I can’t sleep. Even with the tent to myself, I can’t get to sleep. Moody gave everyone their leave but I get to keep working off my ‘carelessness’, fucking wanker! I keep thinking about Ron and the fact that I miss his voice. I miss more than his voice, to be honest, but — to bloody hell with this!I pull the mirror from my pocket and am about to call when I think better of it. He’s probably busy.Busy doing what at this hour? He could be on rounds.Or he could be hurt! He’s not hurt.“How do you know?” Oh hell! I’m really losing it if I’m having an argument with myself over this! I decide to call him and actually end up waking him.He’s sleeping? While I’m sitting here worried sick over him?“Wake up, Ron!”
My mum is telling me to wake up...why would she do that? I'm so tired"Mum," I mumble and burrow further under my covers. "Five more minutes and I'll get up.""Ron!" "Ask the twins to do it, Mum," I pull my blanket over my head and shudder. "They turned my teddy bear into a spider you know.""I'm going to turn you into a spider, Ron!""Harry?""Well I'm definitely not your mum," Harry growls. "Where the hell have you been?""Working, Mate," I yawn and sit up slowly. "Twelve hours after doing camp physicals.""Camp physicals?"I scratch my chest and stare at Harry in the mirror. He looks slightly upset and his face is so red it rivals a Weasley blush. "You're angry?" I say and run my hand over my face. "You'll get physicals in your camp too..."My voice trails off and I realize that might not be what he's upset about."I've been worried about you and you're sleeping," Harry mutters. "And feeling--""What?""Nothing," Harry lights a fag and I summon mine. "Seriously where the hell have you been?""Working...sleeping," I yawn. "Bloody Kingsley is making me run eight miles a day.""Camp physicals?""Err.." I stare at him in the mirror. "Yeah?"
“Aren’t those done while the patient’s in the…”“Naked? Yeah,” Ron answers groaning as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. “They have to be naked while we examine…”“Examine what? What are you examining?”“The distance between the bumps on their head,” he says in a dead-pan blowing the smoke into the mirror. “Their bodies, of course.”“Who?”“I said their bodies, Harry. Pay attention.”“I didn’t say what,” I answer growing more annoyed with this conversation by the second. He’s looking at naked bodies? Whose naked body and what is he doing with it? “I asked who?”“Oh,” he says turning to get into a more comfortable position. “Well let’s see there was Susan, of course. She’s rather toned Harry. Then there was Aidan, Zabini and…”He’s touched Susan?“You touched Susan?”“Tonks too,” he answered yawning. “Why the face, mate?”
"I'm severing trees and being scared out of my mind by Mrs. Tonks," Harry growls. "While you're feeling up her daughter! Does Remus know about this?"He takes a long pull from his fag and pushes his glasses up. He's completely furious and I'm not--Oh"You're jealous?""I am not!" I arch my eyebrow and try to stifle a yawn.That's funny I thought I was the jealous one."It's not like I enjoyed seeing Zabini and McLaggen starkers," I look around my tent and grin. "I mean McLaggen has a tiny little cock.""So you enjoyed touching Susan and Tonks?" Harry lights another fag and glares at me. "Admit it.""Harry," I sigh and stifle a chuckle. "There is nothing remotely sexy about physical exams...Blimey I had to ask them to pee in a cup!"
“Yes, but you touched.. you touched,” I take another pull from the fag. Why is this bothering me so much? It’s his job, nothing more. But why… “What exactly do you have to do in these… ““They’re called physicals, Harry and you’ll have one too.”“And you don’t mind someone touching me and doing, well whatever it is that you’re doing to Susan and Tonks!”He laughs and I glare at him. There’s nothing funny about his hands being all over Susan!“Well, I don’t think I’ll mind someone handing you a cup to pee in,” he runs his fingers through his hair and I lick my lips and swallow hard when I notice just how sleep-tousled he looks. Wish I were waking up with him!“Why are you severing trees, mate? Did a tree attack you?”
"Yes, Ron because tree's attack quite frequently here in England," Harry's lips twitch. "I find if I sever trees it keeps them--""Nose down, Harry," I grin. "I'm tired."Harry smiles at me and flops down on his bed. His fag falls out of his mouth and I watch him scramble for a moment as he tries to keep from burning himself. "Harry," I laugh. "You look great on that bed.""Flattery will get you no where." Harry waggles his eyebrows and I frown, "Hold on you're trying to change the subject. Why did you sever the trees?"
