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I've grown accustomed to your face - March 30th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at October 13th, 2006 (11:16 pm)

Mental State: annoyed

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!”


Posted by: Auror Potter (auror_potter)
Posted at: October 15th, 2006 07:41 pm (UTC)

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!