Neither of them guessed what Ron was thinking. What he was reliving in his mind.
The previous day, after his sobs subsided and his salty tears had dried on his face, Ron had gotten up and continued on to his next class. He had tried his best to pretend everything was normal, but kept getting lost in his thoughts, trying to make sense of what Malfoy had done to him. All he had done was touch his chest and kissed his ear. So why was Ron drowning in a sea of confusion and anguish? Maybe it was because it was so out of character for Malfoy to be so... tender. Hell, it was unusual for Malfoy to be civil towards Ron. What did it all mean?
Ron's blue eyes flicked over to the Slytherin table, where Pansy Parkinson was trying to get Malfoy's attention. The blond-haired boy was pointedly ignoring her, systematically taking bites of his breakfast. To Ron's disappointment, Malfoy didn't seem at all preoccupied with what had happened between them.
But Malfoy was thinking about it. Why does he do this to me, anyway? He thought, imagining Ron's face and resisting the urge to glance over towards the other boy. He's got a long nose, he's not particularly attractive... So why? He finished his eggs and set down his fork, gazing at the owls that were now pouring into the Great Hall. The beginnings of anger were rising in his chest. Weasley had no right to make him feel like this. No right. He would take care of these feelings. Next time he had the oppurtuniy, he would act, and, as he had already decided the previous day, he would not hold back. Once he had actually done something about these feelings, they would go away, he was certain. It was just a whim. An impulse. There was nothing real there.
Draco rose, and left the Great Hall, not noticing the blue eyes following him.
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A week went by, with no further advances on Draco's part. Ron had drawn the (mistaken) conclusion that it was a one-time thing, and had resolved to put the incident out of his mind. Hermione and Harry had decided that Ron's sullen mood was due to double potions, and, since he had returned to his normal self, they read no more than that into it. It seemed that things were getting back to normal.
As Ron was walking down the hall after Ancient Runes - a class he didn't share with either Harry or Hermione - he thought he was alone. The hallway was deserted, and the only audible footsteps were Ron's own. He waswondering how he would ever finish the assignment they had been left, when something grabbed onto his shoulder and pushed him unceremoniously into the boys' bathroom. He whirled around, and found himself once again face-to-face with Draco Malfoy's pointed features.
"Malfoy, what the bloody h - " Ron was silenced by Draco's lips over his as the Slytherin kissed him roughly. The redhead's bag dropped to the floor, scattering his books over the white tile. Malfoy shoved him against the wall, pinning Ron's wrists against the wall with his hands. His kisses became deeper, his tongue plunging into the Gryffindor's mouth. Ron moaned softly, even as his mind shrieked I don't want this! He moved his head to the side, trying to avoid Draco's hot kisses, but Draco wasn't put off. He brushed his lips down the curve of Ron's neck, then began biting and sucking the skin of his shoulder. Ron went weak at the knees, leaning against the bathroom wall for support.
"Malfoy... Get off me," Ron spat quickly, before his willpower was completely dissolved by Draco's ministrations. He shoved the blonde back, adjusting the collar of his robes. "What the... What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded, his voice shaking. A dark red blush had settled across his freckled cheeks. "I'm not... I'm not that way. Where do you think you're getting off, doing this to me every time I'm alone?" His voice grew in confidence now that Draco's hands - and, more importantly, his lips - were no longer on him. The Slytherin's face fell into a frown, then a glare.
"You didn't stop me before," he said, crossing his arms. Ron hesitated at that, but quickly formed an excuse.
"Because you were bloody all over me before I could!" he said loudly, bending over to gather up his books.
You liked it, Malfoy thought angrily, as Ron shouldered his bag and strode towards the door. He had moaned whenDraco kissed him. Moaned! The bathroom door swung shut, leaving Draco standing alone in the bathroom. Rage reared its head in his stomach, and he felt his ears grow hot with it.
He flung open the door, running after Ron. Surprisingly, the hallway was still empty. Draco slammed Ron into the wall, grabbing the collar of his robe, his enraged face inches from Ron's nose.
"Do you know who I am, Weasley?" he hissed, "Draco Malfoy." Ron cringed away from the other boy's angry face, squirming slightly. "I always get what I want," Draco spat. The distant sound of voices was drawing nearer. If it had not been for that, Draco probably would have continued what he had started in the bathroom right there in the hallway. Instead, he roughly released Ron's collar, adjusted his own collar,and shot one last glare at Ron before stalking off. A few moments later, a group of giggling Ravenclaw girls turned the corner.
Ron quickly pulled himself together, even managing to smile at the girls. Cold fear coursed down his spine. I always get what I want...
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Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room, glaring at anyone who happened to glance his way. Deep down he knew his anger was to hide the hot, swirling rejection he felt. Draco Malfoy didn't get rejected! He fully intended to carry out his promise to Ron as soon as the oppurtunity presented itself, he thought darkly to himself.
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