Ron climbed into Harry’s bed on several more of Harry’s restless nights in the few weeks that remained before their return to Hogwarts for fifth year, and Harry even found his way into Ron’s bed on a couple nights when the nightmares had been bad, but not bad enough that he’d woken Ron. Indian sex Clearly Harry had remembered the silencing charm as there was no sound coming from the room, but he’d not bothered with a locking spell, which Ron added as he entered the warm, steamy room. Ron loved the way Harry’s body had matured over the past two years, more hard lines and angles, taller and more muscled from Quidditch, and from his tireless defense practice in preparation for this inevitable battle with Voldemort. Each was content with what they did together, sometimes just watching, sometimes helping, both acknowledging that sometimes it just takes the touch of another person to really make “that” need go away. Lost in this blissful thought, Harry didn’t notice that Ron too was awake, or he might’ve made some effort to suppress his grin and camouflage the protrusion in his pants as he walked past Ron’s bed towards the loo. Harry didn’t release his grip until Ron spilled between them, his mouth slightly open as if lost somewhere between pleasure and shock.
