Ron's Worst Nightmare
A/N: THANX TO as: Hee hee, how can I resist writing a shower scene? *evil grin* Hana-chan: After I wrote this and read your review again, I was shocked to see that I practically followed your storyline to a tee! So... thanks, love! Sly: Here it is, doll! WildfireFriendship: Yes, but it's just so hard to decide! @_@ +++schwarz: *grin* Tanku! fangrlwlotsofideas: Oh, and I love you too, dearest! Showers are such wonderful, places! *kissles* Chhaya: More, comin right up! RyokoXV: Thank you. It *does* seem as if Draccie's in the lead... Illumina: Interesting idea, I may think on it! ^__^ Jack Flinch: It's always such a pleasure to get your reviews, dearest. *huggles* Maria G: Thank you, dawling! Mornie: Eep! I'm flattered you took the risk, love! Thank you ever so much! Kat Sanders: *laughs* Perhaps, perhaps... Nagi ;-) OShaRe: *giggles* Absolutely delicous idea, dear. I'll deffinitely think on it. LillianaNoelia: Oh, thank you thank you! *tear* chimerical: Eep! *laughs* I see the point! Hmmm.
Chapter Five: Slobberdigidgem
Three hours later, after the boys had had an uncomfortable time deciding whether to shower or no, they decided on taking a shower. For they both smelled from running about with the garden Gnomes and getting all dirty.
Undressing was a bit awry, but they did it. The robes were not difficult to get off in the least. They would just change where they were connected when clothing needed to pass over it. And besides, the worst part was still to come.
At first, when Ron turned on the faucet and changed the temperature several times as Draco complained that the water was too hot or cold, it was hard not to punch each other. But when the water hit them and they begun to watch, silence fell like a velvet coverlet over them. All that was heard was the running of the water and the splatter of the liquid hitting their backs and shoulders.
Ron was first to wash his hair, and as he got it wet, Draco took a washcloth and washed himself, then they would trade places and Draco would rinse off as Ron worked the shampoo into his curling red locks.
Draco noticed, grudgingly, that Weasly's hair took on a lustrous blood red when wet. It made him look all the more pale and his light brown freckles almost black in the dim bathroom lights. For some reason he looked willowy and strange to the young Malfoy. But he could not exactly spot what the difference was, seeing as he would only give small glances to the other boy.
He has a nice build, he thought automatically, always the one to examine such things closely as looks. Lean and well muscled. Lanky, but graceful.
Stop looking at him, Ron begged himself. Though it was extremely hard to accomplish. Let's be honest people, Draco possessed a perfect body that most may only dream of. And Ron could not help but slip in an envious glance once in a while as the steam rose around them from the hot water.
Malfoy was small and sleek as an elegant cat. His waist was narrow and shoulders not so broad. He barely reached Ron's shoulder, as the red head had noticed earlier.
But when he snuck a peek for what was meant to be the last time, he found his eyes locked with the swirling stormy grays of Malfoy. They both took to the expression of deer in the headlights of a car and spun hurriedly away, cheeks blazing.
With the sharp movement of their bodies, the finger that connected them came apart and the closest body parts to each other came together and stuck like magical magnets. Which just so happened to be their bums.
Draco squeaked in panic and whirled around, just as Ron spun on his heel, shocked my the personal and unexpected contact. They lost their footing on the slippery tile and Ron pitched clumsily forward as Draco stumbled backwards.
They were up against each other for only a split second, chests rising and falling heavily, eyes wide with surprise as crystalline droplets of water went cascading down their faces and dripped off their adorably clumped lashes. Mouths partly open, lips the slightest bit curved and shaking. And hands....
The boys sprung away from each other in horror. Ron, scarlet, dashed out of the shower and dove for a towel, wrapping himself up in it and trying to cover every inch of exposed skin. Draco was forced to follow after more slowly by their connected fingers with an expression of so many that it remained unreadable. They glanced at each other fleetingly before dropping their eyes. Draco grabbed a towel and wrapped himself up also.
That had been rather eventful.
