WARNING: Slash ahead, and that means boy/boy action. Also, angst warning

RATING: R (for non-explicit sex)

PAIRING: Ron/Draco. Ron's POV. Yes, I know it's unusual,especially coming from a HP/DM 'shipper

DISCLAIMER: As much as I beg, they're still not mine. These boys belong to J.K.

DISTRIBUTION: Ask. I'll say yes, I just want to know where it's going.

A/N: Apologies to those who want me working on "Rematch" I was feeling morose.

FEEDBACK: Is ambrosia.

MAILABLE AT: brackenisadore@hotmail.com

DEDICATION: To that blissful feeling that heralds the end of exams.

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The Pretender

Hands trembling against unyielding clothes. Exasperated noises at the back of your throat as the buttons don't come undone fast enough for your liking. Impatience makes your grey eyes flash with anger, but I don't mind.

//your impatience means you want this…//

Your mouth against mine, tongue demanding. Your hand tangling in the red hair you mock so often. All of your movements are so frantic, you must want this badly.

//but can you tell me you need this…? //

I let you lay me down and spread hot, wet kisses all over me. Your teeth scrape, your tongue salves. My body's burning and all my mind knows is you.

//can you tell me you need me…? //

Your mouth is doing wicked things. Such a gorgeous, tempting mouth. You can lie so well with it. Will you lie to me? Please, I'm begging you with every fibre of my being. Just lie. Just say you need ME. Just breathe my name once. It would mean something special then, falling from your beautiful, traitorous lips. You can make me mean something. You can make me worth something.

I can feel you inside of me, I can see above me. Your pale skin flushed, your flaxen hair perspiration-damp. Your eyes are closed, delicate eyelashes casting shadows on your skin. A second stills to eternity when I look at you. I wish *you* would open *your* eyes.

//just look at me, or don't you want to see me here? //

And when you cum, I can almost pretend. When you moan and rent your nails down my back, I can almost totally pretender to believe. Believe it's *me* you want. *Me* you need. That it's *my* name your soul cries out when your eyes are closed and your body's quaking. I can almost believe in me. And I can almost forget about HIM, the one you really want. Almost. almost…

//won't I ever be enough?…//

~The End~

"Love me, love me. Say that you love me.
Fool me, fool me. Just go on and fool me.
Love me, love me. Pretend that you love me.
I don't care 'bout anything but you…"

"LOVE FOOL" - The Cardigans-