Just Doing It

Just doing it

(by Moony-Mike)

The world was turning upside down. Everything was filled with the sweet mists of passion. Reality drowned away in a sea of emotions. In the dark, two shapes were drunken with endless desire, unable to stop themselves from sinking into the temptations of the mists and the sea, both gently and vigorously. Passionate ecstasy had taken over the place of normal senses, steadily increasing lust and passion to an enormous climax, an explosion, a waterfall of irresistible whirls of emotion...

* * *

Harry and Ron were exhausted. Both lay on Harry's bed, breathing heavily. It seemed that no one was able to move a muscle for a little while.

"Oh no, can this be true?" Ron asked suddenly.

"What should be true, Ron?" Harry asked back, startled. He pushed himself into upright sitting.

"Did we really do it? I mean..."

"What do you mean, Ron? Is something wrong?"

"No - yes - I don't know exactly. I just wonder what it really was we just did - that just - happened."

"I should think you perfectly know it", Harry chuckled, "'cause - as I dare say - you were quite busy while doing it..." He couldn't avoid a wide grin on his face. He let himself fall back on his bed, sighing contently.

"I can't believe it. We've been best friends since our first year at Hogwarts. We've been classmates and roommates, but there was never a thing like that." Ron ran his left hand through his now very ruffled red hair. "We kissed - we touched each other - lay on each other - all clothes thrown away..."

"What's wrong with it?"

"We did it, Harry! We did something that's - that's - that's not - not normal."

"Why should it be not normal, Ron?"

"Harry, we just had sex a minute ago. We touched each other, sucked each other, and then - then I couldn't stop myself from fucking my best friend!"

"One should think you regretted doing it, Ron. I mean, while doing such, I thought you were enjoying, weren't you?"

"We're both boys, Harry! Yes, I enjoyed it very much - oh God, what am I telling him - but it's true..." Ron's voice calmed down, "... I enjoyed it. I enjoyed looking at you, tasting your body, exploring every square inch of it, even getting into deepest passion by - doing that." Ron looked straight into Harry's eyes. "Is this allowed to happen, Harry? We are both boys. Boys don't do that to each other - make love like - like man and woman. That's what I mean by saying not normal."

Harry sat up again and took Ron to upright position, too. He looked firmly into his friend's eyes.

"Ron, we were not just sucking and fucking. You know it as well as I do. We didn't only have sex, this was not only our bodies acting. - I do not know how you feel about it, because I cannot read in your mind, but I certainly know that I would do such things only because of one reason, and that's love, Ron. Yes, I love you, my friend. I have been loving you since we first met. I love you for all and for everything. And may the world reject this love I as a boy am feeling for you as a boy, I don't care. If it is real love, Ron, and I do know you love me, too, this can never be wrong or abnormal. This true love is the sweetest thing two people can give to each other, and I want to give my love to you, and I would be the happiest boy in the world if you would give your love to me."

He placed a slight kiss on Ron's cheek.

"Ron, we're friends, we've been friends for so long time. I now ask you to be not only my best friend, but my boyfriend. Will you make me that happy, Ron?"

Ron blushed furiously. First he didn't get one straight word out. But then he swallowed hard, tears glistening in his eyes, and answered:

"Harry, you make me happy. You can't even imagine how happy you are making me by giving me this confession of love. It's only, I was afraid of you possibly not wanting this, of other people possibly rejecting this and laughing at it, of my own family, my parents and siblings not understanding this and rejecting it, taking it for abnormal or even perverse." Another hard swallow. "But now I know by sure that you've got the same feelings for me as I've had for you for a long time. And this gives me the strength to offer my entire love to you and to live in this love with you in all circumstances life will be giving. I love you with my heart and soul, Harry, and you make me the happiest of all by wanting me as your boyfriend."

He leaned forward and kissed Harry, first gently touching his lips with his own, then letting them both fall back on the bed and gliding into endless passion, kissing long and longingly till both of them gasped of exhaustion.

