Title - Look At Me!

Author - Lena

Pairing - Ron/Harry

Rating - NC-17

Warning - None

Genre - PWP

Spoilers - Can't think of any.

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

Feedback - [email protected]

Summary - Ron wants Harry to think of him as more than a friend.

Acknowledgments - Thank you, as always, to Lorien_Eve.

Look at me!

He doesn't pay attention. I could walk naked down the corridor and he still wouldn't notice me.

Well, okay, he does, I mean he's my best friend and all, but not the way *I* want him to!

I'm totally frustrated. Damnit. At this point even that bloody Malfoy looks good.

That's a revolting thought. I have got to stop thinking with my dick. It's Harry I want. Now!

Some days I just want to throw myself on top of him and take him, until they have to get the hose and spray me down. Although, come to think of it, that doesn't sound all that bad...

Look at me! Look at *me*!

Don't just laugh at my sarcastic jokes. Don't just do homework with me. Don't look at me like I am just your best friend!

I don't want to be *just* your best friend! I want you to love me. Please?

How could I ever say it? Uh, Harry...would you fuck me? Oh, I guess that's a little brash...and a little blunt...and a little embarrassing...

How about...Harry, I've loved you since the moment we first shared sweets on the Hogwarts train.

The train...every time I think of the train...I think of things we could do on the train.

Homework...every time I think of homework...I think of things we could do on the table.

Chess...every time I think of chess...I think of the things we could do with the pawns.

Every time I think of anything...I think of fucking Harry.

I can't even concentrate on anything anymore, but *him*.

I think of him and what I would do to him ALL THE TIME! *Stop it!*

Look at me!

He's standing next to me in those beautiful Qudditch robes. He's leaning on me with his hand on my shoulder. He's talking to me. Huh, what?

Oh, he just asked me something. What was that? Would I fuck you? Sure! I mean, I've never considered it before, but why not?

Oh my God! We are walking up the stairs. We are walking into the dorm. He's pushing me on the bed. He's taking off his robes. His ripping my robes off me!

I'm laying there like a fool. A dumbstruck fool.

He's looking at me and pulling at my pants. I finally pull out of my stupidity.

We are tearing at each other's clothes. My God, there are too many clothes.

We're finally naked and I have lost my mind. I know I am rubbing my hands all over his body and his warm hands are down around my cock.

We are rolling around the bed and we don't even care who will walk in or who will hear.

All the thinking that I've been doing for years is gone. I can't think anymore. My brain has stopped.

My body is melting. It is so hot in this room. I can't stand it.

Harry? Harry? HARRY! I going into convulsions. I can't stop.

My body is doing whatever the hell it wants. It won't listen!! Of course it won't, because my brain has *stopped*.

Harry is under me, and I explode without meaning to. I just do. Little red fireworks are flying in front of my eyes. Am I going blind?

God, I'm such a prat. I can't even control myself for a minute. But it seems Harry can't control himself either, because he is moving in a frenzy under me.

My body finally stops, and oh boy, the brain is thinking again. I can't catch my breath. I think I will just stop breathing and die right here, on top of Harry.

Huh, what? Oh, Harry is saying something to me again? What?

Oh, you're welcome!