against the side of the car. It wasn’t too comfortable and he moved his head awkwardly. Harry grabbed his jacket from the front seat and leaned into Ron as he placed it behind his head. Harry whispered in Ron’s ear, “That better?” Then he moved away.

Ron mumbled, “Uh, huh...”

Harry placed himself between Ron’s legs. Ron couldn’t stretch them out, so kept them bent.

Harry unbuttoned and unzipped Ron’s jeans and started to pull them down over his hips, when Ron sucked in his breath.

Harry stopped. “What’s wrong?”

Ron’s erection was so uncomfortable that it hurt. Ron whispered, “Nothing, it’s okay.”

Harry continued pulling his jeans down, until he was able to get them off from around Ron’s runners. Harry pulled off Ron’s runners and dumped his things on the floorboard, then moved his hands up Ron’s legs to his hips.

Ron moaned loudly, “Harry...”

Harry whispered, “Shush.” Harry brushed his hand against Ron’s erection.

Ron yelled, “You’re teasing me!”

Harry laughed, then reached down and took Ron’s cock in his hand and placed his lips around the tip. He licked with a nimble tongue around the sides and back up to the tip. He placed one of his hands on one of Ron’s balls and squeezed gently. Any touch was making Ron heat up and he vacillated between not being able to breath at all to breathing rather hysterically.

He grabbed the back of Harry’s hair and pushed down a little, just enough to make his head move further down his cock. Harry took the hint and began sucking vigorously. Moving his mouth up and down, faster and faster, until Ron leaned his head back and yelled. It didn’t take long for Ron to come, as he had been wanting for this for a long time.

At that moment, the car revved its engine and flashed its lights. It started to creep forward. Neither boy paid attention to the car’s movements. Harry rested his head, exhausted, on Ron’s thigh. Ron, leaned his head back and panted but kept his hand on the back of Harry’s head, now stroking softly.

It was Harry who noticed the car was moving. He popped his head up and looked out the front windshield. It had taken them to the clearing near Hagrid’s hut! The rain had stopped. Thankfully, it was still very dark.

Harry said, “Ron!”

Ron was still panting and had his eyes closed in some sort of ecstasy. Harry yelled, “Ron!”

Ron popped his eyes open and said, “Huh?”

“The car! The car moved!” Harry pulled himself up all the way. Ron looked around and saw that the car had indeed moved.

Ron said, “Well, at least it’s still dark.”

Then the car opened its doors, and out flew all of the clothing that had been in the front seat. The seats moved out of the way, and out flew the clothing that had been on the floorboards and in the backseat. Then Harry and Ron looked at each other for one brief second before they, too, were flung out the doors.

Ron laid on the wet grass on his back, looking up at the twinkling stars. He didn’t care that he was laying in the clearing with his arse hanging out. He was happy. Harry found all the clothes and ran over to him.

After a bit of prodding and the promise to continue their fun up in the dorm, Harry finally got Ron up and in his clothes.

As they walked under the cloak, to sneak back to Gryffindor Tower, Ron said, “Warm now, Harry?”

Harry said, “Oh, yes.”

Part Two

Harry and Ron kept the cloak over them until they reached the dorm. They pulled it off and looked at each other. Since Harry's bed was farthest from the others, they walked over to it. Ron looked around at the other boys' beds and saw all of their curtains were closed. They looked at each other again and Harry grinned at Ron.

They swiftly stripped off their clothes, pulling their shoes off and discarding everything on the floor by Harry's bed. Ron flopped down on the bed, face up, and Harry followed by laying beside him, curling one leg over on one of Ron's. Harry hesitated, then said, "Hang on."

Ron looked at him, wondering why he was waiting. Harry reached back and pulled his invisibility cloak up over the two of them, then pulled the curtains shut behind him. Ron breathed out in eagerness. He could see Harry's head, but not Harry's body, nor his own body, but he could feel them.

He pulled Harry close and kissed him fully on the lips. Harry's tongue poked out again and pushed its way into Ron's mouth. Ron could feel Harry's tongue move inside, touching his own tongue and the roof of his mouth. Harry's tongue skimmed the inside of Ron’s mouth and moved back and forth from one side to the other, seemingly tasting all he could.

Harry pulled back, much to Ron's dismay. Ron's mouth tried to follow Harry's, gasping and gaping, open-mouthed. Harry began instead to kiss across Ron's cheek, to his ear, stopping to nibble on the lobe.

