I was listening to some music and this story came out of it, lol, hope ya like it!

Disclaimer: Nope, Potter is not mine

The cold water felt good to Ron's skin. It was such a hot day in August and running around outside playing quidditch with Harry made it ever hotter. Ron moaned and cupped himself. Harry had his shirt off. His skin glistened with sweat and his muscles flexed with every move he made.

"Fucking hell," he panted. He pumped himself quickly and moaned. All he could think about was Harry's smile and how his bright green eyes were so alive in the sun. "Oh, oh, shit." He jerked and came in his hand. Ron licked his lips and leaned against the wall of the shower. Shame and longing engulfed him once more as he finished up his shower.

"It's about time, Ron. You were up there for a long time," his mother said as Ron finally joined his family at the dinner table.

Ron took his seat next to Harry. "Yeah, what were you doing up there?" he asked.

Ron tried with all his might not to blush at his best mate. Harry was grinning at him, and Ron wanted more than anything to kiss him and tell him why he had taken so long. "I was showering. Maybe you'll try it sometime."

"Don't be rude, Ronald. Now, I want to go over your list again," his mother said while plumping potatoes on his plate.

"Mum, I have all my shopping. I'm fine," Ron said.

"Your mother just wants tomorrow to run smoothly. Somehow we're always late," his father helped.

"Oh, please don't remind me," Ron whined. He hated the fact that he had to go back to school. Summer had been far too enjoyable for him and also extremely too short.

"It's a little late for that, Ron," Ginny teased.

Ron rolled his eyes at her and picked at his potatoes. He wasn't even that hungry anymore.

He went straight to his room after dinner. He barely ate and he was too frustrated for dessert. He lay on his bed and thought about how amazing the holiday had been. It was just him and Harry. Hermione had spent the months traveling with her parents, so he and Harry were able to be together alone. It was glorious but also terrifying. No one knew that he, Ron Weasley, was madly in love with his best mate and wanted to shag him more than he wanted to breathe.

He didn't remember when the feelings had developed exactly. His heart had always skipped whenever Harry looked at him, and his cock had always jerked whenever he was touched, even in the slightest, by the green-eyed god.

"Fuck, Ron, get over it," Ron breathed to himself as he felt his shorts tighten.

The door to his room opened. "Oi, it's not like you to skip dessert. What's wrong?" Harry asked, walking in.

Ron sat up and put a pillow over his crotch. He shrugged, "I'm fine."

Harry sat on his cot next to his bed. "Please, you've been sulky all day. You might as well tell me so we can work it out before Hermione nags it out of you tomorrow."

Ron laughed, "I dunno… just school I s'pose. I really don't want to go back."

"Why? It's not that bad. We're sixth years now. We have a bit more flexibility," Harry explained.

Ron simply stared at him. He knew all of those things. It wasn't school itself that he was upset about. He just didn't want to go back to having to watch Harry from a far. He didn't want to have to take a back seat to other things. He wouldn't be able to be alone with Harry anymore and he would never get the chance to spend time with him uninterrupted. It was blatantly obvious for Ron but he couldn't say any of it to anyone. All he could do was shrug. "I know. I just like lying around all day."

Harry rolled his amazing eyes. "Well, at least there's quidditch and if memory serves me right you need a bit of practice."

Ron threw his pillow at him. "Sod off, Harry. Your memory must be taking the piss out of you because I kicked your arse out there today."

"Oh, that's where you're dead wrong, mate. I'm captain, and I say you need practice," Harry teased, throwing the pillow back at him.

"Well, if you think that I'm going to come to your every command, you're sadly mistaken," Ron said slowly. Harry's eyes softened and Ron could have sworn Harry's jaw dropped a bit. "What?" Ron asked.

Harry quickly closed his mouth and shook his head. "Nothing, I need to shower." He got up, grabbed his clothes, and quickly left the room.

Ron stared after him in confusion before shrugging it off. He lay back against his pillow and closed his eyes. He didn't want to go back to school but the thought of quidditch did lift his spirits. Not only could be play on his team, but Harry was captain.

He drifted off and decided not to worry. School would be fine.

To his mother's liking, the next morning was a lot smoother than ever before. It was only Ron, Harry, and Ginny being dropped off and they actually made it to the train station on time.

"Are you sure you have everything?" his mother asked as she went through her bag.

"Mum, we're fine. We need to go before we're late," Ginny rushed. She hugged her mother. "I love you."

"Love you too, dear. Have a great year," his mother answered. She gave Harry a huge squeeze. "Make sure you eat enough. Stay out of trouble or at least try to."

"I will Mrs. Weasley. Thank you so much," Harry answered politely.

Ron smiled. Harry was so polite and kind to his parents and they loved him. Sometimes he feared they loved him more. Ron shook his father's hand. "Bye dad."

His dad nodded, "Have a good year and take care of your sister."

"I always try to," Ron said. His father smiled.

"Oh, Ronnie, please watch out for your sister and for Harry," his mother said, hugging him.

"I know mum. I will," Ron answered.

She kissed his cheek. "And say hello to Hermione. I'm sure she got really pretty over the holiday."