In Ron's room as the boys got out their pajamas, Ron began to laugh. Draco glared at him and his chuckling freckles, trying desperately to dismiss the urge to laugh along with the other boy. Ron continued to laugh, and it got a total of two chuckles from Draco, who wasn't entirely sure about a Weasly setting eyes on his bodily perfection. And what had Weasly's eyes been on him for? He wanted to know more than he cared to admit to himself, but if he asked, undoubtedly the subject of where his own eyes were aimed would rise.
Maybe he had been looking in all the innocence of another naked body close to his. Or perhaps it was like how his house mates had gazed at him back at school. Longingly, hungrily, possessively. Dangerously lusting. How his father had watched him...... But no, he chided himself, not Weasly, don't think of such things. And he banished the blasphemous from his mind.
Soon enough, they were all ready for bed. Though rather uncomfortable and trying not to look at each other while at the same time trying not to seem nervous.
Ron was dressed in baggy flannel pj pants, black and red checkered, with a white undershirt, and Draco wore boxers and would've gone without a shirt, had Ron not shot him a dark look as all he saw were the boxers donned on the milky white skin.
Draco sighed and sat down on the bed. It was late and he was tired. He needed his beauty sleep and if Weasly was going to be all stubborn and not get in the same bed with him, well then, fine. He tossed his silvery hair and lay down on the very edge of the bed, middle finger stuck fast to Ron's. Yawning and covering his mouth courteously, he shifted his gaze up to Ron's, "Don't be so freaked out Weasly. I won't bite. I want to go to bed. Not exactly with you, but I have no choice and neither do you. I'm not pleasant in the morning-"
"Or any other time for that matter," Ron pointed out moodily.
"-least of all if I don't get any sleep," finished Draco scathingly, glaring at the taller boy, who grinned tiredly back.
"Are you begging me to get into bed with you? Oh, this ought to be good."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Keep dreaming Weasly." Sighing in exasperation, he shot one last dark look at Ron and turned off the lamp.
"Hey," said Ron, "I can't see anything!"
"Well, it *is* pitch black Weasly. And it seems that the carrots miss benefitting your eyesight and go straight to your head instead."
"Shut up and turn the lamp back on."
"You wouldn't get into bed like a nice little boy, so you can turn on the damn lamp yourself," chortled Draco happily, laying back on the long white pillow, smugly smiling into the darkness.
Ron complied, grumbling and taking Draco's arm around the bed with him, trying to make his way to the lamp. Unfortunately, his room was not very clean and he tripped over several objects, cursing.
"Ouch! Malfoy, you are such a blasted bas- ow!!"
"You know Weasly," Draco drawled haughtily, "there really isn't a point to turning on the lamp. You'll only have to turn it off again in a few seconds. Now why don't you just climb in bed, staying on your respectable side, and save us both some trouble."
There was a silence for about two seconds before Ron swore and started back over to the other side of the bed again, muttering to himself. Draco held back laughing, picture the lanky youth stumbling around, still connected to him by their fingers. He played with the idea of dumping Weasly off his feet with a yank of his hand. After a moment of thought, he did just that. With a small jerk, Ron miss stepped and tripped over his pant leg, ending up sprawled over the bed, though his fist was shoved in Draco's mouth.
Draco yelled, muffled by the hand, and bit down. Ron yelped and yanked his hand away from the nipping boy.
"What was that for, you impudent twit," hissed Malfoy dangerously, gripping Ron's elbow harshly. Ron traded to touching fingers again before replying, "You started this one, Malfoy."
Now that they were lying down, both were overcome with a strong sense of each other's close presence. Each scooted quickly over to the opposite sides of the bed, connected now by pointer fingers. But after a short while, they began to itch and had to switch from hands to feet.
"God, Weasly, not feet. It tickles," whined Draco, annoyed and sounding an awful lot like an irritated Percy. He missed his mistake and only realized it too late. Ron grinned evilly.
"You're ticklish then?"
"Don't even think about it."
"And why not?"
Draco was aware of Weasly's foot moving over his leg. It was extremely light and bothersome. He squirmed, "Stop it."
