Fic: Before Me 6 (Harry Potter, RWxHP)
Title: Before Me
Fandom: Harry Potter
Words: 2,067
Warnings: Morning wood
Rating: PG-13 for descriptions of self-love.
Summary: Ron and Harry visit Digon Alley.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who still cares about this story! Especially my_thestral I wouldn't have worked on it as soon as I have without your support.
I woke with a groan and stared down at the outline of my hard-on in the dim morning light. I dreamt of Harry again. This one was by far the strongest and the most passion filled I had in while. Harry had cornered me in the hallway under the guise of wanting to ask me something personal, but when we got to the hallway he didn't say anything, just looked at me, expectant of something I'd only known thanks to the insight of dream knowledge. Kissing was what Harry wanted me to do. So leaning down to his level that's exactly what I did. Harry reacted instantly, clinging to my shirt as he reached up to meet my lips again and again.
In the waking world, I pressed my lips together, thinking that I could still feel the urgent and needy way Harry's mouth moved over mine. At least I didn't wake up cold, I thought half-amused. I stare into the semi-darkness and sighed as I reached out to my right, blindly searching for my wand and watch on my bedside table.
"Lumos," I spoke softly and fumbled with the watch until it was right side up. 6:11am Sunday morning.
I snorted.
Sunday. The one day I normally slept in if I could get away with it, and it was starting to look like today would be an exception. I look down at my erection again only this time I smiled. If I got rid of my arousal now I could go back to sleep. Though that doesn't negate that the easiest and quickest way to do that would be for me to take care of it the old fashioned way.
Extinguishing the light from my wand I tossed it and the watch back on the table and slid my hands under the cover over my erection and started fantasizing about my best friend.
Using the palm of my hand I slowly rubbed my groin through my boxer-briefs, gliding the fabric over the tip of my hardened penis. I cupped my balls, gently squeezing and pinching them as I imagined Harry would in an effort to tease me.
"Oh gods," I moaned then pinched my mouth shut so I wouldn't make too much noise. The last thing I needed to have Harry hear me and burst in thinking something was wrong while I was rubbing one out. I shivered and my hand stilled at the thought, knowing that the outcome would be very different to Harry coming in here in reality than it would have in my imaginings.
I pushed away those darker thoughts and continued my stroking with renewed vigor, forcing myself to return to the heightened state of pleasure. My mind drifted back to the dream. I never was one to let good wanking fodder go to waste.
It didn't take long. I haven't been able to jerk off in a while, so it wouldn't have taken me long to come anyway. One hand over my mouth while the other pumped me to completion I was able to rid myself of the erection, get some much-needed relief. Reaching out to my nightstand I grabbed a few tissues and cleaned up before turning onto my side, and going back to sleep.
I allowed myself to stay in bed until eleven. It was a smart move on my part. There's nothing like waking up both fully relaxed and ready to get on with the day, even a lazy Sunday. I groaned as pleasure sparked as I stretched out certain parts of my body, the remnants of the fantastic orgasm I had earlier. As tempting as it would be to stay in bed, I had some things to take care of today before I could block out the world for a day. Getting to my feet I padded over to the bathroom to deal with other bodily functions, already wondering how my day was going to be.
Washing my hands I thought about what to make for breakfast…lunch, brunch. French toast and sausage sounded nice, as it pancakes and sausage, or an omelet with, of course, sausage. With thoughts of frying sausage swirling in my head, I entered the main hallway and found Harry changing the owl cages in the living room.
"Morning," Harry said waving an old edition of the Morning Prophet in greeting.
"Morning."
"Hungry?"
"Starving."
"There's food in the oven," he informed me returning to his work.
"Oh? Great. Thanks mate." I moved over to the kitchen and all thought of sausage fled at the sight of a platter of beef steak tomatoes and uncooked bacon.
I don't know how long I laughed, but by the time I had calmed down I had tears in my eyes and a small ache in my stomach.
"I take it you like it."
I turned to see Harry standing in the doorway with a pleased grin on his face.
"Yeah, cheers," I replied, pulling the platter out of the oven.
Without having to look up I held out my held ready for the skillet Harry had plucked down from the cupboard we kept the pots and pans as I lit the stove. We worked wordlessly, neither needing to say anything to get our needs across.
Harry and I haven't been as busy as we'd grown accustomed to being. Years after the war, most Death Eaters and their sympathizers have been locked away in Azkaban while the awaited trials. The rest had died while evading capture or have fled the UK, making their way out of our constituency, so it was as if they were dead. That meant the majority of our time at work was spent in courtrooms as witnesses for the prosecution against alleged DE or DE supporters. But every once and a while there would be a case, mostly theft of one degree or another, that required our immediate attention. Nothing made people trust the restoration of the Ministry than to have the Chosen One take on a case. It also put a lot of stress on Harry to deliver. Nothing he wasn't used to.