Ron suppressed an eye roll. "I'm sure of it too."

They boarded the train and searched for seats. "Hey, down here," Neville called. Ron saw his head poking out of a compartment.

They made their way over to him and walked in. He, Luna, and Hermione were already seated. Harry and Ginny sat next to Hermione and Ron sat next to Neville.

"I'm surprised you all made it on time," Hermione said.

"Always the tone of surprise, Mione," Ron joked. She smiled at him and he returned it. His mother was right. Hermione was prettier. Her skin was darker and her body seemed fuller. She was beautiful. Hermione was a great girl and his best friend but that was it. Everyone thought they fancied each other, but the truth was that all he saw in her was a friend and she felt the same way. At the beginning of the summer she had sent him a letter telling him she may have found someone in France. Ron couldn't have been more relived. The pressure of pretending to be attracted to her was beginning to be too much.

"How was your summer?" Harry asked.

"Oh, it was wonderful. France was my favorite. It's so beautiful there," Hermione explained.

"I want to know about this mystery bloke you met," Ginny said.

Hermione blushed a bit. "Well, his name is-"

"Mystery bloke?" Harry interrupted.

She blushed even harder. "Yes, well, I met someone in Paris."

Harry looked to Ron. He shrugged and turned away. He could care less, but he thought it would be best to at least seem like he did.

The train ride was pleasant but the closer they got the more and more upset Ron actually became. He wished everyone would go away. He kept watching Harry. He wished they could spend their last hours alone. By the time the train stopped all Ron wanted to do was eat and go to bed.

The Great Hall was full of familiar chatter. "Hello Harry," Cho Chang said.

Harry smiled, "Hi, Cho, did you have a nice summer?"

Ron felt his blood boil. He walked away before he said something rude to her. He sat at the Gryffindor table and looked down. Neville sat next to him. "Sorry mate."

"For what?" Ron asked.

"Hermione," he whispered.

Ron smiled, "Oh, um, yeah, it's okay."

"I'm here for you," Neville said.

Ron nodded and patted his arm. "Thanks."

Hermione sat across from him. "Are you alright?"

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked.

"Still talking to Cho," she answered.

It wasn't until Dumbledore took his place at the podium that Harry finally came back to the table. He sat next to him. His face was a bit flushed. "She talks so much," he whispered. Ron said nothing.

"Before the assortment, I'd like to make an announcement. Taking the place as the new Defense against the Dark Arts, I'd like to welcome Professor Gavin Mills." The students and faculty clapped to welcome the new professor. A young looking man stood up from his seat. He had tan skin and was rather tall and burly. His hair was thick and brown, and there was a bit of arrogance to his smirk that made Ron frown a little.

"What do you think?" Harry whispered in his ear.

"Dunno, I guess we'll find out, yeah?" Ron said.

There was the usual small talk during dinner. Ron tried not to stare at Ginny and Dean giggling and sharing quick snogs. He was still uncomfortable with his sister dating and especially one that he had to share a room with.

"At least it's not Snape, eh?" Seamus said, as they continued to discuss their new teacher.

"He looks rather young," Harry said. "Do you know anything about him, Hermione?"

"I haven't heard much about Mills but he went to school here, apparently. I don't think it was that long ago judging by how young he seems." Hermione explained.

"Bugger that. He doesn't have a wedding band, so that's good," Lavender said.

"What does that mean?" Neville asked.

Lavender shrugged and licked her lips. "Come on, the man is gorgeous."

"I hadn't really noticed," Seamus said, laughing.

"Me neither, too busy looking at other things," Dean said, eying Ginny. She blushed and laughed.

"Can you lot just hold in your bloody hormones until after dinner? Some of us are trying to eat," Ron snapped.

Everyone looked to him. Dean turned away from Ginny. "Sorry, mate, you're right." He gave him a guilty expression and he noticed a few other people did too. He sighed, knowing why.

He couldn't be happier to be released. He rushed straight to his room and changed for bed. Harry opened the door not too much longer after Ron settled in bed. He walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. Ron sat up and wished Harry would move closer to him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked.

"Talk about what?" Ron asked.

Harry ran a hand through his dark locks and exhaled deeply. "Well, about Hermione. Everyone knows about her and her boyfriend or whatever he is."

"Harry, I'm fine with it," Ron said.

He gave him a look. "You can talk to me about it. I know that you two…well-"

"Harry, I'm happy for Hermione. To be honest I already knew. She wrote me early on in the summer. We're more than fine with just being friends. That's what we both want," Ron explained.

Harry's expression changed. He even sat up straighter. "Really?"

Ron chuckled. "Yes, I don't fancy Hermione, regardless of what everyone has thought for the past five years."

Harry smiled widely. "Well, that's good. I mean…I guess it would be a bit weird…dating your best friend."

Ron felt his body heat up. "Yeah, I guess so," he said softly.

Harry nodded and stood up. "Good night, Ron."

"Night," Ron answered. He wanted to ask Harry about Cho but he was too afraid of Harry's answer. Instead, he covertly watched Harry change and could already feel himself grow hard. He closed his curtain and rubbed his eyes. As tired as he was, it was difficult to fall asleep.

