Draco was floating random bits of paper around the room while he waited for Ron to arrive and put the finishing touches to his plan... He just had to hope it worked. Much as he hated to admit it, Ron would probably smash him in a fight, so he was relying on that age-old friend of the Malfoy's: Blackmail. The door slammed open with less than a minute to spare, and Draco subtly destroyed the flying papers before Ron saw them. He looked at the other boy, a carefully manufactured sneer gracing his lips.

"You were nearly late."

He said.

Ron mimicked Draco's sneer in mockery, eyes falling reluctantly upon Malfoy's figure, sat jauntily in the dungeon's only plush chair with his boots resting on what would be the teacher's desk.

"But I'm not...am I"

He smiled as falsely as he could and folded his arms.

"No, you're not."

Draco somehow managed to imply that, despite the fact Ron was actually here, he might still penalise him for it. He flicked his wand lazily, causing the door of the dungeon to slam shut and lock itself.

"Sit down."

He said, indicating the desk that his feet had just vacated, an evil grin threatening to break out at any moment. Low-level anticipation was a mild background hum in his body. Draco had a feeling that his plan was going to work.

Ron's eyes narrowed but he swallowed his pride and complied with the simple yet strange order, as there were plenty of perfectly usable chairs in the room.

"Okay...?"

He queried once atop the desk, feet dangling off the floor despite his lanky form. He raised an eyebrow at the Slytherin's expression. There was no grin, but that worried him even more, for there was something even worse, that glint in Malfoy's eyes told of even more misery than his usual smirk. He was very wary of Draco's every movement in case he tried to curse him or something.

Draco leant back in his chair, for now simply relishing the other boy's discomfort. He was still refraining from grinning, although it was getting more difficult now. He spotted Ron's bag, carelessly dumped on the desk next to him. Draco could see the tatty wand in it.

"You're not going to need that."

He said, gesturing at the bag. "Put it away or something."

The Gryffindor rolled his eyes in annoyance as he hopped back off the desk taking his bag to the empty cupboard and dumping it carelessly inside. He turned back to Malfoy arms folded in distaste once again.

"What's next your highness?"

His words dripped sarcasm as did his body language as he mock bowed.

Draco smirked now, the feeling of excitement spreading.

"Get back on the desk."

He said.

Ron's face fell...he knew it...He sighed marching back over to the desk and hoisted himself back onto it. He was probably going to wind up running laps around the room for Malfoy's amusement.

"Shall I dance for you while I'm up here?"

He droned out snidely. How long were detentions again?

Draco watched Ron walk back up the classroom, smirking as he hauled himself onto the desk. He couldn't help admiring the other boy's body, which was really the reason he had this detention in the first place.

"That won't be necessary."

Was his reply to Ron's sarcastic remark.

"Just take your shirt off and spread your legs a bit."

Draco said this with a completely straight face, his eyebrows moving in a quick, suggestive gesture. Inside his pulse was racing. He couldn't wait for the redhead's reaction.

Ron rolled his eyes before freezing in realisation. He turned wide-eyed to his captor mouth falling open in shock, then anger again.

"Go to hell Malfoy!"

He shouted trying to keep his voice down, he could deal with Malfoy torturing him, but he wasn't going to mess with his mind. Not with something as ridiculous as that.

Draco smirked, his wand aimed at Ron's chest.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

He asked softly.

"I'm completely serious. You also might want to consider that if you piss me off, the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team may mysteriously find themselves in detention on the day of the qualifying match. Is that simple enough for you to understand?"

Draco raised a single eyebrow questioningly, his wand still aimed at the bulkier boys torso, a slight smile of pleasure on his face.

The redhead's eyebrows flew up into his bangs as the slimy bastard aimed his wand at him...he knew it...he was gonna be barfing slugs again. His eyes widened at the words coming out of Draco's mouth. He didn't know whether to be angry at Draco for threatening the Quidditch team, or freaked out, or scared or...what the HELL?!

"Wha-bu-...Why do you want me to take my shirt off?"

He questioned looking very bewildered; apparently it was too difficult to understand.

"Do you want a clearer shot or something?"

Draco grinned slowly. This was going to be a lot of fun... Internally he was guffawing at the expressions crossing Ron's face, but he kept that inside. There was no way he was going to jeopardise this; it was the best chance he could have dreamed of.

