Title – Facets of a Dragon
Chapter – One, Nemesis
Authoress – Phoenix Tears
Summary – Ron Weasley hates Draco Malfoy, but sees something he shouldn't have.
Rating – PG13
Warning – Slash, AU, language
Disclaimer – I own nothing, except for this plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Authoress' Note – I am a citizen of America, so pardon the spellings if they are not strictly United Kingdom type English… you know, with 'colour' or 'color'…
Feedback – Of course, as for every writer, questions, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all greatly appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy.
I hate Draco Malfoy.
He's a bloody arrogant bastard who thinks he's better than everyone else, with his looks and money and fame.
I hate how he makes me feel like I'm the dirt underneath his shoes.
No need to ask who you are. My father says all the Weasley's have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford…
What would you know about my comet, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle. I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by twig…
Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be a gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose – that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to…
You're in luck, Weasley; Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!
Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter. It'd be worth more than his family's whole house…
You'd never know the Weasley's were pureblooded, the way they behave…
Every insult he has ever said to me rings in my ears loudly, harshly, mocking me.
I hate him – I hate how he's Head Boy, I hate how he's Slytherin Seeker and Captain, I hate how he's top in Potions and Arithmancy and second in every other class, I hate his cocky smirk and pointed nose and cold silver eyes.
Ihatehimhatehimhatehimhatehim…
He's got everything – the spoiled asshole – but deserves none of it.
Why is it that he has the top-of-the-line brooms and fancy clothes and pretty girls hanging off his arm, but I have hand-me-down robes and only get haughty looks from girls like Fleur?
And so tell me, how would you feel if you were me, and one night, walked into the doorway of your dorm and found Draco Malfoy shagging Harry Potter senseless?
And Harry is actually enjoying it?
And Harry is actually begging 'Draco' for more?
How would you feel if you saw your nemesis place kisses along your best friend's neck and thrust into him like a lover?
And when Malfoy and Harry have climaxed, Malfoy kisses Harry on his forehead gently, wiping away sweat and cleaning their bodies.
And Harry whispers I love you.
And Malfoy smiles sleepily and says I love you, Harry.
And …
And he looks almost human.
The next morning, I walk back into the dorm after a night of sleeping in the common room. Harry, alone and already dressed, asks me where I was the night before.
I smile tiredly and say that I fell asleep in the common room after Hermione left for her Head Girl dorms.
Harry sobers and tells me that I should get more sleep.
I think it's really me who should be telling him that.
How can Harry forgive Malfoy, after so many insults and fights and malice?
How can Harry let Malfoy fuck him – don't get me wrong, I have nothing against homosexuality, but Malfoy, of all people!
How can Harry say that he loves Malfoy?
And how can Malfoy say he loves him too?
Authoress' Note: The idea came to me when I was viciously spearing a mushroom that I had for dinner… *shrug* Whatever. Don't like at me like that…