Date: Wed, 19 May 2004 23:12:09 -0400 From: Stu Wrigley Subject: Harry Potter and the Awakenings: Chapter Two: Harry's Best Day Name: Stu E-mail Address: Stu_Wrigley@hotmail.com Title: Harry Potter and the Awakenings Chapter Two: Harry's Best Day Chapter Summary: On Dudley's sixteenth birthday, Harry receives his O.W.L. exam grades, as well as letters from his friends for the first time in the summer, and is left locked in his room, in an empty house, for the entire day. Could the day get any better? Categories: Unresolved Sexual Tension (UST), Masturbation (MAST) Chapter Pairings: Ron/Harry, Harry Solo Total Story Pairings: Ron/Harry Rating: NC-17 Author's Note: This is the second chapter of thirty, and is the author's rendition of Harry Potter's Sixth Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All characters mentioned are copyrighted by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers, and the story is that of pure fiction. All of those who are not of legal age to view this material are urged to not read. Chapter Two: Harry's Best Day The draught continued to rage on into the next week, and was taking it's toll on all four souls of Number Four Privet Drive. The Dursley's could barely stand the water restrictions much longer, though Dudley never seemed to complain, as he always got what he wanted, long showers and a constantly filled water gun (which pretty much resembled a cannon) were luxuries which Dudley enjoyed without question from his parents, who had begun to sacrifice their own showers. Harry, not to his surprise, hadn't been granted access to a shower in over a week, something for which Dudley ridiculed him immensely, of course not verbally. Every time Dudley would pass Harry in the house, he would instinctively pinch his nose and making gagging noises, which turned into fits of laughter. Harry first began the summer by counting down the weeks that he would return to Hogwarts, which then turned into the counting of days, then days, and now hours. Harry relished the thought of rejoining his world on the first of September just about as much as he craved some form of sexual release. In a whole week, Harry still had not found one way to orgasm. He was always being watched or spied upon by one or more of the Dursleys. Even at night, he feared the noises he would make if he even tried to masturbate. If he had only been one year older, Harry thought to himself one very early morning, he could cast a sound proof barrier on his door, which would solve that problem. Hell, if Harry had been one year older, he could leave Number Four Privet Drive forever. If it hadn't been for Belatrix Lestrange, he could be living at Number 12 Grimmwauld Place, with his godfather, Sirius Black, who had been murdered two months ago. Harry laid on his bed, thinking of Sirius, while a tear rolled down his face. He missed his godfather more than anything in the wizarding world, where he belonged. Harry awoke, from a not-so-much slumber, the morning of Dudley's birthday, and groaned to himself at the sickening thought of having to bear his cousin bitch and moan about not getting enough presents, and seeing his aunt and uncle coward down and kiss his fat arse with the promise to buy him more later on that day. It happened every year. Harry was not awake for any longer than thirty seconds before a loud rapping at his door startled the almost naked boy, who had barely enough time to cover himself before his giraffe-necked aunt barged into the room. " I hope you didn't believe you were going to sleep in all day on my Dinky Duddydums' birthday," Aunt Petunia began, as Harry caught a glance at the clock behind her, reading quarter to seven in the morning, " Just because it's his special day, you are not getting the day off from your chores..." Before she could continue, Uncle Vernon stepped into the room, dressed in his bathrobe, scratching his massive head. " Petunia dear, I received a call from Mrs. Figg ten minutes ago, she cannot take the boy today because she has come down with a rather nasty bug. I told her, of course, not to worry about the boy catching anything," he said with an evil grin, while a vein in Harry's forehead throbbed in anger, " And nobody else can take him today. Dudley wouldn't want us to bring him along with us, after what happened four years ago at the zoo, so we'll have to lock him in his room for the entire day." Harry's heart leaped at the very sound of this, over and over again, he would be by himself for the entire day, alone in the house, even if he was locked up in his room, he would be alone! Aunt Petunia looked as if somebody had raked their nails across a chalkboard a thousand times as loudly as normal. She didn't want to leave Harry by himself, but she had no choice. Forcing a