Dammit, I dropped the fag and thankfully avoided serious injury. Glancing down into my pyjama bottoms, I sigh in relief and look back into the mirror where Ron's eyebrows have shot up into his forehead."What?""Trees? Your severing them? Care to elaborate on that?" He blows out the smoke and shifts in his bed."What are you wearing?" I ask with a wink."Okay fine, if you're not going to talk then I'm going back to bed," he reaches for the mirror to break the connection when I shout "No"."It was Mrs. Tonks," I say quickly."Mrs. Tonks made you cut down the trees?""No, no," I answer running my fingers through my hair, "she's been trying to catch me off-guard, you know?" He nods and I continue. "Well, she surprised me is all. I was rounding Remus' tent and she had her wand leveled at my head and I reacted without thinking, I guess and thankfully missed her and got the trees behind her instead."He stares into the mirror for a while then throws his head back and laughs."What's so funny? I could've chopped her head off!" I hiss angrily. How can he find this funny?"That yes," he says mid-giggles, "would have been... very funny... but... oh Merlin's beard Harry," he shakes his head and I can see his bare shoulders still shaking with giggles. "You chopped down a forest... with one hex?""It wasn't a forest," I mumble. "You're not helping, you know?""Helping with what?" He says, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Severing trees," he giggles, "honestly mate, it's almost as funny as when you blew up your aunt. What am I supposed to be helping you with?" He winks and I swear my cock twitched!"I'm supposed to clear my mind before bed," I tell him. "You're not helping me clear my mind. Especially since now I'm thinking of you touching Tonks!"
"Get over it, Mate," I yawn. "Why don't you tell me about your training. Honestly, clearing your mind? Like Snape wanted you to do?"Harry runs his hand through his hair and his fag hangs off his bottom lip before he responds. He looks too tired and too thin. I'm not sure I like all this bloody training."Not exactly," Harry settles back on the bed. "Voldemort isn't trying to get in my head any more but--""Then why clear your mind," I interupt. "What's the point besides scrubbing your brain of the image of me and Tonks." I snort and laugh. "You know she belongs to Remus and I'm not getting on the wrong side of a werewolf.""I'm suppose to be able to control my emotions," Harry frowns. "I control my emotions just fine.""Yes," I stand up and move to my teapot. "I see you're doing a great job controlling your jealousy.""You'll see when you come to training, Ron," Harry insists and I chuckle as I heat up the kettle. It starts to whistle and I yawn again. "Look I should let you get some sleep.""Harry," I sit back down on the bed with my cuppa. "Aren't we beyond your need to hide things from me? I mean honestly, Mate. Tell me what I'm going to see when I come to training."
"Me," I answer with a smile."Yes, but apart from looking at you, which I have no objection to, what do you do in training?" He sits down on his bed and takes a sip of his tea."I suppose it's going to look very boring to you," I reply. "We do a lot of staring at each other at first. You have to maintain eye contact when doing Legilimency. I mean, we do other types of training where she guides me toward redirecting my mind and... this doesn't make any sense does it?"He shakes his head slowly and I smile. It's so good to just look at him again!"I've missed you," I tell him, stroking his reflection's cheek on the mirror. "She gets in my head and starts opening and closing doors. Doors that lead to memories. Some memories are okay for her to see and those I can leave open but others... well, I just have a hard time keeping the door closed to everything."
"What kind of things," I say softly and I watch his brow furrow. "Me? I'm the problem aren't I?""No!" Harry says quickly. "Sort of. It's hard for me to keep the memories of you, the memories of Hermione, and school out of my head. It's nearly impossible to bury my feelings for you and then when I do I feel like part of me has died.""I know your suppose to be hiding your feelings--""No," Harry sighs. "I'm suppose to be destroying my feelings and then what do I have to fight for?""You know what we need?" I say softly. "Time together. Do you still want to go through with the plan?""The island?" Harry waggles his eyebrows. "The one where you rub suntan lotion all over me?""Err...yeah," I grin. "But that wasn't the one I was talking about. I was talking about the plan for next weekend. You know having Fred and George polyjuice themself as us and go to that bloody ceremony?"
