Well, I'm not a fan of Draco/Ron, but it was kinda given as a challenge on
a Yahoo! Group. Hope you enjoy the madness! I don't own any characters
mentioned. All hail to JKR!
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You'd think it had started out simple. But, considering the two involved, it had to be anything but. Pain was the game, and that's how they liked it. How else would they coincide, bearing in mind the hate that had bred itself between them for so long? And once you start a spark, it only takes a small amount to fuel the flames.
The date had been set for a duel, taking place in an abandoned cottage on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. There they would express their deepest requests and not risk expulsion. At least, what they thought were their deepest requests.
As soon as Draco waltzed through the door, Ron attacked, like white on rice. The delicate frame was thrown to the ground and leapt upon by the overeager aggressor. Draco laid there and took the punishment, waiting for the moment when Ron would put his guard down. As soon as the redhead realized he wasn't being battled, he stopped in surprise, and Draco chose his moment. The pair was flipped and Draco straddled his victim's hips as he bit and scratched any flesh he could. The moment he landed on Ron, he felt something hard jar against his upper thigh. *Bloody hell! The git's getting off on it!* he thought in astonishment before his quick and nimble thoughts turned to ways of using this knowledge.
"So Ginger, I'm guessing you like giving it rough, eh?" he asked with a cheeky grin as Ron's face turned a shade to rival his wildly tangled hair. "I wouldn't be talking if I were you, you tosser! It seems you'd rather be on the receiving end!" he spat out, grabbing Draco's own bulge with his free hand. A myriad of expressions ran across the pale boy's face before it went back to its original smirking glory.
"If only you knew, Weasel, if only you knew . . ." Draco trailed off as he moved off of the battered body to sit beside him. Ron sat up in surprise and scooted away from the mirthful smirk that seemed to be plastered on his enemy's face. Draco laughed at the scared appearance of the ginger clown next to him. "A little nervous now, are you? Well, I don't blame you. It's not everyday you get propositioned by a Sex God, even jokingly. But don't worry, I'm serious."
Ron just continued to gape at what he had decided was a hallucination. Just a dream that he would wake up from soon to look across the room and see his best friend peacefully sleeping. And since it was just a dream, a hallucination, he could do anything he wanted and not have to suffer the repercussions, right? As he finished trying to be logical, he pounced on the unsuspecting, but very willing Malfoy.
The two mouths melted together as their teeth clacked and their tongues battled. Draco was roughly shoved against the hard floor and hissed in pleasure as Ron ripped off his shirt and bit at his nipples. The fiery redhead then proceeded to sit up, taunting the body below him. "What's my name? Say my name, bitch!"
Before a reply could be made, the rest of Draco's clothing was ripped off and he had a wand pointed between his eyes. Muttering a spell that could only have been found in a Sex Spell book, strips of rope shot out of the end of Ron's wand, carrying and then binding the Slytherin to the wall of the cottage. Draco looked up with the lust in Ron's eyes mirroring his. "And the games have yet to begin . . ." Ron trailed off with a sinister laugh as Draco tensed under the scrutiny of his gaze. And begin they shall.
(A/N: A review! A review! My kingdom for a review!)
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You'd think it had started out simple. But, considering the two involved, it had to be anything but. Pain was the game, and that's how they liked it. How else would they coincide, bearing in mind the hate that had bred itself between them for so long? And once you start a spark, it only takes a small amount to fuel the flames.
The date had been set for a duel, taking place in an abandoned cottage on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. There they would express their deepest requests and not risk expulsion. At least, what they thought were their deepest requests.
As soon as Draco waltzed through the door, Ron attacked, like white on rice. The delicate frame was thrown to the ground and leapt upon by the overeager aggressor. Draco laid there and took the punishment, waiting for the moment when Ron would put his guard down. As soon as the redhead realized he wasn't being battled, he stopped in surprise, and Draco chose his moment. The pair was flipped and Draco straddled his victim's hips as he bit and scratched any flesh he could. The moment he landed on Ron, he felt something hard jar against his upper thigh. *Bloody hell! The git's getting off on it!* he thought in astonishment before his quick and nimble thoughts turned to ways of using this knowledge.
"So Ginger, I'm guessing you like giving it rough, eh?" he asked with a cheeky grin as Ron's face turned a shade to rival his wildly tangled hair. "I wouldn't be talking if I were you, you tosser! It seems you'd rather be on the receiving end!" he spat out, grabbing Draco's own bulge with his free hand. A myriad of expressions ran across the pale boy's face before it went back to its original smirking glory.
"If only you knew, Weasel, if only you knew . . ." Draco trailed off as he moved off of the battered body to sit beside him. Ron sat up in surprise and scooted away from the mirthful smirk that seemed to be plastered on his enemy's face. Draco laughed at the scared appearance of the ginger clown next to him. "A little nervous now, are you? Well, I don't blame you. It's not everyday you get propositioned by a Sex God, even jokingly. But don't worry, I'm serious."
Ron just continued to gape at what he had decided was a hallucination. Just a dream that he would wake up from soon to look across the room and see his best friend peacefully sleeping. And since it was just a dream, a hallucination, he could do anything he wanted and not have to suffer the repercussions, right? As he finished trying to be logical, he pounced on the unsuspecting, but very willing Malfoy.
The two mouths melted together as their teeth clacked and their tongues battled. Draco was roughly shoved against the hard floor and hissed in pleasure as Ron ripped off his shirt and bit at his nipples. The fiery redhead then proceeded to sit up, taunting the body below him. "What's my name? Say my name, bitch!"
Before a reply could be made, the rest of Draco's clothing was ripped off and he had a wand pointed between his eyes. Muttering a spell that could only have been found in a Sex Spell book, strips of rope shot out of the end of Ron's wand, carrying and then binding the Slytherin to the wall of the cottage. Draco looked up with the lust in Ron's eyes mirroring his. "And the games have yet to begin . . ." Ron trailed off with a sinister laugh as Draco tensed under the scrutiny of his gaze. And begin they shall.
(A/N: A review! A review! My kingdom for a review!)