Tangled webs - part 3
Hello. This is the third in a 5 part series, and part five all depends on your comments! Thankyou.p
Draco gasped for breath as he lay on the forest floor, his sweat mingling with Ron's as he lay on top of him. They had done it… and both were extremely tired. Draco groaned as Ron stroked his chest gently, and he turned and draped his arms around him. Draco saw that Ron's eyes were half glazed over with lust.. did he look like that too? He hoped not, because he actually felt for Ron, even if his feelings weren't mutual. Ron looked even more beautiful when he was naked, and Draco just wanted to hold him for all eternity.
"We'd better get back to the castle…" Ron whispered, but Draco shook his head.
"No. Let me hold you… God knows when we'll get to be together again…" he said, holding Ron firmly.
He couldn't say much to that, and so he just pulled his discarded robes over them and settled back, waiting for Draco to speak. However, he found himself longing to say something that had been playing on his mind since Draco had first taken hold of him in the corridor. In the end, when Draco said nothing, he did.
"Draco… I need to talk to you… it's going to sound really stupid-"
"Nothing you could say would sound stupid to me, Ron, because I think I… I think I love you…" he interrupted.
Ron fell silent, shocked at the very prospect. Draco, the boy he had loathed for so many years, wanted to push off the top of a very tall building –was in love with him! But, so was Harry! This was getting more complicated by the minute… Draco surveyed him, and saw the look in his eyes.
"You don't love me though, do you?" he continued miserably. "You're in love with Harry, any fool can see it."
"Yeah, I love Harry… but I think that…."
"What?" Draco asked, his heart banging In his chest.
"That when you get past the hard exterior of Draco Malfoy, you find a sweet, emotional lad, whom I could really get to like… But yeah, I do love Harry. I admit it. I've loved him ever since I first met him on the bloody train, when he sat there and told me everything he was worried about." Ron said, closing his bright blue eyes, the pain coursing through his body once again.
Draco stayed silent, but he longed to tell Ron that he was better than Harry, could give him more and deliver more than Harry could; but he knew Ron would never listen.
"I'm going to have to think about this." He said finally, stroking Draco's white-blond hair.
He nodded and sat up, reaching for his clothes. Ron kissed along his shoulder and said, "You don't have to go just yet, do you? We've got ages before dinner…"
"I'm sorry… I can't, knowing that nothing will come of it."
"Well, I'm hoping at least one of us will come!" Ron joked, and Draco smiled. "And who says nothing will come of it? I never said that, did I?"At this, Draco leapt back on top of him and began kissing him madly. His freckled cheeks flushed red and his body tightened on the ground where it lay.
"This is my time. I'm going to show you what I'm made of.." Draco said, as he licked along Ron's chest.
"Okay… just be gentle…"
Draco chuckled devilishly, and began…
That night, Draco lay on his bed, staring at the canopy above him. His mind was full of the experience he had just shared with Ron, the boy he loved… But, even though Ron had said something might come out of it, he knew that it wouldn't. As soon as Harry woke up Ron would march right up there and tell him how he felt. Would Draco be left on his own? He thought that he would, for nobody else wanted him, he was too powerful to even get looked at by the members of his own house, and everyone else was petrified of him. Sighing, he turned his thoughts to taking Ron into his bedroom back at the manor… he'd push him on the black leather bed.. then cover him with cream and chocolate sauce… his father wouldn't have a clue, and they would continue deep into the night… and deep into each other's bodies… He was jerked out of his fantasies by a knock on the dormitory door, and he cursed whoever it was as he strode across the room to answer it. Opening the door, he found no-one there.
"Hello?" he called, looking up and down the passageway.
"Its me!" hissed Ron's voice, "I'm wearing Harry's invisibility cloak! Let me in!"
Draco stepped aside and he felt Ron brush pass him. Shutting the door, he turned and saw Ron standing there with an impish grin on his face.
"I couldn't go to bed without seeing you." He explained, throwing his arms around Draco.
He grinned and looked at Ron, in his dressing gown and pyjamas. He pointed to the bed and Ron walked to it and collapsed on the soft mattress. Draco walked over and sat next to him, drawing the hangings around them.
"We've got ages before the others come to bed. They never come before one." He said hopefully, but Ron shook his head.
"Nah, sorry Draco, but I'm knackered. I think we've done enough for one day." Ron said, snaking his arms around him.
He nodded and pulled back the covers, motioning for Ron to climb inside. When they were both settled in each other's arms, Draco said, "So have you been to see Harry yet?"
"They wouldn't let me in… Hermione told me to fuck off… I felt like crying again… she'll never understand me, I swear."
