Chapter 9- The Burrow p2

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an; cedric isn't dead in this fanfic, instead harry killed voldemort at the graveyard with an explosion, defeating him for good.

the next morning
RONS POV

"God y/n.." I moan quietly
"Fuck Ron I want you so bad." She whispers softly, arching her back as my hands run over her soft skin, feeling from on her hips up to her breasts. I kiss down her chest, not leaving a single part of her untouched. I feel myself growing hard at her sounds, becoming desperate for her touch.

I'm awoken suddenly by the sound of the curtains being swept open, Harry standing over my bed.

"Well you two look comfy." He says, smirking down at me teasingly.
I look down to see y/n pulled close into my chest. He head is nuzzled into the crook of my neck, her legs intertwined with mine as my arms are wrapped around my chest.

How could I have just had a dream like that?! I mean after a night last night it's expected. I know everything about her, her past and her life. Her hobbies and such.

I'm suddenly aware of the hard bulge in my pants, yet another cause of the dream. Shit.

"Harry you have got to help me." I whisper.
"What?"
"I've got.. an uh.. issue." I mutter
"Huh?" He says, raising a confused eyebrow.
"AN. ISSUE." I say gesturing towards the now very apparent peak in the blankets.
"Ron mate I haven't clue what you're talking about." He rubs his eyes, sighing loudly.

"For fucks sake Harry I've got a boner and I don't want her to wake up and find out." I whisper yell. His eyes grow wide with realization. He looks down towards my lap and starts snickering.

"Oh shut up and help me would you." I say, shifting uncomfortably.
"What do you want me to do? Jack you off? Sorry mate but I don't think we're THAT close." He spats sarcastically.

"WHAT? NO! I just need you lay down here with her so she doesn't wake up when I leave." I say.
"Oh alright." He nods, walking over to my side of the bed.

I slowly pull back, scooting out of bed from next to her. The cold air hit me, my arms growing goose bumps. I felt the empty space in my hold where she used to be as Harry started to slide into bed. He glanced back at me, his eyes meeting mine before dropping to my waist.

"Blimey!" He gaped at me, still staring.

"Shut up Harry." I feel my face grow warm as I leave the room, making my way to the bathroom.

I walk out into the hallway, incidentally bumping right into the twins and Ginny. Perfect.

"Well well... Wake up with a stiffy huh?" George teased, noticing the hard lump in my pants.
"Ew." Ginny says pushing past us to get downstairs.
"Yeah I did, and now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go... deal with it." I say quietly, my face growing red with embarrassment.

The twins burst out laughing as I push my way to the bathroom.

Why did this have to happen today of all days? After last night, well at least she doesn't know.

Y/N POV:
I woke up, feeling two stiff arms around me. I looked up to see Harry laying next to me, looking quite bored.

"Morning?" I say, confused as ever. Where had Ron gone? Why was I in bed with Harry?

"Hey Ron had to get up early and didn't want to wake you, so he told me to lay with you until you wake up." He yawns and rubs his eyes, stretching as he stands from the small twin bed.

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