Ron and Harry, Will They Fuck?

Lucius x Harry - Harry's revenge..?

Harry and Ginny landed hard on the wet floor of Moaning-Myrtle's bathroom. Fawkes, glowing red and gold, soared above them as the sink rose back into place, covering the pipe. Harry could hear Ginny audibly freaking out about this. He didn't care. 'Those two fucking bitches,' thought the dark-haired boy. 'Good! They can fuck each other down there forever now that I don't have to see their sex ever again!' He was gritting his teeth hard together until Myrtle's voice caught his attention.
'You're alive,' She said blankly.
'No need to sound so disappointed' he said grimly, wiping flecks of blood and slime off his glasses.
'Oh, well... I'd just been thinking. If you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet.'
Harry wanted more than anything to hate fuck the hell out of that dead bitch ghost, but he wasn't sure that it would work out. She'd be so.. cold. He was so sexually frustrated at this moment that he didn't know what to do. He turned to the still distraught Ginny with his eyes full of horniness and anger. If he couldn't have the Weasley he wanted, then he would have the next best Weasley his filthy mitts could get a hold of. He got to his feet, but before he could do anything, Fawkes began leading the way out of the bathroom and into the corridor.

The two strode through the halls after the magnificent bird, and moments later, found themselves in Professor McGonagall's office.
'Ginny!' Screamed a familiar voice - it was Mrs Weasley. She leaped to her feet, closely followed by Mr Weasley; the two of them flung themselves onto their daughter.
Harry, with his round glasses, looked past the three to see both Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall standing by the mantelpiece, each glancing at Harry (McGonagall with her rectangle glasses, Dumbledore with his half-moon spectacles). As they looked at him with expressions of great relief, Fawkes whooshed past Harry's ear and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder. At that same moment, Harry found himself in the tight embrace of Mrs Weasley.
'You saved her! You saved her!' she repeated gratefully, but then suddenly paused. 'But where is Ron?' She gasped, her eyes darting frantically behind Harry.
'Um..err..' Harry began, sweating. But luckily he was saved by Ginny, who replied -
'Its ok, Mum! He and Professor Lockhart are safe,' she said without hesitation, wiping tears from her eyes, 'Fawkes couldn't carry us all at once, that's all.' She shot a meaningful look at Harry as she said this.
He was surprised Ginny covered for him with such confidence. His gaze immediately turned to Dumbledore, who was already frowning with a look of confusion through his half-moon spectacles.
'Oh Harry!' Mrs Weasley continued, still choked up with emotion, 'how did you do it?'
Harry then began telling them everything.. Well, everything minus what he had seen Ron doing to Professor Lockhart when they returned from the chamber. He explained that the disembodied voice he had been hearing was revealed to be the Basilisk in the school's pipes, and also about how he and Ron (which hurt him to recall) followed the spiders into the Forbidden Forest where Aragog told them about the Basilisk's last victim. He continued on about how they correctly guessed that Moaning Myrtle had been the last victim that died, and that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was in her bathroom.
McGonagall began questioning Harry further, prompting him to include Fawkes' timely arrival and the sorting hat giving him the Sword of Gryffindor. He then faltered at mentioning Ginny and Tom Riddle's diary - what if they expelled her? How could they prove it had been Riddle who made her do it all? He couldn't just throw her under the bus like that. Not after she saved his arse for ditching Ron down in the tunnel, not to mention that he had come very close to forcing himself onto her in the bathroom just moments before.
Dumbledore smiled faintly, the firelight glancing off of his half-moon spectacles.
'What interests me most,' he said gently, looking at Harry over his half-moon spectacles, 'is how Lord Voldemort managed to enchant Ginny, when my sources tell me he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania.'
'Thank fuck,' thought Harry.
Dumbledore's response caused rapid, frantic questioning from Mrs Weasley, after which Harry revealed to them all Tom Riddle's diary, hoping that she would shut up - it worked.
Dumbledore took the diary, peering down at the soggy pages through his half-moon spectacles.
'Brilliant' he said softly. He turned to the Weasleys and began telling them about his past with the ex-Hogwarts student, Tom Riddle - how Dumbledore had taught the boy himself, he was even the school's head boy! But after leaving Hogwarts, he had sunk so deeply into the dark arts that he resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, barely recognisable.