Ron giggled with glee like a little girl, "No way! You let something slip Malfoy, and you're gonna pay!"
"You know," coughed out Draco between stifled giggles, "some may think you were trying to grope me, Weasly."
The tickling did not slow, "Stop trying to get out of it! I found you're weakness!"
"This is not- ha ha- my weakness- hee hee!" He was gasping now as Ron had found his stomach and was mercilessly tickling him to the point of turning purple.
In a vain attempt to stop the red head, Draco twisted around, rolling back, but Ron wouldn't abate and shot forward to get under Draco's chin. Unfortunately, due the dark and sightlessness, this caused them to bump up against each other yet again. Frantically, Draco tried to pull away. But to no avail.
"Dammit, we're stuck again!"
"Mrrrmph," Ron stated clearly. His mouth was at the moment full of Draco's hair. He drew his head back and spit it out.
Draco was pushed back against Ron, and the red head was cradling the smaller boy gently in his arms. Their bodies were fit together perfectly and Ron's arms were around Draco, now frozen in the act of tickling him.
"Well, Weasly, how are we going to get out of this one? Because you sure as hell can't kiss me from where you are. And if any of your family finds us like this-"
"Shut up, Malfoy, I'm thinking."
"Oh, you're thinking. That makes me feel better," he spat sarcastically, leaning his head back onto Ron's shoulder and glaring at the other boy in the dark.
Ron groaned, "It had to be you who I get stuck with."
"Most people would kill to be in your position," Draco declared defensively.
"I bet."
"Don't be sarcastic, git. It's true."
They paused for a long while. Neither of them knew what to say to the other. Yes, they were angry, as was the first instinct they had around each other, but in their current position, anger was not exactly the solution.
Thinking to make the best of it, Ron stuttered out the first lame thing that came to mind, hoping to disband the tenseness between them, "So, I- I never really got the idea as to why you had to come here in the first place." He could almost feel the room's temperature drop as Draco replied frostily, "My father."
Again, they remained silent. Draco thought about how it felt to be in Weasly's arms like this. It wasn't repulsive or disgusting as he had thought it would be. Rather, it was comforting in the darkness and the cold. Even if it *was* Weasly's embrace, the feeling of someone holding him felt safe. His father never embraced him. Well, not in a loving way. His mother tried to, but he did not love her. He pitied her, but there was no love between them. There was nothing between them in fact. Narcissa Malfoy and her son were alienated from each other. At least with Lucius, he had a burning hatred to feel for the man. That was something.
And now he was laying in the embrace of an enemy, feeling security. He wondered vaguely how Weasly was feeling now, holding him like this. Draco shut his eyes and relaxed, weariness taking over. Why worry about it now? He was tired.
Is he falling asleep? Ron wondered, feeling Malfoy go slack in his arms. He had thought the prat would be going on and on about how miserable it was to be touching a Weasly. But no, he remained quiet. And Ron did not wake him up as he heard Malfoy's breathing gain a steady rhythm. The pale boy was asleep.
So what lay behind those icy eyes? What had made Draco hate his father so much in the first place? Ron wasn't sure he wanted to know these things, but in the silent time he held the small and trembling form in his arms, he felt somewhat connected to Malfoy in a way he could not explain. Maybe there was a good reason for Draco to be holed up in a shell of hardened emotions. Perhaps, perhaps he should try and talk to him. But not now, not as he slept so peacefully.
Ron could imagine what Malfoy looked like, lying there, his eyes closed, delicate eye lashes brushing the soft pallor of his smooth skin. Mouth quiet and curved up into a relaxed smile of rest.
He felt his own eyelids growing heavier. And right before he fell into the oblivion of sleep, he felt the connection between himself and Malfoy leave completely. The small boy whimpered slightly and moved back against him, cuddling up to his chest. The connection spell was no longer working. They needn't be touching any more. Ron felt a mixture of feelings as a lock of Angel hair brushed his lips and Draco muttered in his sleep. Yes, the spell was broken.
But he did not let go.
A/N: Okay peoples! THIS IS NOT THE END!!! Geez. *grins* Harry and Mione haven't arrived yet! Golly!
