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Ron looked across the Great Hall at the alabaster blonde sitting among his comrades in colors of emerald and silver. Silver. Just the very word shook him to his core. Especially as he thought of the man who donned it. He was supposed to hate him with every fiber of his being. He couldn't count all the sleepless nights he'd spent dreaming of the blonde wrapped in his arms, staring at him with adoring platium eyes. He wished he could tell him what he was going through.
It's poetry carved in flesh
This beautiful hell of ours
To the deadliest sin we confess
(Tears of joy fill our eyes)
We are safe where disfigured saints
Cry out their prophecies of doom
Draco got an anonymous letter at breakfast. "I can't live longer without you. Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at 12 tomarrow night." Blaise took the letter out of Draco's hand and sniggered. "Seems you have an admirer, Drake. I wonder who it's from? Abbot? Granger?" Blaise leered at the bushy haired know-it-all. Hermione seemed to take personal offence to the looks she was getting from the boy and left, nose held high in the air. Draco had his own suspisions as to who it was. He looked up to lock eyes of smoky hazel. Then something captured those glorious eyes and the boy looked away.
My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor
Ron pondered rather than walked up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. Tonight he would see if his hoped-to-be-lover would show or not. He had a hell of a time NOT waking up Harry, he woke so easily these days, poor dear, and Dean, who had always been a light sleeper. "I wondered if it was you." A husky voice rasped out from the shadows. "Draco?" Ron gasped. "I didn't know if you would come or not." Draco smiled at Ron, "Of course I would come...and you will later." Ron blushed at the innudeo.
"At the first kiss
the seeds of hatred are sewn
Back into darkness we flee
(To tear our hearts out)
We are saved where all faiths fail
Alive inside of our tomb"
Ron pulled Draco's flushed face to his for a soul-scorching kiss. "Draco, I love you. I have always loved you, and I want to make love to you now, not as a quickie, but as your boyfriend." Draco moaned, and thrust his tongue inside Ron's mouth. Ron replied with a jousting of his own tongue and shoved him against the wall.
"My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor"
The End :)
Song: Passion's Killing Floor Band: H.I.M.