Harry continued down Ron's jaw line, then lightly pressed his lips down his throat to his neck. Ron was moaning, and held onto Harry's shoulders as he continued. Harry stopped at Ron's neck and bit softly. Ron took a sharp breath inward.

Harry trailed down to Ron's collarbone where he bit again and then ran his tongue across the bone. He lifted himself up a little to move the cloak over his head where he could continue his descent down Ron's body.

Ron whimpered at the erotic sight of not being able to see what Harry was doing to him, but he could feel it. He kept his hand to his sides under the cloak and let Harry do whatever he wanted.

He felt Harry's lips on his chest, tugging at his nipples. He felt Harry's lips press into his stomach and felt Harry's hands caressing down the sides of his body.

Ron was so hard now and he wanted to touch himself to alleviate the pain, but he wanted Harry to do it. So he forced himself to lay as still as he possibly could.

Ron felt Harry’s tongue swirl around in his belly button and felt Harry’s hands finally grip his cock. Ron moaned and briefly opened his eyes and look down. All he could see was a dip in the bed, where he figured his and Harry’s bodies were.

Ron was already wet, and the anticipation of what could happen next and the fact that he couldn’t see it, was making him heat up so much, he was starting to sweat and his skin was filled with goose bumps and he whimpered out loud.

Ron felt Harry move his hand up and down his cock, the small amounts of liquid were oozing out, making it easier for Harry to stroke quickly. Ron felt a hand move up underneath his balls and Harry squeezed them softly before letting go and moving his hand to Ron’s arse. Ron instinctively thrust his hips upward and Harry moved his hand up in between Ron’s cheeks. Ron could feel a finger being pressed near the opening and he shivered. Harry pushed his finger inside, and moved both his hand on Ron’s cock, and his finger inside, to the same rhythm.

Ron finally moved his hands from underneath the cloak and raised them to his face. He pressed his palms up against his eyes. He was hot and sweaty and his nerves were ready to explode. Then he stopped breathing. He stopped moving. He stopped thinking. Then his body started moving so fast and he couldn’t stop it. He had lost total control.

Harry had pressed his finger in some place in his body that made him shake and quiver. He couldn’t stop shaking, so he leaned his head back and let out a loud, long scream.

Harry stopped moving as he heard rustles from the other curtains, the other bed covers, the other boys in the room, shuffling around. He moved his hands from Ron’s body, which didn’t help stop the moaning and groaning that was now occurring. Ron’s body was a wet, shaky mess, when Harry quickly pulled the cloak off of himself and placed it on Ron, covering him completely.

Harry had time to pull a part of a bedcover over himself, before Neville said, “Harry, you okay?”

Harry said in a shaky voice, “Yeah, just a nightmare, sorry.”

Neville said, “Okay. Are you sure?”

Harry said, “Yeah, really, I’m okay now, honestly. You can go back to bed.”

Neville said, “Okay, but if you need something, you can wake me up or Ron. He wouldn’t mind.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but said as sweetly as possible, “Thanks, Neville.”

He could hear Neville padding away to his own bed. Harry pulled the cloak off of Ron’s face and he was still whimpering. Harry pressed his lips to Ron’s ear and whispered, “Shhhh, Ron. It’s okay.”

Harry wrapped himself around Ron’s body, hooking his leg onto his and draped his arm over Ron’s shoulder. He kept whispering, “Shhhh...Shhhh...” Ron finally stopped shaking and he began to breath normally again. He finally opened his eyes and turned to look at Harry.

“Thanks for that, Harry.” Ron's eyes were shining, from happiness, from love, a bunch of things.

Harry looked back at him, then leaned his face into his shoulder. “You're welcome, Ron.”

Part Three

Over the last week, ever since Harry had cuddled up to Ron in the car, they could hardly keep their hands off each other. They would duck into the boys loo between class breaks to grope each other; they would brush their hands against each other's thighs at meals; and at night, they would crawl into each other's beds. Ron had gained a little more control and learned to be a little quieter, so he wouldn't wake the other boys, but somehow, Harry felt like the other boys knew something was going on.

They were in the dorm loo, getting ready for bed, though at this point Harry wondered why they bothered putting on pajamas anymore, when they stared at each other in the mirror. Ron was putting on his pajama shirt and Harry had his toothbrush in his mouth. Ron glided over and stood behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his chest. Ron rubbed the front of Harry's shirt, then pulled it up, so he could touch him.

