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Poor Ron woke up the next morning. His body ached, he didn't know anything. Tired an helpless he opened his eyes.
Where the hell was he? Where was Harry? And Seamus? He was alone in a room, which he had never seen. Confused and disoriented he rubbed his eyelids. And why the hell was his
body hurting so much? Anxious he looked under the blanket to take a look at his body. "Bloody hell", he squeaked. Why the hell was he NAKED! He never slept NAKED! Desperately he
grabbed the blanket and covered himself, that only his red hair could be seen. WHY THE BLOODY HELL AM I NAKED? With whom was I? Had he laid a girl last night? And why was he
alone then? Had he been drunk? His eyes wandered over the sheets, he shifted a bit and looked at a big spot. It was red. Bloo...Blood? Oh my god, he did hurt the girl, did he? Now he
understood why he was alone. He'd messed it up. This poor girl, surely her complete body would hurt... because of him! He was such a... Suddenly he froze in his thought.
HIS body was hurting.
Dazed he touched himself between his legs and stiffened. There was everything sore!
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" That was when the realization just drowned him. The girl...that was him!
He was laid. Teary-eyed he clasped the blanket and glanced fearful around the room. Everything was green. No way, no way, he couldn't be laid by a bloody snake, could he?
His life was shattered! Who could it be? With whom he could go to bed with?
"Morning my little Weasel", came the significant drawl. Ron's eyes widen in shock, his head snapped to the door, where the one and only Draco Malfoy stood, leaning on the door frame with a meal tray on his arms. No way, no way! This couldn't be! This was e perverted joke! No way in bloody hell.
"Did you sleep well?" His voice was pure mockery. His smirk was the bitterest humiliation!
In a predatory way Malfoy swaggered to Ron's bedside, who panicked at the sight of his tormentor.
Hastily he looked for his wand, it was under the pillow, and grabbed it. "Stupor!" Malfoy was thrown at the wall, the food flew through the whole room. With shaky hands and teary eyes Ron grabbed his clothes and pulled them on. Every inch of his body ached, staggering he walked to the Slytherin prince, who was lying on the floor. Malfoy tried to reach out for his wand, which rolled over the floor.
Alarmed Ron stepped on his fingers, which almost touched his wand. Ron wanted to quash this dirty fingers under his shoes. He lunged for Malfoy's throat and shook him. "You...YOU RAPED ME! YOU...YOU...!" He was too shaky, too fragile. "ROT IN HELL...YOU FUCKING RAPIST!"
He lunged out and hit him with his fist right in the eye. "Petrificus totalus!", he yelled. He didn't want Malfoy to follow him. He was scared of him. Scared of what had happened last night. Distraught he ran out of the room, tears spilled out of the corner of his eyes. Never in his life he felt so... dirty...so used. Draco Malfoy had fucked him. This was a nightmare. He wanted to see the slimy ferret dead! Malfoy ravished his virginity! And...oh ….his backside was in pain!
Painfully he dragged himself to the Gryffindor-Tower. A few times he thought he was almost near a collapse. Finally he threw himself on his fourposter-bed in the dormitory and closed the curtains.
Fortunately today was Hogsmeade Weekend, so he could sleep all day long and try to forget what had happened. "Ron? Where have you been all night long! I got worried about you! Ron!"
Harry pulled the curtains open and sat beside his best friend. "Ron, are you okay?" With tears in his eyes Ron buried his head in the warm pillow, so that his best friend couldn't see his was laying on his stomach,because this wasn't that much painful than otherwise. "Should we visit Madam Pomfrey?" "NO! NO WAY,NO!", Ron blurted out.
"I mean, I'm fine really, I just don't want to go to Hogsmeade... want to sleep..." Frowning Harry looked at his best friend. "Hey, good for you, you weren't there at breakfast. Draco Malfoy... I swear he was with a girl tonight. He was the slimy git he used to be last year. He swaggered through the Great Hall, put lots of food on a large meal tray and strutted out of the hall. I'm wondering if he was with Parkinson."
Ron immediately jerked at his best friends words and hid his face deeper in the soft pillows. "Whatever, at least I hope your girl tonight wasn't that ugly like" Ron heard him snicker. "Pug-face." Almost a whimper escaped the redhead, but he pressed his lips rougher to the soft fabric .
He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. For his own taste, he would prefer Pansy much more than the undeniable truth.
That he was with Draco Malfoy tonight. HE was the 'girl' in HIS bed. Oh, if Harry would know this! Merlin, if anyone would ever know! He hoped desperately, that no one would ever know! No one! Ever!
"Get a little rest, had a wild night, did you?" Harry chuckled silently and tussled his red locks before he left the room. "Bye Ron!" "See you later, mate!", he heard Seamus and Dean while leaving their dormitory.
As the door was shut, Ron started crying. He cried till his eyes were red and swollen and then he fell into a dreamless sleep. Everything was dark and warm. His blanket and his pillows were soft and protective. He sighed pleased from his pleasant sleep, before a tugging on his window woke him up.
Dazed he tried to blink through his half-opened eyelids, but he couldn't recognize anything. "Quiet", he whined sleepy. "Wanna...just..wanna sleep", he moaned.
