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Warning: See past chapters. Not much has changed. Only, there is funtime in this chapter.

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than most of my other ones, but only by about 2 pages. It just felt like it should end there, so I ended it there. I will hopefully have the next chapter written by the end of the week, as I will be starting it after I eat dinner and use the facilities...heh. Anyways, I hope you all like the chapter, and for everyone who reviews this one, I will give you something from gaiaonline, if you have an account there. So, hehehe. Prizes for all my reviewers. (If you don't have a gaia account, you can have cookies, I guess...)

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Ron and Harry

"Mhmm," Ron moaned as Harry's tongue slid around his mouth. His leg wrapped securely around the smaller boy's waist and his arms locked around his shoulders. The two were lying on Ron's bed at the Burrow happily snogging. Since the incident three nights before where Harry had a wet dream, Ron and he were inseparable. Mostly due to the fact that they could be found in Ron and Harry's room, making out.

Harry shifted a little in Ron's embrace, and his semi-hard member brushed against the steel length of his friend. The friction of said action caused a jolt of liquid pleasure to race up Harry's spine and he let out a mewl of happiness.

"Mmmm, Ron, can…can you…yeah…right there…ooohhhh…"

Ron had disengaged his mouth from Harry's and began laving the black-haired boy's neck and collarbone with his more-than-capable tongue. There was a small spot, about the size of a dime, right below Harry's ear that was extra sensitive to touch. Ron found that spot and exploited it, making Harry's legs turn to jell-o. It was a good thing that they were laying down.

Before long, Ron's shirt and Harry's pants had been removed, and there was much fondling going on. Harry delighted in running his hands up and down Ron's flat stomach, whilst Ron ran his nails lightly over Harry's creamy thighs. Slithering lower, Ron began kissing those thighs and eliciting moans and quivers from the boy beneath him. Harry was still wearing his skivvies, but Ron was bent on remedying that fact. His fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of the offending garments and he began to slowly pull them down. Harry shivered in anticipation, but made no move to help or hinder Ron's actions.

There was a knock at the door, then Molly's voice, "Ron, Harry? It's time for lunch, boys. Hurry and come down, before it gets cold and goes to waist. I don't want to have to feed it to the chickens again. And Ronald, if I find that you have left your Quidditch gear out at the pitch again, I'll tan your hide faster than you can say Chudley Cannons, you got that mister?" Her footsteps retreated from the door and both boys let out a groan of annoyance.

"Man, why does she always choose the wrong time to come and bother us, huh?" Ron whinged. He was hard, and aching, and really just wanted to get a mouthful of Harry. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Not if his mother had anything to say about it. Which he really hoped she didn't.

Harry pulled up his underwear and sat up slowly. He was very disappointed that they were interrupted, but he knew that it was inevitable while they were still at the burrow. His penis was fully erect, but he couldn't do much about it, though he'd have to before he went downstairs. Sighing in disgruntlement, he rubbed at his length a moment, gauging to see how sensitive it was. He almost yelped with the pleasure of it all.

Ron looked up to see Harry rubbing at his length, and if possible, Ron got even harder at the sight. "Hey, Harry…if you want, I can take care of that for you. It might even be more fun that way."

Harry blushed, but responded, "Uh…" moan, "tha-that's okay, Ron." Groan. "I, uh…I'll be okay." Grunt.

Ron totally didn't believe him. He moved forward a bit and swatted Harry's hand out of the way. Then, he slipped a hand under the waistband of Harry's briefs and began slowly tugging at the boy's penis.

"If you're going to do this, you'll have to work faster, hon." Harry said betweens gasps of pleasure.

Ron smirked and picked up his pace. He didn't want to miss lunch, after all. His hand quickly grew slick with the precum leaking from Harry's dick, and with each pump of his hand a faint squelching sound resounded. Ron was a little disappointed that he wasn't getting the same attention, but he was happy that Harry would be relieved before going downstairs for lunch.

In moments, Harry was stiffening up and moaning louder than before. Ron's face was a bit flushed, and he hoped that no one downstairs could here, but he was delighted that Harry was happy. He was sure that was a sign of something, but at the moment, he was too preoccupied to think too much on it. With a muffled sob, Harry came on Ron's hand, coating it in his sticky white essence.