Then they started laughing and teasing each other. It was far after midnight as the two of them fell asleep happily.

* * *

The next day was December 24^th. It was about 11:30 a.m. when Fred and George came storming into the fifth years' dormitory.

"Hey guys, what's up? What are you two thinking - sleep almost until noon? Wanted to challenge you into a snowball fight - now wh..." Fred trailed off, seeing Harry and Ron together in Harry's bed.

"Whowere? Whassamadder?" Harry lifted his head sleepily and held his hand before his eyes, blinking because of the sudden sunlight when George pulled the curtains apart. Ron made a grunting noise.

Fred gasped. So did George, turning towards them from the windows.

All four of them suddenly reddened, particularly Ron, whose face got as scarlet as Harry's Quidditch robes that were hanging over a chair next to his four poster. Harry realized that he and Ron were still naked and pulled the bed sheet that was slipped down to his hips quickly back up to his and Ron's shoulders. But both of them knew Fred and George would know what had happened.

"Wh - what's going on here?" Fred pressed out.

Harry and Ron both swallowed and exchanged a quick look. Harry was just about to start explanation, but was stopped by George who nudged his twin brother in the side. "I think", he chuckled, "Harry and our little brother - well - I think they exchanged an early Christmas present in all privacy last night, didn't you, laddies?"

He blinked at Harry and Ron, and Harry quickly looked down, blushing even harder than before, but grinning all over his face. Ron, however, seemed to be stunned. "Oh no, oh no, oh no - can't stand it - can't..." He didn't find a plain sentence and looked helpless into Harry's eyes.

"Let's leave them sort it out on their one, I say", said George and dragged Fred out of the room. He gave Harry another encouraging smile and the twins left. Harry could here George giggling down the stairs to the common room.

Ron was unable to speak. Harry watched him for about a minute, then gently patted his shoulder and said: "Ron, what're you afraid for?"

"I dunno. I don't even know if this is real - not only a strange dream." He looked into Harry's eyes again. "They know it, Harry. They knew at once when they came in."

"So what? I remember the two of us talking about love for each other last night. I remember us having agreed that love means strength to stand it all. Isn't this wonderful, Ron?"

"Yes, of course. But I'm nervous, Harry. Now Fred and George know. What about Ginny and Hermione? What about my Mum and Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy?"

"Well, I think we've work to do, haven't we?" Harry grinned. "It'll be all right, because it's the most normal thing in the world - it's love, Ron. You're right, I'm nervous, too. But I know that you're at my side, and that's worth everything." He got out of bed. "Now come on, let's get washed and dressed. Lunch'll be soon. Up you get!"

Ron finally got a move on. He climbed out of the bed and started to rumble through his own trunk to find his underwear.

"And - Ron..." Harry said, eyeing him from the corner of his eyes.

"Yes, Harry?"

"You - you really look good, Ron. Both dressed and naked, you know." He smiled mischievously. Ron blushed and made his way to the bathroom.

Once being washed and toothbrushed and getting dressed the two of them - after a nervous glance at each other - went down into the common room. They quickly made out Fred and George in the comfortable armchairs in front of the fire, while Hermione and Neville were sitting in a corner near the windows (obviously Hermione was busy explaining some difficult homework to Neville). Ginny and a small group of fourth years including special Harry-Potter-admirer Colin Creevey were gathered round a table close to Hermione and Neville; they seemed to enjoy the last hours before the Christmas Eve feast by chatting vividly.

Hermione caught sight of Harry and Ron and waved at them to greet them good morning. They waved back, but Ron first led the way over to Fred and George. Fred and George looked up and started to smirk, but didn't say anything.

Ron shot a quick glance through the room and whispered to the twins: "So, did you already tell anything to anyone?" Harry tripped nervously from one feet onto the other.