But the tugging didn't stop, instead it became more annoying and louder. "For Merlin's sake!", he hissed annoyed and grabbed his wand. Without looking at the window he let the window fly open.
"Thank you, Weasley", he heard the distinctive voice of Malfoy. "Iiiiiiiiiiiek!", he squeaked and fell backwards down his bed, eyes directed to the window, where Draco Malfoy was lying lazily on his Nimbus 2001 and looked at him as if he was his hunted prey.
In shock Ron tried to shut the window with his wand. "Ah ah ah, Weasley, you don't want to be a bad host, do you?" His predatory smirk grew wider at the sight of the little Weasley, crawling in panic at the floor.
In the moment, as he wanted to fly in Ron's dormitory, the redhead screamed , threw himself against the window and tugged desperately at it. "Fly away! Malfoy I warn you! I hex you! I kill you! Hands off the window! Hands off my COLLAR!", he screeched in pure panic, as Malfoy grabbed him. The Slytherin laughed maliciously and relished the reactions of Weasley.
"Why? I am here to look at my pretty princess. Isn't that allowed?", he asked innocently.
"Just wanted to see for myself, if she's good. If her body is well after that marvelous night!", he raved with a pleasant grin. Ron clapped his hands on Malfoys mouth and hissed anxiously. "Malfoy, shut it! What if anybody..." "Everybody is..mmphh...in Hogsmeade...stupid Weasley...mphhh...take yor hands off..." "Aaaahhh!", with a painful yelp he released the Slytherin and stared at his hand.
"You...you just bit me!", he whined. "You foal, loathsome, slimy git!" Malfoy let his head fall back and laughed amused, before he grabbed his broomstick and flew towards Ron, ran his broom handle in the redheads stomach.
Ron fell to the floor and Malfoy threw his broom carelessly in the corner of the room. "So...I'm in now.", he declared triumphantly and glanced around interested. "Out of my room! OUT OF MY ROOM!", Ron yelled furious from the floor.
"Weasley, why should I?", Malfoy asked disdainfully. Quickly Ron reached after his wand, but Malfoy was faster. "Accio Weasley's wand!", he commanded and Ron watched helplessly his wand flying into Malfoy's hands.
"My wand!", he whined! "MY WAND!" Without thinking he threw himself on top of the Slytherin and lunged for his throat.
"You will pay for that!", he screamed. "You will regret putting hands on me! You will regret being born!" In rage he strangled him for all he was worth before -"Stupor!"- he was tossed at the wall behind him. Moaning from pain he lied at the floor, eyes hate- filled directed to Malfoy.
Casually the blond walked across the room and bend himself over Ron's body. "Seeing my princess wasn't the only reason I came here." His eyes straitened to little slits. "Also I wanted to remember you about one thing." Slowly he came closer and closer to Ron's ear. "I ended the curse, before making you to my girl", he breathed cruelly in his ear. Ron could sense his hot breath, his cold words cut deep in his chest.
"So, this is your bed, is it?", he asked, as he stood up and walked to Ron's bed. With a pleasant sigh he dropped himself on Ron's bed. Numb Ron was lying on the floor, he whimpered quietly. "Out of my bed...please..." Malfoys words truly hurt him. "I'm not a girl", he whispered sad and stared with empty eyes at the ceiling. Malfoy spoilt his virginity, his innocence, his pride and finally his manhood.
Malfoy inhaled the pure smell of his Weasley and shut his eyes pleased. Here his little boy slept for the last five years. This bed was holy in his eyes. But the quiet voice of the Weasley concerned him. Slowly he crawled on all fours over the redheads bed and reached down for his cheek.
"Of course you're a boy", he assured him softly and carefully stroked his cheek.
The truth was, after waking up next to the Gryffindor, Malfoy felt nothing but strong guilt. He escaped from the room and calmed himself down outside before making a decision. He wanted to act like a man. So he strutted into the Great Hall and get the best food for his Weasel.
But Ron's freak-out in his room hit his nerves. The guilt he felt grew every second and the anger in him, too. How dare the Weasel called him a rapist? He wanted it! How dare he was lying! Weasley wanted it, he knew it!
But Draco didn't want to hurt his Weasley. "Of course you are a boy", he whispered tenderly. "And the prettiest in Hogwarts. After me." He grinned down at Ron, whom escaped a panic-fuelled laughter.
"Malfoy, you're sick!", he grumbled quietly, before they both heard voices in the Gryffindor common room. "Fuck, they're back", Draco groaned and looked regretful at Weasley. Quickly he grabbed him and pulled him on the bed. "Malfoy!", Ron squeaked and tried to get away from his tormentor, with fear in his eyes.
But Draco shoved him softly into his pillows and laid himself on top of Ron's body. "Weasley", he whispered quietly. "Forgive me." Before Ronald could react, there were soft lips on his own. "I never learned how to love", he whispered sadly before he climbed off the bed and strutted to the window. "Accio broom", he ordered and rushed with his Nimbus 2001 in the deep darkness, while Ron kept lying on his bed with the feeling of Malfoy's body on him.