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!”
"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.