Title: Pieces Of You

Summary: Draco always gets what he wants. So why should this time be different?

Warning: Strong R-rated, at least in future chapters. Draco/Ron pairing, with Draco dominance.

Disclaimer: I don't own Draco, though I wish I did ;)

Chapter 3:

The kiss only lasted a moment. A moment of pure bliss which ended with a stinging pain in his lower lip and the taste of blood in his mouth. He drew away and looked at Ron, who was trying to get him off of the bed.

"What the hell!"

Ron had just noticed his hands were cuffed to the bedpost.

"You bastard! Uncuff me!"

Draco grinned. Still straddling Ron, he stared intently at his face, which was now red in anger.

"Malfoy!"

"Yes?"

He drawled, moving his face closer to the redhead, who started moving his head out of pure desperation, trying to avoid the lips coming closer to his.

Draco's owl, a beautiful white creature, landed on Draco's shoulder, momentarily distracting him.

"You're lucky this time Weasel"

He uncuffed Ron, got off the bed and untied the letter that was attached to the leg of his owl.

Draco,

It has come to my notice that you will be spending the next few weeks magically chained to a certain redhaired wizard. I feel it is my duty to warn you that you must NOT, I repeat not harm him in any way during these weeks. The Dark Lord has foreseen that he will be very important in the future.

Lucius Malfoy.

You lucky bastard, Draco thought.

He was still aroused by the way Ron had reacted to his kiss. The way he bit Draco's lower lip, not out of bliss or want, but because he couldn't bare to be kissed like that by the guy he had always considered to be his enemy. It was strange how he could get so turned on by feelings that were negative. Loathing, disgust, those feelings were stronger, more overpowering, than the need or lust he had experienced coming from girls. He loved having power, loved being able to make Ron crawl, cry out. He loved to make him feel dirty.

Ofcourse he would never force him. At least not sex. There were limits, even for Draco Malfoy. He loved to hurt Ron, but a part of him wanted to protect him too.

From what, he wasn't sure. But the fact that his father forbid him to hurt Weasley stirred up strange feelings in his stomach. He was important to the future. Would the Dark Lord hurt him? The thought of Ron, being helpless and tortured by anyone besides himself made his eyes black with anger.

Nobody will touch him! Nobody! Ron is mine and mine alone! If anybody as much as lays a finger on him...

Calm down Draco!

He sighed and hid his face in his hands.

At first Ron had been angry. Furious. How dare Malfoy touch him, let alone kiss him! What was wrong with that boy?

He hadn't just been angry with Draco. He was angry with himself too. For allowing Draco's lips to touch his, even if it was just a second. He should have bitten his lip straight away, but instead for a few moments he allowed himself to be kissed by his archnemesis.

He felt disgusted with himself. Disgusted for the reaction his body gave him. The yearning sensation. The pain that he usually felt when disobeying Draco had vanished, and a peaceful feeling had spread through his body. He had belonged there. In his arms. With their lips connected.

Now, he felt sorry for him. Whatever had been in that letter seemed to be serious, because Draco had been sitting in the same position for almost half an hour now. His face was hidden in his hands, and his whole body portrayed a sense of desperation.

Ignoring the anger which flared up inside of him with every step he took closer to Malfoy, he carefully placed his hand on Draco's shoulder and, straining to make his voice sound as natural as he possibly could, asked:

"Are you okay?"

Draco's head shot up, his eyes staring at Ron with surprise. He had just hurt the boy, abused and humiliated him, and now he was being as gentle as a summerbreeze.

Fighting down his usual sneer and sarcastic tone he kept looking at Ron, smiling faintly.

"I will be...thanks"

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Love, Miarae.