Harry spit out the toothpaste and gulped a drink of water to rinse his mouth. He started to turn around to face Ron, but Ron stopped him. He whispered, "No, Harry...let's watch."

Harry’s spine shivered at the thought of having sex with Ron while they looked in the mirror. Ron bent over Harry and nuzzled his face in the back of his neck. He placed kisses along Harry's neck and brushed his cheek up against his hair.

Ron stopped for just a moment to remove Harry's shirt and pulled off his own. He kissed down to the top of Harry's shoulder and kept moving his lips down into his shoulder blade. He gently nipped at the skin on Harry's back. Harry sucked in a breath.

He continued watching in the mirror, seeing Ron nibble down his back. Harry turned a little so that he could see Ron a little better. Ron had his ever growing erection pressed into Harry's lower back.

Ron looked up for a moment and met Harry's eyes in the mirror. He removed his hands from Harry for just a moment, until he had pulled off his pajama bottoms. He turned Harry and himself a little further so that they could see the profiles of their bodies.

There was a towel rack on the wall in front of Harry and he grabbed it with both hands, as Ron gently pushed him, bending him at the waist. Ron gently touched the waistband of Harry's pajama bottoms and slowly pulled them down, touching Harry all the way over his hips and down his legs until they were off.

Ron moved back from the sink a little, as it was in the way of them being able to see the lower half of their bodies.

He moved his hands back and forth, up and down Harry's back, rubbing his fingers a little too hard into Harry's skin. Harry moaned as he felt the pressure of Ron's strong fingers pushing down into his back.

Ron bent down and pulled a tube from the pocket of his pajama shirt, that he and Harry had pinched from Seamus' nightstand drawer. Harry watched him as he put some lubricate on his fingers, and then with one hand, held Harry's right hip. Ron took the other dripping hand and placed it between Harry's arse cheeks.

Harry had a hard time keeping his head turned towards the mirror, but it was mesmerizing and he couldn't stop. He could see Ron's dick bobbing in anticipation, but Ron seemed serene and gentle. He could feel Ron's hand rub the outside of his hole, then dip his hand under and squeeze his balls. Harry moaned out loud.

Harry whispered, "Ron, please."

Ron moved his hand back up to Harry's opening and gently pushed a finger inside of him. Harry's breath came out in sharp pants. He watched as Ron moved his finger in and out, in and out. Then Ron took his finger out and replaced it with two. In and out, in and out. Harry could barely see, though he had kept his glasses on. He couldn't believe Ron was keeping so calm.

Harry's nerves were like little red sparks, shooting out uncontrollably. He shook a little. He begged breathlessly, “Please, Ron, please...”

Ron said, “Please, what?”

Harry said a little too loud. “Fuck me already!”

Ron laughed and pulled his two fingers out and replaced them with three. In and out, in and out. Harry thought he might go crazy, if Ron didn’t shove his dick inside him soon.

Harry continued watching Ron, and occasionally Ron would look at him in the mirror.

Harry said exasperatedly, “Why are you so calm?”

Ron said, “Because I want you to feel good.”

Ron moved his fingers faster. Harry grunted out, “But-I-al-ways-feel-good...oooooooo....” He couldn’t get out the whole sentence.

Ron pulled his fingers out of Harry so fast, Harry almost lost the grip on the towel rack. “Ron!”

Suddenly, he saw Ron place his cock up against Harry’s arse. He placed his hands around Harry hips and thrust himself inside. Harry groaned and watched, as Ron shoved himself back and forth. Harry could feel the full length of Ron’s thick cock press everywhere inside him.

Ron then leaned back a little and made squeaking noises of delight. “Ooooo...Ohhhhh...Ooooo...”

Harry watched as Ron came forward again and leaned on his back. He let go of one of Harry’s hips and curled his hand around and grasped Harry’s cock. Harry forced himself to watch as Ron was shoving himself in Harry’s arse, as well as stroking him. Back and forth, Harry went. Pushing back into Ron’s dick, then pushing forward into his hand.

The rhythm they created went on and on, for longer than they had ever gone before. They grunted and groaned and moved and pushed and pressed and fucked until...

*CRASH* Harry lost his grip on the towel rack when it ripped off the wall and fell to the ground. Harry would have fallen forward on to the floor if Ron hadn’t had his grip on him. Ron didn’t even notice that Harry’s arms were flailing about. He was just fucking as fast as he could. Harry could barely feel his feet on the floor.