"In a way... yes. And asking pointless questions is really going to piss me off, so shut up and take your shirt off."

Draco was still lounging in what was technically the teacher's chair. He was looking Ron full on in the face as he said this, his eyes searching for the reaction.

The Weasley looked helplessly at the ceiling as if it could somehow rescue him. His hands reluctantly paused over the first button on his shirt, he wasn't wearing his robes, opting for more comfortable clothing during his torture session. Still paused he looked at Draco.

"Please...no slugs..."

He pleaded in the nicest voice he could muster when talking to the said evil bastard. With that said he unbuttoned his un-tucked shirt and shrugged it off of his shoulders.

Draco's grin turned vicious as Ron's fingers hesitated over his buttons.

"Oh don't worry. I can promise you that there won't be a single slug involved tonight..."

Draco couldn't help running his tongue over his teeth as Ron stripped; the Gryffindor was pretty well defined. The shirt slid onto the desk, leaving Ron seated before Draco, topless. It was a very good view, so far as Draco was concerned, and Ron still seemed completely clueless as to the exact orientation of Draco's ulterior motives.

"I said to spread your legs as well."

He pointed out, smirking again.

Ron tilted his head to the side...Draco was acting...weird...His eyes widened at the other's last statement. He wrapped his arms around his own torso and twisted himself away from the Slytherin in horror.

"But...Oh no Please...I want the chance to have children!"

"Shut up and do it. Or do you want to be responsible for Gryffindor coming bottom of the league for the first time in 200 years?"

Ron's complete naiveté was proving to be something of a turn on as he twisted away, still utterly unaware of what Draco had planned. Lazily, he flicked his wand in Ron's direction, causing his shirt to fly violently off the desk.

"Well, do you?"

Draco was staring at his face again, unblinking. This was really too easy.

The keeper blanched sputtering before averting his eyes to where his shirt had landed.

"N-no..."

He agreed, gripping the edge of the desk behind him for support and slowly pulled his knees apart resting his sneakers on the desktop. His cheeks and ears went red from embarrassment and shame. Draco was just playing with him. He was probably planning on taking pictures of him doing embarrassing things and sending them to every Slytherin in the school.

Draco felt himself heating up. Damn it, how come all the hot guys were in Gryffindor?! He could see Ron blushing all the way to the roots of his hair. The Slytherin remained silent for a few moments, taking in the rather sexy view in front of him as well as deciding on his next move. He shifted slightly in his chair.

"Push your hips forward a bit."

He said, wondering just exactly what he could get away with before Ron realised what was going on.

Looking very miffed the ginger teenager slid himself forwards across the desk, this forced him to have to lean back even further.

"Um...like that?"

He expected to hear a camera at any second; he stared at the ceiling at a loss. At least he knew whatever Draco was planning, it wasn't going to be fun for him. With that in mind he attempted to mentally prepare himself for whatever Malfoy could possibly throw at him.

Draco smiled. He stood up slowly, extracting himself from the chair. He pulled himself onto the desk between Ron's outstretched legs, and leant forward, his wand underneath the other boys chin.

"Don't move."

He said. With one hand he reached down between the Gryffindor's legs and unzipped his flies, the noise very loud in the otherwise silent dungeon. Despite his now harsh breathing, Draco kept his wand hand absolutely steady, his eyes on the other boys face. Then he reached up and gripped Ron's right hand. Draco was neither smirking nor grinning, his blue-grey eyes looking intensely into Ron's. He drew the hand down and manoeuvred it inside Ron's trousers, forcing it inside Ron's boxers too. Draco leant down so that his face was inches away from Ron's.

"Now masturbate."

He hissed.

In his state of melancholy acceptance Ron didn't notice Draco had moved until he was leaning over him, wand pressed underneath his chin. His heart sped up fearfully as he weakly attempted to scramble away, this only ended with one of his feet sliding off the desk with a rubbery squeak and one of his elbows becoming bruised. He watched wide-eyed as the blond undid his trousers and forced his own hand to turn against him. What the hell was this mad man trying to do?! The words that next left Draco's lips were more terrifying than spiders and Voldemort's name put together. He gulped scrambling clumsily in no direction at all his voice emerged in a small Ron-like squeak.

