"Well, if it isn't Weasley, minus the boy who *unfortunately* lived."
"And if it isn't Malfoy, without dumb and dumber. Best be careful precious, there's no one here to save you now."
Ice cold eyes narrowed at the read-head, "You think you're so tuff, don't you, Weasel?"
"Jealous that I don't need two goon's to prove it?"
"No, you just need a pathetic excuse for a hero and an egg-headed mudblood." Draco sneered.
"You shut your filthy mouth Malfoy, before I shut it for you."
"Ooh, I'm shaking." The blonde taunted snidely.
Ron grabbed a fistful of Draco's robe, "I said,
"Make me!" Malfoy hissed back.
They stood scant centimeters apart, eye to eye, nose to nose glaring at each other with barely concealed contempt.
Then with neither of them knowing quite who started it, Draco was flattened against the wall, hands pulling at Ron's hips as the taller boy pressed his body into him. Their mouths and groins crushed brutally together.
D: Christ! What am I doing? This is Weasley!
R: Blimey! I must have gone mad, this is Malfoy!
D:What's he doing? Oh God stop that.
R: What am I doing? God stop it!
D: Is that? Oh Lord that's his tongue!
R: He tastes sooo good!
D: I loathe him!
R: I hate him!
D: Oh God, please, please stop.
R: I-I've got to stop this.
D: I-I wonder if he?
R: No! He-he's...!
D: He taste's so good!
R: Is that? Oh Lord that's his tongue!
D: Oh, ooooh, his, his hands, there, there, oh!
R: Niiiice bum. What am I thinking? What am I doing?
D: He's a Gryffindor!
R: He's a Slytherin!
D: He's a pauper!
R: He's a prat!
D: Mmm, he's good.
R: Sooo sweet.
D: Yes! There, just there!
R: Like that! Just like that!
D: "Ron!"
R: "Draco!"
D: ::Gasp::
R: Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh ye-ahh.
D: "Harder!"
R: ::Moan::
D: "I said harder, damn you!"
R: "Shut you're bloody gob, you girlie git!"
D: "Make me, you useless bastard."
R: ::Grunt::
D: "Aaah, yesssss!"
R: "Mmph!"
D: ::Purrr::
R: ::Pant, pant::
D: God he's wonderful.
R: He's so gorgeous.
D: I want him to kiss me.
R: I have to kiss him.
D: Hmm, so good.
R: Mmm, so sweet.
Draco untangled himself from Ron, pushing him off . "I loathe you."
"Feelings mutual , Malfoy." The read-head cursed, as he took out his wand and performed a small cleanup spell.
The stare Draco gave him was worthy of a Basilisk, "This changes nothing."
"Not a thing." Ron agreed. As they started down the passageway in opposite directions.
~FIN~
