Hon Smut.

The Great Hall

Harry POV

I woke up to the sound of the lark whistling, pitched on the roof top. I began to sit up, and looked out my bedside window. It was light and airy outside. It was as if peace had fallen like a silky blanket on the now sorrowful school, Hogwarts.

I started to remember the night before. How I confessed my love for Ron. How Ron confessed his love to me. I was at this point so in love with the ginger boy, the king, with the pure blue eyes and innocence like a child.

"He's in the great hall" Neville stated. As if he knew what me and Ron had done last night. I quickly grabbed my shirt, tie and robe. I announced "Thanks Neville."

I ran through the corridors and into the great hall. A huge smile wrapped around my face. I was so excited to see Ron in a new light. To see him as mine; all mine and no one else's.

"Hey Ron" I was trembling with a lust to touch him. To get closer to him. But I didn't nearly show how excited I really was.

Ron POV

There Harry was, under the door archway his soft skin glimmering. The golden rays from the stained glass window shone over Harry. I knew I was infatuated. There was nothing anyone could do. I was hooked on him. The chosen one of all people but I just couldn't resist.

"Hey, thank you for last night. You were truly amazing. Would love to do it again sometime. Possibly tonight?" I was so eager to be with him alone. I had do be direct and tell him exactly what I wanted. Harry was far to important for me to dilly dally over my speech.

  

Harry POV

I loved Ron. Actually, no let me correct that; I loved Ron being mine. Finally, I had him. But why didn't that feel enough? Why did it not satisfy me that he was mine? I wanted more. "Meet me by the lake at 4. I'm the guy on the picnic blanket. Be there." I felt like I was going to burst with excitement. "OK Harry! Can't wait." Ron sounded more excited than I was at this proposition. Maybe? I don't know. Now I'm worried. What if the meeting doesn't go to plan? What if he ditches me? What if we break up? I was so nervous. My mind was racing. I just needed things to go to plan. Call me a perfectionist, not because I am one but... well yes that is the reason. I'm a perfectionist but Ron was the one for me. Without him, I'm not sure I could ever get him of my mind.

"Bye Ron!" I was so nervous I couldn't be in his company any longer. I just couldn't be reminded it just made me more nervous.

Ron POV

Filled with adrenaline I stated "Bye." I wonder what will happen. I wonder what he's got planned. I hope I get to touch him. How I do love cuddling up to Harry. His touch sends electric sparks through my whole being. Now he left me moaning in frustration. Why do these things ever have to end.