"You going into work today?"
I could see Harry visibly shiver. "No. I'll be back there soon enough. I think I'll just hang out here."
"Sounds like a plan to me." I shrugged my shoulders trying to show my indifference when really I was secretly happy to have Harry to myself.
"Or," Harry started with a smirk. "We could go out and replace my radio."
I snorted around my tomatoes. "Yeah, yeah," I waved in agreement. "Or we could even upgrade to one of those tellyvisions Dean used to go on about."
Harry chuckled darkly at my misuse of Muggle terminology and I let him without getting flustered as I normally would. "Sure, we could do that. Are you sure you're ready to handle something so sophisticated?"
"Har, har. Yes, I'm sure. How complicated could it be?"
Harry frowned as he thought. "We're going to need to look up some spells to help protect our magic surges from blowing out the electronics if they even exist."
"Or we could just ask Hermione," I suggested. "She's bound to know an enchantment or five."
Harry nodded at my suggestion but there was hesitancy to it as if he didn't want to evolve our brilliant best mate.
"What?"
"I was thinking maybe we could try to figure it out ourselves. We shouldn't always rely on Hermione to do everything for us."
"As long as it's not a potion, right?"
Harry made a rude hand gesture, and I laughed, bemused at his indignation.
"If we going to go we gotta go now. Stores close early today, remember?"
I wasn't sure but Harry's statement was surely a sly remark at my late start to the day.
"Yeah, yeah," I repeated. "Just let me get more caffeine in me."
"We'll stop by someplace and grab a cup, at that place you like," Harry said, leaving no room for argument, not that I would have argued with him. He knew just what to say to get me to do what he wanted. Or maybe he just knew how to compromise.
The rest of the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon were spent with us going through our old school books looking for enchantments to help protect TV signals. When we don't find anything I concede to go out and help Harry pick out a new wireless set.
Diagon Alley wasn't nearly as cold as it was the previous day, but it was just as chilly. Add that to the fact that today was the Sunday before Halloween and the weather wasn't the only thing Harry and I had to deal with. Witches and wizards and house elves littered the Alley, braving the elements to get their holiday and weekly shopping completed before the shops closed for the night.
I looked back when I hear the familiar tones of Harry's voice.
"What?" I shouted into the wind and nearly had my breath stolen away. I turned away and choke down air. I start when I feel someone's hand on my back, but relaxed once I saw that it was only Harry.
Harry leaned in close. "Maybe this was a bad idea," he shouted. It was the only way we could hear each other over the chaos around us.
"Yeah!" I agreed. Grabbing a firm hold of Harry's coat I dragged him out of the street and into the nearest shop. Surprisingly we blew into Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment and were able to purchase a new radio. After haggling with Harry I convince him to get the newest model which could also pick up Muggle stations and the smile he gave when the cashier handed him the bag made me wish I'd thought to break the old radio ages ago.
To this day I don't know what drew my attention to the tea shop directly across from Wiseacre's but as I held the shop door open for Harry, my gaze landed on an unexpected sight of Dean Thomas wrestling to open the door of the tea shop with my sister clutching onto him for dear life. It was a conspiratorial scene with a familiarity I hadn't seen them display since they were dating in school. I turned back around to check on Harry to find him tugging the newly purchased radio under his arm for safe keeping. I couldn't tell if he had spotted them, or not but on the chance that he hadn't I wasn't going to let him.
Oh, gods, it really is over. I thought ushering harry in the other direction so I could save Harry from seeing this heartbreaking scene.
Harry noticed we were heading with wrong way and pulled on my jacket's sleeve to get my attention. "I thought you wanted tea?"
"Changed my mind," I roared at him. "'Sides, we have tea at home."
Harry stared at me for a while, studying me. I could practically see the thoughts whirling in his head, every expression his eyes slightly magnified from the prescription in his glasses. A question appeared there though as soon as I was able to see it, it vanished and he smiled thinly and I cursed inwardly. That was his Chosen One smile, the one he gives when he didn't want anyone to know something was bothering him. I knew I would have to explain myself later, and I would, once we were far, far from here. I had managed to avoid a confrontation here, but if we stayed in the Alley any longer the higher the risk of running into Dean and my sister strolling in the streets became and I just couldn't stand seeing Harry revert back to the distraught boy he had been only days ago. I didn't relish chasing after him while he dove head first bottle after bottle. That was another conversation we would have to discuss, but not tonight.
Despite our successful venture out, I was in a pissy mood the rest of the day. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to puzzle together how this all happened. Harry worshiped Ginny and I thought Ginny did, too.
But maybe it wasn't enough. And that didn't sit well with me.