With his face a-glow, Harry got off the bed and pulled off his underwear. They were much to sticky, not to mention quickly stiffening, to continue to wear. He also quickly pulled off his shirt, making himself completely nude. Ron looked with unconcealed pleasure, not caring if Harry noticed and commented. He was horny, and desperately needed release, but knew that he would just have to will his erection away for the time being. It kind of hurt that Harry took no notice.

By the time that Ron came out of his own head, Harry had dressed himself in more of Dudley's old hand-me-downs and was getting his trainers on. Ron laughed a bit to himself, and waved Harry on.

"Go ahead and go down, Har. I'll be down too in a moment. Need to…find a clean shirt."

Harry gave his…boyfriend…a shy smile and blew him a chaste kiss. He slipped out of the room and made his way down the hall to the stairs. Ron sighed in disappointment, and slipped off his pants and shorts. His penis stood proud against his stomach and a small bead of preseminal fluid slid slowly down his shaft. Closing his eyes tight, he wrapped a fist around his dick and leisurely worked himself towards completion.

It was once Ron fell to his knees and was wildly bucking into his hand that Harry reentered the room. He felt like such a penis for leaving the room while his love was painfully hard and yearning for completion.

"Oh, Ron. I'm so sorry. I…I should have known before…"

Ron's eyes flew open, shocked because he never heard the door open. It could have been anyone, and he was just lucky that it was Harry who entered the room. The redhead tried to stall his movements, but he was too far-gone to stop his hand from pumping up and down in the frantic rhythm.

Harry dropped down by Ron's side and slipped his hand over the one already working, helping his boyfriend jerk off. Ron's hips continued to buck, and he was panting loudly. His eyes were screwed shut tightly and he had his other fist shoved in his mouth to stifle his noises. Right before Ron exploded in happiness, his head fell back on Harry's shoulder and he removed his fist from his mouth.

"I love you…" Ron whispered as he came.

Harry smiled lovingly and returned, "I love you too, Ron. More than anything."

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Draco and Dudley

Dudley was in his bedroom in the magnificent Malfoy manor. He was certain that waiting another fifty-six days to see Harry would kill him, and he wouldn't get to see Harry after all. It had only been three days since he began staying at the manor in the first place. Draco's family didn't own a telephone, so he couldn't call his parents. But when Dudley told Draco why he needed the telephone, the haughty blonde told him that hey used something called a "floo" to do that. Dudley was sure that his parents would die if his head popped out of the fireplace and began speaking to them. Dudley then asked if there was any way that he could contact his parents without scaring them, as they were hopeless muggles. Draco thought for a moment, then decided that he would speak to his father about it.

That was how Dudley came to be waiting patiently outside of a grand office. The doors to the room were a rich mahogany, shined to perfection. He could even see himself in the reflection off of the polished wood. He was pacing slightly, not out of annoyance for being made to wait, but out of nervous habit. His parents were probably very worried by now. He had never been out for more than a day before. They didn't even let him go to summer camp.

The door opened, and Draco beckoned Dudley inside the room. He took a long look at his obese houseguest and made a few quick judgments. Dudley was not as fat as he appeared. He hid his true talent and musculature under big clothing and a bit of fat. Dudley was also very strong, but liked to hide how strong by pretending to be clumsy. He was also rubbish at hiding emotions. Draco found that he couldn't admire this boy, because he just wasn't Slytherin.

Lucius cleared his throat and Draco's mind jumped a bit. He would never outwardly show the fact that he was startled, but inside he could. His father startled him. That was a fact. It was also a fact that Lucius was not a patient man, and if Draco could not get out of his own head, he would be in for a good caning later.

Draco shoved Dudley into the room lightly and made him stand before his father. "Father, Dudley Evans. Evans, this is my father, Lucius Malfoy. You will address him as Lord Malfoy. You will only speak when spoken to. You will show him the utmost respect, and you will graciously thank him for his hospitality."

Dudley bowed deeply and in his nicest and most respectful voice, intoned, "Thank you, your most gracious Lord Malfoy, for your hospitality. I know that I am most fortunate to be allowed to sully your manor with my humble presence. If there is anything I can do for you, please, let me know." He did not rise until Lucius gave him permission.

"Thank you, Mr. Evans, for that…speech. Draco," he turned his beautifully manicured head towards his son, "you have just introduced this young man as Mr. Evans, correct?"

"Yes, father."