"Nope", said Fred casually. Ron eyed him, not seeming convinced. "We thought this would be up to you", added George with a smile. He grabbed his younger brother by the shoulder. "Come on, it's nothing bad or wrong. And by the way, what's it exactly between you two?"

Harry looked at Ron and sighed. "Well, I think - um..." He swallowed. "I'd say we're an item, Ron and I. We - we're in love." He took a deep breath. It was out. Ron went red again, but nodded.

A few seconds silence, then Fred said: "Okay, guys, everything's all right with it." He nodded encouraging and clapped both of them on their shoulders. "As long as you are sure about it and happy, everyone should be happy with you." He smiled at Harry and Ron and they knew he was being honest. They both went slightly pink and grinned back. Fred went on: "And now I think you should enlighten Hermione. It's only fair to tell her, as she's your best friend. Go on, it'll all be fine. Go on!" He pushed them to make them move into Hermione's direction. George smiled, too, and nodded, both twins seeming very content with themselves and with Harry and Ron.

So Harry and Ron nervously shuffled towards Hermione and Neville. Hermione was already peering at them curiously.

"What's the matter with you two?" she greeted them. "So bad a behaviour to go first to the twins and only thereafter come over here to join your best friend." She smiled to make clear that she hadn't meant it. "Sit down or do you want to stand around there all day?"

They sat down and exchanged a nervous look. Harry started: "Well, Hermione..." He glanced slightly over to Neville who didn't notice this. Hermione understood at once and said quickly: "Oh, Neville, I just thought we should use your own notations on that potion so you'll better get the point about it. I'm not sure mine will help so much. Would you mind just to go up and look for yours?"

"Oh, not at all, Hermione, I'm glad you try to help me anyway", said Neville and was off. Ron sighed heavily what made Hermione even more curious. She looked from one over to the other.

"Well, off with it then, guys!" she said with an undertone, but trying to make sure that as few people as possible could overhear them.

"Hermione, we have to tell you something we think you ought to know", said Harry, sounding a bit stiff, while Ron kept looking down and avoiding Hermione's eyes. Hermione just looked at them and waited for Harry to continue. "We, so it's Ron and I, we - oh come on guy, out with it now, she won't kill you - we're in love." The last words came quickly and barely understandable out of his mouth.

But Hermione got the point. She gasped and almost automatically looked around. Then she nearly whispered: "You're - is it true?"

Both of them nodded. Hermione looked at them, then gave them a broad smile and said: "Well done, you two, well done indeed!"

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded. Ron asked: "What do you mean by - well done?"

Hermione leaned forward so they could talk rather quietly. "Now, it means well done. Well done that you at last scratched your courage together and recognized what you feel for each other. And well done, too, that you have got the further courage to come and tell me about it."

"You - knew?" said Harry flabbergasted.

"Certainly I knew", she answered. Harry and Ron stared at each other, and Ron said: "But how could you? I mean - I mean, we ourselves didn't know before yesterday, did we?"

"You too knew it, I'm telling you", Hermione assured them. "You knew, but you didn't have the courage to figure it out by yourselves and deal with it. However, even you must have realized the increase in the feelings you've got for each other. I thought about it over the summer holidays. It's..."

"The summer holidays?" Ron asked, slightly taken aback.

"Yes, Ron, already over the summer holidays. Certainly I was not sure, because there were no obvious hints. But I put two and two together."

Harry and Ron were completely speechless. They just looked at Hermione who was busy explaining their relationship to them like a primary school teacher explains the alphabet to a first year's class.

"Now", Hermione went on. "First I couldn't figure out the lack of logic between the Yule Ball on the one hand and the Tournament's second task on the other. But suddenly it hit me like a lightning."

"Excuse me, Hermione", Harry interrupted, "but I do not understand one single word of yours. What lack of logic do you mean exactly?"

But at that moment Neville reappeared at their table, and Ron gave Harry and Hermione a look that told them it was not the time to discuss the topic in public. So Hermione just said: "What about taking a walk out in the grounds after lunch? And perhaps we could visit Hagrid - we haven't been there for ten days."

