Chapter 1: More than a casual fuck
Confusion is not an easy emotion to deal with. Confusion was never something that I could deal with. Chaos never was a problem with six other sibling chaos was something I thrived upon. Our small house ensured that all of us were brought up with enough love to fill oceans.
People say that confusion and chaos go hand in hand. I beg to disagree. Chaos, I could handle, there was always order to be found. Little constants that proved that not everything was lost.
Confusion on the other hand had no order and required you to make your own. Right now, I Ronald Billius Weasley am confused.
He kisses me with such care, I almost forget he is not human. I don't know why he chose me. Hermione, Harry are so much more beautiful and smarter than I am. Yet, he chose me. A Weasley brat as Lucuis Malfoy claims me to be.
He makes me forget my worries and fears. His cold hand traces slowly up my arm. A grip that tightens spontaneously and makes me moan. Three months and I'm still not used to his care. The undivided attention he showers me.
I need him like a fire needs oxygen. He is my sun, my moon, my stars, my world. A moment without him would seem like a year. I try to stop these thoughts from conquering my mind. That is a difficult task. He consumes my thoughts.
His hand leaves my arm and wanders lower. He mutters a few quiet words. His red eyes flash with pleasure as my clothes disappear. I make a grab for the blankets to protect what little modesty I have left. He-who-must-not-be-named chuckles at my attempt. I freeze for a moment.
I cannot escape this prison. That much he has assured me of. He walks slowly around me. The wheels of his mind are spinning. I can feel how much he wants to make me scream. I do not know whether it is in pleasure or in pain. It could be both.
"Ronald, remove that blanket," he orders.
I refuse his request silently. The fight has not left me just yet. This is a form of defiance no matter how small or silent the act is. He moves closer and my grip on the blanket tightens.
He drops down onto the bed next to me. With surprising force he turns my body towards his. Minutes later, I am moaning into his mouth begging him for more. This always happens. One minute I have all the self-control I need the next minute, I'm a moaning mess in his arms.
My grip on the blanket does not exist now. A moment later I am straddling him. A motion that has become very familiar to me. He knows what to do to make me give him exactly what he wants. And I cannot deny him for I want him too.
I want to be that moaning mess underneath the blankets. It is moments like these that convince me he is human. The way he stares into my eyes when I come for him and only him. This is life and love.
We change positions and once again he is on top of me. Tonight he wishes to be sweet. The sounds that are drawn from my mouth are those of pleasure. He starts slow, tracing his fingers on every inch of my body. He is focused, determined. He could make me come just like that. My back arches at an impossible angle. My hips rut against his clothed crotch as if trying to get off on any friction possible.
Today he is merciful and does not mind. Instead he encourages it. The words he uses makes me feel loved. Unconditionally loved but he claims he does not know of it. I know better he loves his snake, he admires Grindlewald and even respects Dumbledore. If that isn't the root of love then I don't know what is.
His snake slides onto our bed. For a moment, I forget the passion and freeze in fear. After spiders, the next creature I hate is the snake. The feeling is mutual that much I know. The snake on the bed is a major turn off but still my cock would not deflate. Why? His hands are gripping and pulling. Rubbing my cock as a finger inserts its way in my hole. The pain is still fresh and raw down there. He does not slide his fingers in deep. Just enough to get me stimulated and begging.
Suddenly excruciating pain is accompanied by a tightness in my navel. I want to come but the flippin' man has his two fingers wrapped in an 'o' shape around my cock. He is going to make me beg for release. I'm not that easy, my lord. I was sorted in Gryffindor for a reason. I do not beg. Kiss assing was a Slytherin trait and Gryffindor does not kiss ass.
"You know I can last all night," I stupidly said challenging him. Daring his mind to get me to beg.
I did not have to wait long. I didn't have to know he used an enchantment to feel the effects of the spell. My mouth and nostrils became blocked. I could not breathe let alone speak. I looked at him trying to translate the sheer panic in my eyes.
I believed I had so much to live for I did not want to die. I still believed the The Light had something to fight for. Moine and Harry, Neville, my family, the DA and even crazy Loony I still believed they believe in me. I slowly got up as far as he would allow me. I gently squeezed the arm that held my cock. He just looked expecting more, so he released my breath and bit down hard on my collar bone. I winced as he drew blood.
"Please let me come," I begged as he gently lapped the wound.
"Please what,"
"Please, my lord," I answered back.
Like I said before he was felling merciful today. With a painful and exhausting scream, thick strands of white cum spluttered out.
There were no sweet words just my breath coming out in short puffs and his preparations for bed. Tearing has soul did a number to his body. I barely felt it as the sheets of the bed vanquished around me and were replaced by a thick Weasley quilt.
Nostalgia found its way through my nose. It was as if the whole family was with me on Sunday night. All of us on the biggest sofa in the house trying to keep as much blanket as possible. The wireless in the background with a singer I would never learn to appreciate. I missed those family moments. As I got older Harry and Hermione became part of that picture. Love was never easy but it was so worth it.
He slid down on the opposite side of the bed. The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"I want a family. I want to be the parent my parents were," I said.
His red eyes flew open and he pinned me down on the bed.
"I guess we just have to fuck long and hard enough, no," His eyes glinted with dominance.
A/N: Chapter 1. Tell me if you want an Mpreg or not.