Ron massaged his temples as he sorted out all the files that were piled before him on the desk. Taking over his father’s job handling all the Muggle cases after graduation sure wasn’t an easy task, but at least it was much better than Percy’s job. He had seen how his job turned him into a stuck-up, no-nonsense guy and he definitely didn’t want to turn into another Percy Weasley. He had him in sight in the Ministry of Magic to remind him that. He had been offered by Fred and George to work in their shop and he could see how profitable it could be, but he was more of a timid, peace-loving kind. He wasn’t interested in pranks and hurting people, no matter how harmless it may seem, so he turned them down and followed his father’s footsteps. Besides, he himself also fascinated by Muggle equipment as much as his father does anyway.
“Put your things away, Ron. We’re going out.”
Ron was taken aback by the sudden hands put in front of him. He looked up and glared at his fiancé who was in all smiles. After many years of crushing on her since they first met, Ron had finally had the guts to confess to Hermione and ask her to marry him. It was rather a surprise, really. Harry had urged him to spit it out before it was too late, so Ron took the advice and made the first move during the graduation party. He made himself drunk with wine Harry snuck for him and pulled Hermione right in the middle of the Great Hall and proposed to her. It created a rather great uproar among the students of Hogwarts, but in a good way. Luckily, his efforts were not wasted as Hermione had also secretly been in love with Ron for ages and had tried almost everything to make him notice that, including her affair with Viktor Krum. Too bad Harry wasn’t around to see this eventful moment as they locked lips in front of everyone—he sort of disappeared after giving Ron his bottle of wine and wasn’t seen in the party for the whole night.
“What is it, Mione? Is there somewhere important we should go that I have to abandon my work?” Ron asked, a little cranky after having stared at dozens of papers and millions of words.
“Of course there is! We’re going to visit Harry!” Hermione, the newly employed and new addition to the secretarial office of the Ministry of Magic, replied. “I’m sure you’ve heard the news!”
“Harry’s here? Back here? How?” Ron was surprised. After all these years, Harry was finally back from his mysterious hiding.
“Honestly, Ron, you keep burying yourself in that Muggle issues of yours and you’ll forget that I even exist,” Hermione rolled her eyes as she tossed out the newspapers to her fiancée. “It’s all over the Daily Prophet. Harry was found riding on a broom to St. Mungo and a few hours later, doctors and nurses heard cries of a baby. Harry had been pregnant all this while! Can you believe it? No wonder he disappeared from the world! I wonder who the father is though…”
Ron blushed at hearing Hermione’s news. Harry? Pregnant? Having a baby at St. Mungo? How could that be possible? Could it…? As he put away the papers into their rightful files with his wand and followed behind his upbeat fiancé, he began to think…
-Flashback begins-
Ron lay on his bed worrying. He was awakened by a rustling noise and saw Harry quietly getting off his bed and getting the Invisibility Cloak out of his trunk. He watched him quietly as he put on the Cloak and sneaked out of the dorm to goodness knows where. He waited until he could hear him step out of the door of the common room before relaxing back onto the bed.This wasn’t the first time he seen him do that. The first time he witnessed his sneaking off was about 2 weeks after Snuffles’ death. Snuffles, the nickname they chose to give Sirius Black to prevent suspicion. How endearing it was to call him that and have such secret kept together with his best friend. After Snuffles died, Ron knew that Harry would never be the same again. He had seen his eyes after he had that long talk with Dumbledore. It looked almost dead to the world, and that he had nothing else to lose but himself. His eyes showed that he no longer care about life and death, the future of Hogwarts or the prophecy he was about to fulfill. No more, those eyes spoke, no more of this madness and no more of this eternal fight between good and evil where only death prevails and nothing gained. Despite the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore issued immunity to him after his personal encounter with the Dark Lord himself, Harry continued to defy everything in his path and do things he normally wouldn’t have done before. He had known Harry all his life, yet he had never seen such indifference in him. Death can really change a person.