Harry and Ron agreed. They looked for an empty table near Hermione's and started a game of wizard's chess. They avoided to talk about these recent events, but it was clear that especially Ron didn't find much concentration, because - for the first time ever - Harry defeated him. Harry couldn't stop himself from grinning knowingly. Both of them were happy when it was lunch time.

* * *

The air was cold and refreshing outside. Harry, Ron and Hermione had put on warm cloaks and gloves and made their way straight out of the castle after lunch. Now they stood at the shore of the large black lake on Hogwarts Grounds. It was an awkward silence for a while.

Finally, Harry decided to get to the point. "Now, Hermione, you wanted to continue in your explanation about the feelings of Ron and myself. How did you find out? How is it that you found out before we did?"

Hermione said: "Well, I told you about that lack of logic between the Yule Ball and the second task, didn't I? I couldn't explain to myself how it was that on the one hand you, Ron, were so jealous about Viktor Krum and you, Harry, about Cedric Diggory, both of the guys seeming to take away your girls and going to the ball with them or hanging around with them, Krum even inviting me to visit him in Bulgaria during summer - which I refused, by the way. On the other hand Ron was the one Harry would be missing more than anything or anyone else, so he became the victim of the merpeople in the second task, the hostage that had to be rescued by the Triwizard Champion Harry Potter."

"But what's strange about that?" Ron asked surprised.

"Now, you know, Cedric and Viktor had to rescue their..." She blushed slightly and looked away from the boys. "well, their girls, perhaps even girlfriends - only from their point of view, I mean", she added quickly, avoiding Ron's astonished gaze.

"But there's still Fleur Delacour", Harry pointed out. "She had to search for her own little sister. You have to admit this certainly doesn't fit with Cedric's and Krum's hostages."

"Not from an only superficial point of view, that's right. But Fleur and Gabrielle are sisters. Fleur is nine years older than Gabrielle, I asked her about that. She looks after her sister almost as a mother, because their mother works at the French Ministry for Magic ten hours a day."

"But what about school?" Ron objected. "I mean, Fleur's still attending Beauxbâtons - or at least was going there last year. And what about her and Roger Davies? Didn't she fancy him a while - I remember them snogging in the rose bushes during the Yule Ball - Harry saw it, too, didn't you, Harry?"

Harry nodded.

"Beauxbâtons is not Hogwarts", Hermione pointed out. "There are special occasions in case of younger children home alone during the days of the week. The school has got a section to educate children at an age of six till ten years, and they can stay there in a special dormitory during the week if their parents aren't at home at least five daylight hours of a day. There are always about thirty or forty young children who stay at Beauxbâtons. If they've got older siblings these are involved in care of the children so there are still family contacts. Gabrielle Delacour is like a daughter to Fleur, and Fleur told me that her sister indeed is her most beloved one."

"But then there's..." Harry started, but Hermione went on.

"You know that Fleur is part Veela, don't you?" The boys nodded. "So why the surprise about her fancying Davies? She was just playing - just the same little game she played with you, Ron, you remember? Think of yourself asking her to the Yule Ball. Concerning boys or men Fleur hasn't been serious last year. She talked to me about this, too. And she sometimes suffers from her being what she is. It's not so easy to be full or part Veela, you know. It can be utterly disturbing if you really want to get bound to a man."

Ron seemed to get the point. "Okay, now, this is clear. But then again there's me who was fancying her. How does this go together with your theory?"

"That's very simple, Ron. Once you're enchanted by a Veela you're not yourself concerning love. You in a kind of trance, you just have to follow the erotic charm if you are not strong enough to ignore or reject it. It was not your fault Ron, because you were not the real yourself."

"And what about my crush on Cho", said Harry, "and Ron's on - well, on you?"

