Author: Mosh
Fandom: Harry Potter

Title: That First Morning
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: The boys wake up.
Disclaimer: These boys belong to J.K Rowling. No money being made, no copyright or trademark infringement intended.
A/N: Part of a ficlet spree I did on livejournal. This one is kind of sweet. With thanks to Donna Immaculata for the beta! 500 words.

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Harry woke to the sensation of having someone else's hair up his nose. For a moment, he wasn't sure what was going on. But only for a moment. He smiled, moving his head to kiss the back of Ron's neck.

"Morning."

"Hmph."

"Guess what?" Harry threw one leg across Ron's thighs, rubbing himself against Ron's hip like a sleepy cat curling on a warm rug.

"Mm, uh, huh?"

Ron turned his sleepy face towards Harry, leaning in for a kiss, but stopped, drawing back. Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

"Morning breath," Ron mumbled, looking a little put out by it.

Harry reached for his wand, muttering a spell Ron hadn't heard before. Oh! Ron’s mouth fizzed, filling with a distinct minty taste.

"Hey, how did you do that?"

Harry rested his wand back on the bedside table. "Snape taught me that one," he said, turning to throw his arm across Ron's waist, pulling him close. "'Said that in a war 'one wasn't to bother with useless tools of hygiene...Potter!'." Harry grinned. "It's a variation of Scourgify, 'specially for teeth." He leaned in to brush his mouth across Ron's, but ended up sliding his tongue between Ron's lips to taste him. Ron liked that. A lot.

"Nice," He said with a contented sigh, as Harry pulled away to breathe. "Fuck me?"

"I was trying," Harry said. He pulled Ron's pyjama bottoms down, followed by his own, kissing the nape of Ron's neck, then biting.

"You said guess what..." Ron murmured.

"Hm?" Harry ground his hips again. It was just so nice doing this. "Oh... huh?"

"You woke me up saying guess what."

"Oh... yeah," Harry smiled, running one hand up and down Ron's back. He liked the way Ron felt - all warm, and muscled and Ron. "I was going to say, guess what - I'm not married today."

Ron laughed, shifting to pin Harry down against the mattress. "Exactly." Kiss. "You're not married today." He curled one hand around Harry's erection, stroking so gently that Harry wriggled for more. "Regrets?" he added.

Harry shook his head adamantly. He wriggled again. "Neither has she. She's got the house - oh, mmm - after all. Stop that, you tease..."

Ron looked amused. "It was a very nice house."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "But you weren't in it, so."

"Did she... you know... know?"

"She knew. She thought it'd pass, or maybe it was some strange after effect of the war." He smiled. "But she saw the way I looked at you. I think the last few weeks in particular proved it to her. Thank God she spoke up first, or this finger," he held up the second to last finger on his left hand, a thin band of skin paler than the rest near the base, "would still be worth as much as it was yesterday. It's a much poorer finger now."

Ron sighed. "I'll get you a ring. After we fuck." He dipped to kiss Harry's jaw, then lower, to nip at his neck.

"Ron, we don't need rings for this."

Which, Ron realised - as he stroked Harry until he came with a moan - they really didn't.

~Fin~