"Calm down." Draco said, laying a finger on Ron's lips. "She doesn't know how you feel… she blames you, I guess…"
"She should. If only I had stayed and talked to him then all this would never have happened… If I hadn't've smacked him round the face then…. Oh, this is all my fault."
Draco silenced him with a lingering kiss. He loved the way he could do that, just with one touch of his lips…. Ron closed his eyes and after a while, he drifted off to sleep, leaving Draco to think about him. He could feel his erection building on as he was lying there. There was nothing he could do to stop it… sighing, he reached into his pyjama bottoms and began to stroke gently. He had done this so many times before… and he thought that he would have to do it for the rest of his school years. If only he had known that he would be lying next to Ron a few weeks ago, then all the heartache he had been suffering wouldn't have been necessary. His heart had always been deprived of love… his parents had never really loved him, and he had spent much of his childhood alone. He had never seen his older brother much, because he was in disgrace… he had been the only member of the Malfoy family to be in Gryffindor house, and his parents sent him away to a boarding school in Switzerland at the age of fifteen. His name was Alexander, and Draco missed him a lot. He had never been able to talk to him, tell him how he felt about the absence of him and his parents love… sighing, Draco turned his attention back to what he was doing. When he was just about there, he heard voices in the room. He prayed that they wouldn't come to see him…
"Yeah.. that's what everyone's saying…" came Crabbe's voice.
"That he's woken up?" Goyle's loud voice boomed around the room.
Draco glanced at Ron, who was sleeping peacefully at his side, his chest rising and falling steadily. Should he wake him and tell him? He knew that he should, but could he make himself give him up so easily? Could he face the coldness of being alone that would surely follow Ron's departure? Yes. He knew that he had to. Sighing, he gently moved his hand to Ron's forehead and began to stroke. Then, he leant over and kissed his lips. This worked. Ron stirred and looked at him imploringly. Draco waited till the other voices in the room had faded before whispering," They just said that Harry's woken up…"
Ron, however, didn't move. He bit his lip and then hissed back, "There's no point in me going to see him now, because Hermione will be there and won't let me in. I'll stay here with you, thanks… You don't mind, do you?"
Draco shook his head, and smiled at the red-headed boy next to him. Ron grinned and kissed Draco tenderly, and ran his hand over his chest. He looked down and saw Draco's hard-on. Rolling his eyes, he said, "Honestly. I can't leave you alone for five seconds…"
He reached down and began to stroke. When he had finished, Draco was gasping and trying hard not to cry out. His pyjama bottoms were soaking wet, and he couldn't exactly get out of bed and change. Sighing, he looked at Ron and whispered, "I'm not lying here like this all night. Can we use the cloak to go somewhere else? We can't talk properly here, anyway.""Yeah, I s'pose.." Ron agreed and pulled the cloak over them both.
Draco gingerly pulled back the curtains and looked at the other beds. Faint snores could be heard from within all. He motioned for Ron to follow, and they both crept to the door. When they were safely in the corridor, Ron performed a simple spell that dried off Draco's nightwear easily. They walked out of the Slytherin common room minutes later, and found themselves right outside the potions dungeon.
"No-one would know… Snape never goes in there at night… his office is next door, but if we don't make any noise…" Draco suggested, and Ron nodded.
Opening the lock with his wand, Draco lit the lamps and pulled Ron inside. When the door was locked shut and the cloak had been taken off, he put his arms around Ron's neck and looked deep into his eyes. There was a yearning there –not unfamiliar to Draco, for he felt it too. But this was for Harry, whereas his was for Ron. And he had him. Why wasn't he forcing Ron to go out with him and to drop his feelings for Harry altogether? That was the sort of thing he would have normally done… What was different now? Why didn't he just push Ron back on that desk and tell him that he was now property of the great Draco Malfoy, and if he wanted to live that he would never feel for Harry Potter again in his life? Because he couldn't. He couldn't tell someone how to feel –it was just wrong. Love was turning him soft, it was official. As Ron closed his eyes, and tried to think of someone other than Harry or Draco, he let his body relax. Draco ran his fingers through Ron's fiery red hair, and he longed to be kissing him –or something else! But they couldn't, not while Snape was next door in his office. It was too risky. Draco kissed along the neck in front of him, nibbling and leaving tiny marks that would be gone by morning. Draco groaned and sniffed Ron's hair softly, taking in his wonderful scent. They stood there for about ten minutes, holding each other tightly, and only pulled apart when a noise came from outside. But it was only a few stray Slytherins who seemed to have sneaked out and gotten drunk.
"Stupid idiots." Ron muttered, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah, but lets not talk about them… lets talk about you…" Draco whispered.
