Darkness

Harry had no idea when it had started. He had no idea when Ron had started sleeping in the same bed as him. He guessed it first happened in the Burrow, though the exact day eluded him. Ron had heard him grunting and groaning during a feverish dream. The red head just climbed into bed with him. From then on he had not been able to sleep peacefully unless Ron was there to comfort him. Of course Ron had no idea that the first time he had gotten into Harry's be, the raven haired teen had not been dreaming about Voldemort and his unknown plans, but of Ron himself.

Ron quickly followed Harry into the curtained four-poster. He slid easily under the warm covers. His body relaxed. His eyes closed and he began to drift. However, Harry was restless. He turned towards Ron and propped himself on his elbows so he could watch him.

"Ron?" he questioned.

His best friend's sparkling, yet groggy, blue eyes cracked open. "Yes, Harry?"

Harry steeled himself. "Have you ever thought about kissing another guy?"

Ron was silent. He wasn't expecting that. He sat up and looked him straight in the eye. "Harry, I'm gay."

Harry blinked. "You are?"

Ron nodded and looked down at the worn red comforter. "Do you want me to sleep in my own bed now?" he asked guiltily.

Harry lifted his head up and kissed his lips lightly. Ron gasped. Harry tangled his fingers in Ron's hair and pulled their lips harder together before sighing and letting him pull back.

"I think I love you, Ron."

Ron stuttered. "You do?"

Harry nodded and kissed him again. This time Ron responded. The red head groaned softly and nibbled Harry's bottom lip. Harry griped his hair harder, making Ron gasp and press his lips more firmly against Harry's.

Harry pushed Ron against the pillows and straddled his hips. He pulled out of the kiss and looked down at his former best friend.

"Do you love me too?" Harry asked breathlessly.

Ron pulled him down and gently caressed his neck with his tongue, teeth, and lips. He pulled his earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it before letting the small piece of flesh slowly slide out of his warm mouth. "I wouldn't have climbed into your bed so many nights ago if I didn't love you." he whispered in a throaty, husky voice.

Harry smiled. He kissed him gently then pulled back with a sharp gleam in his eyes. "The first night you came into my bed at the Burrow, I wasn't having a nightmare."

Ron gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean?" His hands were running up and down Harry's back.

Harry briefly touched his lips to the others before pulling back and smiling. "All of that moaning and groaning was not from dreaming about Voldemort. It was from dreaming about you."

Ron's face showed confusions before understanding dawned on him. "You mean...that night...you were..."

Harry nodded and brushed a piece of hair out of his face. "I was dreaming about you. About making love to you."

"Why didn't you tell me before now?" Ron asked him.

Harry laid on his side next to him. "Why did you tell me you were gay?"

Ron thought for a moment. "Touché."

Harry smiled and cuddled up to Ron's side. "Can we just sleep and worry about this in the morning?" Ron agreed. They closed their eyes and let the night sweep them away as they were enveloped in its warm embrace. The couple slept on slipping further into darkness.