For Mad Martha's 'Circles of Power'

[icarus]

Note: this is from a conversation I had with Mad Martha back in June. I complained that I wanted more Harry/Ron sex in 'Circles of Power' and promised I'd write some. Read her story if you want the context, though it's not too difficult to figure out from this - Harry and Ron are together. They're sharing a house with Hermione, Ginny, Dean, Neville and Seamus. Martha's story has a complex and interesting plot however.


Martha, here you go.




Special Delivery
by Icarus


Harry and Ron cringed at the dent in the wall, and Hermione scowled at them as she did a quick reparo charm. Their wands were otherwise occupied. The enormous bed hovered embarrassingly on the stairway, backed carefully away from the wall now.

"Sorry," Harry said.

"Do you really need something that huge?" Hermione asked.

"Sure!" Harry knew that devilish glint in Ron's eyes and braced himself. "It'll accomodate all sorts of --"

"Don't say it, Ron."

"-- creative positions." Harry turned beet red, which was exactly Ron's goal.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You're going to get us on The Rules list again, Ron," Harry complained. Although the quote was from Ginny, when she'd bought it for them.

"What? No sexual innuendo before breakfast?" Ron laughed, remorseless. He'd grinned from ear to ear since the moment the box materialised in their front yard. "We'll have to do away with half of Neville's t-shirts. And, by the way, the bathroom incident was your fault."

There was no arguing with that. Hermione wisely set a cushioning charm on the wall the rest of the way to their bedroom, and watched them with a hawk-like eye. Downstairs, they heard heard Seamus complain: "Oi! Hey, don't mind us! Just go ahead and leave a huge box in the livingroom!"

Harry paused in levitating the bed. "We'll be back to get that!" The bed wobbbled and Hermione, bug-eyed, threw a charm to steady it. "Thanks."

"I'll take care of the box," she said. "You just watch what you're doing."

"It's all right. Harry knows how to handle large packages."

"Ron..." Harry crimsoned.

Minutes later, however, they called Seamus upstairs to help stretch the doorway to their attic room. Dean poked his head around the corner with a comment about 'supervising', as Harry and Ron argued over where it should go.

He and Dean stared at the bed, and all it implied, with wide eyes. They found excuses to leave as soon as it was settled, leaving Harry and Ron alone. With the bed. Harry stared at it from the open doorway.

There it was. Like an announcement. Without bedclothes it looked as naked as Harry felt.

Ron pounced on it, and lay back with his arms folded behind his head. He gave Harry a lazy smile. "So. What do you think?"

"That if the Daily Prophet got into my - our - bedroom, it would be a free for all."

Ron rolled his butt towards Harry. "I hope they get my best side." Harry snorted. That was not Ron's best side in his opinion. "Can't let them run your life, Harry."

Harry shook his head. "I don't."

Ron slid down the naked surface of the mattress, his shirt caught and rode up, exposing his pale, soft skin. His grin turned suggestive. "Then prove it."

He unbuckled his trousers and began to kick off his shoes.

Desire flared up in Harry, and he laughed, teeth white and ferocious. "You don't ever get enough, do you?" Harry pulled off his shirt as he approached. "You'd think after the other night..."

Ron grabbed him by the front of his trousers. "Here. You're being way too slow about this." And he pulled him into a kiss.

Kissing was Ron's favourite activity. Well, among other things. Harry used to consider kissing to be a necessary prelude to getting into a girl's bed, sort of a step to get past.

With Ron it was different. He made it a sex act, a sensual promise, and demonstration of just what he could and would do. It was just a little bit dirty and really, really hot. Maybe it was his hard fierce lips, or the slight scratch of stubble, but he set Harry's heart pounding even before his hand worked its way into his trousers. Memories of broom closets, and breathless nights and wondering if the Chudley Canons posters could see them as they did this spun through Harry's mind, desperate and naughty.

"We left the door open - " pant " - open.." Harry reminded as they kissed, willing it shut because he was not breaking this off for anything. " - and unlocked."

"Leave it," Ron growled, his hot breath ghosted down Harry's back, making him shudder. "If they don't know to stay out when we've got a new bed, we have idiots for friends."

Harry bared his neck as Ron raised up on his knees, his hard cock pressed between their bodies, sticky with a faint sheen of sweat, and along Harry's. Harry's underwear stretched between his thighs as they ground together feverishly --

"Harry, what did you want to do with this packing slip -- oh God!" Hermione fled.

"Idiot number one," Ron mumbled, though Harry was too far gone to care.

Steps clicked on the wood floors, disappearing down the stairs. They heard Hermione's distant voice, "Don't go up there."

And Ginny's amused voice, "Why? Are they putting on a gay porn show?"

Ron groaned and grabbed for his wand, overbalancing slightly. With a spell he slammed and locked the door.

Harry grinned and wriggled onto the bed - their bed. Wow.

"What happened to 'leave it'?" he teased. He lifted his hips off the mattress and squirmed out of his underwear.

Ron scowled at the door. "I wouldn't put it past Ginny to watch."

Privately Harry thought that was true. There was something a little vicarious about her gift, not that he was complaining.

Then Ron turned towards Harry, his eyebrows raised and smile broadened. "Fuck. Look at you." His cock rose an inch. "You're bloody perfect."

Ron always said that, and though Harry never quite believed it, he never tired of hearing it either. Especially since he said it buck naked, his eyes glazed with heat and cock an intimidating presence.

Harry ached. It had been at least twenty-four, no, make that thirty-six hours. No more furtively slipping out of each other's rooms in the dead of night, as they hoped no one woke (it seemed a waste to put clothes on just for the walk back to his room); no more discovering he'd left his shoes in Ron's room, and going back to get them in the morning. Thank god Ron could sleep through an earthquake. No more squeezing up in Ron's ridiculously tiny 'double' bed, or worse, Harry's twin-size, fit together like pieces of a Chinese puzzle.

"What?" Ron asked, after a prolonged silence.

Harry sighed and beamed at the ceiling. There was a crack running from one end of the room to another. "It's really ours, isn't it?" It felt like they had acres of space. Ron was warm beside him.

"Yeah." Ron echoed his sigh happily. "But don't smile too much! Wait'll you see the hangings Ginny picked out, in honor of my being 'a diviner.' Yeesh."

"You know what they say about gift horses."

Ron's eyebrows quirked. "Ride them?"

Harry laughed as Ron rolled over on top.