"What's there to talk about? You pretty much know everything, your father being who he is…" Ron said, blushing due to the fact that someone wanted to know about him.
"I mean your life before Hogwarts. What was your childhood like?" Draco said, sitting him down on the desk.
"Well… there's not much to tell… but if you want to know.. When I was younger, I was really stubborn, I guess. I never wanted to wear things that were hand-me downs from my brothers, but I never really had much choice. Fred and George used to be hell –they weren't very helpful as older brothers until they reached the age of twelve. They started Hogwarts and suddenly became the wisest and cleverest people I knew closest to my own age. Bill and Charlie were my real saviours though.. they were the ones who told me about girls and er, sex…. They were my agony-brothers, if you like. When I started school, I was pretty clued up on stuff that an eleven year old should be. After then, I found things out on my own and became more in-dependant. I had my own friends, and my own life where my mother wasn't here to watch over my every move." Ron said, and while he paused for a breath, Draco asked, "How old were you when you realised you were gay?"
"Er, I guess I was about fourteen. No-one knows –except you and Charlie… I'd appreciate it if it stayed that way, too…"
"No worries.. Your secret's safe with me.. Anything else I should know?"
"Nope, that's about it.. what about you?"
"Well… I think you should know about Alexander. He's my older brother. But he's never mentioned because he was in Gryffindor when he was at school. My dad never talks about him and he's not allowed in our manor. He stood up to my dad when he started following Voldemort, and made it clear he didn't agree with what he was doing. He had recently finished his time at the boarding school in Switzerland, where he was sent after five years at this school. My dad threw him out –and I haven't seen him since I was six years old." Draco said, wondering what his father would do if he ever found out that he had told someone about Alex.
"He threw him out because he didn't agree with him over Voldemort? Well, I wouldn't like to think about him doing that to you…"Ron said, furrowing his brow.
"No, I'm always on my best behaviour when I'm at home –just in case."
"What does your mother say?" Ron asked.
"She never really cared for either of us, she only married dad for his money… When they decided to have children he really had to talk her into it. I think she was afraid of him though… otherwise she would have run off ages ago." Draco said sadly, his gaze dropping to the floor.
Ron sighed and sat back on the desk, leaving Draco standing where he was. Ron couldn't believe that the Malfoy family had so many problems… Shaking his head, he looked at Draco, and waited for him to come over.
Hello. This is the third in a 5 part series, and part five all depends on your comments! Thankyou.p
Draco gasped for breath as he lay on the forest floor, his sweat mingling with Ron's as he lay on top of him. They had done it… and both were extremely tired. Draco groaned as Ron stroked his chest gently, and he turned and draped his arms around him. Draco saw that Ron's eyes were half glazed over with lust.. did he look like that too? He hoped not, because he actually felt for Ron, even if his feelings weren't mutual. Ron looked even more beautiful when he was naked, and Draco just wanted to hold him for all eternity.
"We'd better get back to the castle…" Ron whispered, but Draco shook his head.
"No. Let me hold you… God knows when we'll get to be together again…" he said, holding Ron firmly.
He couldn't say much to that, and so he just pulled his discarded robes over them and settled back, waiting for Draco to speak. However, he found himself longing to say something that had been playing on his mind since Draco had first taken hold of him in the corridor. In the end, when Draco said nothing, he did.
"Draco… I need to talk to you… it's going to sound really stupid-"
"Nothing you could say would sound stupid to me, Ron, because I think I… I think I love you…" he interrupted.
Ron fell silent, shocked at the very prospect. Draco, the boy he had loathed for so many years, wanted to push off the top of a very tall building –was in love with him! But, so was Harry! This was getting more complicated by the minute… Draco surveyed him, and saw the look in his eyes.
"You don't love me though, do you?" he continued miserably. "You're in love with Harry, any fool can see it."
"Yeah, I love Harry… but I think that…."
"What?" Draco asked, his heart banging In his chest.
"That when you get past the hard exterior of Draco Malfoy, you find a sweet, emotional lad, whom I could really get to like… But yeah, I do love Harry. I admit it. I've loved him ever since I first met him on the bloody train, when he sat there and told me everything he was worried about." Ron said, closing his bright blue eyes, the pain coursing through his body once again.
Draco stayed silent, but he longed to tell Ron that he was better than Harry, could give him more and deliver more than Harry could; but he knew Ron would never listen.
"I'm going to have to think about this." He said finally, stroking Draco's white-blond hair.
He nodded and sat up, reaching for his clothes. Ron kissed along his shoulder and said, "You don't have to go just yet, do you? We've got ages before dinner…"
"I'm sorry… I can't, knowing that nothing will come of it."
