Ron began to laugh, “We’re pretty pathetic mate. Ron, who knew Harry’s leisurely wanking rhythm so well by then he often secretly mused he could probably get Harry off as well as Harry could himself, failed to recognize the true cause of his friend’s erratic breathing and the jerking motions of his body, and instead mistook them as signs of a particularly nasty nightmare. 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. 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. A soft grunt from the bed next to Harry’s made him feel slightly guilty about his present condition; the redhead sleeping there was his best friend, Ron Weasley, and it was dreams of Ron’s younger sister, Ginny, that had gotten Harry into his present state. Ron supposed all the boys in their dorm had started touching themselves experimentally at some point during their third year. Both boys were more than a little
