Ron's Worst Nightmare
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Chapter Seven: Ramone Seeks Revenge!
"Weasly! Can you be any bloody slower? Maria just told Antonio that he loved her." Draco winced as he heard a crash in the kitchen. A second later, Ron came hurtling out of the other room, two bowls of buttery popcorn clutched in his hands. He vaulted gracelessly over the couch and landed next to Draco, who gripped the arm of the couch tightly so as not to be catapulted off. Taking the bowl gratefully from the lanky youth, the Slytherin fixed his eyes on the screen as Maria Martinez of "Spicy Tacos at Midnight" leaned into a passionate kiss with Antonio, her lover on the show.
It was a week after Draco and Ron had woken again in each other's embrace. That morning had been slightly tense, but they chose to dismiss it, and for nights after, slept the same way. For the boys had made a truce of sorts between each other. And now it was Tuesday night. Spanish soaps night.
The boys eyes remained glued on the screen as Antonio slipped down the see-through nightgown over Maria's shoulders. Ron and Draco sat, shoulders touching. They had still not quite gotten used to being separated, and many times touched without really being aware of it. It bothered them not, and life went on. Draco was assigned chores by Mrs. Weasly and the Ministry had sent agents to check up on the young Malfoy occasionally. No news had been heard on his father, who had gone into hiding.
"Oh! Antonio, my love. How could I have ever thought to love that beast...... that beast Ramone!" Dramatic music blared as the two Mexican Wizards clutched at each other. Draco sniffled and Ron handed him a tissue box, dabbing his own eyes with his sleeve. The camera zoomed in to Antonio's hand, which was lazily making it's way down Maria's back. The woman moaned and gasped his named as the hand gripped and squeezed the flesh of her rather voluptuous Spanish bottom. Ron blew his nose as Maria wept into Antonio's shoulder, cursing her husband Ramone.
Then the music changed and both Ron and Draco jumped, grabbing onto each other, dropping the bowls of popcorn. Draco gasped, "It's Ramone in the window! Oh no! Maria, run, run!"
Ron squealed, "No, no! He's got a knife! Antonio! Consiga lejos! Ack!"
Ramone stalked closer and closer to the still embracing couple. The knife was raised high above them, glinting in Laluna's light. It came down and the viewer was able to hear the slow wail of Maria. Draco sobbed and Ron swore fluently in Spanish. Antonio was doing the same, just as Maria was sobbing herself. Ramone stood over both of them, laughing.
Then the screen faded and the music returned full force. Text raced across the scene: Would Maria live? Will Ramone take her back to Mexico? What will Antonio do? And what about the kiss Antonio and Ramone had shared a year before? DUN-DUN-DUUUNNN!
"Si! Si, we want to know, dammit!" But the show was over and Draco leaned forward and shut the telly off. They sighed, wiping their eyes. Draco groaned, "Maria's a slut anyway. I say Antonio should elope with Rosa."
Ron shook his head, "Are you mad!? Antonio should die and Ramone should go with Pablo."
"The busboy?"
"The busboy."
They both pondered the delicious thought of the tall, dark and handsome Ramone with the innocent Pablo. Draco nodded and Ron looked superior. They both picked up the popcorn and deposited the bowls in the kitchen sink, where they magically began to clean themselves.
"Well, what do you want to do now?" asked Draco, already heading up to Ron's room. The redhead shrugged and followed the shorter boy. Like before, the numerous times they had walked up the stairs, Draco sashayed up as Ron's eyes constantly found the Slytherin's rounded flesh. Both were aware of it, though they chose to ignore it happening.
In the bedroom, Draco picked up a book and started to read. Ron settled next to him and read also.
"You done?"
"Yep, go ahead and turn."
Draco gasped, "Are you at the part-"
"Merlin! Why did he do that? Okay, turn."
"Weasly?"
"Wait a second! Geez, what are you, a speed reader?" Ron smiled and tried to read faster. Draco stopped reading and watched as the brown eyes flashed over the words on the page.
"Weasly, stop."
Ron paused and looked up. Draco noticed offhandedly that the red fringe had grown long enough to surpass Ron's eyes. What a pity that they covered that warm gaze....