"Well, I'm hoping at least one of us will come!" Ron joked, and Draco smiled. "And who says nothing will come of it? I never said that, did I?"At this, Draco leapt back on top of him and began kissing him madly. His freckled cheeks flushed red and his body tightened on the ground where it lay.
"This is my time. I'm going to show you what I'm made of.." Draco said, as he licked along Ron's chest.
"Okay… just be gentle…"
Draco chuckled devilishly, and began…
That night, Draco lay on his bed, staring at the canopy above him. His mind was full of the experience he had just shared with Ron, the boy he loved… But, even though Ron had said something might come out of it, he knew that it wouldn't. As soon as Harry woke up Ron would march right up there and tell him how he felt. Would Draco be left on his own? He thought that he would, for nobody else wanted him, he was too powerful to even get looked at by the members of his own house, and everyone else was petrified of him. Sighing, he turned his thoughts to taking Ron into his bedroom back at the manor… he'd push him on the black leather bed.. then cover him with cream and chocolate sauce… his father wouldn't have a clue, and they would continue deep into the night… and deep into each other's bodies… He was jerked out of his fantasies by a knock on the dormitory door, and he cursed whoever it was as he strode across the room to answer it. Opening the door, he found no-one there.
"Hello?" he called, looking up and down the passageway.
"Its me!" hissed Ron's voice, "I'm wearing Harry's invisibility cloak! Let me in!"
Draco stepped aside and he felt Ron brush pass him. Shutting the door, he turned and saw Ron standing there with an impish grin on his face.
"I couldn't go to bed without seeing you." He explained, throwing his arms around Draco.
He grinned and looked at Ron, in his dressing gown and pyjamas. He pointed to the bed and Ron walked to it and collapsed on the soft mattress. Draco walked over and sat next to him, drawing the hangings around them.
"We've got ages before the others come to bed. They never come before one." He said hopefully, but Ron shook his head.
"Nah, sorry Draco, but I'm knackered. I think we've done enough for one day." Ron said, snaking his arms around him.
He nodded and pulled back the covers, motioning for Ron to climb inside. When they were both settled in each other's arms, Draco said, "So have you been to see Harry yet?"
"They wouldn't let me in… Hermione told me to fuck off… I felt like crying again… she'll never understand me, I swear."
"Calm down." Draco said, laying a finger on Ron's lips. "She doesn't know how you feel… she blames you, I guess…"
"She should. If only I had stayed and talked to him then all this would never have happened… If I hadn't've smacked him round the face then…. Oh, this is all my fault."
Draco silenced him with a lingering kiss. He loved the way he could do that, just with one touch of his lips…. Ron closed his eyes and after a while, he drifted off to sleep, leaving Draco to think about him. He could feel his erection building on as he was lying there. There was nothing he could do to stop it… sighing, he reached into his pyjama bottoms and began to stroke gently. He had done this so many times before… and he thought that he would have to do it for the rest of his school years. If only he had known that he would be lying next to Ron a few weeks ago, then all the heartache he had been suffering wouldn't have been necessary. His heart had always been deprived of love… his parents had never really loved him, and he had spent much of his childhood alone. He had never seen his older brother much, because he was in disgrace… he had been the only member of the Malfoy family to be in Gryffindor house, and his parents sent him away to a boarding school in Switzerland at the age of fifteen. His name was Alexander, and Draco missed him a lot. He had never been able to talk to him, tell him how he felt about the absence of him and his parents love… sighing, Draco turned his attention back to what he was doing. When he was just about there, he heard voices in the room. He prayed that they wouldn't come to see him…
"Yeah.. that's what everyone's saying…" came Crabbe's voice.
"That he's woken up?" Goyle's loud voice boomed around the room.
Draco glanced at Ron, who was sleeping peacefully at his side, his chest rising and falling steadily. Should he wake him and tell him? He knew that he should, but could he make himself give him up so easily? Could he face the coldness of being alone that would surely follow Ron's departure? Yes. He knew that he had to. Sighing, he gently moved his hand to Ron's forehead and began to stroke. Then, he leant over and kissed his lips. This worked. Ron stirred and looked at him imploringly. Draco waited till the other voices in the room had faded before whispering," They just said that Harry's woken up…"
Ron, however, didn't move. He bit his lip and then hissed back, "There's no point in me going to see him now, because Hermione will be there and won't let me in. I'll stay here with you, thanks… You don't mind, do you?"
