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‘You can go first’ Ron snarled.
A surge of adrenaline and testosterone filled his lanky body as Professor Lockhart objected to his command. Harry, equally as roused, poked the taut and handsome professor in the back with his wand, and the two boys watched as the man slid his legs into the large exposed pipe of Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.
Ginny’s safety was occupying Ron’s mind - was she alright? Could she be dead already? He found himself short of breath and his heart was racing. Plus, he was still a little hard from earlier watching Harry grip his wand with such confidence as he disarmed their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher... That, and Ron’s recent realisation of how sexy his friend’s voice became when he was speaking parseltongue; he gripped his wand a little tighter at the thought.
‘I really don't think-” began Lockhart. Time seemed to pass by incredibly slowly as yet again he was pussying out of entering the pipe.
The despise Ron felt towards Professor Lockhart made his blood boil. But he was incredibly relieved because his hatred was finally justified. He couldn’t wait until every girl at Hogwarts that was once dripping wet for the famous fraud finally found out the truth. He unleashed his anger, and with a mighty push, the man slid the pipe.
Ron was now rocking a full semi chub, He was surprised at his own alpha behaviour - he never felt this way growing up with 5 older brothers. Harry shortly followed Lockhart, and the darkness of the pipe swallowed him whole. Ron’s high was fleeting; as he stared down into the pipe his cock deflated. It would’ve been weird to have an erection with Moaning Myrtle watching anyway, he thought to himself. Before doubt began to settle in, Ron launched himself down the pipe, twisting and turning. He shut his eyes tight as he felt himself smashing into the walls at every bend, finally whizzing out into the dark stone tunnel where he found Harry and Lockhart. ‘We must be miles under the school,’ said Harry, his voice echoing.
‘Under the lake, probably,’ replied Ron, squinting around at the dark, slimy walls.
‘Lumos’ Harry muttered, illuminating the tip of his wand.
Ron’s thoughts left his sister to appreciate his friend’s handling of his wand .. thinking if.. if maybe.. he would grip Ron’s wand like that. He had been thinking about Harry in this way a lot recently, he never ceased to be aroused by his talents. What Ron first thought was admiration towards Harry eventually snowballed into a deep animalistic carnal desire to fuck him. Almost every night he would think about joining Harry in his four-poster and closing the curtains so that Harry could reveal his true feelings without judgement from the outside world. Ron was conflicted about his gay feelings; he didn’t feel this way about other boys. He had mostly fapped to the thought of Hermoine, and had always felt sexual urges whenever other female students brushed by him a little too close in the corridors. If only there was a way to know if Harry felt the same about him?
The three of them set off further into the tunnel to find the Chamber of Secrets. Harry reminded the group to shut their eyes at any sign of movement. As Ron was feeling a bit depressed after thinking about never being with Harry, he pondered on actually looking straight into the basilisk’s eyes and just dying on the spot. That way, he wouldn’t have to see his mother’s tears upon hearing that her only daughter was dead - he was doubtful there was even a chance that she was still alive. After stepping on a few rat skulls and turning a corner, Ron discovered the outline of something huge and curved (and no, it wasn’t Harry’s penis). He grabbed Harry’s shoulder and froze,
‘Harry, there's something up there…’ He was so terrified. He just wanted to hold Harry, to tell him to forget his sister and run away to start a new life together, but he forced himself to snap out of this mindset. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘pull yourself together’. He could not let himself be carried away by these feelings that he had been trying to suppress for months, his sister could still be alive and needed rescuing. Harry’s lit wand revealed a giant snake skin, then suddenly, Lockhart collapsed behind them, and Ron wanted to show assertiveness.
‘Get up’ he said sharply, holding his wand out trying to mimic Harry’s bravery as best he could. Next thing he knew, Ron was lying on the ground of the tunnel, his wand in Lockharts hand.
‘The adventure ends here boys! I shall take a bit of this skin back up to the school, tell them it was too late to save the girl, and that you two tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body. Say goodbye to your memories!’ Professor Lockhart raised Ron’s sellotaped wand and yelled ‘obliviate!’.
It all happened in an instant; there was an explosion as Ron saw Harry disappear behind falling chunks of the tunnel’s ceiling.Ron got to his feet and ran to the pile of rocks blocking his path to Harry, and as he flashed a look behind him, Lockhart could barely be seen through the darkness; he had just been hit by his own obliviate spell.
‘Ron!’ he heard muffled through the darkness, ‘are you OK? Ron!’ Hearing this made him want to rip his heart out and shove it through the gaps of the rocks to give it to Harry right now.