"Wh-what?..."

"Did you just go deaf? You heard what I said."

Draco extracted his non-wand hand to push Ron down as all the random scrambling was getting on his nerves. He held him with one hand in the centre of his chest and the other holding the wand against the redhead's neck. Draco grinned.

"Unless you need me to do it for you..."

Again the eyebrows moved in that speedy little gesture that was so intrinsically Malfoy.

How the bloody hell could he not have heard him!? In Ron-shock, his mouth moved but nothing decipherable emerged. The back of his head ached where it had hit the desk. He looked Malfoy in the face, his cheeks burning in mortification. He thought he'd been prepared...he thought he could handle anything Malfoy threw at him!

"But...But I can't just...just like that...!"

His hands had flown up to wrap around the seekers wrists of their own accord in self-defence. There had to be a way out of this...somewhere...oh shit...Harry...I'm panicking now...

Draco yanked his right hand out of Ron's grip, now pointing his wand directly into the panicked redheads face.

"Bottom of the league, remember?"

He snarled, his face contorting into a vicious grin.

"And I never said you could move, you little bastard!"

Taken aback, fearing more for his team than for himself Ron selflessly removed his hands from the vicious prefect, his breathing erratic in panic. This didn't stop his face heating up in anger as well as embarrassment.

"How can I not move you sick freak?!"

He yelled before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath...for the team...you've gotta be strong for the team...this is centuries we're talking about here...

"I-...FINE!!!"

He urgently looked away from the individual skulking over him scowling just as hard as he possibly could...he could still look manly if nothing else.

Draco grinned.

"Fair enough. I never said you could grab me is probably more accurate."

He continued grinning as the other boy shut his eyes, breathing deeply, then opened them to yell at Draco. The Slytherin licked his lips, his eyes gleaming. He slid his left hand over the other boy's chest, feeling up his muscles, and leant down close to his ear.

"I'm getting impatient." He muttered.

Ron gulped and shut his eyes tightly, he couldn't look at Draco or see any part of what he was about to do, for a team that would never even know the sacrifice he was making for them. After this all of his dignity, what little he had would be non-existent. Why did he have to shove Malfoy against that wall...WHY!!! Shaking in embarrassment Ron's right hand found its own way back into his trousers and he started to touch himself. He wasn't turned on at all, just terrified; He almost wished the whomping willow would appear. He decided he might as well make the most of this and attempted to imagine that Draco wasn't there and he was...in the shower or something.

"I hate you..."

He muttered even his voice shaking, trying to make it sound angrier than it was at this point.

Draco laughed quietly at Ron's feeble attempt at anger. Still, he was getting impatient and Ron wasn't hard yet. He ran his fingers over the redhead's chest as he mused a course of action. Giving into temptation (and also because he knew it would freak Ron out even more) Draco leant down and licked his Adams apple, sliding up to his neck. He stopped by the guy's ear.

"If you don't hurry up," he threatened, "I'm gonna do it for you."

The Keeper's eyes flew open as the warm wet contact of Draco's tongue connected with his sensitive neck. He gasped and shuddered as warm, but intimidating words blew across his red ears. Hurry it up?...Why did he need to hurry anything up? This was pissing him off...it didn't make any fucking-...........oh...

"W-w-w-w-wait a m-m-minute"

He rasped out in a small high-pitched squeak of a voice that went from squeaking to screaming then squeaking again.

"You can't be serious...you want to...what the bloody hell!?"

It was at this point Ron started struggling but had somehow lost proper control of his muscles, and damn...He was a good inch taller than Draco and the Slytherin still made himself appear so big.

Draco moved his hand to Ron's throat, slamming him down onto the desk as he struggled. He sneered.

"Took you long enough to work that out."

He commented, his eyebrows raising and lowering in one swift movement. His eyes flickered over Ron's body; the undone flies, the yummy looking six-pack, defined chest and furious face. He leant his head to one side, and tightened his grip on the boy's throat ever so slightly.

"My threat still stands by the way." He said.