"What is it, Malfoy?" His breath caught. Draco was looking at him as if he were in a daze. The Gryffindor was painfully aware of their closeness, painfully aware of Draco's eyes so focused on him, painfully aware that he felt something strange around the silver haired boy.
"Weasly," he paused uncertainly. Ron looked at him with wide open interest. So he continued, dropping his gaze, "Do you feel it?"
"Feel what, Malfoy?" Merlin! Where is this going?
Draco gulped hard, "Er, that weird feeling of.... like you have an empty spot in your stomach?"
They both blushed as Ron replied shakily, "Yeah. Kind of like grease and water?"
"Yeah."
"Urm, what do you suppose it is?"
"Dunno."
Their eyes met. Ron was caught by how the light played over Draco's features, striking up the strands in a silvery brilliance and flecking his eyes with white. He looked so beautiful at that moment. Ron wanted to caress that cheek and feel those perfect lips. He wanted to know that Draco liked him. He wanted to know that the Slytherin thought him an equal.
Slowly, Draco said, "Ron." The red head's eyes widened, but he remained silent and let Draco continue. "Ron, why are you looking like that?"
All he was conscious of now was the sweet scent of Draco's breath and the feel of it on his face. Closer? He bit his lip, "Why do you sleep in my arms at night?"
Draco shrugged, "I can't help it."
"Neither can I."
"So what does it mean?"
"I don't know. But if I try something, will you hate me?"
Draco looked at him closely and whispered, "I trust you."
Slowly, the Gryffindor leaned forward and brushed the Slytherin's lips with his own. Just the slightest touch, but it sent shocks of electricity through his nerves. Draco jumped slightly. They were closer now, the book had dropped to the floor. Ron licked his lips and leaned forward again, capturing Draco's mouth in a hot kiss. Roused by the feel of the silky lips, he pressed against Draco, who gave a little, returning the kiss softly. Ron moaned and closed his eyes, bringing up his fingers to run them through the blonde's corn silk tresses. Draco gasped a little, his eyes flying open. But Ron did not notice the sudden tensing of the other boy and he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue passed Draco's stiff lips into the wet cavern of his mouth. It was complete bliss. He found himself reacting to this display and wanting Draco there and with him, so much that it hurt. Pressing the small boy back against the pillows, Ron ground into him, deepening the kiss drastically and running his hands all over the slim figure beneath him. It felt wonderful beyond compare. And he felt he needed to be closer.
Searching, he found the clasp to Draco's robes and began to undo them. Now the Slytherin had gone completely still. Ron dove deeper into his mouth, ravaging and bruising the pink lips with rough teeth. The clasp was almost undone and he felt an urgency to touch more of Draco's ivory skin. He bit the lower lip and suckled, finally tearing the robe in his hurry to get to the velvety skin of the wiry chest. Draco was struggling against Ron now, thrashing about and trying to get his hands free of the ripped robes. In his passion, Ron ignored this and yanked the robe over Draco's shoulders, exposing more delicious flesh. He broke the kiss, not seeing the purplish bruises rising on the skin or the frightened look in Draco's eyes. He attacked the boy's chest, licking and biting at it harshly.
Then he felt a small hand fit into his hair and pull back. Hard. Crying out, he arched his neck back painfully as he heard Draco practically shout, "Stop it, please!"
Once the mist had cleared of Ron's eyes, he saw Draco clearly, lying pinned beneath him, breath coming in harsh gasps, lips bruised as well as his chest scratched, hair disheveled, eyes wild with fear. He drew back and the Slytherin recoiled as if slapped. Ron reached forward slightly, wanting to comfort the boy, but Draco shook his head and tried to pull away. He pushed weakly at Ron and the redhead saw with surprise that there were tears shining in the silvery eyes, now a dark and storming gray.
A whisper, "Weasly, get off of me."
Ron scrambled away from the still form, concern etched over his face. He felt like crying, begging Draco's forgiveness. He did not know what had come over him. Dropping his gaze, he murmured, "I'm sorry. Draco, please-"
"No," said Draco sharply, raising his voice. Ron fell silent, watching the blonde with huge eyes. The smaller boy sat up and pulled his robes back over his shoulders with dignity. He regarded Ron coldly, his gaze completely unfeeling. Ron was overcome with a sense of chilling cold. He winced away from those eyes. He remained on the bed as Draco rose languidly from his position and went to the door. The Slytherin then opened it and slipped through. Ron tried to stop him but the words died on his tongue.