~*Villain*~
A/N: THANX TO as: Hee hee, how can I resist writing a shower scene? *evil grin* Hana-chan: After I wrote this and read your review again, I was shocked to see that I practically followed your storyline to a tee! So... thanks, love! Sly: Here it is, doll! WildfireFriendship: Yes, but it's just so hard to decide! @_@ +++schwarz: *grin* Tanku! fangrlwlotsofideas: Oh, and I love you too, dearest! Showers are such wonderful, places! *kissles* Chhaya: More, comin right up! RyokoXV: Thank you. It *does* seem as if Draccie's in the lead... Illumina: Interesting idea, I may think on it! ^__^ Jack Flinch: It's always such a pleasure to get your reviews, dearest. *huggles* Maria G: Thank you, dawling! Mornie: Eep! I'm flattered you took the risk, love! Thank you ever so much! Kat Sanders: *laughs* Perhaps, perhaps... Nagi ;-) OShaRe: *giggles* Absolutely delicous idea, dear. I'll deffinitely think on it. LillianaNoelia: Oh, thank you thank you! *tear* chimerical: Eep! *laughs* I see the point! Hmmm.
Chapter Five: Slobberdigidgem
Three hours later, after the boys had had an uncomfortable time deciding whether to shower or no, they decided on taking a shower. For they both smelled from running about with the garden Gnomes and getting all dirty.
Undressing was a bit awry, but they did it. The robes were not difficult to get off in the least. They would just change where they were connected when clothing needed to pass over it. And besides, the worst part was still to come.
At first, when Ron turned on the faucet and changed the temperature several times as Draco complained that the water was too hot or cold, it was hard not to punch each other. But when the water hit them and they begun to watch, silence fell like a velvet coverlet over them. All that was heard was the running of the water and the splatter of the liquid hitting their backs and shoulders.
Ron was first to wash his hair, and as he got it wet, Draco took a washcloth and washed himself, then they would trade places and Draco would rinse off as Ron worked the shampoo into his curling red locks.
Draco noticed, grudgingly, that Weasly's hair took on a lustrous blood red when wet. It made him look all the more pale and his light brown freckles almost black in the dim bathroom lights. For some reason he looked willowy and strange to the young Malfoy. But he could not exactly spot what the difference was, seeing as he would only give small glances to the other boy.
He has a nice build, he thought automatically, always the one to examine such things closely as looks. Lean and well muscled. Lanky, but graceful.
Stop looking at him, Ron begged himself. Though it was extremely hard to accomplish. Let's be honest people, Draco possessed a perfect body that most may only dream of. And Ron could not help but slip in an envious glance once in a while as the steam rose around them from the hot water.
Malfoy was small and sleek as an elegant cat. His waist was narrow and shoulders not so broad. He barely reached Ron's shoulder, as the red head had noticed earlier.
But when he snuck a peek for what was meant to be the last time, he found his eyes locked with the swirling stormy grays of Malfoy. They both took to the expression of deer in the headlights of a car and spun hurriedly away, cheeks blazing.
With the sharp movement of their bodies, the finger that connected them came apart and the closest body parts to each other came together and stuck like magical magnets. Which just so happened to be their bums.
Draco squeaked in panic and whirled around, just as Ron spun on his heel, shocked my the personal and unexpected contact. They lost their footing on the slippery tile and Ron pitched clumsily forward as Draco stumbled backwards.
They were up against each other for only a split second, chests rising and falling heavily, eyes wide with surprise as crystalline droplets of water went cascading down their faces and dripped off their adorably clumped lashes. Mouths partly open, lips the slightest bit curved and shaking. And hands....
The boys sprung away from each other in horror. Ron, scarlet, dashed out of the shower and dove for a towel, wrapping himself up in it and trying to cover every inch of exposed skin. Draco was forced to follow after more slowly by their connected fingers with an expression of so many that it remained unreadable. They glanced at each other fleetingly before dropping their eyes. Draco grabbed a towel and wrapped himself up also.
That had been rather eventful.