Draco shook his head, and smiled at the red-headed boy next to him. Ron grinned and kissed Draco tenderly, and ran his hand over his chest. He looked down and saw Draco's hard-on. Rolling his eyes, he said, "Honestly. I can't leave you alone for five seconds…"
He reached down and began to stroke. When he had finished, Draco was gasping and trying hard not to cry out. His pyjama bottoms were soaking wet, and he couldn't exactly get out of bed and change. Sighing, he looked at Ron and whispered, "I'm not lying here like this all night. Can we use the cloak to go somewhere else? We can't talk properly here, anyway.""Yeah, I s'pose.." Ron agreed and pulled the cloak over them both.
Draco gingerly pulled back the curtains and looked at the other beds. Faint snores could be heard from within all. He motioned for Ron to follow, and they both crept to the door. When they were safely in the corridor, Ron performed a simple spell that dried off Draco's nightwear easily. They walked out of the Slytherin common room minutes later, and found themselves right outside the potions dungeon.
"No-one would know… Snape never goes in there at night… his office is next door, but if we don't make any noise…" Draco suggested, and Ron nodded.
Opening the lock with his wand, Draco lit the lamps and pulled Ron inside. When the door was locked shut and the cloak had been taken off, he put his arms around Ron's neck and looked deep into his eyes. There was a yearning there –not unfamiliar to Draco, for he felt it too. But this was for Harry, whereas his was for Ron. And he had him. Why wasn't he forcing Ron to go out with him and to drop his feelings for Harry altogether? That was the sort of thing he would have normally done… What was different now? Why didn't he just push Ron back on that desk and tell him that he was now property of the great Draco Malfoy, and if he wanted to live that he would never feel for Harry Potter again in his life? Because he couldn't. He couldn't tell someone how to feel –it was just wrong. Love was turning him soft, it was official. As Ron closed his eyes, and tried to think of someone other than Harry or Draco, he let his body relax. Draco ran his fingers through Ron's fiery red hair, and he longed to be kissing him –or something else! But they couldn't, not while Snape was next door in his office. It was too risky. Draco kissed along the neck in front of him, nibbling and leaving tiny marks that would be gone by morning. Draco groaned and sniffed Ron's hair softly, taking in his wonderful scent. They stood there for about ten minutes, holding each other tightly, and only pulled apart when a noise came from outside. But it was only a few stray Slytherins who seemed to have sneaked out and gotten drunk.
"Stupid idiots." Ron muttered, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah, but lets not talk about them… lets talk about you…" Draco whispered.
"What's there to talk about? You pretty much know everything, your father being who he is…" Ron said, blushing due to the fact that someone wanted to know about him.
"I mean your life before Hogwarts. What was your childhood like?" Draco said, sitting him down on the desk.
"Well… there's not much to tell… but if you want to know.. When I was younger, I was really stubborn, I guess. I never wanted to wear things that were hand-me downs from my brothers, but I never really had much choice. Fred and George used to be hell –they weren't very helpful as older brothers until they reached the age of twelve. They started Hogwarts and suddenly became the wisest and cleverest people I knew closest to my own age. Bill and Charlie were my real saviours though.. they were the ones who told me about girls and er, sex…. They were my agony-brothers, if you like. When I started school, I was pretty clued up on stuff that an eleven year old should be. After then, I found things out on my own and became more in-dependant. I had my own friends, and my own life where my mother wasn't here to watch over my every move." Ron said, and while he paused for a breath, Draco asked, "How old were you when you realised you were gay?"
"Er, I guess I was about fourteen. No-one knows –except you and Charlie… I'd appreciate it if it stayed that way, too…"
"No worries.. Your secret's safe with me.. Anything else I should know?"
"Nope, that's about it.. what about you?"
"Well… I think you should know about Alexander. He's my older brother. But he's never mentioned because he was in Gryffindor when he was at school. My dad never talks about him and he's not allowed in our manor. He stood up to my dad when he started following Voldemort, and made it clear he didn't agree with what he was doing. He had recently finished his time at the boarding school in Switzerland, where he was sent after five years at this school. My dad threw him out –and I haven't seen him since I was six years old." Draco said, wondering what his father would do if he ever found out that he had told someone about Alex.
"He threw him out because he didn't agree with him over Voldemort? Well, I wouldn't like to think about him doing that to you…"Ron said, furrowing his brow.
"No, I'm always on my best behaviour when I'm at home –just in case."
"What does your mother say?" Ron asked.
"She never really cared for either of us, she only married dad for his money… When they decided to have children he really had to talk her into it. I think she was afraid of him though… otherwise she would have run off ages ago." Draco said sadly, his gaze dropping to the floor.
Ron sighed and sat back on the desk, leaving Draco standing where he was. Ron couldn't believe that the Malfoy family had so many problems… Shaking his head, he looked at Draco, and waited for him to come over.