Ronald's head and shoulders connected with the desk again with a thud. He groaned in pain and coughed a little as his breathing became restricted ever so slightly. The eyes, the eyebrows, the voice, they said it all. He was dead meat on toast. He took a deep breath and again clamped his eyes shut and slid his hand back into his underpants. He concentrated solely on sexy thoughts kneading the flesh between his legs. Surprisingly, even under all the pressure, he was a horny enough teenager to get it up.

Draco lessened his grip on Ron's neck, allowing him to breathe freely. He stashed his wand away safely while Ron's eyes were shut. Draco moved his hand to grip the hair at the back of Ron's head, pulling it back a little. His eyes travelled the length of the Gryffindor's body, tension ringing throughout the dungeon. He leant closer to Ron's face.

"That's good. Keep doing that."

He half groaned, his breathing heavy. Draco started licking the boys Adams apple again, enjoying the others vulnerability. The hand not tangled in Ron's hair started roaming across his torso…

The Gryffindor's breathing became more laboured. He shuddered as a hand found its way into his hair. He chose to obey the hand rather than be in pain and allowed his head to be moved. Draco's voice was speaking to him again, this time it was different, this time Ron liked how it sounded. A small noise of pleasure escaped his lips as the Slytherin began touching him again. He was ashamed of himself but dared not stop.

Draco heard the tiny moan, and it sent shudders down his spine. He moved away abruptly, and smoothly pulled Ron's trousers off, dropping them to the floor and returning to his previous position almost seamlessly. He licked up the boys quivering throat and sucked on his earlobe momentarily. One hand in Ron's hair, he moved the other down to caress his hip and the top of his leg, panting.

"Cry out."

He whispered, his breathing harsh and fast. He licked the edge of Ron's ear.

"Moan out loud so I can hear you."

Sweat was building up in Draco's hair and on his face. He ran his hand back along the redhead's body, firmly stroking its way up his torso before settling on his swiftly rising and falling solar plexus.

The redhead felt fabric leave his legs, his shoes clunked to the floor in the process, leaving him in his socks and underwear. He grimaced trying to ignore it and kept his eyes planted firmly closed, in a sort of if I can't see it, it isn't happening sort of way. His face went redder as he felt the shorter students hands and tongue on him, shuddered trying to sink backwards into the desk, which obviously didn't work. He forced his hand to continue rising and falling inside his maroon underpants, he failed to keep his eyes closed or contain the gasp of surprise that evacuated his mouth as Draco's sleazy whisper violated his ear. Ron couldn't believe it, wasn't this for blackmail? Was Draco actually just enjoying this? His face went redder if possible and as much as he hated, and would NEVER admit it, the low sultry voice that followed the whisper almost did draw a moan from his lips...almost.

"You're insane..."

He panted out, having no better comebacks.

Draco smirked.

"Fun, isn't it?"

He laughed smugly, smirking down into Ron's now open eyes. This was sooooooo fun. He leant down impulsively and ran the tip of his tongue from the top of Ron's collarbone down over his pecs to the redhead's hip, then straight back up to his neck. The Gryffindor had been sweating, so his skin tasted salty and sharp. Suddenly, Draco moved back off the desk so that he was standing, an evil little smile on his face, his eyes glinting. He grabbed Ron's ankles and dragged him forwards so that his calves were dangling off the desk. Still grinning, he reached up and swiftly yanked off Ron's (rather entertainingly coloured) underpants.

The poor unfortunate little Gryffindor glared as best he could in retaliation from his rather demeaning position. He held out as best he could against the blonds' advances but failed utterly, a long shuddering groan escaping his lips.

"Go to hell Malfoy..."

He panted defeatedly before yelping in surprise as he suddenly lurched forwards across the desk. It was like it all happened in slow motion, like some terrible cruel horror film, Malfoy's grin, his hands gripping the waistband of his boxers, and then them leaving his form, leaving him in only his white socks. Ronald Weasley...panicked...his arms and legs flailed uncontrollably causing him to fall off of the desk where he scrambled around on the floor grabbing his shirt and tried to use it as a shield.

"You...you...STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

He sputtered glancing to the locked door in disdain before shutting himself inside the cupboard, sliding down the wooden walls in his now cramped and dark surroundings he tried to think of a plan...anything...but all he could hear was the echo of his own panicked, and un-wantingly aroused breathing. He swore under his breath...a lot.

"Shit shit...gah...no...This isn't...fuck...ahhhh..."