Ron must have noticed a change in the leverage because in one motion he turned Harry towards the mirror and shoved him over the sink. Harry grabbed his own dick with both hands and stroked, getting himself off, while Ron leaned his hands on the sink counter and continued rocking back and forth into Harry.

Harry had his face pressed against the cold smooth surface of the counter, while Ron could see his own face in the mirror, in utter passion and his body moving against Harry.

Finally, with a burst of furious movement, Ron arched his back and with each last stroke, he could only make continually louder guttural noises. “Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...”

Harry finally came and his liquid sprayed all over the side of the sink. He just laid there breathing, “Ohhhhhhhh...”

“Uhhhhhhhh...” Ron followed with the very last stroke before he leaned over Harry’s back. Both boys were sweaty and exhausted. Ron just wanted to lay there on top of Harry forever, but as his erection dwindled, his cock fell out of Harry and he slowly let himself slide down Harry’s body onto the floor.

He lay there on the cold tile of the dorm loo. He was absolutely mindless. Harry turned and looked down at him. “Ron?”

Ron couldn’t say anything. He just had a silly grin on his face.

Part Four

Weeks had been going by and Hermione was livid that Harry and Ron's grades were slipping.

She shrieked at them. "You will never pass your N.E.W.T.s, if you don't study!" She had figured out all the hanky-panky that had been going on. They had thought they were being sly and secretive, but Hermione let them know, loudly, that they were so obvious it was embarrassing.

"There is nothing more important than your studies!" she shrieked again.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Of course, there were more important things than studies. Kissing. Groping. Sex. All of it. Harry didn't want to fail, but there was no way he was giving up the sex. Besides, it would be impossible to sit next to Ron and study and not want it; but if they were separated, they would just think about having sex.

They shagged so often, there were times they could barely walk. They had done it all over Gryffindor Tower, in their dorm, and in various loos. They had yet to try it in a classroom, but that was something Ron was already trying to figure out. They had done it in a variety of positions and angles. They had done it with syrup from the kitchen and anything else that came into their sex demented minds.

They had started whispered nasty things to each other in class, at meals, and down the halls. Ron would say something like, "Oh, Harry, would you blow me?" Harry would respond with, "Yeah, Ron, after you fuck me hard."

The other boys in the dorm just rolled their eyes and tried to ignore them. All the boys were in the room, however, when Ron, who had been trying to show Harry some homework, made a grab for his arse.

Seamus finally couldn’t take it anymore and screamed, “Oh for God’s sake! Just shag each other, would you? Then at least I can have some entertainment without pressing my ear up against the loo door!”

Ron and Harry looked at him like they had no idea what he was talking about.

Neville piped in, “Oh, that reminds me. When are they going to fix the towel rack?”

Dean muttered, “Why bother? Those two are just going to destroy it again, anyway.”

Ron and Harry looked at the three boys, then back at each other. Ron pulled Harry close to him and gave him a huge, wet, hard kiss on the lips. Ron put his hands on Harry’s arse, squeezing his cheeks. Now that the other boys knew what was going on, Harry and Ron didn't care anymore. They would have done it right there in front of everybody.

Seamus rolled his eyes and left the dorm. Dean followed. Neville stood there staring, not moving an inch. Dean walked in again and pulled Neville out the door with him.

Hermione said, "You know, there's a potion for it."

Harry said, "A potion for what?"

Hermione lowered her voice, "A potion to stop...doing that."

Ron lifted his hand from Harry's thigh and yelled, "What? I'm not taking a potion!"

Hermione said, "Just to get you two through N.E.W.T.s! Dean told me nobody is getting any sleep."

Ron yelled again, "Why would Dean tell you that?"

Hermione yelled back, "Because, you two are out of control! I'm telling Professor McGonagall!"

Harry quickly said, "No! Why?"

Hermione said, "Because you will never pass N.E.W.T.s if something isn't done!" She got up in a huff, picked up her books and stomped away.

Ron and Harry looked at each, shrugged, then placed their hands on the others' crotch, rubbing until they couldn't take it anymore. They got up, slowly, as they had massive erections by now. They picked up their books and walked with them in front of their crotches to the closest loo and both got into the same stall. They had gotten adept at getting themselves off in small spaces.

