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Title: The Dance of Eros, Chapter Two �Under the Stars�

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That privilege lies
with J.K. Rowling. This story is not intended to break any copyright laws, nor
is it being used to make money.

Author�s Notes: Just finished another semester in college,
so I decided to do some writing over the break! I hope you enjoy!

Story Notes: Takes place during their fourth year, but not
meant to coincide with the events in �Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire;�
sort of an alternate universe, if you�d like.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Harry, Draco/Ron/Harry, maybe a
mention of Fred/George (hey, who can resist that?)

Rated: NC-17, eventually.

Contains: Romance, homosexuality, sex, profanity, and a
right little bit of me showing off my astronomy knowledge (stupid college�don�t
they know that a little bit of knowledge can be a dangerous thing in my
hands???).

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�� The first
week of classes was a blur. It seemed as if the teachers were bearing a grudge
against the fourth-years as mountains and mountains of homework began to pile
up. The one class Harry could say that he thoroughly enjoyed was Defense
Against the Dark Arts. This was not just because that was always his favorite
class of all, but also because this year Dumbledore was teaching it due to the
lack of any person willing to take the job.

�� The
headmaster had shown them more in one week of class than Harry can remember
ever learning in any other class to date. It seemed as if Dumbledore�s
knowledge and abilities were endless.

�� Aside from
the pleasantness of that one class, however, Harry was having the most peculiar
first week at Hogwarts he could remember. First off, though Snape still glared
at him and generally made him feel like the worst criminal in the world, he had
not been singling Harry out in class as he usually did. There had not been one
single humiliating comment made about him by the menacing teacher, and,
frankly, Harry was finding it to be a bit foreboding. Secondly, Professor
Sinistra, the astronomy teacher, told them that she would begin giving them
nighttime observation assignments at least twice a month, something she had
never done before. The first one would be due in two weeks. She let them choose
partners and Hermione, foreseeing the inevitable if she were partnered with
either Harry or Ron, immediately asked Neville if he would like to be her
partner. So, Harry and Ron decided that they would just have to work together.
And, finally, Harry had found that after their first night back from the summer
holiday, he could not keep his eyes off of his best friend.

�� Harry had
discovered over the break that he fancied boys. He had accepted that after some
intense thinking. However, he decided not to tell Hermione or Ron. It was not
that he did not trust them or feel as if they would no longer be his friends;
he just felt that this was much too personal and he sort of liked having a
secret all his own. It was as if there was a side to him that no one, not even
his best friends, knew about.

�� Regardless
of his newfound feelings for his friend, they still already had a project to
do. It was Saturday night, and the nighttime observation assignment for
astronomy only had a week left to be finished and Harry knew that they had
better get a move on it for fear of waiting until the last minute and finding
it to be cloudy.

�� Hey, Ron,
got any plans tonight?� Harry casually asked as he took up a chair next to his
friend who was sitting in the common room fretfully scribbling something out on
a piece of parchment.

�� Grimacing
at the essay he appeared to be writing, or, rather, trying to write, Ron
answered, �Just trying to finish Snape�s essay he gave us. Hermione said it was
my own fault for putting it off until now.� He looked over to one of the half a
dozen books he had scattered around and looked up something on a page Harry
could not really make out.

�� Oh,� Harry
said. �I was just wondering if you wanted to try and get that astronomy thing
out of the way. You know, get it done early and all.�

�� Ron looked
up at him with a bemused expression on his face and asked, �Who are you and
what have you done with my best friend?� Then a suspicious look replaced the
previous one and he said, �Hermione, is that you? Have you been brewing
polyjuice potion again?�

�� Harry
quickly answered this with a swift jab to Ron�s arm and a shout of, �No!� He
laughed at Ron�s joke and continued, �I just thought we should try and get it
done and not have to worry about the weather later in the week. I checked
outside and there�s not a cloud in the sky.� It was true, the sun was just
setting behind the forest and though the sky was filled with streaks of red,
orange, yellow, purple, and blue, there was not one cloud there. �Besides,� he
went on, �it�ll give you a break from Snape�s essay.�

�� Yeah,
speaking of which, why aren�t you down here trying like mad to finish your
essay like I am?� Ron asked.