After Ron had overcome the shock of what happened and realized what he had almost done, he sprinted outside to the shed and - through all the spiders - reached his broom, noticing the other one gone, and mounted. He kicked off into the air, hoping against hope that what he thought was right.
Ron found Draco by the stream curled up into a fetal position, asleep. He burned with embarrassment as he looked upon the completely nude figure. The robes lay discarded by the bank, dry. He looked over the lithe body, his breath had been snatched from his chest. Draco's mouth was turned down and his brow furrowed. The eyes were darting this way and that beneath the shadowed lids. He looked like an Angel still. An innocent, and alone Angel who was lost in the world of men with no where to run.
Ron knelt dow and lightly touched the boy's shoulder. He drew his hand away sharply as he saw that the skin was rubbed raw pink. All of the alabaster skin was raw and pink, as if violently scrubbed clean. It looked painful to him and he wanted more than anything to hold Draco and comfort him. That feeing of emptiness in his stomach intensified. As if scrubbed by human hands, scratched by human nails.
Oh Merlin, he thought frantically as Draco stirred, What have I done?
He thought to run for it as the harsh gray eyes flicked open and focused, fixing on him frostily. Biting his lip he stood up and stayed where he was. Draco sat up and crossed his legs, arching an eyebrow as Ron's eyes went over his body. Ron's gaze went back to Draco's face, which was solemn and set. There were traces of tears down the sharp cheeks and redness around the bloodshot eyes. What a beautiful disheveled Angel he was. Stricken, yet cornered and still lethal.
They sat in silence, just watching each other. Draco in all his glorious nakedness. And Ron in an unsure shell of fear and confusion.
Draco tried to get to his feet, but his knees buckled and he crumpled back to the ground weakly. Ron instinctively reached out to help, but Draco slapped his hands away, "Don't touch me."
"Draco, I don't know what happened back at my house! I'm sorry, I'm so damned sorry. Please try and under-"
"Understand? You bloody bastard. You damned fucking imbecile!" He leapt to his feet and came at Ron in full fury, pounding with his fists upon the covered chest. He screamed as he beat the Gryffindor, screamed and cried and raged. Ron fell back slightly under the blows; shocked into silence. He caught the flailing fists and held them tightly to his chest. Tears cascaded down Draco's cheeks as he fell against Ron, crying dryly into the cloth of the cloak. His body was wracked by sobs and weakened. Forgetting the robes and the other broom, Ron picked up the other boy and sat him on the his broom, mounting atop behind him and wrapping his arms around the shivering figure.
The fly back was quick and quiet. Ron managed to sneak Draco up to his room without Mrs. Weasly being any the wiser. There he lay Draco on the bed and backed off. The Slytherin lay still and Ron felt himself stir. He wanted to kiss the boy again, but he held himself back. Draco sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking at Ron with the saddest expression Ron had ever seen grace such a beautiful face.
"I suppose you want some answers then," said Draco quietly.
Ron nodded, crossing his arms over his chest and saying suddenly, "But first *I* want to say that I'm sorry, Draco. I - I guess just having this weird feeling and then you-"
"Don't, please," begged the blonde. "Please stop. Just don't talk. Come here and hold me. Just hold me for a few minutes. Please, Ron."
He complied mutely, scooping up the still shaking body in his arms and holding him tightly, enjoying the feel of the silky smooth skin. Draco lay his head against his shoulder and closed his eyes. A few tears squeezed passed the closed lids and fell onto the black cloth. Ron gently stroked the quicksilver hair and kissed the smooth white forehead. Draco drew back and looked at him squarely in the eyes. Ron looked back unflinchingly.