In Ron's room as the boys got out their pajamas, Ron began to laugh. Draco glared at him and his chuckling freckles, trying desperately to dismiss the urge to laugh along with the other boy. Ron continued to laugh, and it got a total of two chuckles from Draco, who wasn't entirely sure about a Weasly setting eyes on his bodily perfection. And what had Weasly's eyes been on him for? He wanted to know more than he cared to admit to himself, but if he asked, undoubtedly the subject of where his own eyes were aimed would rise.
Maybe he had been looking in all the innocence of another naked body close to his. Or perhaps it was like how his house mates had gazed at him back at school. Longingly, hungrily, possessively. Dangerously lusting. How his father had watched him...... But no, he chided himself, not Weasly, don't think of such things. And he banished the blasphemous from his mind.
Soon enough, they were all ready for bed. Though rather uncomfortable and trying not to look at each other while at the same time trying not to seem nervous.
Ron was dressed in baggy flannel pj pants, black and red checkered, with a white undershirt, and Draco wore boxers and would've gone without a shirt, had Ron not shot him a dark look as all he saw were the boxers donned on the milky white skin.
Draco sighed and sat down on the bed. It was late and he was tired. He needed his beauty sleep and if Weasly was going to be all stubborn and not get in the same bed with him, well then, fine. He tossed his silvery hair and lay down on the very edge of the bed, middle finger stuck fast to Ron's. Yawning and covering his mouth courteously, he shifted his gaze up to Ron's, "Don't be so freaked out Weasly. I won't bite. I want to go to bed. Not exactly with you, but I have no choice and neither do you. I'm not pleasant in the morning-"
"Or any other time for that matter," Ron pointed out moodily.
"-least of all if I don't get any sleep," finished Draco scathingly, glaring at the taller boy, who grinned tiredly back.
"Are you begging me to get into bed with you? Oh, this ought to be good."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Keep dreaming Weasly." Sighing in exasperation, he shot one last dark look at Ron and turned off the lamp.
"Hey," said Ron, "I can't see anything!"
"Well, it *is* pitch black Weasly. And it seems that the carrots miss benefitting your eyesight and go straight to your head instead."
"Shut up and turn the lamp back on."
"You wouldn't get into bed like a nice little boy, so you can turn on the damn lamp yourself," chortled Draco happily, laying back on the long white pillow, smugly smiling into the darkness.
Ron complied, grumbling and taking Draco's arm around the bed with him, trying to make his way to the lamp. Unfortunately, his room was not very clean and he tripped over several objects, cursing.
"Ouch! Malfoy, you are such a blasted bas- ow!!"
"You know Weasly," Draco drawled haughtily, "there really isn't a point to turning on the lamp. You'll only have to turn it off again in a few seconds. Now why don't you just climb in bed, staying on your respectable side, and save us both some trouble."
There was a silence for about two seconds before Ron swore and started back over to the other side of the bed again, muttering to himself. Draco held back laughing, picture the lanky youth stumbling around, still connected to him by their fingers. He played with the idea of dumping Weasly off his feet with a yank of his hand. After a moment of thought, he did just that. With a small jerk, Ron miss stepped and tripped over his pant leg, ending up sprawled over the bed, though his fist was shoved in Draco's mouth.
Draco yelled, muffled by the hand, and bit down. Ron yelped and yanked his hand away from the nipping boy.
"What was that for, you impudent twit," hissed Malfoy dangerously, gripping Ron's elbow harshly. Ron traded to touching fingers again before replying, "You started this one, Malfoy."
Now that they were lying down, both were overcome with a strong sense of each other's close presence. Each scooted quickly over to the opposite sides of the bed, connected now by pointer fingers. But after a short while, they began to itch and had to switch from hands to feet.
"God, Weasly, not feet. It tickles," whined Draco, annoyed and sounding an awful lot like an irritated Percy. He missed his mistake and only realized it too late. Ron grinned evilly.
"You're ticklish then?"
"Don't even think about it."
"And why not?"
Draco was aware of Weasly's foot moving over his leg. It was extremely light and bothersome. He squirmed, "Stop it."
Ron giggled with glee like a little girl, "No way! You let something slip Malfoy, and you're gonna pay!"