"As you say it yourself, these were crushes - just passing teenage fancies", said Hermione in a very matter-of-fact way, shrugging. She looked at the boys in a way that made their faces go scarlet. "How exactly did you feel about your crushes?"

Harry turned to Ron and grinned. "Don't say a wrong word, she's standing right in front of you", he chuckled.

"Oh, you are so silly, both of you!" Hermione almost shouted. "You perfectly know that you can tell me everything, even if it's about me. I can bear truth very well. I don't care about it if it's honestly told." She sighed heavily and then smiled at them. "Look, you, Ron, and your jealousy were so startling to me. You never before gave me the slightest hint of loving me or having the slightest crush on me. I was totally taken aback when I noticed that there might possibly be feelings, but I shoved it aside when you didn't even have the smallest courage to tell me. Your jealousy had nothing to do with you and me. I realized this when I thought about it all day long during the holiday. Your jealousy was not related to you but to Harry. You may not have realized it, but you pointed it out by yourself when you said that I was conspiring with the enemy. You didn't care about me as your favourite teenage girl coming together with Viktor as a teenage boy, making him your competitor. You feared that I as one of your two best friends could be dragged into betrayal against Harry as the other best friend of yours - even more, your not yet realized boyfriend. So you were unknowingly protecting him. That's why he needed you more than everything or everyone else - so you had to be the one to be rescued by him out of the clutches of the merpeople."

Harry and Ron were once more speechless. They could no more but to be absolutely amazed about their best friend working out their not known relationship in a way that would have made Sherlock Holmes silent by surprise.

"Well, I've watched it all closely since we got back to Hogwarts. It became more and more obvious to me that I was right. So I thought you might need a little move on, you know."

"What move on should we need?" Ron asked, almost snapping. Hermione was still calm.

"Now, perhaps you remember yesterday's Quidditch game. When you, Harry, fell off your broom after having stricken the goalposts it would've been up to Fred or George, who were close, to pull you onto one of their brooms. But you, Ron, who actually had keeper duties at the opposite side of the pitch, came over at once to help him, almost pushing your twin brothers aside. Harry didn't object. Well, this was the event that finally made me completely sure of you two. So the only thing to do was to keep Neville away from your dorm that night. I simply locked him up in the library. I had watched Madam Pince the other day closing the library door using magic in the evening so I learned the lock-up-spell from her - it was the easiest thing on earth. Early this morning I sneaked up there to open it so Neville could get free. Afterwards I occupied him with our potions homework until you would at last have got up and come down into the common room."

She grinned broadly at them, ignoring Harry's half admiring and half furious look.

"The only thing that might have stopped you from... well, you know... could have been yourselves fearing for Neville to go to bed early. But apparently you seem to have been that busy with each other you simply forgot that danger. I suppose Fred and George got you slightly embarrassed this morning, didn't they?"

"They told you? They lied to us?" Ron was upset, but Hermione calmed him down.

"No, they didn't tell me. But I watched them go upstairs at half past eleven and come back two minutes later wearing scarlet faces, giggling and whispering. So things stood plainly clear for me."

Harry couldn't help himself but had to acknowledge the slim mind of his and Ron's friend. "So what to do now?" he sighed.

Ron had sat down and was only shrugging. "Should we owl Mum and Dad?" he proposed.

"Dunno", said Harry. "What do you think, Hermione?"

"Think of it, why not? You have to tell them anyway, and I think they'd like to hear the news from you rather then through any other source including Ron's brothers and sister. Why don't you send them a nice Christmas card and include the news in a matter-of-fact way. It'll all be fine, trust me." She hugged them both tightly and went away.

Harry turned to Ron and wanted to start discussing their further strategy, but just at that very moment someone shouted at them from behind.

"Hey you two!" It was Fred, followed by his twin brother. "What about that snowball fight we proposed this morning? Perhaps we could take our brooms and have it like kind of snowball Quidditch up in the air, eh?"

Harry and Ron agreed, happy to come to some different thoughts for a while.