That's next week! Yes! Sitting up on the bed, I smile and nod. "Does that mean if they go as us...?""We'll get to spend some time together, yeah."I can't help but grin stupidly at him. "Spend some naked time together?" I waggle my eyebrows and he chuckles."One-track mind I see.""Can't help it. You've spoiled me.""So that's a yes, then.""Yes, definitely yes!"
"Brilliant!"I stare at him a moment and realize this is the first time in weeks that I've seen him geniunely happy in a long time. His eyes are lit and the only time I see him with this particular glint is when we play Quidditch."You're dying to fly," I laugh and his eyes widen slightly. "I reckon after all these years I can tell when you want to go flying.""My Firebolt is getting no use at all," Harry frowns. "Moody won't let me take it out. Kingsley approved the time away?""I have to start at St. Mungo's on the third but," I chuckle. "I talked him into letting me attend the "gala". Told him it would look good for the Auror training department. Tonks backed me up.""Was that while you were giving her a physical?" Harry growls. "You're not going to let this go are you?"
"Why did it have to be you?" I ask blowing out the smoke. "Don't they have someone else to do that?" "How hard are you right now?" he asks with a grin. "Well?" he adds with a raised brow."How did we go from talking about your groping Tonks...""Examining Tonks, there was no groping," he interrupts."To the state of my...""Answer the question," he asks and I have to strain to look down the length of him through the mirror."Where are your hands?" I ask trying to sneak a peek."One's holding the mirror," he says then licks his lips. Bloody wanker! "You still haven't answered the question.""You're the one avoiding our talking about your seeing Tonks naked.""And you're the one avoiding the fact that you're randy and wondering if I'm sitting here stroking my cock..."I have to swallow hard before attempting to answer."Are you?" I ask and strain my neck again to try to get a glimpse. Move the bloody mirror!
"'course not, Harry," I lick my lips deliberately. "You know I heard Remus and Tonks talking about playing poker in Moody's tent.""Ron," Harry sticks his lower lip out. "Do not mention Moody. He...Well I was thinking he'd look really good with a tree shoved up his arse.""You're thinking about Moody?""Yes, bastard put me on kitchen duty," He shakes his head. "Really Ron what are you wearing?""Boxers," I laugh. "Should I be jealous of Moody. I mean your imagining him and I just want to know if he's the real competition.""That's just sick," Harry says and pretends to gag. "Wrong and sick.""Hagrid wouldn't think so," I waggle my eyebrows. "You know--I wonder how he and Madam Maxime get on. Their both so large!""Ron," Harry sighs. "You have sucessfully driven every thought of sex from my head. I'm not sure Gargantuan will work any longer.""Perhaps I should give him mouth to mouth," I waggle my eyebrows. "You know since you're already in trouble you should do something to deserve it."
My heart's hammering in my chest. I could just Apparate over and back before Moody... no... yes... dammit!"I can't," I sigh and look down to find Gargantuan not caring whether I get into trouble for leaving camp or not. "It's not like I don't want to." Great, now I'm arguing with my cock! "I can't risk it. Moody's enough of a bastard, he'd keep me from going next weekend. Have you talked to Fred and George about that?"
"It was worth a shot," I mutter and run my hand through my hair. "I talked to Fred last night and he was all for it. He and George are quite excited about it actually, I'm a bit scared."Harry glances away and looks back at me, "Look, Ron you know I'd come there if I could. I just don't want anything to ruin next weekend and the days we're spending at Hogwarts.""Do you think Dumbledore's portrait will have anything to say?" I light a fag and sit on the edge of my cot. "Remus says he just talks in riddles."I see Harry's shoulders rise as he takes a deep breath and they slowly lower as he exhales. "He always talked in riddles," Harry sighs. "Look can you bring Hermione's journal next weekend? Maybe there's something in there we can use.""I reckon," I lick my lips. "Hermione always figured out the riddles for us, yeah."Harry nods, "Wouldn't have made it past Snape's potions in first year when I went after the stone if it hadn't been from her.""You miss her,yeah?"