"You know," coughed out Draco between stifled giggles, "some may think you were trying to grope me, Weasly."
The tickling did not slow, "Stop trying to get out of it! I found you're weakness!"
"This is not- ha ha- my weakness- hee hee!" He was gasping now as Ron had found his stomach and was mercilessly tickling him to the point of turning purple.
In a vain attempt to stop the red head, Draco twisted around, rolling back, but Ron wouldn't abate and shot forward to get under Draco's chin. Unfortunately, due the dark and sightlessness, this caused them to bump up against each other yet again. Frantically, Draco tried to pull away. But to no avail.
"Dammit, we're stuck again!"
"Mrrrmph," Ron stated clearly. His mouth was at the moment full of Draco's hair. He drew his head back and spit it out.
Draco was pushed back against Ron, and the red head was cradling the smaller boy gently in his arms. Their bodies were fit together perfectly and Ron's arms were around Draco, now frozen in the act of tickling him.
"Well, Weasly, how are we going to get out of this one? Because you sure as hell can't kiss me from where you are. And if any of your family finds us like this-"
"Shut up, Malfoy, I'm thinking."
"Oh, you're thinking. That makes me feel better," he spat sarcastically, leaning his head back onto Ron's shoulder and glaring at the other boy in the dark.
Ron groaned, "It had to be you who I get stuck with."
"Most people would kill to be in your position," Draco declared defensively.
"I bet."
"Don't be sarcastic, git. It's true."
They paused for a long while. Neither of them knew what to say to the other. Yes, they were angry, as was the first instinct they had around each other, but in their current position, anger was not exactly the solution.
Thinking to make the best of it, Ron stuttered out the first lame thing that came to mind, hoping to disband the tenseness between them, "So, I- I never really got the idea as to why you had to come here in the first place." He could almost feel the room's temperature drop as Draco replied frostily, "My father."
Again, they remained silent. Draco thought about how it felt to be in Weasly's arms like this. It wasn't repulsive or disgusting as he had thought it would be. Rather, it was comforting in the darkness and the cold. Even if it *was* Weasly's embrace, the feeling of someone holding him felt safe. His father never embraced him. Well, not in a loving way. His mother tried to, but he did not love her. He pitied her, but there was no love between them. There was nothing between them in fact. Narcissa Malfoy and her son were alienated from each other. At least with Lucius, he had a burning hatred to feel for the man. That was something.
And now he was laying in the embrace of an enemy, feeling security. He wondered vaguely how Weasly was feeling now, holding him like this. Draco shut his eyes and relaxed, weariness taking over. Why worry about it now? He was tired.
Is he falling asleep? Ron wondered, feeling Malfoy go slack in his arms. He had thought the prat would be going on and on about how miserable it was to be touching a Weasly. But no, he remained quiet. And Ron did not wake him up as he heard Malfoy's breathing gain a steady rhythm. The pale boy was asleep.
So what lay behind those icy eyes? What had made Draco hate his father so much in the first place? Ron wasn't sure he wanted to know these things, but in the silent time he held the small and trembling form in his arms, he felt somewhat connected to Malfoy in a way he could not explain. Maybe there was a good reason for Draco to be holed up in a shell of hardened emotions. Perhaps, perhaps he should try and talk to him. But not now, not as he slept so peacefully.
Ron could imagine what Malfoy looked like, lying there, his eyes closed, delicate eye lashes brushing the soft pallor of his smooth skin. Mouth quiet and curved up into a relaxed smile of rest.
He felt his own eyelids growing heavier. And right before he fell into the oblivion of sleep, he felt the connection between himself and Malfoy leave completely. The small boy whimpered slightly and moved back against him, cuddling up to his chest. The connection spell was no longer working. They needn't be touching any more. Ron felt a mixture of feelings as a lock of Angel hair brushed his lips and Draco muttered in his sleep. Yes, the spell was broken.
But he did not let go.
A/N: Okay peoples! THIS IS NOT THE END!!! Geez. *grins* Harry and Mione haven't arrived yet! Golly!
~*Villain*~