It was a tough and vigorous snowball Quidditch fight. All four of them got heavily exhausted. After nearly two hours they got back to the castle. "You okay?" George asked. Harry and Ron just nodded, smiling happily and feeling relieved from a great part of the burden that lay on them.

* * *

The fire was crackling happily when Harry and Ron were sitting in front of it and thinking of how to express all these things in a Christmas card for Ron's parents. Mr and Mrs Weasley were the nicest people Harry knew, but how would they deal with these surprising news?

It took nearly one hour, but finally the card was written and enveloped and waited for being sent. Harry and Ron went up to the Owlery. Ron wanted to look for Pigwidgeon, but Harry said: "Let's take Hedwig. She hasn't been out with post for months and the card may have become a bit too large for Pig, I think." Ron agreed, and Hedwig was sent away.

The two of them looked nervous as Hedwig slowly flew out of sight. Ron swallowed hard. Harry put an arm around his shoulder.

"Now it's done, my friend", he said, smiling at Ron. "I think it's for the best. What about you?"

Ron smiled back and nodded while his ears went pink. Harry wrapped his arms around him and dragged him into a tight hug. He ran his right hand through Ron's thick red hair. Ron moaned slightly and hugged Harry back, and their lips found each other into a passionate kiss. Their tongues exploring their mouths, taking their breath away, it took a few minutes until they got apart, still looking deep into each other's eyes.

"Ron", said Harry, a bit hoarsely.

"Yeah, Harry?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Slowly they went downstairs, holding each other's hands. Happily they joined the marvellous Christmas Eve feast in the Great Hall.

* * *

Molly Weasley came into the living room where her husband sat reading The Daily Prophet.

"Christmas greetings from Ron and Harry, Arthur!" she announced and handed him the card that had just arrived. Mr Weasley took it and began to read:

Dear Mum and Dad,

Harry and I wish you a very happy Christmas! We hope everything is fine with you. Perhaps you'll meet Bill or Charlie or Percy, then please send our love to them, too.

The good old castle here and its grounds have gone totally white. I can't remember so much snow in one of the last years. It's almost impossible to sneak out to visit Hogsmeade because of this, so the teachers and the caretaker don't have to worry about disobedient students.

And what should we visit Hogsmeade for? The castle is large and interesting - believing Hermione it's particularly the library that's attractive enough for at least three months holiday. There's enough snow for at least a hundred snowball fights a day and you don't even notice any of it is missing. If only Hagrid does not breed a new specimen of blast-ended skrewts that would promenade between the greenhouses and the Forbidden Forest, melting all snow on their way by shooting fire backside out every now and then.

But Harry and I don't need skrewts to gather warmth enough to feel comfortable and happy. This is because we have discovered a new kind of feelings for each other far beyond our friendship that has been lasting since our first year at Hogwarts. Harry and I are in love. It's a bit strange, because maybe it's unusual - two boys in love with each other. But we both feel that it's true, and we are absolutely happy about it!

We hope that you are happy with us, too.

Once again best wishes to you and love from Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George. We all can't wait to see you again next summer!

Love, yours,

Ron and Harry

Molly and Arthur Weasley looked at each other in surprise.

"Did you know anything?" Mr Weasley asked his wife.

Mrs Weasley shook her head.

"What shall we do?" asked Mr Weasley.

"I think we should do exactly what we've been asked for", said Mrs Weasley. "We should be happy with Ron and Harry, glad about them having found something that makes them happy. And God knows we all could do with a little bit more to enjoy - especially Harry, as you certainly know - and Ron, who is his best friend and is at his side whenever Harry needs someone to help him bear his fate. And if it's true love between them, there's nothing I'm more glad about than the two of them being absolutely happy."

She smiled at her husband and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Then she left for the kitchen quickly to look after their dinner. Mr Weasley saw her wiping some tears off her cheeks, sniffing slightly.

* * *