They each pulled down their own trousers and grabbed each others cocks and started stroking. They moved their hands up and down. Ron pulled Harry close and their cocks touched. He rubbed himself up against Harry's cock. Their hands were squished in between. They were supposed to be on the way to class, but they would be late as usual.

They removed their hands and held onto each other, rubbing and pushing, until they were panting loudly. They suddenly heard a drawl from two stalls over. "I hear all the Gryffindors are going to fail."

Harry stopped pushing, but Ron kept going. Ron said in a pant, "Jeal-ous-you're-not-get-ting-any?"

“I get plenty. I just try to be discreet.”

Ron was close to coming. So he just grunted, “Uh, Uh, Uh...” Harry noticed Malfoy wasn’t making any move to hurry up and leave.

Harry whispered, "Hang on..."

Ron said, “No, come on, Harry.”

Harry started rubbing up against Ron again and it set Ron off. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.” Ron yelled louder. “Oooooo, Harry, yeah...” Ron had Harry pressed against the wall of the cubicle and as the whole thing was not very sturdy, it shook. With every thrust, Harry banged into the wall and it would jolt. The boys didn’t notice but a bolt was working its way out of the wall.

Finally the bolt popped out and the wall came crashing down towards Harry. Ron fell backward into the other wall. It wasn’t a heavy wall, but it killed the moment. Harry said, “We gotta go to class anyway." Ron pushed the wall up and leaned it against the toilet in the next stall. They pulled up their trousers and fixed their robes. Harry opened the door and saw a flash of robe leave the loo before them.

They got to class late and when Harry sat in his seat, he looked at Malfoy. He was very pink in the face and stared at the parchment in front of him. As he groped Ron under the desk, Harry wondered if Malfoy was the opposite of Ron. If Malfoy was the quiet sort when he got himself off.

After classes, they were sent to McGonagall's office. Ron moaned about how Hermione was a busy-body and she needed Krum to shag her, then maybe she wouldn't be so worried about studying. Harry let him bitch and complain all the way to McGonagall's office.

When they arrived, Ron shut up and they walked into the opposing office and stood in front of her desk. They were silent. Then she looked up and said, "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter...I hear that you are not studying?"

Harry lied, "We are."

McGonagall peered at him over her glasses. "I have also heard that the boys lavatory near the library is in a shambles."

Ron said loudly, "A wall just fell down, that's all!"

McGonagall turned and peered at him. Ron turned a bit pale.

She continued, "I understand that boys your age have certain...feelings. We can get you through N.E.W.T.s with a potion that will make you less...active."

Ron said, "I don't want to take a potion!"

"Mr. Weasley, do you want to cause your fellow classmates to fail?"

Ron didn't say anything. Harry knew he didn't care. Harry really didn't either, but knew everyone would be on their case if they didn't take the potion.

McGonagall said, "I think it's for the best. You will take it every morning for two weeks. It will last 24 hours, then at the end of the two weeks, you may resume your...activities."

Ron started to protest, but Harry laid his hand on his thigh.

Ron finally came around, but he was still very unhappy. Ron said, "Look Harry, if we have to take that fucking potion tomorrow, I want to have sex in a classroom tonight."

Harry said, "Okay...but whose?"

Ron said, "Trelawney?

Harry said, "Ugh. No. I hate the way her classroom smells."

Ron said, "McGonagall?"

Harry said, "No. Can you imagine if we get caught?"

Ron said, "I'm not doing it in Snape's dungeon!"

Harry said, "Okay...how about Charms class?"

Ron grinned and said, "Oooo...perfect! Flitwick's got those big, long tables!"

They took the invisibility cloak up to Flitwick's classroom. It wasn't locked and they were able to walk right in.

They laid the cloak on one of the long desks and stripped quickly. Ron laid down on his back. Harry thought for a moment, grinned, then lay down opposite of Ron. Ron seemed to squeal a little at what Harry was up to. Harry moved his body over Ron's and placed his legs on either side of Ron's head.

Harry grabbed Ron's cock. He bent his legs so Harry could reach it a little better. Ron took Harry into his mouth, and holding it with one hand, he began to suck. Harry, who was less rough, swirled his tongue around Ron and then placed his mouth over the tip. Harry loved sucking Ron and making him come. It was his favorite. He tensed a little because of the sensations of his own cock being sucked and stroked.