Finally, he couldn’t stand worrying any longer. He had to follow him and see where he was going every night. He stuffed pillows under his blanket to make it look like he was still in bed and went off, following him from behind. Through experience, he had learnt how to spot someone in an Invisibility Cloak by looking closely at the slightest silhouette made when the wearer moves, and that’s what he was doing when he followed behind Harry. He saw him taking a sort of secret passage he couldn’t see clearly in the dark and tagged along before it closed up completely. It led them all the way to Hogsmeade, and under the streetlights, he saw Harry wearing a body-fitting black T-Shirt and a pair of very short, very revealing jeans. He saw him going to a dark corner and spun round. Ron quickly hid out of sight, thinking he was being found, but lucky for him, Harry was only scouting around to make sure no one was looking. He then saw Harry take out a dark-red cloth from his pocket and blindfolded himself. He heard him read out the concealment spell and saw that his lightning bolt scar was gone. He followed him again all the way to Flourish & Blotts and saw him leaning on the display window, waiting.
What in the bloody name is he doing? he thought. He couldn’t understand his gestures and was rather curious about what he was doing out here in the cold with so little on every dead of the night. As he was about to approach him, he stopped to see a man in his late 20’s coming up to Harry and grinned slyly.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Blind Lover everyone’s been talking about.”
“I’m flattered. Looking for a little excitement tonight, sir?” Harry replied the man with a voice as if he knew the man his whole life.
“Why, aren’t we all?” the man chuckled, then took his hand and continued, “Come. I know the exact place where we can have a really good time.”
Ron almost fainted. Harry was the Blind Lover everyone’s been talking about? He was the one going around selling his body for money? He never expected this. Rumours and gossips never missed the twins Fred and George’s ears and the Blind Lover was exactly the hot topic they’ve been discussing almost every time they came home from work. They had talked about the Blind Lover show up in the most bizarre places and give wanting customers worth their money, and his mother found it rather disgraceful to be talking about sexually immoral people over dinner. He remembered his mother saying that if she were to meet this Blind Lover, she would give her a piece of her mind. Knowing this, Ron would have to think twice about discussing the topic with his prankster brothers.
He waited outside the inn Harry and the man entered until almost dawn before he was able to follow behind Harry to get back to Hogwarts. They quietly sneaked back into the Gryffindor common room and Ron waited until Harry got onto bed and snored before returning to his own. Under the creeping morning light, he saw the lovebites on Harry’s neck and the pouches beside his pillow indicating his pay for the night. Looking at the way Harry slept in his seductive way with his lips swollen of kissing aroused Ron’s interest a little. He was surprised to even have such thoughts but he couldn’t get it off his head. How does it feel to shag a guy? How does it feel to shag the Boy Who Lived? How does it feel to touch a guy intimately instead of friendly? How does it feel to actually kiss a guy on the lips? He knew he was a straight guy—he is, after all, in love with Hermione—but his curiosity got the better of him.
He didn’t need to wait long for his questions. A few days later, he followed Harry again to Hogsmeade. He waited until he blindfolded himself before approaching him. This time he was wearing anything but a sort of T-shirt dress in white. His skin was pale with cold but he showed no sign of shivering. He must be very used to this kind of weather to dare to dress up like that. Ron had second thoughts about this whole deal but there was no time to back out from it now. His curiosity needed to be satisfied. Fast.
“Erm…the Blind Lover, I reckon?”
Harry turned to him and gave him a ‘Duh’ look. He reached for his pocket to take out the pouch that filled with this month’s allowance. He didn’t want to part with it but if he were to venture into this curious adventure, he might as well sacrifice it.
“Uh, I’m not really good at this, but I assure you, I can pay you for what it’s worth. If you…”
Ron held out his hand tentatively, just like the way the man did the last time he saw him. Harry remained silent as he sort of regarded him. He then reached over and took his hand.
“First thing’s first. Find us a nice, warm inn.”
He did just that. He led him to the rest home beside Hog Head—the cheapest inn he could think of—and brought him to a room closest to the right. He sat Harry on the bed and blushed as Harry sat in a ready position: leaning sideways with one leg seductively lifted up, revealing his undies. He didn’t know when and how to start. Harry was sitting there, ready for the taking and yet he knew nothing. He didn’t know how to set the mood or how to arouse either of them. Whatever sexual education his brothers gave him was thrown out of the window the moment he was exactly into the situation. He reached over to caress Harry’s chin for a while, but that was it. He’s stuck in a dead end.