"I am not used to being touched. In a nice way. So I panic if pressed. Before - that was just too fast for me." His voice was barely audible, but Ron caught every word. He had a strange feeling in his stomach, a sick feeling. And Draco continued, "All my life, the only way of being touched was.... forced and painful. Every time, no matter by whom. It was always forced." He gave a bitter smile, "I guess I'm just the perfect one to be broken. So strong I come off as, but yet so easy to break. Too easy to break." He huddled closer to Ron. "At first, it was just a lingering kiss. A long, lingering kiss. I did not enjoy it. But took it, for I was made to take much and that was how I was taught. But then came the touching. Unpleasant touching. It grew more and more insistent each time. 'How beautiful you are,' he would say to me. He would whisper, always whisper. 'My Dragon, Dragon mine.' I thought that when school started, it would stop. But it didn't. It moved to school. How my peers would look at me. How they would trap me in the corners of our room and...." Draco faded off, his voice grown thick. Ron was horrorstruck and this Angel's words. He was speechless and scared.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"He was much too powerful. They all were. They just loved to break me, again and again. God, it hurt. It hurt so much - only to come home to it. More touching. And more than just that." His voice shook with tremors of the memories, "I hate to be touched. I hate to be forced. They touched me whenever they wanted. They forced me whenever they pleased."
Ron's heart was sinking inside his chest. He had forced Draco. He had almost forced him to-
"None of them loved me you know. He never loved me either. Though over and over he would say how beautiful, how perfect. How much like *him*. How much he loved to mar that perfection, bend it to his will, hurt it, bruise it, cut it."
"You needn't continue," said Ron, lightly drawing a finger down Draco's jaw line. "It will never happen again. You're with my family now and safe. Draco, do you hear me?"
"But he's still out there! He'll get me again, I know it."
"Not when I'm around," said Ron fiercely, holding him tighter. Draco glanced up at him wonderingly. The brown eyes were blazing and angry. It was an odd look for Ron's face to have. Different from the annoyance he had regarded Draco with for years.
"You mean, you don't think any different of me? I thought you would be disgusted."
"Oh, I am - with your blasted father. But you, no. It has changed between us, Draco. For the good if anything." Draco closed his eyes at the mention of his enemy by name. Ron kissed the halo of silver. "I think you have this type of courage that I've only seen in Harry." He laughed, "No offense. But now you have me anyway. Because I've come to realize something."
"What?"
"Maybe when Bill cast that spell over us, it made something else happen. We both feel it, I'm just not quite sure what it is yet. Though I know that it rather hurts to be far from you." He looked into Draco's eyes affectionately and the Slytherin snorted wryly, "Look at this! I'm a sappy lump of emotions. I'm a worse that a woman going though Menopause."
Ron laughed, "You'd better get dressed now. It's about time for bed and I'm terribly tired anyway. Though if you want me to sleep on the floor-"
Draco scoffed, "Yeah, right. You're staying with me." He pulled Ron's head down and brushed his cheek with his lips. Then he jumped nimbly up from the bed and got dressed quickly. Ron changed and climbed under the sheets. Side by side, they lay down together. Then, as he had done for the past nights, Draco turned on his side and welcomed the warm embrace of the red head. It was a long time before either of them slept. Draco was thinking of earlier - and how it felt with Ron touching him now. And Ron thought of his burning hatred of Lucius Malfoy. Who could hurt Draco like that? But the more he thought of it, the more he realized how close he had been to doing the same. Tightening his grip slightly, he breathed in the scent of Draco. The blonde yawned and put his hands over Ron's.
Not all touches had to be painful.
~*~ (A day later, the. switching to days later. Sorry, tis a bit confuzzling.)
The next day, the night before was practically forgotten. The only change was the regular first name basis and constant contact with each other. Ron let Draco choose when though. And he never tried to kiss the other boy again. Draco gave no indication that he wanted it either. Though every night without fail, they would fall asleep curled around one another. Lucius remained unmentioned between them, nor the talk they had had. It was understood now. Life would go back to normal.
Until the day that Draco sat on the bed, reading. Ron burst into the room and started to pace back and forth, wringing his hands. Draco glanced up from his book, looking inquiringly at the obviously stressed redhead. Leaning up on one elbow, he asked: "What is it?"
