Keep the Noise Down

Harry awoke to a warm mouth descending onto the curve of his neck. He grinned, arching into the combination of lips and teeth on the tender skin.

"Morning," Ron whispered, moving up to nibble on his earlobe. "Sleep well?"

"Very well."

"That's good." Ron's hand had found its way underneath the duvet to touch Harry's stomach lightly. "Do you think we have enough time?"

"You think your parents will wake up?"

Ron shrugged, his fingertips continuing the gentle stroking. "I hope not."

"Well, they know now," Harry pointed out. "It's not like they'd be surprised by it."

"True," Ron admitted, and his hand dropped lower. Harry's hips bucked, and the red-haired boy grinned wickedly.

* * *

Harry stumbled down the stairs an hour later, combing his fingers through his already messy hair. The house was quiet. Mr. Weasley had probably already gone off to work, and since Ginny was staying with Luna this weekend, it was only Mrs. Weasley that Harry had the possibility of running into.

He entered the tiny kitchen, opening up cupboards in search of food. (He doubted he'd have trouble in that search--there was always food in the Weasley household.) He found a loaf of bread, and began to make himself toast.

While slathering jam on the bread, there were footsteps. Harry turned around to see Mrs. Weasley, clothed in a bathrobe and nightgown, coming into the kitchen. She smiled brightly.

"Good morning, Harry," she greeted him. He nodded in reply. "Where's Ron?"

"In the shower," Harry answered, quickly turning back to his toast. Not only did he looked like he had spent some time cavorting in bed, but he reeked of sex. Fuck. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hadn't exactly told them not to have sex, but they had been reluctant to allow Harry to sleep in Ron's room.

"Harry, I would like to speak with you," said Mrs. Weasley from across the room, stirring a mug of tea. Harry inwardly cringed. Here it comes...He joined her at the small table, tearing off a piece of toast and chewing. "It's about Ron."

Harry nodded, his stomach clenching nervously.

"Now, I know that you two have a...'relationship'. I'll be blunt--I wasn't happy about it at first."

Harry nodded again. He remembered the horrified look on Mrs. Weasley's face when he and Ron had told her.

"But Ron's my boy, and I love him. I love you, too, Harry, you know that. I think of you as one of my children, and I'm glad that you and Ron are happy."

"Thanks," Harry murmured. Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"However, I would like you to keep the noise down in the morning."

Harry's head jerked up, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Oh, God...

"I know that you're both seventeen, and therefore the occupiers of raging hormones," Mrs. Weasley continued. "Nevertheless, there are some things a mother doesn't need to hear. If I must, I will remove you from Ron's room."

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," Harry whispered, his insides quaking. This was far worse than he had imagined it would be... "We'll--we'll keep it down. Silencing Charms."

"Thank you, dear." Mrs. Weasley took a sip of her tea. "Are you using protection?"

"W-What?" Harry sputtered.

"Protection. I don't want you or Ron to get hurt or sick, Harry. There are spells--"

"Oh, yes," Harry interrupted. They had looked those particular spells in the Restricted Spells. "We use--er--well, we're being safe."

"Do you prepare each other?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Harry choked. "I don't want you two to be too rough."

"We use lube," said Harry weakly.

"Every single time?"

"Every single time." Christ on a bike, this is pure humiliation...

"Where did you get it?"

"We made it. Found the recipe in a book."

"That's good. How are you and Ron doing?"

"Er--fine," Harry answered, bewildered by the abrupt change of subject. "We're doing great."'

"That's good," said Mrs. Weasley, smiling. "How has Hermione taken it?"

Harry shrugged. "She was surprised at first, and--I think--a little jealous. I think she thought that we'd be excluding her from our group because Ron and I are together. But she's fine about it now."

"What about the rest of the school?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.

Harry shrugged again. "Dumbledore's the only teacher that I've told, but I suspect that McGonagall and Snape know. Snape makes subtle comments about it in Potions, and McGonagall is always giving us looks in Transfiguration. And the students...well, no one knows unless they ask."

"That's good," Mrs. Weasley repeated. She finished her tea, setting the cup down on the table. "Well, Harry, I have some cleaning to do. Be sure to get your school work done."

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley."

Harry watched her leave the room before sprinting up the stairs to the bathroom, where the steady drip of water had stopped. He knocked on the door hesitantly, and Ron's voice said, "Yeah?"

"May I come in?"

"Sure."

Harry opened the door to see Ron, clad only in a white towel tied around his waist, peering into the fog-covered mirror and dragging a razor down the side of his cheek.

"I like stubble," said Harry quietly. Ron glanced at him, grinning.

"I know. But Mum'll make me shave it off, anyway. Have a good breakfast?"

"Sort of. Your mother spoke with me."

Ron winced. "Bollocks. What'd she say?"

"She told us to keep it down in the morning, and questioned me about how other people thought about our relationship."

The tips of Ron's ears were red. He placed the razor down on the sink, wiping his cheeks with a small washcloth. "That's incredibly embarrassing."

"I know. At least she didn't ask me to go into specifics of our morning activities."

Ron shuddered. "Thank Merlin. I don't think either of us could stand the humiliation."

Harry stepped closer, squeezing between the sink and Ron's body. "I'd like to try out some Silencing Charms."

One of Ron's eyebrows rose. "Do you now."

Harry nodded. His hands deftly untied the knot that held the towel to Ron's hips. "I still need to take a shower."

"You do smell of sex," Ron agreed, pulling Harry's shirt over his head. "Wouldn't want my mum to think we were 'up to something'."

"Of course not," Harry approved, kicking off his boxers. "Especially not after we had our little chat."

Ron bent down to kiss Harry on the mouth, and conversation was lost after that.