�� Harry
grinned sheepishly and replied, �I already finished it.�

�� And you
didn�t have any problems? What about this bit right here?� And he pointed to
the second part of the assignment that he had scribbled down on a piece of
parchment the other day in class.

�� Um�� Harry
hesitated. He would rather not tell Ron this, but he guess he had no choice.
�Hermione and I finished it about two days ago in the library.�

�� WHAT?!?�
Ron exploded.

�� Harry
flinched and immediately explained, �Well, it�s just that I asked when she was
planning on working on it because I really did want to get it done and she�s
told us tons of times not to put things off or she just might not help us anymore
and�� but Ron motioned for him to stop.

�� It�s okay,
I understand. She told me that too. And, I guess it�s my fault. Still, you�re
going to help me with this later, right?�

�� Harry
hesitated once more. He of course wanted to help Ron, but he did not want to
incur Hermione�s wrath. �Sure, Ron. I�ll help you later. But, first, the
observations.� What Hermione doesn�t know won�t hurt her�he thought.

�� Ron quickly
packed away all of his things in his school bag and asked Harry to wait for him
while he went up stairs to put it away and grab his astronomy materials. He
came bounding down the stairs about five minutes later carrying a bottle of
ink, a quill, and a star map, along with the instructions for the homework.

�� Together,
the two friends made their way through the castle and out into the grounds. The
sun had, by this time, finished setting, and a sea of stars was visible
overhead. Harry had to admit that one advantage of having Hogwarts practically
in the middle of nowhere, with the exception of the small village of Hogsmeade,
made for very little, if any, light to get in the way of seeing the entire
night sky.

�� They
continued walking around the edge of the castle, looking for the perfect place
to sit down, relax, and complete the assignment. During this, Harry could not
help but notice how warm the September evening air was. It was somewhat humid,
but not too much, and when he breathed in, the smells of freshly cut grass and
wildflowers reached his nose, along with something else he could not quite
identify.

�� Finally
finding an acceptable place to sit down, the pair pulled out their supplies and
spread everything out on the grass. Harry took out his wand and flicked it
once, quietly muttering, �Lumos!� Immediately, a small light appeared at
the end of his wand, giving them enough light to see their maps so that they
did not have to try drawing things as if they were blind.

�� Ron turned
to him and said, �Okay, it says that for this first assignment, all she wants
us to do is to find one constellation, draw it on the map here, then label any
significant stars and their characteristics. That doesn�t sound too bad, does
it?�

�� An hour
later, they were still arguing over what was a constellation and what was not.
Ron was arguing that what Harry thought were three separate constellations were
in actuality only one, but he could not seem to decide on which one it was.

�� Well, it�s
obviously the uh�the Great, um�the Great Flobberworm of the Northern Sky!� He
said defensively.

�� Harry burst
out laughing at this and had to hold onto his sides for fear they would burst.
After calming down, he managed to say, though he was panting somewhat heavily,
�First of all! How exactly is a flobberworm shaped like that?!?� He grinned at
the slightly embarrassed expression on Ron�s face. �And, secondly, there is no
flobberworm constellation!� After this, he could not take it anymore and
continued laughing, rolling over in the soft, springy grass. Ron just sat there
continuing to look dejected.

�� Well,
fine! Since you�re such a genius when it comes to astronomy, you find one!� He
challenged.

�� Ten minutes
later, Harry had located a constellation he knew. �See that one right there?
No, this way Ron�over here. Hold on.� Ron was trying to see where he was
pointing, but his line of sight and Harry�s line of sight were just not lining
up. So, Harry grabbed his wand that he had left sticking straight up out of the
ground and pointed it towards the sky.

�� Hyperios!�
He said, and a thin, but powerful beam of light shot from his wand so that he
could point out the stars making up the constellation. �See, Ron? It�s the
constellation Cygnus. It�s supposed to be a swan.�

�� Oh! I can
see it!� Ron exclaimed. Harry blushed slightly as he realized that Ron was
craning his neck over Harry�s shoulder to try and see it in Harry�s line of
sight. The warm breath from Ron�s words tickled over the place where his neck
and his shoulder met and he felt a strange, warm feeling surge through him.