"Harry and Mione are arriving in a few days at most!" He groaned and dropped down next to the blonde and covered his face with his hands. Beside him, Draco's whole demeanor changed and he dropped back into the defensive shell he had left after becoming friends with Ron. He regarded the messily written letter in Ron's hand darkly, "Potty and Granger?" Scowling, he lay down the book and rose from the bed. His companion watched him anxiously, "Draco?"
But the Slytherin had fallen into a brooding silence. One could see the emotions and thoughts flickering through the silvery depths. After a few moments of this, he glanced at Ron and said levelly, "They won't much appreciate me here, you know. Perhaps I should make myself scarce." He paused in thought, "Yeah, that would probably be the most logical choice."
"What? No! Just because it may take them awhile to accept you-"
"But you don't get it, Ron? They won't. I know Potter may act *civil* to me, maybe for you. But not Granger. I've done too much to her," he said resignedly, almost sad. Ron bit his lip and worried it with his front teeth. He couldn't just let Draco go like that. There was no way.
"Maybe you could apologize," he suggested meekly, knowing the answer before it came.
Draco looked at him as if he had just told him he had eaten a tarantula with ketchup and poppy seed muffins. Then he shook his head, platinum locks flying about his face, "No way. No." Then he raised his eyes and met Ron's steadily. His gaze registered a decision just made. Ron gulped and sat up as Draco approached him and bent over, putting his face right up to Ron's, hands resting on either shoulder. The Gryffindor's lips parted slightly in wonderment as Draco breathed huskily, eyes fixed upon those lips, "I won't come between you and your circle. I doubt anyone could. So I'm going to give you something." And with that he smirked slyly and without any preamble, crushed his mouth against a very startled Ron's.
At first, Draco just stood there with his eyes closed. Like before, his shoulders tensed and his gripped tightened painfully on Ron's shoulders. But then he relaxed and pushed back, laying Ron down flat on the bed and climbing nimbly over him. Then the velveteen lips opened and plunged a hot tongue into Ron's mouth. The redhead started slightly, but gradually gave in to Draco's soothing caresses. The long white fingers tangled in fiery red locks and freckled fingers stroked sharp cheeks and traced along the perfectly chiseled jaw line.
Stars danced before their eyes as Ron chose to deepen the kiss. Draco felt drunk in bliss. He never wanted this to stop. It was so gentle, so sweet...
He moaned, breaking the kiss, as to when Ron whimpered slightly. But Draco merely smiled at him and kissed down his neck. The redhead gasped and arched his neck. Draco stopped at the base of his throat and suckled on the freckled skin. Moaning, Ron took Draco's chin firmly in his hand and titled the Angelic face up to him, bringing their lips together again softly.
Draco rolled over, pulling Ron with him. The lanky youth wrapped his arms around the slender body and crushed him against his chest. He straddled Draco's hips and gently tugged at the pouty lower lip. Draco smiled and met the other boy's lips once more in a hot and rushed kiss.
Then they both heard a gasp that came from neither of them. Ron rose partway off of Draco and looked irritably at the doorway. Then he froze, jaw hanging limp.
"Well," said Harry weakly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ O.O Zowee.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know! I've created a rather weak and pitiful needy!Draco. I'm ashamed, really. But if you think on it - go ahead, think away! - how would you be in the same situation, eh? EH?! I *thought* so. Now just accept him for the weepy wimp he is. Who knows, *mysterious smile* a whole new Draco may emerge in the future. And yes, I know that I've been rather cliched lately also. LET PREDICTABLE SAPPINESS RISE AGAIN TO REIGN SUPREME!! MAHAHA!! *snerk* But if you disagree, let us just sit back and watch how this yummers oatmeal without raisins cookie crumbles, shall we? I have a few more tricks hidden up my sleave yet, loves! Though before you go and leave a wonderful review: How can I follow this up? - for I'm always willing to contemplate ideas! Yes, yet again I am seeking your limitless wisdom, gracious reviewers. For only YOU can prevent ficcie fires started by flamers who will attack my humble story if I am left to fend for myself! I have not recieved any flames on this in peticular yet, but I fear that without your help.... it just may begin! And one more thing before I take my leave: Sorry this is turning out so dark, uncomfortable, and angsty. Heh. I'll make up for it with a lot of snogging. *grin* AU REVOIR!!