As I watched Harry place the new radio over the fridge, I knew I was going to learn what the hell was going on.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Words: 2,067
Warnings: Morning wood
Rating: PG-13 for descriptions of self-love.
Summary: Ron and Harry visit Digon Alley.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who still cares about this story! Especially my_thestral I wouldn't have worked on it as soon as I have without your support.
I woke with a groan and stared down at the outline of my hard-on in the dim morning light. I dreamt of Harry again. This one was by far the strongest and the most passion filled I had in while. Harry had cornered me in the hallway under the guise of wanting to ask me something personal, but when we got to the hallway he didn't say anything, just looked at me, expectant of something I'd only known thanks to the insight of dream knowledge. Kissing was what Harry wanted me to do. So leaning down to his level that's exactly what I did. Harry reacted instantly, clinging to my shirt as he reached up to meet my lips again and again.
In the waking world, I pressed my lips together, thinking that I could still feel the urgent and needy way Harry's mouth moved over mine. At least I didn't wake up cold, I thought half-amused. I stare into the semi-darkness and sighed as I reached out to my right, blindly searching for my wand and watch on my bedside table.
"Lumos," I spoke softly and fumbled with the watch until it was right side up. 6:11am Sunday morning.
I snorted.
Sunday. The one day I normally slept in if I could get away with it, and it was starting to look like today would be an exception. I look down at my erection again only this time I smiled. If I got rid of my arousal now I could go back to sleep. Though that doesn't negate that the easiest and quickest way to do that would be for me to take care of it the old fashioned way.
Extinguishing the light from my wand I tossed it and the watch back on the table and slid my hands under the cover over my erection and started fantasizing about my best friend.
Using the palm of my hand I slowly rubbed my groin through my boxer-briefs, gliding the fabric over the tip of my hardened penis. I cupped my balls, gently squeezing and pinching them as I imagined Harry would in an effort to tease me.
"Oh gods," I moaned then pinched my mouth shut so I wouldn't make too much noise. The last thing I needed to have Harry hear me and burst in thinking something was wrong while I was rubbing one out. I shivered and my hand stilled at the thought, knowing that the outcome would be very different to Harry coming in here in reality than it would have in my imaginings.
I pushed away those darker thoughts and continued my stroking with renewed vigor, forcing myself to return to the heightened state of pleasure. My mind drifted back to the dream. I never was one to let good wanking fodder go to waste.
It didn't take long. I haven't been able to jerk off in a while, so it wouldn't have taken me long to come anyway. One hand over my mouth while the other pumped me to completion I was able to rid myself of the erection, get some much-needed relief. Reaching out to my nightstand I grabbed a few tissues and cleaned up before turning onto my side, and going back to sleep.
I allowed myself to stay in bed until eleven. It was a smart move on my part. There's nothing like waking up both fully relaxed and ready to get on with the day, even a lazy Sunday. I groaned as pleasure sparked as I stretched out certain parts of my body, the remnants of the fantastic orgasm I had earlier. As tempting as it would be to stay in bed, I had some things to take care of today before I could block out the world for a day. Getting to my feet I padded over to the bathroom to deal with other bodily functions, already wondering how my day was going to be.
Washing my hands I thought about what to make for breakfast…lunch, brunch. French toast and sausage sounded nice, as it pancakes and sausage, or an omelet with, of course, sausage. With thoughts of frying sausage swirling in my head, I entered the main hallway and found Harry changing the owl cages in the living room.
"Morning," Harry said waving an old edition of the Morning Prophet in greeting.
"Morning."
"Hungry?"
"Starving."
"There's food in the oven," he informed me returning to his work.
"Oh? Great. Thanks mate." I moved over to the kitchen and all thought of sausage fled at the sight of a platter of beef steak tomatoes and uncooked bacon.
I don't know how long I laughed, but by the time I had calmed down I had tears in my eyes and a small ache in my stomach.
"I take it you like it."
I turned to see Harry standing in the doorway with a pleased grin on his face.
"Yeah, cheers," I replied, pulling the platter out of the oven.
Without having to look up I held out my held ready for the skillet Harry had plucked down from the cupboard we kept the pots and pans as I lit the stove. We worked wordlessly, neither needing to say anything to get our needs across.
Harry and I haven't been as busy as we'd grown accustomed to being. Years after the war, most Death Eaters and their sympathizers have been locked away in Azkaban while the awaited trials. The rest had died while evading capture or have fled the UK, making their way out of our constituency, so it was as if they were dead. That meant the majority of our time at work was spent in courtrooms as witnesses for the prosecution against alleged DE or DE supporters. But every once and a while there would be a case, mostly theft of one degree or another, that required our immediate attention. Nothing made people trust the restoration of the Ministry than to have the Chosen One take on a case. It also put a lot of stress on Harry to deliver. Nothing he wasn't used to.