He kept sucking and licking, from the base to the head. Swirling his tongue, then dipping down to Ron's balls and squeezing them between his lips and sucking them as well. He could feel Ron sucking like he was some sort of vacuum. He felt Ron was going to just swallow his dick right down his throat if he kept it up.

Harry made cooing noises of happiness. He made noises like he was sucking on something extremely tasty. Ron, on the other hand, didn't quite do it with as much finesse. He sucked and pulled and stroked, but it made Harry slick with cum all the same. He could hear Ron, start his whimpering noises, the first sign he was almost ready to come. He felt his cock being pulled away from Ron's mouth, but Ron continued to move his hand up and down, keeping the rhythm going. He placed his other hand on one of Harry's arse cheeks and kneaded it in the same rhythm as the stroking of his hand.

Harry knew Ron was close, so he put just the tip between his lips and moved his tongue over the top, then plunged it into the back of his throat. He brought his mouth up again and played with the tip, then plunged it back down, over and over.

All this, while Ron was stroking Harry in his hand and starting to make his excited lower-voiced noises. Harry pushed Ron's dick as far in his throat as he could and swallowed. Ron came and Harry felt the cum burst out into all parts of his mouth and he tried to swallow as much as he could.

Ron yelled out and had what little presence of mind left to grab one of Harry's balls and give them a squeeze. Harry couldn't yell with a mouthful of Ron but he bucked his hips into Ron's hand and splattered all over Ron's chest and hand. Harry pulled Ron's cock out of his mouth and lay there for a moment.

He could hear Ron whisper, "Mmmmm." He turned slightly, looking over his shoulder and saw Ron licking Harry's cum off of his own hand.

They lay there, relaxing, with Harry laying on top of Ron. With Ron's hand still on Harry's arse, he finally said, "Harry, can we do that again?"

Part Five

Seamus and Dean watched as Harry and Ron were bent feverishly over piles of books and parchments. They were pale and shaky, but they were studying. The potion hadn't made them stop loving each other, but had, as Ron put it, 'just not in the mood'.

They had been taking the potion for nearly two weeks and were nearly to the end of finishing their N.E.W.T.s.

Seamus said, "You know, it's sad. I think I almost prefer them shagging each other senseless." Dean murmured in agreement.

The day came when they finished their last test. They walked back to the dorm and went to bed, glad that in the morning they wouldn't have to take that potion anymore. It was still early, but they saw no point in staying up, when they had no studying to do and they couldn't have sex.

Harry's eyes popped open at first morning light. He knew they had still had about two hours until the potion would finally wear off. It didn't stop him from getting up and walking over to Ron's bed. He pulled the curtain open and stared at him for a while.

Then he sat on the edge of Ron's bed. He still felt nothing, but he waited. The other boys were still sleeping and it was early, so Harry knew they wouldn’t be awake for a long while, especially since no one had to be up for tests. They had all planned to pack, then leave on the Hogwarts Express the next day. Ron and Harry, though of course, planned to fuck all day and get around to the packing whenever.

Harry watched Ron as the sun came up. He started to feel funny feelings in the pit of his stomach. Those feelings then spread to his thighs and groin. He started breathing a little more heavily. His groin got very tingly and his cock started to grow with anticipation. He continued watching Ron, until he couldn't stand it anymore and realized that the potion had worn off.

Ron was laying on his back with his arms flung all over. Harry pulled the covers back and crawled on top, straddling him. He didn't bother shutting the curtains. He didn't care who saw, because he wanted to crawl inside of Ron so bad, it made him shake.

Harry took off his pajama shirt, then lifted his arse up a little to pull his bottoms off. He flung them on the floor. He began unbuttoning Ron's shirt. Ron was still sleeping away. When enough of the annoying fabric had been removed, Harry rubbed his hands against Ron's chest. Harry leaned forward and kissed Ron's cold, perky nipples. Harry's mouth warmed them up quickly and Harry could feel Ron's cock under his own, starting to grow and press up towards Harry.

Harry lifted himself up again, raising himself to his knees and pulled at Ron's waistband. He pulled them down over Ron's cock, which now seemed to have a mind of its own. It raised itself up to meet Harry's own erection. Harry only lowered Ron's pajama bottoms down to below his hips. With what Harry had in mind, he didn't need to go to the trouble of taking them completely off.

He was so turned on now. He felt edgy and shaky and wanted Ron to fuck him so bad. He wondered if the potion had made him even hornier, having to wait two weeks, but he wasn't sure that was possible. Before the potion, he and Ron had been doing so many various things, Harry couldn't believe it could be worse now.

