Ron and Harry, Will They Fuck?

Ron x Harry - Lockhart's Chamber

'You can go first' Ron snarled.

A surge of adrenaline and testosterone filled his lanky body as Professor Lockhart objected to his command. 

Harry, equally as roused, poked the taut and handsome professor in the back with his wand, and the two boys watched as the man slid his legs into the large exposed pipe of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Ginny's safety was occupying Ron's mind - was she alright? Could she be dead already? He found himself short of breath and his heart was racing. Plus, he was still a little hard from earlier watching Harry grip his wand with such confidence as he disarmed their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher... That, and Ron's recent realisation of how sexy his friend's voice became when he was speaking parseltongue; he gripped his wand a little tighter at the thought.

'I really don't think-" began Lockhart. Time seemed to pass by incredibly slowly as yet again he was pussying out of entering the pipe. The despise Ron felt towards Professor Lockhart made his blood boil. But he was incredibly relieved because his hatred was finally justified. He couldn't wait until every girl at Hogwarts that was once dripping wet for the famous fraud finally found out the truth. He unleashed his anger, and with a mighty push, the man slid the pipe.

Ron was now rocking a full semi chub, He was surprised at his own alpha behaviour - he never felt this way growing up with 5 older brothers.

Harry shortly followed Lockhart, and the darkness of the pipe swallowed him whole. Ron's high was fleeting; as he stared down into the pipe his cock deflated. It would've been weird to have an erection with Moaning Myrtle watching anyway, he thought to himself. Before doubt began to settle in, Ron launched himself down the pipe, twisting and turning. He shut his eyes tight as he felt himself smashing into the walls at every bend, finally whizzing out into the dark stone tunnel where he found Harry and Lockhart.

'We must be miles under the school,' said Harry, his voice echoing.

'Under the lake, probably,' replied Ron, squinting around at the dark, slimy walls.

'Lumos' Harry muttered, illuminating the tip of his wand. Ron's thoughts left his sister to appreciate his friend's handling of his wand .. thinking if.. if maybe.. he could grip Ron's wand like that. He had been thinking about Harry in this way a lot recently, he never ceased to be aroused by his talents. What Ron first thought was admiration towards Harry eventually snowballed into a deep animalistic carnal desire to fuck him. Almost every night he would think about joining Harry in his four-poster and closing the curtains so that Harry could reveal his true feelings without judgement from the outside world. Ron was conflicted about his gay feelings; he didn't feel this way about other boys. He had mostly fapped to the thought of Hermoine, and had always felt sexual urges whenever other female students brushed by him a little too close in the corridors. If only there was a way to know if Harry felt the same about him?

The three of them set off further into the tunnel to find the Chamber of Secrets. Harry reminded the group to shut their eyes at any sign of movement. As Ron was feeling a bit depressed after thinking about never being with Harry, he pondered on actually looking straight into the basilisk's eyes and just dying on the spot. That way, he wouldn't have to see his mother's tears upon hearing that her only daughter was dead - he was doubtful there was even a chance that she was still alive. After stepping on a few rat skulls and turning a corner, Ron discovered the outline of something huge and curved (and no, it wasn't Harry's penis). He grabbed Harry's shoulder and froze, 'Harry, there's something up there...' He was so terrified. He just wanted to hold Harry, to tell him to forget his sister and run away to start a new life together, but he forced himself to snap out of this mindset. 'No,' he thought, 'pull yourself together'. He could not let himself be carried away by these feelings that he had been trying to suppress for months, his sister could still be alive and needed rescuing. Harry's lit wand revealed a giant snake skin, then suddenly, Lockhart collapsed behind them, and Ron wanted to show assertiveness. 'Get up' he said sharply, holding his wand out trying to mimic Harry's bravery as best he could. Next thing he knew, Ron was lying on the ground of the tunnel, his wand in Lockharts hand.