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Semblance of Normality	By : Ladylala04 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or the characters. They are a product of J.K. Rowling's wonderful mind. This story is purely a work of fiction and it serves for entertainment purposes only. I gain no monetary profit from this story.

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Thanks again Salon_Kitty for your fast Beta work and for helping me with my pronoun problem. =P

. . .By the time Harry made it back to the flat, the sun had already beaten him home. He flopped backwards on his bed and cast a lazy Tempus. The ghostly white numbers wisped into existence and hovered in front of his face. Harry groaned when he saw the time and rolled over onto his stomach. He was completely knackered but he was due to report into work in an hour and a half. Since he didn’t have enough time to get a proper kip, he figured he might as well get up and start his day.

He went to his wardrobe and pulled out some fresh clothes, grabbed a towel, and headed to the shower. On his way to the loo, he had to pass Ron and Hermione’s room. He wasn’t surprised to see the door wide open and them missing because it had become sort of a ritual for them to go and make breakfast together after a great night of shagging. He could hear and smell the eggs and rashers sizzling in the pan.

When Harry reached for the handle of the door to the loo, he was startled because it was suddenly snatched away. He quickly withdrew his hand when his eyes settled on an amazing sight. Ron stood before him, soaking wet and ABSOLUTELY NAKED!!!! Well, he did have a flimsy maroon towel wrapped around his waist, but Harry’s mind didn’t immediately register that.

“Harry,” Ron said taking a step forward invading the brunette’s personal space. “I’ve been looking all over for you. We really need to talk.” The heavenly scent of toothpaste and aftershave assaulted Harry’s senses.

Ron grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him down the hallway. Harry stared at the strong muscles of the Ron’s back as they walked hastily. He found himself utterly hypnotized by the towel around his mate’s hips. Every step he took, the towel slipped lower; threatening to expose the very top of his very lickable cleft.

Ron pulled Harry into his and Hermione’s room and quickly shut the door. He grabbed his wand from the night stand and in rapid succession cast a locking and silencing charm. Harry shifted nervously wondering why his mostly naked friend would pull him into his room and lock and silence the door. Ron turned on him and got into his personal space again. When Harry took a step back, Ron took another one forward. Harry was starting to get very nervous.

Why was Ron getting so close? Was he…could he be… was he trying to… Harry’s mind was going wild with thoughts!!!!

Oh Gods, oh Gods!! Breathe, Potter, breathe!! Wait, don’t breathe too much you haven’t cleaned your teeth yet!!

Harry’s retreating steps ended when the back of his legs hit the bed. Ron stopped and gave him a curious look. “Well, aren’t you gonna sit down?” The only reason Harry obeyed was because his knees gave out. What was going to happen? What was Ron going to do?

“Harry,” Ron said with a seriously sexy look. “I need to talk to you about… Hermione.”

With just those few words Harry’s pathetic hopes of a tryst were shattered. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he really believe that the very-straight-Ron would try to do something with him while his beautiful girlfriend was just down the hall making them all a wonderful breakfast? Harry had sunk to an all new low. This was worse then the time he had gotten a stiffy while they had hugged him in appreciation for starting a load of laundry for them.

Ron began to pace back and forth nervously. Harry couldn’t help but to notice what a magnificent creature his friend had become. The scrawny body with lanky limbs and awkward movements was long gone. Ron now had a muscular build and more graceful movements thanks to his near three years of Auror training. The bloke looked like he could be a professional Quidditch Beater or a Rugby player if he learned the sport. Ron’s current state of undress was making it hard for Harry to sit still. Ron stopped pacing, took a deep breath, and faced Harry.

“Well, you see… you know how much I love Hermione. She’s a wonderful woman and we’ve been so happy but blah blah blah… Harry tried so hard to listen to his worried friend but he found himself terribly distracted by a droplet of water that was starting to travel over the shoulder of the burly man in front of him. It ran slowly over his chiseled chest and came to a near-stop by his dusty-pink left nipple. Harry licked his lips and swallowed.

Pay attention, you daft sod. He reprimanded himself.

“… and I’ve been having wonky thoughts lately about blah blah blah blah….” Harry’s mind slipped again while Ron continued speaking. The water droplet was on the move. It crept its way from the nipple and cascaded down the steep slope of Ron’s tight stomach. It zigged and zagged around his navel and graced the light trail of ginger hair that led to the grand prize before getting absorbed by the towel. That instant, Harry felt his nether region stir.

Oh, how he wished he could trace the droplet’s trail with his tongue.

“Harry.”

He would stop and work the nipple a little longer though.

“Harry.”

He also would give kisses and nibbles down the stomach before grabbing the towel and…

“Harry! Did you hear a word I said?!” near-panicked Ron shouted.

“Yes! No! I mean, yes, Ron, I heard you. Well, could you repeat the last part again?”

“I said,” Ron repeated slightly annoyed. “I’m going to ask Hermione to marry me and I want us to elope as soon as possible!”

Harry felt like his heartbeat had stopped and someone had killed his budding erection with a well aimed Avada Kedavra.