‘I’m here’ Ron called back. ‘I’m OK, this gits not though - he got blasted by the wand.’ He was so mad that he turned around and kicked at Lockhart; they would not be separated if it wasn’t for him. ‘What now? We can’t get through. It’ll take ages…’
‘Wait with Lockhart. I’ll go on. If I’m not back in an hour…’
NO NO NO! Ron thought. He didn’t want to be left with stinky Lockhart, he wanted Harry in his arms. But he knew there was no way that Harry wouldn’t go on by himself. He will be brave, continue on, find the chamber, and rescue Ginny. So the least Ron could do was show a little bravery himself.
‘I’ll try and shift some of this rock..’ he said, trying to keep his voice steady, ‘so you can - can get back through. And, Harry -’ He really thought he was about to say those three magical words to Harry. If now wasn’t the time to confess his love, then when would be?
‘See you in a bit,’ replied Harry as Ron hesitated to finish his sentence. Ugh! He missed his chance.
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A lot of time had passed since Ron last saw harry. While he was shuffling rocks to break through the wall, he was desperately trying to stop himself from day dreaming about fucking his friend - imagining different events leading up to it, what Harry’s moans would sound like, what his dick would taste like.... Ron wasn’t used to thinking too much about gay sex. He decided he would definitely have to be a top, beacuse he wouldn’t want Harry to have to fuck his dirty bumhole, and he knew he wanted to be the one fucking Harry. His mind continued on and eventually he was slipping into another daydream. He imagined them together in the Gryffindor common room finishing herbology work, and after all of the other students would leave for their dorms, they would both feel the heavy weight of sexual tension between them. Ron and Harry would move closer out of instinct, both pretending they didn’t notice the other doing the same. And then, Ron thought, they would get so close that Harry would break and begin talking about his feelings towards him…
But then Ron hit a mental block - how would Harry realistically confess his feelings for him? He was brought back to reality by touching the harsh cold of the stone wall as he leant back. Why did it have to be this way? If only being gay was normal. There was no proof Harry liked him more than a friend, but surely Ron wouldn’t feel such a strong connection if Harry didn’t feel the same way?
The hole at the top of the fallen rock wall was now almost large enough for Harry and Ginny to fit through, then eventually, out of boredom, he tried talking to Lockhart to stop his mind from wandering again. From what Ron could see through the dim lighting, Lockhart did not look very good, he was humming to himself and swaying around with his legs crossed on the damp, muddy floor.
‘Professor Lockhart?’ he called out, but there was no response. Ron forgot Lockhart’s spell had backfired and he no longer had his memory. He reluctantly made his way over to the man.
‘Who is Professor Lockhart?’ He asked.
Ron couldn’t find it in himself to respond.
‘Who are you? And where are we?’ He continued in a placid tone as he looked around. Lockhart’s vacant expression turned back to face Ron.
The lanky ginger boy was a bit embarrassed to even acknowledge this, but the man’s dumb, chisled face looking up at him kind of made his ginger dick twinge.
‘Wow, there’s really nothing going on up there anymore, is there?’ Ron said mostly to himself as he gestured up to the man’s temple. His hand lingered there for a bit. He was unable to resist the temptation to give Lockhart a gentle slap to the side of his face, and there was barely any reaction to this at all. He did it again, a little bit harder, which pleased Ron quite a lot. He slapped him more and more aggressively as his pent up emotions took over. At the peak of his anger, he dropped to his knees to be at eye level with Lockhart. He grabbed his handsome face firmly with one hand, the other was raised, forming a fist. Their eyes locked together; He saw a blank slate in Lockharts empty eyes. Ron finally answered his question, ‘your name is Harry Potter.’
Ron’s finger scooped up a bit of mud from the ground. He started panting as he began to draw circles around Lockharts eyes. ‘Your name is Harry..’ he repeated, connecting the circles to form glasses that looked like the real Harry’s, ‘and my name is Ron.’ He backed up to observe Lockhart in the darkness. The lack of lighting helped enhance his resemblance to Harry. Ron was not attracted to Lockhart, but the loss of his memory presented a great opportunity. He started having second thoughts and was scared to lose the mood, ‘Tell me your name!’ commanded Ron.
‘I’m Harry Potter.'
‘Tell me again..’ he said breathlessly, slowly moving closer.
‘I’m Harry.’ Replied Lockhart thoughtlessly.
