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This is my first fanfic or slash. I posted this to  twistedpotterIt is NC17 I guess, for implied sex.. And the pairing is Harry/Ron and Ron/Hermionie Info: Ron needs muggle-dating tips..Harry is happy to provide! " You know, I'm starting to really like Transfiguration with old McGonnogall" Ron said as he, Harry and Hermione left their last class before lunch. "Sure!" Harry offered. "So you can turn into a bar of soap and hangout in the girl's lavatory." As the boys laughed, Hermionie looked as if she had swallowed her wand. Before the corridor could fill with her astonished voice, Ron told her Harry was only kidding. Smiling, albeit disapprovingly, Hermionie followed her friends into the Great Hall. The boys sat down at the Gryffindor table as Hermionie skipped off to the head table "Professor! Oh professor I have a question ab.." "Honestly Ron, she's always so serious! How can you stand being with her? For a friend she's smashing, but did you see her face when I said that about the soap?" "Yeah Weasley" chimed in Seamus. "What d'you two do on dates? Go to the library? Practice secret spells?" Seamus stopped; suddenly realizing his last remark could mean something quite un-studious, which would destroy his argument that Ron and Hermionie were an odd couple. Ron's face turned the colour of his famous Weasley hair, and the table was silent until the large plates vanished once the goblets had drained. Hermionie stood up, off to a class as always, and Ron accompanied her, his long freckled arm around her skirted waist. Ron dashed into the classroom. "S-sorry I'm late Professor, I was..uh.." "Walking your girlfriend to class, Weasel? Just back from a snog?" Malfoy sneered over his smoldering cauldron. Ron slid into his seat beside Harry, looking uneasy. Harry took notice of this, and the fact that Ron didn't even care about losing Gryffindor 5 points for being late. "He's jealous Ron…only thing that'd snog him is a mountain troll!" "Gotta talk to you Harry. Not now. After class." Harry's mind wandered as the class took down notes with their quills. His, however, was in his mouth as it was when he was concentrating. Lucky it was one of the sugar ones from Honeydukes. 'Ron sounds upset about something. What does he want to talk about? Hrmm… I wonder what would make him feel better…when we talk I'll give him some of my chocolate frogs..he'll like that..' "Mr Potter! Class has finished!" "Oh ..right..". Harry stood up in the now empty classroom, and went to the door when Ron was waiting. "Harry, we'll go to the dorm, ok?" Ron, wanting him and Harry to be alone, drew the red velvet curtains that enclosed Harry's bed. He needn't have worried; Dean and Seamus were busy in Muggle Studies, and Neville had detention for messing up in Potions again. Harry thought about the drawn curtains and empty dorm, and how useful they would be for… "Harry? You there?" "Sorry Ron. I'm listening." Harry and Ron sat side by side against the headboard, unwrapping chocolate frogs. "It's Hermionie. I don't know…I mean…it is fun and all, being with her, but it's the same as being friends t…like normal…well, 'cept you're not there!" Ron smiled, expecting the last part of his explanation to be amusing. Harry didn't think so. He knew too well that he was missing from the equation. "And after the jokes from Seamus and Malfoy, I mean, she's so smart…I can't even work a wand right…what's the point?" Ron looked so crushed that Harry impulsively put his arm around him, wishing he could do more. He reminded Ron that he liked Hermionie, careful to avoid the word love, and that she liked him too. "But sometimes I wonder if she might be better off with someone smarter…maybe with muggle background that could cuddle with her and do all those muggle couple things she likes to do" Ron spat out with distaste. He then looked up at Harry. "Someone like you." Harry was shocked. "But..but Ron! I don't like Hermionie, I like y.." "What's that? Who do you like? I always thought you might fancy her." "No, nobody. Well…she's pretty and all, but.." "Well then, will you teach me some muggle tricks? Like's she's always running her hand down my leg like this…and...I dunno what she wants me to do…" Harry was appalled. He felt like a ten-year old girl that would practice kissing at a slumber party. But…."Sure. I'll show you." Hermionie entered the common room that evening from the girls stairwell grinning like she had aced her Arithmancy exam. She hadn't. Ron, seconds later, snuck down and turned to give Harry the thumbs-up. Harry sighed…the pleasure he had gotten out of touching Ron like that was buried now by the thought of Ron and Hermionie doing the same things just minutes ago. Hermionie's legs bare and being stroked, Hermionie moving against Ron's touch…Harry felt his thighs clench and excused himself from the common room. He went upstairs and did that thing he was sure only muggle boys would ever do. But he felt better after, his head clear, and a few less images of Ron in his mind. "Harry!" Ron yelled, and met Harry coming down the stairs in a large and lanky embrace. "That was brilliant!" "Hm? Oh, she liked that." Harry glumly noticed the shimmer of excitement in Ron's eyes. It wouldn't last long. Ron would realize boys shouldn't teach other boys the things they were practicing while Hermionie did Charms work for Flitwick. "More tonight ok? I need you to show me this other thing." Harry had absolutely no idea how wizards and witches courted one another, but the fact that he was teaching Ron to "muggle-kiss" and "muggle-out" was indeed strange; Strange, but glorious. Ron entered the room and put the lock on the door. "Algirht then Harry?" "Alright. Show me where you two left off". The muggle-kissing he saw on the television was easy, and it just seemed so natural to Harry that he should continue. He had never done so before, but the actions just flowed..the boys were on the bed and "maybe" Harry thought, "just maybe, Ron is enjoying this too. He should know that this part was definitely not a teaching technique". Harry was beneath Ron, and began rocking his still fully clothed hips against the red-haired boy. Harry knew that he himself was as hard as Hagrid's rock cakes that he always tried to serve, but wondered about Ron. "Harry! Where'd you pick this up? Oooh…. That feels...." Harry stripped Ron's shirt off and began massaging his chest with his hands, in rhythm to the rocking of their lower halves. Ron's eyes rolled a little, and his breath fluttered. He shivered. Then stopped Harry moving under him. "Harry!! Uh-oh..I..um…" Harry grinned. He had been right. Wizard boys didn't do to themselves what muggle boys had been doing for years. So Ron must be surprised to say the least. "Nah…that's supposed to happen Ron. It's the fun part. That's what we're aiming for. Besides, I can tell Hermionie a much better way to do it…" Catching his breath, Ron shook his head, and smiled slightly. "Well now, will you be wanting that to happen too? It's only fair! " Ron's hands moved lower under Harry's robes. "Alohamorah!" Suddenly Hermionie was in the doorway, looking in onto a very interesting scene. "Hermionie! I um.." "We were um…oh shit…" "Well!" Hermionie said brightly. " I'm sure I can find a book on this somewhere!" comments appreciated...keep in mind it is my first ever....maybe I'll write a better one so
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