"Yeah," I answer as flashes of that first year come crashing through. If she hadn't been there... I realize quickly that I'm defeating the purpose of clearing my mind and try to lock the doors that house those memories. Mrs. Tonks had said it was like running through a corridor full of doors and going through each one making sure they were all closed and locked. Easier said than done."Hey," Ron's voice brings me back and I blink several times. "Where were you just now?""Huh?""You were looking at me, but you weren't 'seeing' me, you know? You okay?" he's worried and it's etched on every line of his face. I want to be there to kiss every worry line away.I smile and sigh happily. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just got lost in thought."He waggles his eyebrows and it makes me chuckle. "Lost in naked thoughts?""Now who has the one-track mind?"
"I'm just better at hiding my naughty thoughts," I can't help but grin. "So are you going to bring your Quidditch Gloves?"Harry stares at me for a moment and frowns, "I thought we were going to spend naked time together.""We are...I didn't say you had to be completely starkers!"Harry's eyes widen and his voice is more than slightly husky when he speaks."You want me to wear my Quidditch gloves while we--" He turns bright red. "While we shag?"I feel my own face heat and I quickly look away and mutter, "Maybe...""God damn Moody!" Harry growls and I glance back at the mirror. His face is bright red but there's no mistaking the lust in his eyes.
Ron smiles then licks his lips. "So you'll wear them?" "Yeah," I answer nervously then narrowing my eyes, I ask, "what are you doing?" I see his shoulders moving, but he's holding the mirror closer to his face now."What do you think I'm doing?" he asks with a wink."Looking for another fag?"He smiles and shakes his head no. "Boxers can be constricting."I swallow hard and suppress a moan when he holds the boxers up. "Are you alone?"
"I told you," Harry jaw twitches and I grin. "I'm alone and quite frankly I'm hard as a rock.""Can't have that," I lick my lips again. "So tell what's the first thing you want to do with me? If you were here.""I can't--damn it, Ron," he growls. "I'm pants at this dirty talk.""You want me to tell you," I whisper and set the mirror on the night table. "You want me to tell you what I'd make you do to me?""Fuck...""Yes there is that but I think I'd want to be fucking you," I say softly and run my hand up and down my shaft. "First I'd make you strip slowly, remove every piece of clothing, and when you were finished I'd pull you over to the sofa.""In your mum's living room?" "Yeah, no one's home," I watch as Harry sets his mirror down and I can see his entire body. His cock is straining against his boxers and I growl. "Take off your pants Harry."
I watch his hand slide back and forth along his shaft and my cock swells painfully. "Harry? Your pants?" Ron lazily moves his hand back and forth and I suddenly can't breathe. I just want to keep staring at him."Right... yeah," I slide my boxers down and lick my palm before wrapping it around the weeping head. "Ohhh you... you want to fuck me?" My face feels hot and I hate that I still blush at just saying the words. Merlin, does this feel good!
"Yeah..." I bit my lip as I watch him in the mirror. "But first I want you to put the gloves on and rub them over my body, all over, Mate.""Over..." his voice cracks and I groan as he runs his thumb over the tip of his cock. "Your body?""Yeah," I breath and tighten my grip on my shaft. "I imagine...brilliant..."My cock is hard against my palm and I slowly jerk the swollen flesh. He's moaning now and it's driving me mad. I know he's watching me and it just turns me on even more. I slowly raise two fingers to my mouth and suck on them, slicking them, and I reach back and pull one of the pillows from behind my head. I raise my hips and shove the pillow under my lower back. "I..." I stammer as I reach down to press my finger against my hole. "I want your tongue here instead of my finger.""Shit...""Would you rim me, Harry?" I ask as I work my finger in my arse. "Would you fuck me with your tongue?""Yeah," Harry whimpers and I turn my head to watch him. "Whatever you want."His hand is stroking his cock quickly, pulling the skin taut, and my mouth actually waters. "I wish I could suck you," I growl and his body jerks. "I wish I could take you deep in my mouth and suck you hard."
Oh bloody hell! I thrust my hips into my fist and bite my lip so hard, I taste blood. "Do you want me to suck on you, Harry?" His voice is husky and I can practically hear it in my ear. "Fuck yeah," I pant, sliding my hand back and forth, faster. My breath hitches and all I can do is pant heavily as he pushes back against his own fingers and throws his head back. His body's taut and I can see the sweat beading on his forehead as he starts to move faster. I try to match his pace and try not to go too fast, I want to come with him.I lick my fingers and spread my legs, rubbing the underside of my balls as I slide up the shaft and watch the foreskin cover the head then slide it back to see the head pop through again. Teasing my hole, I lick my lips and moan when I hear his breathing hitch.