"You going into work today?"
I could see Harry visibly shiver. "No. I'll be back there soon enough. I think I'll just hang out here."
"Sounds like a plan to me." I shrugged my shoulders trying to show my indifference when really I was secretly happy to have Harry to myself.
"Or," Harry started with a smirk. "We could go out and replace my radio."
I snorted around my tomatoes. "Yeah, yeah," I waved in agreement. "Or we could even upgrade to one of those tellyvisions Dean used to go on about."
Harry chuckled darkly at my misuse of Muggle terminology and I let him without getting flustered as I normally would. "Sure, we could do that. Are you sure you're ready to handle something so sophisticated?"
"Har, har. Yes, I'm sure. How complicated could it be?"
Harry frowned as he thought. "We're going to need to look up some spells to help protect our magic surges from blowing out the electronics if they even exist."
"Or we could just ask Hermione," I suggested. "She's bound to know an enchantment or five."
Harry nodded at my suggestion but there was hesitancy to it as if he didn't want to evolve our brilliant best mate.
"What?"
"I was thinking maybe we could try to figure it out ourselves. We shouldn't always rely on Hermione to do everything for us."
"As long as it's not a potion, right?"
Harry made a rude hand gesture, and I laughed, bemused at his indignation.
"If we going to go we gotta go now. Stores close early today, remember?"
I wasn't sure but Harry's statement was surely a sly remark at my late start to the day.
"Yeah, yeah," I repeated. "Just let me get more caffeine in me."
"We'll stop by someplace and grab a cup, at that place you like," Harry said, leaving no room for argument, not that I would have argued with him. He knew just what to say to get me to do what he wanted. Or maybe he just knew how to compromise.
The rest of the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon were spent with us going through our old school books looking for enchantments to help protect TV signals. When we don't find anything I concede to go out and help Harry pick out a new wireless set.
Diagon Alley wasn't nearly as cold as it was the previous day, but it was just as chilly. Add that to the fact that today was the Sunday before Halloween and the weather wasn't the only thing Harry and I had to deal with. Witches and wizards and house elves littered the Alley, braving the elements to get their holiday and weekly shopping completed before the shops closed for the night.
I looked back when I hear the familiar tones of Harry's voice.
"What?" I shouted into the wind and nearly had my breath stolen away. I turned away and choke down air. I start when I feel someone's hand on my back, but relaxed once I saw that it was only Harry.
Harry leaned in close. "Maybe this was a bad idea," he shouted. It was the only way we could hear each other over the chaos around us.
"Yeah!" I agreed. Grabbing a firm hold of Harry's coat I dragged him out of the street and into the nearest shop. Surprisingly we blew into Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment and were able to purchase a new radio. After haggling with Harry I convince him to get the newest model which could also pick up Muggle stations and the smile he gave when the cashier handed him the bag made me wish I'd thought to break the old radio ages ago.
To this day I don't know what drew my attention to the tea shop directly across from Wiseacre's but as I held the shop door open for Harry, my gaze landed on an unexpected sight of Dean Thomas wrestling to open the door of the tea shop with my sister clutching onto him for dear life. It was a conspiratorial scene with a familiarity I hadn't seen them display since they were dating in school. I turned back around to check on Harry to find him tugging the newly purchased radio under his arm for safe keeping. I couldn't tell if he had spotted them, or not but on the chance that he hadn't I wasn't going to let him.
Oh, gods, it really is over. I thought ushering harry in the other direction so I could save Harry from seeing this heartbreaking scene.
Harry noticed we were heading with wrong way and pulled on my jacket's sleeve to get my attention. "I thought you wanted tea?"
"Changed my mind," I roared at him. "'Sides, we have tea at home."
Harry stared at me for a while, studying me. I could practically see the thoughts whirling in his head, every expression his eyes slightly magnified from the prescription in his glasses. A question appeared there though as soon as I was able to see it, it vanished and he smiled thinly and I cursed inwardly. That was his Chosen One smile, the one he gives when he didn't want anyone to know something was bothering him. I knew I would have to explain myself later, and I would, once we were far, far from here. I had managed to avoid a confrontation here, but if we stayed in the Alley any longer the higher the risk of running into Dean and my sister strolling in the streets became and I just couldn't stand seeing Harry revert back to the distraught boy he had been only days ago. I didn't relish chasing after him while he dove head first bottle after bottle. That was another conversation we would have to discuss, but not tonight.
Despite our successful venture out, I was in a pissy mood the rest of the day. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to puzzle together how this all happened. Harry worshiped Ginny and I thought Ginny did, too.
But maybe it wasn't enough. And that didn't sit well with me.
As I watched Harry place the new radio over the fridge, I knew I was going to learn what the hell was going on.