Weasley’s excellent fried chicken was still in the fridge. Black porn Harry didn’t release his grip until Ron spilled between them, his mouth slightly open as if lost somewhere between pleasure and shock. After sharing the same dorm room with him and the other three Gryffindor boys for nearly six whole years now, they really had few secrets from one another. I kind of want to, to . Ron supposed all the boys in their dorm had started touching themselves experimentally at some point during their third year. He resisted the urge to take the problem in hand, to provide himself some much needed release, because the ragged breathing and the occasional moan coming from across the room told him someone, probably Neville Longbottom given the direction of the sound, was doing just that. He knew Ron hadn’t known what he was doing, but his brain refused to work out a simple solution to the predicament they’d found themselves in.
