I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry. Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast. Does he not realize he could have died? Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit. I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing. Wouldn't want to tempt him."Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest." I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty. Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?"Fucking, no good, worthless—"The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside. What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. "Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"
The part of my brain that thinks properly knows we shouldn't be doing this but my cock thinks something entirely different as it twitches in anticipation. I run my hands up his arms and try to pull back to catch my breath. His tongue parts my lips, his hands tug at my hair, and I can't help but give into what we both need.Harry's tongue rubs against mine and I fight the urge to throw him down on the ground and have my way with him. His nails rake my scalp and when his hand slides down to stroke me through my jeans I groan into his mouth. CRACK!Harry and I jerk apart and I try to catch my breath when I hear Fred and George calling us from the house. "Ron!""Harry!""Blimey," Fred voice rings out. "You don't think Ron was daft enough to talk Harry into flying today?""Brother of mine," George sighs. "You would think they don't want us to help them tonight."Their footsteps grow closer and they're at our side before I can move completely away from Harry. "Well, what have we here?""Harry had something in his eye," I mutter and quickly hand Harry a potion vial. "I was just checking him out after last night and all.""You didn't learn anything from the dragon did you, Harry?" George smirks. "Fire hot."