"Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall," Ron thought. It was the only thing he could think of to calm his erection down. It was hard enough to think at all with a naked Harry in the shower stall next to his.

"Alright Ron, see you in the common room," Harry said as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

"Yeah, yeah, see you in a bit," Ron responded. He waited until he was sure Harry had left and was well down the corridor outside the locker room.

"Finally," he said with a huge sigh of relief. He looked around once more to make sure that no one was there. Once he was sure, he grabbed the shampoo and poured a small amount in his hand. He began thrusting his erection loosely into his hand. Images that he stored in his mind from little peaks at Harry in the shower appeared his mind, playing like a montage. He gripped his member a little harder and stroked more quickly. He imagined showering with Harry, kissing Harry, having Harry's thick penis thrusting into his hand, his mouth, his tight hole…with that thought, Ron came, harder than ever, all over his hand and the shower wall. He rested his forehead against the wall and sighed.

"If only…" he thought. But he knew it was a long shot. While there were a bunch of rumors going around that Harry was gay, and he had come out to Ron and Hermione as bi-curious, he doubted that Harry would ever be interested in him. He could dream though…