Before he could think about what he was doing, Ron closed his lips onto Lockharts. The kiss started off gentle, and slowly became wetter and harder as Lockhart followed Ron’s lead. Still pressed onto Lockhart’s lips, he asked again and again for Harry’s name to be repeated, moaning every time he did so. He kept his eyes shut so that only images of Harry’s body consumed his thoughts. The two were now taking turns sucking each other’s tongues; moaning together as their hands began to trail each other’s bodies. By now his penis was so hard.. He wondered if Harry’s was too. He wanted to strike at it like a cobra with no fangs but was like ‘nah’ so instead he eagerly reached for it with both hands and no mouth. Lips still sucking face, Ron flipped up Harry’s robes and began stroking the long, throbbing dick. He tried not to think about Lockhart, and just pretended that Harry’s 12-year-old penis was man sized. Harry wasn’t responding to his touch in the way that Ron wanted him to, in fact, he wasn’t responding at all. Out of frustration, He broke the kiss, got to his feet and pressed his crotch against the dull-witted man’s mouth. His breath was so warm and moist that Ron opened his eyes to look down at Lockhart’s brainless expression. Flapping his robes to his sides, Ron pulled out his thick cock and slapped it against the professor’s wet lips. He focussed only on the crudely drawn glasses as he whispered Harry’s name.
‘Open your mouth’ he moaned, slipping his erection into the steaming chasm of Lockharts face. Tilting back his head, Ron grabbed a fist-full of hair and slowly started thrusting into Harry’s head. His dominance was incredibly erotic; he knew Harry enjoyed being man-handled. He pictured Harry’s messy, dark hair between his fingers, and his juicy, thick lips wrapped around his cock. He was so close to cumming until he realised he needed to practice anal before fucking the real Harry Potter - he didn’t want to inconvenience his pal with a bad first time.
*Pop* went Ron’s dick as he pulled it out of Harry’s mouth. ‘Pop goes the Weasley,’ he mumbled under his breath with a chuckle. The ginger giant commanded his sex-doll to turn around and get on all fours because he didn’t want to look into his eyes; they weren’t green like Harry’s. Again, Ron flipped Lockhart’s robes up. He was so horny that he didn’t mind how dimpled and swampy his ass was - he was determined to enter that bum. The boy spat a great amount of spit into the man’s crack as lube, which he did with ease as his mouth was already so watery. He rimmed the hole with his pointer finger, feeling its circumference. It seemed like it would be a snug fit, but knowing that it would be nothing compared to the real Harry Potter’s bumhole, he wasn’t unnerved, so he pushed his rod into the big fish. It had a very appropriate tightness to it, which was a relief; Ron knew without practice that he would probably cum immediately after entering his real mate’s arse. He was ready to begin thrusting until he heard a quiet tentative voice from behind him.
‘Ron?’ whimpered the voice.
He recognised Harry’s dulcet tone immediately and spun around.
‘H-Harry!’ Ron squealed, he was still tucked away into Lockharts hidy-hole.
Harry had returned with Ginny and both were scoping the scene through the gap of the fallen ceiling.The light from his wand illuminated both of their horrified faces.
Ron’s gaze first met Harry and then moved to his sister, whose eyes were filled with tears - he was so amazed that they both came back alive.
Harry and Ginny squeezed their way through the rocks as Ron, whose face was as red as his hair, struggled to exit Lockhart. His hands shook viciously as he anxiously hurried to conceal his still hard cock and Lockhart’s bare arse.
Neither said a word as Harry linked his arm with Ginny’s and began marching her to the exit, with Fawkes gliding gracefully above, following.
Without Lockhart occupying a single sector of his mind, Ron scurried after them.
‘Wait!’ he screamed through the dark cold. ‘Wait Harry, I can explain!’
‘You’re beyond cunted, Ron’ Harry growled without stopping as he continued leading Ginny away.
Ron pleaded with Harry as he sped up to stop them, landing a hand on his shoulder, but was knocked down by his friend’s forceful push.
‘I can’t believe you’d expect me to look you in the eyes after seeing you fuck our teacher??’ he shouted, looking down with disgust. ‘This is so fucked up! I feel sick!’
Ginny tried her best not to let her tear welled eyes fall onto her brother, she didn’t even know what to say.
‘I’m so sorry,’ cried Ron directly to Harry, ‘please listen! I swear I can explain!’ But He was ignored.
‘Grab onto me,’ Harry said to Ginny.
She did so, and was lifted up into the air by Harry, who was holding onto Fawkes’ gleaming tail feathers. Soaring upwards, she was still worried for her brother who was left down in the darkness. She asked Harry if they should go back for him.
‘I’ll send Fawkes down again to get them both,’ He replied. He was too confused and upset to see Ron right now. How could his crush do this to him? And while he was risking his life to save his sister too! What did Gilderoy Lockhart have that he didn’t? Harry knew one thing - he was going to make sure to prove to Ron what he was missing.