smile to form, with tightly closed lips, she nodded her head and exited the room, leaving Harry alone with his Uncle, who turned to face him. " I have decided to allow you to shower today, as the stench coming from you, though normal as it may seem to you, is becoming quite nauseating. I want you showered and back in this room in ten minutes, before Dudley wakes up. Get going." Harry glanced at his uncle for a moment to see if he was joking, and as soon as he realized he wasn't, his uncle had grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of bed, before smacking his hand hard upon Harry's arse and shoving him into the hall. Harry, holding his bottom, ran downstairs to the basement, showered quickly, dressed, and got back up to his room in five minutes. He didn't want to ruin this chance he just had received. Harry was given one small plate, which had three pieces of toast, a half of an orange, and a small portion of burned steak, by his aunt, which she had called his meal for the day, before shutting the door and closing the many locks attached to his door. Harry looked at the insignificant amount of food on the plate, and his stomach grumbled, but he did not care, all he wanted was for the Dursleys to leave. Harry watched the clock upon the wall intently, they had to be going soon. Time dragged on forever, and at many times, Harry could have sworn that the clock had stopped and even gone in reverse. Finally, three hours later, at 10:00 on the dot, Harry listened as he heard the front door slam shut, the car outside in the front leave the driveway, and head off in the distance. No sooner did Harry no longer hear the car, did he run to his window and open it widely, shouting, " GOOD MORNING WORLD!!!" He looked at the brightly lit horizon and smiled for the first time in over five weeks. He was finally alone, well, not entirely, Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl, has perched in her cage behind him. He turned, and opened up the cage door, allowing her to get out, stretch her wings, and soar out the window, letting a resounding hoot come out of her beak. Harry smiled once more as he watched her fly laps around the neighborhood homes. As Hedwig continued to fly outside, Harry noticed another two more owls in the distance. One large barn owl and a tiny owl accompanying it, flew faster and faster towards Harry, nearly knocking him down as they both flew into his room. "Pig!" Harry exclaimed while running over and picking the tiny bird off of the floor, removing the five envelopes attached to it's one foot. Pig, was in fact Harry's beat friend Ronald Weasley's, owl, thus making Harry all the more excited about having this bird in his room. The larger barn owl looked directly at Harry, almost in a regal sort of manner, and Harry noticed a very official looking letter attached to its foot. Before opening any of the letters he had received from Pig, Harry removed the letter from the barn owl and then watched the bird soar out of his room, just as Hedwig returned, looking as though she had missed important company. Harry looked down at the envelope, Mr. H. Potter The Smallest Bedroom Number Four Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey Enclosed are you O.W.L. results With a rapidly beating heart, Harry had torn the envelope opened, and shucked it aside, before unfolding the piece of yellow parchment that came out, the message on it was written in navy blue ink. Dear Mr. H. Potter, The following are your O.W.L. exam grades, which were administered this past June at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. O= Outstanding E= Exceedingly Acceptable A= Acceptable D= Dreadful T= Troll Transfiguation: E Defense Against the Dark Arts: O Care of Magical Creatures: E Charms: O Potions: O Divination: D Herbology: A Astronomy: D History of Magic: A If you have any inquires or challenges to your exam grades, you may write to the Wizarding Examinations Authority no later than the 30th of July. Griselda Marchbanks Head of Wizarding Examinations Authority At this point, Harry's head was spinning. How had he got such great grades on his O.W.L.'s? Granted his 'O' in Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn't all that surprising, though his 'O' in Potions sure as hell had been. Harry had to grin at himself when he pictured Professor Snape reading his student's test grades, only to find that he had scored an 'O'. Another thought passed into his mind when thinking of Snape, he would have to endure two more years of Potions because of that grade! Harry cursed so loudly that it made Hedwig hoot in shock. Harry looked at the snowy white owl and apologized, which he knew Hedwig understood. Harry looked back at his test grades, heart still thumping mildly inside his chest, and