"Did you know that I looked up the Evans' family tree, and no such person exists?"

Draco looked stricken. He knew that Dudley's real name was Dursley, not Evans, but did not think that his father would have that information already. It was a dangerous misstep on his part. "I did not father, this is as shocking to me as it is to you."

A blonde brow rose regally. "And did you know, Draco, that this boy's parents are nothing but filthy muggles?"

Draco stood still, not responding. He knew that his father didn't want a response.

"I am very disappointed, my son. I expect that before you bring someone into our home, that you would first check to see whom this person is. And do you know who this person is, Draco?" Lucius paused a moment before continuing on. "He is the cousin of Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, defeater of the greatest Dark Lord to ever reign. And you have brought him into our home and given him our hospitality. This angers me, Draco."

Dudley's face flushed crimson and he looked down at the ground. Harry. No one was supposed to know. Especially people against his lovely cousin. Harry was in danger now, and it was all his fault. He shouldn't have come here. He knew that he was supposed to speak without being spoken to, but he had to leave.

"Thanks again for the hospitality, but I think I'll leave. I'm sure my parents are worried about me." He turned to leave, but a hex hit him from behind. His arms and legs snapped to the side of his body and he went stiff. A full body bind was placed upon him, and he couldn't move an inch.

"Oh, I don't think you will be going anywhere. You are valuable property, Dursley. We can't have you running to your cousin and warning him. Draco, do not disappoint me again. Take him to the dungeons. He will reside there until we have figured out what to do with him. The Dark Lord has not regained his body from the last time that Potter brat bested him. Until he does, we will just have another mouth to feed. Go, now."

Draco left the room quickly with Dursley in tow. One of the house elves was fallowing along behind, keeping Dursley aloft. The older blonde occasionally looked at his captive, but said nothing the entirety of the trip down to the dungeons. Once there, however, Draco shooed the house elf.

"You know, Dursley, because you decided to lie, we are both in trouble. I can't get you out of here now. You'll have to stay here until one of Potter's friends comes and saves you. And that is only if I can notify him that you are here. If I try and save you, it will get me killed. You…are so stupid, you know. No sense of self-preservation." Draco shook his head in irritation and turned away from the large boy now locked into a cell in the dungeons of Malfoy manor.

All Dudley could manage in response was to hang his head in shame and stare morosely down at his van-covered feet. He couldn't look Malfoy in the stormy grey-blue eye. It was certain that the platinum-haired boy that stood before him was right about everything. He was so stupid. He should have known that he couldn't trust any wizard other than Harry. And now, what would happen to his…his only true love? Would this Dark Lord guy kill him? And if he did, could Dudley go on?

"If you are done wallowing, can you give me any information about where Scar-head is now? If I can find him…there is a chance I can find a way to contact him…"

Dudley glared at Draco. "I don't know if I should tell you anything. I don't trust you, or your father."

Draco shook his head again. "I don't care what you think or feel. I just need to know where Potter is. Even a general location would suffice."

Dudley turned away and kept his mouth firmly shut.

"Damn you! Just give me the sodding information, Dursley. I do have ways to force it out of you." Draco flushed prettily when he was angry. But of course, Dudley was not looking to notice.

When the large boy turned finally, he saw the fading edge of that pretty flush on Malfoy's face. It piqued his interest, but he didn't really have time to explore that thought. His face was pressed in close to the bars, his eyes glaring daggers. Dudley had never really been one to be frightened my other people, save for those freaks that came to pick up Harry a few times, but he was afraid of Draco.

"Even if I wanted to tell you, I can't. I promised that I would keep him safe. You, you can't keep him safe, can you? No. You can't. I'm the only one. The only one!! So don't try and bully the information out of me. I can't!" Dudley's chest was heaving and he was growing very upset. Did no one understand that he had to protect his younger cousin?

Draco's face fell at the words spoken to him. He needed to find where Potter was so that he could save his stupid cousin. The git would be locked down in the dungeons for the rest of his life if no one came to save him. And the only way Potter would know to save him would be if someone told him.

"Fine, don't tell me if you can't. But just know that you will be locked down here for the rest of time if no one comes to save you. The Dark Lord will not rise again, no matter what my father seems to think. He will have no use for you, but will be loath to release you. I may just be the last person you ever see." With those biting words, Draco stalked from the dungeons to let Dudley simmer.