Charity

By LadyDiablo

Pairing: Ron/Harry

Warning: Slash/Yaoi. Don't like, Don't read.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling.

Summary: Ron and Hermione entered Harry to run the Kissing-booth in a Fundraiser at Hogwarts. There is only one problem: he does not know how to kiss. Who will teach him?

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Chapter 1

"What did you say you did?" The voice did not have to be loud to carry the massage. In fact, it was quite low.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other guiltily before looking at the furious Harry again. The green eyes were narrowed behind the glasses and the pupils were dilated.

"We entered you as the charge of the Kissing-booth at the Fundraiser."

Harry blinked owlishly for a moment, before returning to his state of panic. Because that was what he was, panicked. Not furious or even particular angry, he was so panicked and scared he did not know how to react. He sank down in an armchair conveniently placed behind him. His hand dragged through his dark hair, messing it up more than it was. He was not sure he had grasped the idea of what his friends had said yet.

Hogwarts were to have a Fundraiser where the benefits would go to building an orphanage for wizarding children. The activities at the Fundraiser varied greatly: The Weasley twins took the opportunity to merchandise their business and Molly Weasley would bake some of her famous blueberry pies. Seamus would demonstrate to wizards and witches how different muggle inventions worked, such as cars and hair-dryers. He had actually gotten Headmaster Dumbledore's permission to bring a real car to the Fundraiser. Ginny, on the contrary from Seamus, was showing muggle parents various wizarding solutions like self-cleaning charms and moving pictures. The list was endless, and of all the things Ron and Hermione could have chosen, they chose the Kissing-booth! He would never live it down.

He groaned as he leaned forward and put his head in his hands. "How? How could you do this to me?" he whined pathetically.

Hermione put a hand on his shoulder. "Well, we think you would be perfect for the job. You're popular and would bring in a lot of money." At this point Harry was not sure why he was friends with the girl. Sure, she was intelligent, but this time she had missed one thing. One major thing.

It was not that he did not want to be part of the kissing-booth; it was just that he did not have that much…experience. Make that none at all. He did not want every girl at Hogwarts thinking he was a bad kisser; that would be embarrassing. They were in their sixth year, the closest he had gotten to a kiss were the pecks on the cheek he had gotten from Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley, and those hardly counted. He did not count the fiasco with Cho, of course. Sure, both Hermione and Ginny were beautiful and smart, but they felt too much like sisters to him.

"Yeah, sure. I understand, it's just because I'm the boy-who-lived, isn't it?" he asked, irritated at both his friends and himself.

"Of course not, Harry!" Hermione said, but she lacked conviction.

He looked at them, desperately trying to find an answer. "Then why?"

"Well, it's for a good cause!" Ron said after a few seconds of awkward silence. Hermione nodded frantically.

"And you're good-looking!" she added.

Harry glared at them, thinking of different ways of killing them. Without a word of warning, he stormed up to the dormitories in a huff. He slammed the door, scaring the wits out of Neville who sat on his bed doing his Herbology homework.

Neville laughed nervously. "Oh, it's you Harry. You scared me half to death."

"Yeah, you were scared half to death last week in Snape's class too. I wonder what happens when someone is scared half to death twice." This was said quietly, under his breath as he kicked his bed before sitting down on it.

Neville shot him a scared and hurt look at the overheard remark. Immediately Harry felt bad for taking out his anger on the other boy.

"I'm sorry, Neville. I am just frustrated with Ron and Hermione. I know, I know, it is no excuse, but…they just do not learn, do they? Why do they have to get me involved in everything they do?"

Neville sighed at Harry's tirade. "What have they done this time?"

Harry flung himself on his back on the bed. "You don't want to know."

"You mean that they actually entered you to the Kissing-booth?" Neville asked fascinated.

Harry's head shot up in surprise, seconds later his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You were in on it?"

"Of course not." He hurried to reassure the irritated boy, lest he take his anger out on him again. "I just couldn't avoid overhearing their plans a few days ago. They were talking about it rather loudly, you know."