wondered what he'd be doing this year at Hogwarts, the place he most longed to be. Before Harry could think much longer, Pig made a louder-than-normal hooting noise, before falling off of Harry's bed, and making a small thud on the floor. Harry shook his head before opening the first of the five letters, which was from his best friend, Ron. Hi Harry! I hope the Muggles are treating you somewhat nicely this summer, even though I know much better, contrary to what Hermione thinks of me. Mum and Dad moved us all back to the Burrow, which is much better than you-know-where. (Ron was obviously making reference to Number Twelve Grimmwauld Place) I just got my O.W.L. results. I only got two 'O's, which were in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration! I got 'A's in Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology and History of Magic. Mum nearly lost it when she saw I got D's in Divination, Astronomy and Potions, but she's gotten over it, especially because of the two 'O's I got. Have you heard anything from Hermione this summer? I'm going to guess that you didn't, but let me tell you something; all of her letters have been NOTHING of her talking about Viktor Krum! Everything's Vikki this, Vikki that, it's enough to make you want to lose your lunch. At least I get the clean version of events, from what Ginny's been hinting at, our little 'innocent' friend hasn't been so innocent this summer. I won't say much now, we'll have so much to catch up on in person. Speaking of which, Mad-Eye and Lupin told me to tell you that they would be personally coming by on the first of August to escort you here. I begged them to get you earlier, but they said that a month before we started school would be more than enough to catch up on things, and that anything longer might be a little dangerous, with Voldemort still at large.... At this point Harry had to pause for a moment, for two reasons. One, he was shocked as all hell that Ron had written Voldemort's name. The last time he and Ron were together, Ron still was having problems saying his name, let alone writing it. The second reason was that Harry hadn't thought once about Voldemort since a few weeks prior when he, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and members of the D.A., had fought Voldemort and the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic. Come to think of it, Harry hadn't felt his scar burn, prickle, throb, or anything at all since that time. Harry decided to push that into the back of his mind and continue reading. .... and all that jazz. I expect that this letter should have reached you just before your birthday, and don't worry, I haven't forgotten about that, nor have any one of us, and we're having a large party for you when you come to the Burrow, so just wait and see what we've all got planned, especially me. I'll give you a little hint; it has something to do with the night we had won the Quidditch Cup. Can't wait to see you Harry, Ron After reading the last lines of Ron's letter, Harry's groin began to stir, and he moved a hand to the inside of his trousers, groping his hard member. He hadn't forgotten that night one bit. Harry and Hermione had returned from the forest with Hagrid, only to see Ron charging at them, smile across his face, cheering wildly and holding a large, silver cup. Many of Hogwart's students, minus the Slytherins, were singing 'Weasley is our King' as loud as their voices could permit them. The Gryffindors celebrated into the night, drinking vast amounts of Butterbeer and eating large assortments of sweets and snacks, all supplied by the House Elves, who all worked in the school kitchen. Harry had to practically pry Ron away from the party, not to mention the Quidditch Cup, which he had a death-grip on, just so he could talk to him and congratulate him in private. He led Ron up the winding stairs, into the Fifth Year's Dormitory, and closed the door behind him. When he turned around, Ron had nearly knocked him off his feet by lunging at him and hugging him as hard as he possibly could. " Harry, I can't believe I won! I can't believe we won! The Quidditch Cup in my first year of playing on the house team!" Harry couldn't bear to remove the grin he had across his face. " Ron, I can't believe it either, even though I knew you had it in you. Isn't it such a great feeling to have that trophy handed to you? Just wait until you see your name engraved upon it. Ronald Weasley, Gryffindor Keeper, Hogwart's Quidditch Champion. It's got a nice ring to it?" By this point, Ron had a tear rolling down his face. " Harry, I just want to thank you for encouraging me to stay on the team, even though I know I playing like a troll in the beginning." The two let out a few laughs at that remark, before composing