“It’s your first time, isn’t it?”
“Uh…erm…you can…put it that way,” Ron admitted awkwardly, blushing like mad. “Maybe we shouldn’t waste your time. We all know you’re pretty busy, and my inexperience sure bloody hell isn’t going to get us anywhere…”
“Let’s just start from the basics,” Harry said as he wrapped his arms around Ron’s neck. He saw Harry’s lips advancing towards him. He wanted to turn away from it but the attraction of it was too great. He allowed his lips be claimed by Harry’s. He felt his tongue lingered around his lips and trying as gently as he could to part them. He opened them slightly and could taste the sweetness of chocolate in his tongue. He remembered Harry having chocolate pudding for dinner and he tasted the last thing he ate. It was delicious. His tongue fondled with his, coaxing him to return it, so he played along. Tasting more of the chocolate, Ron slid his tongue deeper into Harry’s mouth, moaning once in a while as he felt Harry’s hand reaching towards the buttons of his shirt and undoing them one by one. Ron tentatively reached out to pull up Harry’s shirt so that he could feel the skin beneath it.
Before he knew it, they were both naked. Ron’s fingers continued to explore Harry’s body as he felt him kissing and sucking his neck. He could feel the slightly bumps of Harry’s scars he had attained from his battle with You-Know-Who—he still couldn’t get himself to say his name—and also other bumps that weren’t supposed to be there. How many wounds has he got? He remembered some of the scars he got during his misadventures, but where did these fresh ones come from? He wanted to ask but was stopped abruptly when he felt Harry’s tongue began to trail its way downward. His breath hitched as he felt the wet tongue playing around in his bellybutton. He let out a moan as he gripped Harry’s buttocks with every flick of the tongue he makes. Soon, the bellybutton games stopped and Ron gasped when Harry took his length in his mouth. He let out a series of long moans, tightening his grip on Harry’s hair as Harry fluidly moved up and down his manhood.
His knees were getting weak. He had to get onto the bed before both of them ended up on the floor. With Harry’s mouth still on him, he moved as quickly as he could onto the bed. His muscles began to clench when Harry played with his sacs. He was going to come. At that almost moment, Harry pulled away. Ron felt as if he was being splashed by a bucket of cold water.
“You’re ready,” Harry whispered, nibbling at his earlobe with his legs wrapped around his waist. “Take me in.”
Ron was only almost too eager to oblige. He settled him down and entered him. He wasn’t sure he was doing this right or not—he was a virgin boy, after all—so he started it slow and steady. Harry moaned with pleasure and dug his fingers into Ron’s shoulder, urging him to go faster. Ron kissed Harry hungrily before speeding up the pace. Harry panted and moaned even louder.
“Oh yes…Yes…Faster…Deeper…”
Ron thrust faster and deeper, just as Harry asked for. He didn’t know when and how, but he suddenly felt like the head of his cock was hitting something inside Harry, and every time he hit it, Harry moaned a pitch higher.
“Oh yes…Oh yes…That’s it…! That’s it…! Keep…doing it…Keep going…for it…”
Sexual instinct drove him now. It began to come to him naturally in full blast. He bit Harry’s neck lightly and thrust faster, hitting that spot over and over again. Harry moaned higher and higher until all he could do was scream.
