Not for the first time, Harry Potter lay awake on his four poster in Gryffindor Tower, painfully aware of the throbbing erection straining to escape from his pyjamas. Ron was, in many ways, jealous of Harry’s fame, but still felt very protective over him because Harry had not grown up in a proper home with the kind of love he’d always known from his own parents and his many siblings. Free Porn . Harry didn’t release his grip until Ron spilled between them, his mouth slightly open as if lost somewhere between pleasure and shock. Admittedly, Ron was a bit overprotective of his baby sister, but if she was going to be snogging anyone, he was glad it was Harry. 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. Harry had been Ron’s best mate since the train ride from King’s Cross in their first year, and they shared a closeness that often
