Oh what the hell, says Ron
Jun. 19th, 2003 01:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarusA soft slide of skin on skin, the sheets shifting, whispering with a sensual voice of their own. There's a low squeak, the one that only came from Harry's bed, when he sat up too fast. But this time instead of the last gasp of a smothered nightmare, the protest of old springs is followed by a low shuddering breath. Harry only grunts a little, and the sound is stifled by a long, slow, wet sultry smack. Followed by another grunt, one that isn't from Harry. A lower voice, a hitch of breath.
Maybe he had dropped his teddy, or maybe there was a louder sound earlier that he didn't recall, but Neville found himself blinking and looking about blearily.
The sheets rustle again, and the sound of the grind of the bed is too loud, too heavy for just one person. And that rhythmic panting is not Harry.
The room felt suddenly hot to Neville, as his mind came awake and he recognized those sounds. He eyes shifted in uncomprehending darkness as he wondered what to do. He should tell them he's awake, he doesn't want to hear this, but he knows - god, wow, wouldn't that be embarrassing? If someone knew, and not only knew, but caught them at... it. Neville wouldn't embarrass anyone, he knew that feeling all too well. And he didn't want Harry looking at him funny tomorrow, avoiding him. Maybe even mad at him. He didn't know why exactly Harry would be mad, but everyone was always mad at him so he was ready for it.
So Neville stirred deliberately, as if just waking up. Yawned.
There was another squeak, a "shh!" and a low chuckle. And more smacks.
Oh shit, that hadn't worked.
At least the rocking grind had stopped. Neville sighed and stared up at his canopy. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the half-light, and the folds above made vague shadows of grey on dark grey. He looked around the room, flushed and (if he would admit it) titilated by just what his roommates were doing.
The slow rise and fall of Dean and Seamus' blankets told Neville what he needed to know on their account. He looked over at Ron's bed, but of course, the blankets were squashed to the foot of the bed, the pillow dented with the memory of the red head that had been there just hours before. Well, he sure hadn't gone far.
There was a sudden high-pitched gasp and a squeak from Harry, and what sounded like a laughing - purr? They were playing cat and mouse between the sheets.
Neville cringed in humiliation. His cock of course had it's own twitching response, which only made matters worse.
Then there was a whisper, a slight breathless laugh: "We really ought not to be doing this here -" silenced by another wet sound, slow slurping, and he ended with a moan.
Harry's right! Neville thought as loudly as he could, not here! Not here!
Instead of an answer (or a blessed halt) Ron's voice whispered: "Lumos. Hang on, I can't see to undo -"
Oh no. Neville didn't want to hear the end of that sentence. Fortunately Ron didn't finish it. The red curtains around Harry's bed glowed now, a private bubble of light revealed shadows. You could tell it was Harry from the wild streaks and spikes the shadows made of his hair. Ron was a softer, round blur, moving.
"Got it." Ron said hoarsely. He was suddenly more real to Neville now, for having been seen in just this position. His shadow danced and made crazy motions, then stretched and lay flat with Harry's. "Nox." He sighed.
There were several sudden sharp rustles, yanks at the sheets, and Neville could hear what sounded like Harry turning over.
Neville closed his eyes in disbelief. And heard a cough from Dean's bed. He glanced over. There a slight sparkle of eyes, and the sheets were no longer doing that steady rise and fall. A quick glance at Seamus showed he was still asleep.
Gratefully, Neville made a helpless gesture at Dean, hands wide. He could just barely see the white of Dean's eyes roll. He was so relieved that he wasn't alone with this, and that Dean was staying silent, too. Neville rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
He and Dean would talk tomorrow.
Neville smothered a helpless giggle at a loud moan from Harry's bed.
Couldn't Ron be quiet about anything?
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Date: 2003-06-19 02:00 pm (UTC)Favorite part:
Then there was a whisper, a slight breathless laugh: "We really ought not to be doing this here -" silenced by another wet sounds, slow slurping, and he ended with a moan.
Harry's right! Neville thought, as loud as he could, not here! Not here!
Instead of an answer (or a blessed halt) Ron's voice whispered: "Lumos. Hang on, I can't see to undo -"
Oh no. Neville didn't want to hear the end of that sentence. Fortunately Ron didn't finish it. The red curtains around Harry's bed glowed now, a private bubble of light revealed shadows. You could tell it was Harry from the wild streaks and spikes the shadows made of his hair. Ron was a softer, round blur, moving.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
This was good. It totally made my day. I was bored to tears and no good H/R or R/D fics ANYWHERE!
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Date: 2003-06-19 02:24 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, I was in Neville's position. And speaking from that experience, it's very much what people actually do in this situation...or at least what I do.
Still, nice work.
Wow.
Date: 2003-06-19 02:27 pm (UTC)Re: Wow.