“God, yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster!”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pounded hard and quick into him, aiming the spot. He took Harry’s cock and began to stroke. Harry had his hands on his red hair tightly gripped, but he couldn’t feel the pain. All he could feel was the pleasure of his manhood pounding into Harry and the pleasure of stroking his partner’s length and hearing him scream for more.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
Harry never got to finish his words. He let out a loud moan that could shatter glasses and came all over Ron’s hand. Ron felt the flesh surrounding his length tightened and his own muscles clenched. A few more thrusts later, he came too. He didn’t shout or moan or yell or groan, but he did let out a series of short, abrupt breaths as the final tremors in his body slowly subsided. He pulled out slowly and collapsed beside the gasping Harry. This feeling was new and exhilarating. It felt as if he was hit by Hogwarts Express, but in a good way. He saw white spider webs dancing in front of his eyes and his mind dizzy with incomprehension. He never felt so good before in his life. Never. Was this how it feels to have sex with a man? Would it do the same if he were to shag Hermione? He didn’t dare to think. In fact, he couldn’t very much think right now. The dizziness overwhelmed him until he lost consciousness…
He didn’t know how long he was out cold, but Harry was still beside him sleeping when he woke up. He realized that he was looking at Harry in a different manner. Not that he had fallen in love with him or anything, but he had truly, honestly understood why he was the apple of everyone’s eye. Aside from being quite handsome in his own way, he was the future saviour of the wizarding world and protector of anyone weak and defenseless. Despite the fact that he didn’t want to have anything to do with the prophecy, his sense of justice wouldn’t let him stray off too far from the light. He may be breaking every rule in the Hogwarts book, but he continued to try and give a damn about other people’s problems and troubles. That was the quality trait no one could replace, and what made him so attractive to everyone in the first place. That was how Harry was. Nothing could change that.
He soon realized that he was staring at Harry for too long. He thought it would better if he left first before Harry decided to take off the blindfold and see who his client was. He took out the bag of money he prepared and put it on the table beside the bed. Dressing up as quickly as he could, he made his way to the door, but not before…
“You’re really good for a first-timer. Whoever has you for a boyfriend would definitely be the luckiest person in the world.”
-Flashback ends-
“Ron? Ron, are you alright?”Ron came back at the call of his fiancé. He noticed that they were both holding a parcel in their hands. How did those get there? Oh, right, he remembered now. He was dragged by Hermione to this baby store to buy gifts for Harry’s son. How could he have done all this and not even realizing it? That was one serious black-out if he ever had one.
“Uh, sure. Sure, I’m alright,” Ron said, quickly making up an excuse in his head. “I was just wondering about who could be the father of Harry’s baby. I mean, everyone saw Harry coming into the hospital with birth pangs but no one saw the father of the child accompanying him.”
“I know what you mean,” Hermione chuckled. “It’s no wonder it aroused many suspicion among the wizarding world. Even the people in the Ministry of Magic were discussing hotly about the possibilities.”
“Hello, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley,” Ron saw Headmaster Dumbledore greeting him a few feet away from them. Ex-Prof. Remus Lupin was trailing beside him with a parcel in his hand as well.
“Hello, Headmaster. Going to visit Harry, we presume?” Hermione asked.
“Yes, definitely. Just read the news about him and I came here as soon as my schedule allows it. Ah, I see you have prepared your gifts as well.”
“At a budget price as usual,” Ron grinned. “Can’t seem to get rid of the habit.”
“It’s the thought that counts, Mr. Weasley. Ah, I see your ex-classmate seemed to have heard the news as well.”
Ron turned to see what he meant. It was Draco Malfoy, his archenemy. Why was he walking the same direction as he was, and with a gift far more expensive than he was willing to afford? No good intention turns out of Draco Malfoy, that he knows. It was proven even as he approached him. As he heard Hermione and Draco bickering at each other about Harry having his child, he couldn’t help thinking that he was both insulting Harry and himself. If it weren’t Remus who stopped them, he would’ve started a hand-to-hand combat with him and accidentally reveal himself of his secret one night stand with Harry in the process.
As they met Prof. Snape, who was also holding a gift of his own, at the entrance of St. Mungo and as they walked into the hospital to search for Harry’s ward, Ron prayed that he wouldn’t be revealed and that the child had nothing to do with him. It would not only ruin his reputation, but ruin the engagement with Hermione he had worked so hard on getting. An offspring of his own did intrigued him a little, but he never wanted to have it with someone else, and with a guy who so happens to be his best friend nonetheless. It would definitely break Hermione’s heart to know that truth.
“Hello, dear sister. We're looking for Harry James Potter, please,” Dumbledore said when he saw Winnie walking towards them. Winnie gave her brother a big bear hug.
“I'm just here to see you. Let me show you to his ward.”
Yet everyone's face changed when they were led to an empty bed and an open window with its curtains blowing in the wind.
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