"They were, were they?" Harry started to get extremely irritated now. Neville jumped down from his bed and without a word, hurried out of the dorm, not wanting to anger Harry further. Harry rolled over to his stomach, feeling all his anger and irritation run out of him. He put his hands over his head and groaned tiredly. How in the world would he convince Ron and Hermione that he really did not want to be in charge of the Kissing-booth?

Just as he was busy feeling sorry for himself, he heard a small timid knock on the door. Harry sat up on the bed, knowing instantly who it was. The door opened slowly and Ron peeked around the doorframe. He entered hesitantly, Hermione right after him.

"What do you want?" Harry said in a low, tired voice. They looked at each other guiltily and he rolled his eyes at their behavior. Really, even though he was angry, he would not kill them or anything.

Hermione's face changed to a look of discomfort. "We just wanted to say that we're sorry that we didn't ask you before. We should have, really, but we thought that you wanted to do it." Harry looked at them in surprise and a little disbelief. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"We know that you're popular, Harry. We did not think it would be such a big deal for you. I mean, it's nothing you haven't done before…" At the last sentence, Harry looked down in shame and embarrassment. He did not hear Hermione continue her tirade.

Ron was silent, but he watched Harry closely, seeing the reactions to what Hermione said. He noticed the awkward expression on Harry's face, and did not know what to think at first. Then it occurred to him like a lightening from the sky, as he heard what the girl was rambling about.

"I mean, it's nothing you haven't done before…"

He quickly grabbed on to Hermione's hand to stop her rambling. Ron knew about Harry's sexuality, he had known for quite some time, and had been waiting for Harry to gather up the courage to tell Hermione. Before he had found out, he had stupidly thought that Harry fancied Hermione and had encouraged him to do something about it. One evening when they sat in their dorms, Harry had said unexpectedly, that he thought he was gay. He had to admit, it came as a shock and he really had not seen it coming. However, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Harry had not had a date that worked out, or even beyond the first date. He had been so afraid that Ron would hate him after that, but he did not know that both Bill and Charlie were gay and both had boyfriends. It did not bother him one bit; in fact, he found it rather exciting, though he would not admit it to anyone. He had encouraged Harry to tell Hermione, and eventually he had and she had been fine with it, of course.

"Hermione-" Ron tried but she was still in the middle of her rambling. He tried again.

"Hermione!"

She turned to him with a slight irritated expression. "What!"

"He hasn't kissed anyone. " He said bluntly.

"RON!" Harry screeched in horror. Hermione's gaze immediately swung back to Harry with a new look in her eyes. "Oh, Harry. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I… I have…" Harry stuttered, before giving up with a sigh. "You're right. I have not kissed anyone. I was too embarrassed to tell you." his eyes were locked at the colorful rug on the floor, not moving.

"Harry, you don't have to be embarrassed in front of us." she said and sat down beside him. She put her arm around him comfortingly. Ron sat down on his other side and smiled at him encouragingly.

"But it'll be embarrassing; I really won't know what to do. I'll be standing there as a dork." He was still trying to get out of the whole deal, though he knew it was no use.

"You'll just have to learn how to kiss, then." Hermione said. Harry looked at her with a scathing glare. She just had to point that out, did she? Even Ron was looking at her funnily.

"How? I can't very well practice on my own hand now, can I?" Harry exclaimed. Ron smiled a little at the sight conjured in his head; Harry sucking and licking his own hand.

"No, you're right. Someone will have to teach you." she said this very bluntly and watched Harry's mouth fall open in shock.

His panic was back again. "Are you out of your mind? By the way, you keep forgetting that I am gay. Where are we going to find someone who would want to kiss me?"

She was quiet for a while, thinking. Then her eyes lit up and she looked at Ron with glee. Ron really did not like her look one bit and he got a bit nervous.

"Ron, dear. You don't have anything against gay people, do you?" As gullible as Ron sometimes is, he thought nothing of her remark. "No, you know I don't. Both Bill and-"

"Yes, I know." she interrupted him to deliver the big blow. "Then why don't you teach Harry?"

Ron sat with his mouth opening and closing for a moment before he managed to say something. Not very intelligent, though. "What?" he noticed Harry looking at them as if they'd both gone completely bonkers. He did not blame him.