�� Giving his
wand another flick and muttering �Lumos!� he replaced it in the ground
between them so that they could see their maps once more and said, �We�d better
draw it quickly and get back upstairs. We don�t want to get caught out of bed
after hours by a teacher or anything.�

�� They continued working on in silence until
Harry said, �Oh, Ron, don�t forget that you need to label an important
star�this one right here, see? It�s the head of the swan. This one is named
Alberio. It�s one of the most famous double star systems.�

�� Wait, how
do you spell that?� He asked.

�� Harry just gave
him his map and said, �Here, copy mine.�

�� While Ron
was copying Harry�s work, Harry looked him over once more. The moon had risen
since they had come outside and the light coming from it bathed Ron�s pale skin
in an eerie glow. Harry could practically count each of the individual freckles
visible on Ron�s skin. Though, he was now forced to wonder how many more
freckles he could find in other places not currently visible.

�� His tour of
Ron�s flesh continued up his graceful neck and came to rest on Ron�s lips. It
was right then that he noticed something was wrong. The angle he was seeing
things at should not be possible unless�

�� Harry?�
Ron asked, his voice softer than usual. He was looking right at him and all
Harry could do was sit there paralyzed, forcibly brought out of his visual
inspection of Ron�s body by the fact that Ron had caught him in the act.

�� Please
let him not have noticed�please let him pretend like nothing happened! Harry
thought urgently. He did not want to tell his friends that he had discovered he
was gay, not for fear of losing them, but because he felt it was a private
matter. However, that was an entirely separate thing than trying to explain to
your best friend that you were sexually attracted to him after he had just
caught you staring at him in a way that clearly said just that.

�� At the look
of fear on Harry�s face, Ron�s features softened and he whispered, �Harry�� one
more time. Harry could tell that he had obviously added two and two together
and come up with the right answer.

�� He expected
the worst. He expected anger, shouting, disgust etched all over his now
ex-friend�s face. Instead, he got exactly the opposite of any of these things.
He got exactly what he did not expect. He felt a brush of soft lips against his
own and Ron�s hand taking his in a firm embrace.

�� Ron?
What�s�� Harry began to ask, but was interrupted.

�� Shhh�it�s
okay.� Ron whispered and leaned in once more, pressing his lips urgently to
Harry�s. Harry could not do anything but press back with equal force, his mind
reeling, and his body left immobile from the sensations running through it.

�� Suddenly,
Harry felt Ron�s tongue glide against his lips, seeking to be let inside. He
parted his lips slightly and felt Ron�s warm, slick tongue slide inside and
begin to massage his own. The hand that was gripping his own suddenly shifted
and he felt Ron�s fingers interlaced with his own. Ron�s other hand traveled
slowly and lightly up his back and came to a rest on his neck, gently pressing
Harry forward even further into the kiss.

�� Harry shut
his eyes, unable to think of anything about the outside world while the intense
battle between their tongues rages on inside Harry�s mouth. It was the greatest
thing Harry had ever experienced and he wanted it to last forever. He instinctively
raised his hands and brought one of them to Ron�s side, the other one to his
chest. He had never realized how much he had wanted to experience this, his
first kiss. But, he was even more surprised by how happy he felt that of all
the people in the world, he was sharing his first kiss with his best friend.

�� Time seemed
to stand still for them, and yet at the same time it felt like an eternity.
Upon recollection, Harry was sure that during that passionate moment between
the two of them, a million stars flared into existence, and even more faded
away into the darkness, consumed by the universe from which they had spawned.
But, when he felt Ron�s mouth pull away from his own, and he opened his eyes,
he realized that only a few minutes had passed.

�� Ron?� He
asked. He was unsure of Ron�s reaction to all of this as Ron was seemingly
staring off into space in the general direction of Harry�s face. �Ron, are you
okay?�

�� Ron blinked
a few times and then moved away from him on all fours, quickly picking up his
things and adjusting his clothes to get everything back in order. �C�mon, we
should be getting back.�

�� In the
light from Harry�s wand, if Ron had looked carefully, he would see a single
tear fall down Harry�s cheek before that light was extinguished. All Harry
could think was: Didn�t he feel anything?

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Author�s Post-Story Notes: There you are! Another chapter�I
hope you enjoyed it! And feel free to give me any suggestions you may have,
otherwise general comments are appreciated. And, now, studying for my
psychology test!
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