themselves. " Ron, you weren't that bad... you played as badly as Malfoy perhaps." Harry joked with Ron, before he was tackled to the bed, and had begun to be mercilessly tickled by the larger of the two boys. " Oh I'm going to get you so bad for that, Potter!" Ron had said in his best impression of Draco Malfoy, their greatest and most hated rival at Hogwarts. He continued tickling Harry as tears free flowed down Harry's face. Ron, tired of Harry's legs kicking him and trying to buck him off the bed, had gotten on top of Harry and pinned him down to the bed, still running his long and bony fingers up and down Harry's sides. Unbeknown to both boys, the two were rubbing and grinding into each other's crotches, and both their dicks began to enjoy the attention. Harry had tried to reach up and grab his friend, but Ron reached out and grabbed Harry's forearms, pinning them down to the bed, right above Harry's black-haired head, crotches still rubbing together, body's still squirming around on the bed. Before long, Ron had Harry's arms, under his control, high above Harry's head, so far that it made their faces come within two inches of each other. Breathing heavily on one another, Ron's grip on Harry's forearms loosened ever so slowly, bodies stiffening up, eyes fixed upon one another's, trying to read each other's thoughts, which were essentially the same. Ron's hands were now supporting his body weight, so that he wasn't crushing the smaller teen beneath him, and Harry's had come down and wrapped around his best friend's torso, slowly rubbing up and down his sides, feeling the different textures of Ron's Quidditch uniform of scarlet and white. Ron, before entering the room, had taken off his leather gloves and wrist protectors, but still had on the proper robes, trousers and leather shin guards, which all Quidditch players wore. Now that he thought of it, Ron looked rather cute... actually he looked somewhat sexy in his Quidditch robes. In fact, his best friend, while lanky and mildly gangly, wasn't too bad looking. A shock wave went through Harry's body, more specifically his stomach, at this revelation. He didn't know what this meant, but for some odd reason it felt right. Neither boy had realized that they had been staring at one another for ten minutes solid, though Ron's arms definitely felt it, as they were now beginning to tremble under his own weight. Slowly lowering himself down on Harry, he swallowed a lump in his throat, and noticed Harry had done the same. For the first time, they each felt one another's hard members through their trousers, though neither of them seemed to mind. Harry inhaled a large amount of Ron's scent through his nose, and seemed to be even more stimulated by his best friend's smell, which was a combination of musk, sweat, and for some odd reason, chocolate. Harry had felt the need to say something to Ron, and opened his mouth, but was cut off when Ron lowered his lips down on Harry's and began kissing him very lightly first, then slowly, but rapidly faster and harder. Little nips and pecks became hard kissed and sucking on lips. Harry's left hand remained rubbing Ron's back, while his right ran itself through Ron's flaming red hair, grabbing it harshly, and forcing his best friend's head hard down, so their kissing became more intense. Ron tried many times pulling himself up to breath, but only got a quick breath before Harry pulled him back down. Their tongues mashed against each other, swapping spit, exploring inside of their mouths. Ron began moving downward on Harry's face, kissing his lower lip before grabbing it with his teeth and giving it a gentle, but hard bite, which only made Harry moan for more. Ron's tongue traced Harry's jawbone, stopping at the chin, so he could nibble on it slightly before moving to Harry's neck, where Ron kissed up and down, so that each and every part of it was not missed. When it seemed that he had everything covered, Ron buried his face in Harry's neck and started sucking violently. Harry moaned thrashed under his best friend, all in ecstasy, never before had he felt like this, and he was relishing every moment. When Ron pulled away from Harry's neck, he licked the skin where a rather large hickey had formed, and smiled while sitting up, still straddling his best friend. The two looked at one another, devilish grins across their faces, knowing they wanted more, but before anything else happened, Harry reached inside his robes, taking out his wand, while Ron closed the curtains. Harry pointed directly at one side and uttered, "Silencio!", and did the same for the opposite side. With outside disturbances taken care of, the best friends looked at each other, not knowing that what they were about to do, would change their lives forever...