I can feel my balls tightening and watching him just makes me want to go there and properly shag him. You can'tHe's teasing himself and my fingers flex against my shaft. He's killing me with his moaning and I wonder if he set a silencing charm around his tent. "That's it, Harry," I grunt. "Fuck yourself with your fingers...Pretend that's my cock buried in your arse and my hand on your shaft stroking you while I pound deep inside you.""Fuck...feels good...fuck..."I work a second finger inside my arse and my hips rise to drive my cock deeper into my fist. I rock back and forth, needing and wanting more, and I can feel the heat in my stomach building."Are you gonna come, Harry?"
"Yeah, oh yeah, so close," I pant.My whole body shudders just from hearing his voice and my cock pulses in my hand. I can almost feel him inside me. Pounding into me. Fuck yes!"Harry, tell me when you're... ohhh want to drive myself deep inside you." He's thrusting faster and I lick my palm again as I watch his cock slide through his fist faster and faster."Oh fuck, Ron..." my eyes roll back into my head and I feel the heat rise deep in the pit of my stomach as my cock pulses in my hand.
I actually see Harry's cock swell and I growl as my balls tighten and my own cock pulses in my hand. I come hard, twisting my fingers inside my arse, and I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood as I turn my head to stifle my shout. I can hear Harry panting and when I'm open my eyes I see him staring at me. I try to focus and I can see a sheen of sweat covering his body. Wish I could feel his body"Bloody hell," I take a deep breath. "If I come like that when were not together...fuck we could light up a whole Muggle town together."Harry laughs and does a cleansing charm on himself, "I would wager all of Britain and most of Europe."I do a quick scourgify and sigh, "Only a few more days, Mate. We will be going flying and shagging."Harry face turns red, "I don't care if we shag as long as I get to spend time--""Me too," I take a deep breath. "The shagging is brilliant but I miss you, Harry. I don't sleep as well without you snoring in the next bed."
"I do not snore," I answer reaching for the fags on the bedstand. Lighting one, I throw my head back and close my eyes. "I miss you. I can't wait to see you. A week's worth of gruntwork for Moody's worth it all if I get to see you.""You're getting sappy on me, Harry.""Bugger off, I just need to be with you. You... you keep me sane." I blow the smoke up the ceiling and run my fingers through my hair. I must have dozed off a bit because I hear Ron nearly shouting at me to put out the cigarette before catching the camp on fire."S'not like there's any kindling," I answer half-awake. "I sliced all the trees, mate. Yup... sliced them right through... boom go tree... and I heard it." Wasn't I supposed to do something?
"Mate, did you clear your head?" I ask loudly and Harry tugs the covers up. "Don't want to," he yawns and sighs. "Too tired...""Harry, you have to," I insist. "Look I'll reward you if you do.""Reward?" Harry's head peeks out from the blanket. "What kind of reward.""Melted chocolate," I grin. "And body parts.""All right," Harry sits up and runs his hand over his face. "But we have to say goodnight because I can't do this with you looking at me and if I look at you...Mrs. Tonks is going to get a headful.""Promise me you'll do it?" "I promise," Harry yawns again. "Goodnight Ron.""Love you, Harry," I lay back down and shut my mirror.I bloody well hate this and it's not going to stop until we finish Voldemort for good. I only hope that I'll be able to protect him for that long.
I close the mirror and set it down along with my glasses and try to remember what Mrs. Tonks said about the corridor and doors. "Picture your memories as rooms with doors and locks. You want to make sure all the doors are closed. Can you see the doors, Harry? Walk to each door and set the lock in place. You do it mentally as if you were controlling a puppet. Move the Harry in your mind toward the door. Can you see the door, Harry?"Closing this door is much harder than I thought. I want to close it, but I want to keep looking at him, want to keep feeling safe and loved. "You're not closing the memories off forever. You're only closing off those rooms that house the memories with the most powerful feelings attached to them. The ones we love never truly leave you, Harry. But there are times, when you have to close the door to them. Can you see the door, Harry?"I don't remember falling asleep after closing the door... just the image of a chess piece... of a Knight fixed on the door to a memory I closed off.