No. This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. He should have had at least another two years with them before they went off together leaving him all alone. What was he going to do with them going now? He hadn’t even started to build his cool Charlie-like persona of a lifetime bachelor/playboy whom transcended traditional relationships.

“WHAT?” Harry shouted.

“Blimey, Harry, what’s wrong with you this morning? I… said… I’m… going… to… ask…” Ron spoke to Harry as if he were a dimwit.

“I heard what you said, you git!” Harry jumped to his feet and began pacing like Ron had a few moments ago. What was he going to do? What was he going to do? Harry glanced at Ron and saw the look of panic etched all over his face.

You’re going to stop being a selfish prat and attend to your friend who obviously needs your support right now,he told himself. Harry stopped pacing and let out a sigh.

“Ron, I know you and Hermione are serious now, but don’t you think you’re rushing things a bit, mate?”

“Harry, I already told you why I have to do it. You nodded your head the entire time I was explaining it to you. Why do you have a problem with it now?” Ron asked.

Damn, damn, damn! Harry had missed the most important part of the conversation because of that damned water droplet. Why the hell did Ron have to gallivant around partially nude and distract him? Why couldn’t he be body-shy like a normal person? Now Harry couldn’t admit he wasn’t listening because it might cause Ron to ask why, and he definitely wasn’t going to tell him.

“Uhh,” Harry tried to throw him off. “W-Why do you want to elope?”

“Because I need to do it right now. ”

“What about your family?”

“I don’t think I can handle Mum and her wedding planning madness. George barely survived it last year. ”

“Ron, you cannot rob your Mum of seeing her youngest boy walking down the aisle. That wouldn’t be fair to her, and eloping wouldn’t be fair to Hermione’s family either. ”

“Well, what am I suppose to do Harry?”

“I really suggest you slow down and go about this the proper way. What if you propose and tell her you want to elope and she turns you down. How would you feel then?”

“I would be devastated. ”

“Then all the more reason to do it right, don’t you think?” Ron frowned but reluctantly nodded his head.

Harry smiled at his friend and turned towards the door expecting the wards to come down because the conversation was over, but when they didn’t, Harry glanced over and saw that Ron was still looking edgy. He thought they had already talked the problem out. What else could have made him upset?

“Ron, what’s wrong?” Harry asked sincerely.

“I know we talked about the marriage bit, but you didn’t say what you thought about the other stuff I mentioned. ” Ron’s panic was replaced with fright.

Harry stood and tried to hide the utterly perplexed look on his face. Exactly just how much of their little talk did he actually miss? Judging by Ron’s horrified look, he must have confided something terrible to Harry, and now he was waiting to see how his friend would react. Harry couldn’t admit he had no idea what he was talking about. So, he decided to bluff his way through until somehow he could get to a Pensive and sort it out later.

Harry placed his hand on Ron’s shoulder and gave him a little pat. “Don’t worry about that other stuff; it’s going to be ok. You’re still my mate no matter what. Just relax, everything will be fine in the end, you’ll see. ”

When Harry went to remove his hand, Ron did something that he didn’t expect. The redhead suddenly turned and swept him up into a massive hug, wrapping his long freckled arms around his waist. Harry’s body stiffened from a moment of hesitation then he slowly enclosed his arms around Ron’s neck.

Under any normal circumstance, Harry’s lascivious mind would be busy trying to analyze the exact feel of the man he held so intimately and file the memory away to use as wanking fodder later. However, this hug was different and the moment was not to be defiled. There was so much emotion pouring into the hug, that Harry felt like it was déjà vu. And instead of being lost and frightened in a snowy wood by a frozen lake, they were warm and safe in a now peaceful world. As great as the feeling had been, the only thing that could have made it truly divine was if the woman down the hall was sharing the moment with them.

The warm moist heat of Ron’s breath blowing gently against his ear is what brought Harry back to the present.

Ron let out a heavy sigh and whispered, “Thank you for understanding Harry. I know what I just told you was a hell of a shocker, but thanks for not turning your back on me. ” Ron gave him a tighter squeeze then let him go. He let the wards down, and then opened the door.

“Sorry about yakking your ear off, I really needed to get that off my chest. That’s why I was looking for you last night. Where’d you go anyway?”

“I, umm,” Harry was still trying to come down from the high Ron’s hug had given him. “I went to Hog’s Head for a drink. ”

“In the middle of the night?”

“I really wanted one at the time. ”

“Oh, is everything alright?” Ron looked concerned.

“Yea, everything is fine. Promise,” Harry lied.

“Ok, well I guess I’ll see you at breakfast. Smells like Hermione started cooking without me. ” Ron gave another smile before closing the door with Harry on the other side of it.

Harry turned and walked in a daze to the loo. Ron just told him a deep dark secret and he had no idea what it could have been. He hoped that maybe he didn’t need a Pensive. Perhaps a little time in the shower would help jog his memory; if it didn’t then he’d be totally screwed.

End Notes: MarksPet I'm so sorry there wasn't any action in this chapter. I had to break it into two and the smutt in in the other half. SORRY!!!!
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