"I'm full up this year," Hermione said, looking over her schedule the next morning.

Ron swallowed his egg. "Aren't you always?"

She glared at him. "Yes, but this is different. Whatever I do now is so important for N.E.W.T.S."

"How are you already thinking about that?" Harry asked, looking over his schedule.

"How could I not, Harry? Honestly, I don't understand how people aren't more concerned," she shot.

"I'll be concerned when the time gets here," Dean said.

"Yeah, and besides, you'll be here to help," Ron added in. She smiled at him but rolled her eyes.

"Well, we have defense with the Slytherns and Mills. Should be fun," Harry added.

"Speak for yourself, Harry. I've never been one to get excited about that class," Neville said with a sigh.

"Let's just see. We should head off," Hermione said, getting up. Ron slowly got up and grabbed his bag. He wasn't too happy about going either.

He took his usual seat by Harry when they entered. Harry took out his books and flipped through them with his lip bit. It was so adorable that Ron didn't even notice their professor walk in.

"Good morning, class," Professor Mills said. His voice was deep and calm. He leaned against the teacher's desk and crossed his arms, and the arrogant smile was painted on his tan face. Ron took in his figure. Lavender was right; he was good looking. His body was tall and firm, it seemed, and his black robes hugged his body nicely. His dark hair was thick and neat and his eyes were hazel and bright. Maybe things weren't so bad.

"As Dumbledore explained last night, I'm Gavin Mills, and I'll be teaching you this year and…hopefully next year if I haven't been killed, sacked, or poisoned." A few people in the class laughed and even Ron grinned slightly. "It wasn't too long ago that I was sitting in the same seats you lot are in now. I graduated from Hogwarts eight years ago. I worked for the ministry in magical law enforcement until I got the job here. It's always been my passion to teach." Mills eyed them all intently. Ron noticed how casual his teacher was. It was different from anything he had ever sensed from a professor. Lavender raised her hand and Mills spotted her. "Yes, miss-"

"Brown. I'm Lavender Brown," she interrupted.

He smiled, "Yes, Lavender."

Ron noticed her face turn bright pink. "Well, um, you went here, so what house were you in?"

Parvati poked her in the ribs and Hermione rolled her eyes. Mills simply chuckled. "I was in Ravenclaw, but it didn't mean anything. My best friend was in Hufflepuff, I had a family member in Slythern, and I fancied many people from the Gryffindor house." The entire class laughed this time and Lavender turned an even brighter shade of pink. "You don't have to worry. I don't care where you came from. As long as you want to learn, we can have a great time this year. You all are at a great age. Magic is more in your grasp but there's still more to come. Work hard and I promise you this will be a fantastic year," Mills reassured.

"This bloke is the coolest," Harry whispered.

"Agreed," Ron whispered back. They didn't do much during the class. Professor Mills mostly went over the curriculum. By the end of class Ron was shockingly sad to leave.

"What do we have next?" Ron asked Harry.

He looked to the schedule. "History," Harry groaned.

"Oh, fucking shit," Ron said as they made their way out of class. Someone touched his shoulder. Ron turned around, thinking it was Malfoy. He was surprised to see Mills. "Yes, Professor?"

Mills grinned, "Can I have a word with you for a moment?"

"Um, sure," Ron said.

Harry gave him a look. "I'll save you a seat."

Ron nodded and watched Harry leave the class room. He turned back to Mills. "Did I do something wrong?"

Mills laughed. "No, you didn't do anything wrong. I just want to ask if you are Bill Weasley's brother."

Ron gawked at him. "Yeah, he's my oldest brother."

He could have sworn Mills' eyes lit up. "So, you're Ron?"

Ron rubbed his neck. "Yes sir, are you a friend of Bill's?"

"Well, not exactly. We went to school together. We were in the same year, and I know him through the ministry. The Weasley family is usually the center of a lot of conversation, especially your dad," he explained.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes, my dad knows how to make a name for himself."

"Listen, I respect your dad's cause. I think its great what your family is doing for the muggle community, and I'm honored to have you as my student." Professor Mills squeezed his shoulder. Ron blushed terribly. Mills was staring at him unashamed. He had never heard anyone tell him such nice things and it being an "honor" really made his ears burn.

"Well, um…t-thank you sir. I'll try my best this year," Ron said.

"I know you will, Ron. Well, that's all I really wanted to tell you. Do you need me to write you a pass?" Mills asked.

"No, but thank you. I still have time," Ron said. Mills nodded, still staring at him. "Well, nice to meet you." Ron turned around and left the room.

To his surprised Harry was waiting. "Are you in trouble?" he asked.

Ron laughed. "No, he knows Bill and wanted to know if I was his brother."

"The hair didn't give it away?" Harry joked.

Ron shoved him a bit. "Believe it or not, but we're not the only people with red hair you prick." Harry shrugged and the two of them walked to class.

Ron couldn't help but feel better about school.

Maybe it would be a good year.

Oh, my dearest Ron…if only you knew…lol, review please! *hugs and kisses*