Date: 2003-06-19 02:30 pm (UTC)*cringe*
~Ick
You are naughty ...
Date: 2003-06-19 03:10 pm (UTC)//Neville smothered a helpless giggle at the loud moan from Harry's bed. Couldn't Ron be quiet about anything?//
A very nice little illustration of Ron *and* Neville.
Thanks for sharing!
(And I have to confess - I spent hours babysitting a photocopier today, so what else was I supposed to do while I waited but ... write a couple of new Harry/Ron scenes?)
Mad Martha
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Date: 2003-06-19 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-19 07:58 pm (UTC)I loved this! Poor Neville, simultaneously embarrassed and aroused (well, he's a teenaged male, he has hormones!) and Ron's stubborness in the face of Harry's common sense. The imagery in this was very hot, but also very very REAL. *drools on keyboard*
I love it!
Jen / Quoth the Raven
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Date: 2003-06-19 08:52 pm (UTC)I was inspired. And desperate for HP, and I anxiously await my copy of OotP. My boyfriend
Hmmph. *grins - I'm going to give him 'Primer to the Dark Arts.' Then 'A Wizard Song.' Muh.*
~Icarus
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Date: 2003-06-19 08:55 pm (UTC)~Icarus
Re: You are naughty ...
Date: 2003-06-19 08:57 pm (UTC)Oh yeah. You say you don't do sex well. Okay. I'll write one for you. Where do you want in it the timeline? (This offer expires at midnight tonight.)
~Icarus
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Date: 2003-06-19 09:08 pm (UTC)I've volunteered to write some one-off sex-scenes for 'Circles of Power' if Mad Martha wants to play in the sandbox tonight. I know I won't feel like it if I don't do it this evening, and Saturday (hopefully) I'll be immersed in OotP.
Oh. God. I hate being a fan. This is painful. It's like being in love.
~Icarus
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Date: 2003-06-19 09:10 pm (UTC)This is inspired by Anna's Moving Pictures, and is a one-off scene from 'Primer to the Dark Arts.' How the guys learned of Harry/Ron.
Heh. Heh. Now to write some Percy sex, unless I hear from Martha.
~Icarus
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Date: 2003-06-19 11:55 pm (UTC)Re: You are naughty ...
Date: 2003-06-20 03:25 pm (UTC)Yes, it was more from "Circles of Power", in a manner of speaking. Sort of ... earlier in the timeline. We'll see where it goes, but I had another of those frustrating moments where I got them into the bathtub together only for them to have another deep and meaningful conversation instead of kinky bubblebath sex.
I have a sexually-repressed muse! There must be a cure for that.
In the meantime I have a 12.01am appointment with this book I've been waiting months for *grin*
Mad Martha
Re: You are naughty ...
Date: 2003-06-20 03:57 pm (UTC)The trick is your muse starts to have to pay attention to sight, smell, the other senses. Then one thing leads to another... purrrrr.
~Icarus
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Date: 2003-07-15 07:10 pm (UTC)Luff it
Date: 2003-07-19 01:35 pm (UTC)Keep it up, mmki?
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Date: 2003-10-26 10:13 pm (UTC)Icarus-the-curious
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Date: 2003-10-26 10:15 pm (UTC)eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Date: 2003-12-17 05:29 pm (UTC)*dies*
And you KNOW Ron would be an enthusiastic and kinda mindblown lover, y'know? Poor bewitched, bewildered and bothered Neville...
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Date: 2004-01-06 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-06 09:28 pm (UTC)I can just see the breakfast the next day, the quick hush as Harry and Ron come downstairs a little late, acting like nothing's different. All the boys have their eyes on their food suddenly. *throat clears*
Actually, this is sort of a one-off scene from Primer to the Dark Arts, and there is a scene later on in that fic that tells a little of this story. ;)
Icarus
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Date: 2004-02-17 06:18 pm (UTC)I think I need to friend you.
*runs off to do aforementioned task*
Love from Avon
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Date: 2004-02-17 07:34 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-04-16 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-16 01:12 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-06-17 01:14 am (UTC)Couldn't Ron be quiet about anything?
...until that line, I was sort of wondering what the point was of this... enjoying it thoroughly!!, but kind of wondering...
Ok. this is good. *laugh* I liked this one.
Res
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Date: 2004-06-17 09:22 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-07-22 08:11 pm (UTC)Unfair, I tell you.
::fanning self::
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:27 pm (UTC)Holy Buckets of love Batman!!!
Date: 2006-10-07 04:18 pm (UTC)Re: Holy Buckets of love Batman!!!
Date: 2006-10-07 09:08 pm (UTC)Icarus
adorable
Date: 2007-08-25 05:33 am (UTC)~K
Re: adorable
Date: 2007-08-25 05:52 am (UTC)Icarus