Ron murmured in his sleep and Harry thought maybe Ron thought he was having a dream. Harry reached down and touched himself. God, he needed relief. He couldn't stand it. He thought about shaking Ron awake, but he knew he'd rather let Ron wake up pleasantly. To the sound of Harry's sex noises.

Harry's cock was leaking now and he spread the cum over his rod. He took his wet hand, bent his arm around and touched himself between his arse cheeks. He placed the tip of his finger in his hole, just to lube it a little. He didn't need much, as he was panting and wanted Ron inside him so badly.

Harry lifted himself onto his knees once again. He took a hold of Ron's cock with one hand and pulled an arse cheek off to one side, so Ron's cock could have access to him. Harry moved Ron's cock back a little and placed it at his opening and pressed down. He was very careful and slow, as to not hurt Ron. He could feel the tip of Ron's cock at the edge of the ring and pressed down a little further. Ron's cock slowly filled him and he felt utter relief.

Ron murmured out again, saying something like, "Yeah, mmmm, uffff, yeah." Harry continued lowering himself onto Ron, until he could feel his arse cheeks at the base of Ron's cock. Harry moved his hands in front of him and pressed his own cock down onto Ron's lower chest, rubbing it. He leaned his head back and whimpered, "Ohhhhhhhh." His body was filled with sparks.

At this point he just sat there in relief, waiting for Ron to wake up. Finally, he was a little tired of waiting, so he reached back until he found Ron's balls and gently squeezed one. Ron blurted out, "Oh!" and his eyes popped open.

Harry could feel Ron's cock inside him move slightly and that made Harry yell out. He started squirming around on Ron, making his cock move inside of him.

Ron stared at Harry. He whispered, "Oh. My. God. I thought I was dreaming." Ron placed his hands on Harry's hips and lifted him up slightly, then dropped him down again moving Harry slightly forward. That touched something inside Harry, and sent shockwaves through his body.

They moved very slowly; no frenzied sex like before they took the potion. Ron would lift Harry up slightly and drop him down. Sometimes, he would bring him up farther, almost half way up Ron's cock and then lower him down again. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes. It felt so good and he loved Ron. Loved what he could do to him. Loved what he could do for him.

While Ron moved him up and down, just a little faster now, Harry had grabbed his own cock and stroked it. Ron stared at him, as Harry leaned his head back and wailed out, "Oh, Ron! Oh! Oh!"

Ron whispered roughly, "Come here." Harry looked down at Ron. Ron lifted himself a little ways up and Harry dropped his head a little further down, until they touch lips and kissed each other hard. Harry could feel Ron's cock move and it pressed one of those places that made Harry whimper. Harry had a mouthful of Ron's tongue, but moaned deeply.

Harry started moving faster on top of Ron. They both were ready to come. Ron let go of Harry's mouth and started thrusting upwards. His hips moved up and down, while Harry hopped his arse up and down, as well, on Ron's cock.

Ron said, "Touch yourself again." Harry reached down to his cock again and stroked it. Between Ron thrusting up and Harry squirming on top and stroking himself, they were getting overheated and just about there.

Ron began to thrust faster and groaned out, "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah..."

Harry squirmed and stroked and yelled out, "Ron! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, please..." This last word hung in the air from Harry's outright scream. Harry felt Ron's cum spread all over his insides. Harry's own cock sprayed his fluid out onto Ron's chest, chin and cheek.

Harry fell forward onto Ron's chest. Ron wrapped his arms around Harry's body, while Harry put his hands around the back of Ron's sweaty neck, pulling at the ends of his hair.

Ron's dick slowly moved out from Harry's arse and as the tip left him, Harry shivered and whispered, "Oh..."

Harry's cock laid between them on their lower stomachs all soft and sticky. Harry closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He turned his head towards the curtains. He opened his eyes and saw all three boys, Seamus, Dean and Neville standing there, staring at them. Ron turned his head towards them as well.

Harry said, "Hello!"

All three were dumbstruck. Seamus ran into the loo and they heard the shower turn on. Dean jumped back into his bed and put the covers over his head. Neville stood there for a moment longer before he walked out of the dorm.

Ron chuckled and said, "Have a go again, Harry?"

Harry said, "Mmmmm...yes." Harry kissed him and they started again, because they just couldn't get enough.