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Chapter Seven: Ramone Seeks Revenge!
"Weasly! Can you be any bloody slower? Maria just told Antonio that he loved her." Draco winced as he heard a crash in the kitchen. A second later, Ron came hurtling out of the other room, two bowls of buttery popcorn clutched in his hands. He vaulted gracelessly over the couch and landed next to Draco, who gripped the arm of the couch tightly so as not to be catapulted off. Taking the bowl gratefully from the lanky youth, the Slytherin fixed his eyes on the screen as Maria Martinez of "Spicy Tacos at Midnight" leaned into a passionate kiss with Antonio, her lover on the show.
It was a week after Draco and Ron had woken again in each other's embrace. That morning had been slightly tense, but they chose to dismiss it, and for nights after, slept the same way. For the boys had made a truce of sorts between each other. And now it was Tuesday night. Spanish soaps night.
The boys eyes remained glued on the screen as Antonio slipped down the see-through nightgown over Maria's shoulders. Ron and Draco sat, shoulders touching. They had still not quite gotten used to being separated, and many times touched without really being aware of it. It bothered them not, and life went on. Draco was assigned chores by Mrs. Weasly and the Ministry had sent agents to check up on the young Malfoy occasionally. No news had been heard on his father, who had gone into hiding.
"Oh! Antonio, my love. How could I have ever thought to love that beast...... that beast Ramone!" Dramatic music blared as the two Mexican Wizards clutched at each other. Draco sniffled and Ron handed him a tissue box, dabbing his own eyes with his sleeve. The camera zoomed in to Antonio's hand, which was lazily making it's way down Maria's back. The woman moaned and gasped his named as the hand gripped and squeezed the flesh of her rather voluptuous Spanish bottom. Ron blew his nose as Maria wept into Antonio's shoulder, cursing her husband Ramone.
Then the music changed and both Ron and Draco jumped, grabbing onto each other, dropping the bowls of popcorn. Draco gasped, "It's Ramone in the window! Oh no! Maria, run, run!"
Ron squealed, "No, no! He's got a knife! Antonio! Consiga lejos! Ack!"
Ramone stalked closer and closer to the still embracing couple. The knife was raised high above them, glinting in Laluna's light. It came down and the viewer was able to hear the slow wail of Maria. Draco sobbed and Ron swore fluently in Spanish. Antonio was doing the same, just as Maria was sobbing herself. Ramone stood over both of them, laughing.
Then the screen faded and the music returned full force. Text raced across the scene: Would Maria live? Will Ramone take her back to Mexico? What will Antonio do? And what about the kiss Antonio and Ramone had shared a year before? DUN-DUN-DUUUNNN!
"Si! Si, we want to know, dammit!" But the show was over and Draco leaned forward and shut the telly off. They sighed, wiping their eyes. Draco groaned, "Maria's a slut anyway. I say Antonio should elope with Rosa."
Ron shook his head, "Are you mad!? Antonio should die and Ramone should go with Pablo."
"The busboy?"
"The busboy."
They both pondered the delicious thought of the tall, dark and handsome Ramone with the innocent Pablo. Draco nodded and Ron looked superior. They both picked up the popcorn and deposited the bowls in the kitchen sink, where they magically began to clean themselves.
"Well, what do you want to do now?" asked Draco, already heading up to Ron's room. The redhead shrugged and followed the shorter boy. Like before, the numerous times they had walked up the stairs, Draco sashayed up as Ron's eyes constantly found the Slytherin's rounded flesh. Both were aware of it, though they chose to ignore it happening.
In the bedroom, Draco picked up a book and started to read. Ron settled next to him and read also.
"You done?"
"Yep, go ahead and turn."
Draco gasped, "Are you at the part-"
"Merlin! Why did he do that? Okay, turn."
"Weasly?"
"Wait a second! Geez, what are you, a speed reader?" Ron smiled and tried to read faster. Draco stopped reading and watched as the brown eyes flashed over the words on the page.
"Weasly, stop."
Ron paused and looked up. Draco noticed offhandedly that the red fringe had grown long enough to surpass Ron's eyes. What a pity that they covered that warm gaze....
"What is it, Malfoy?" His breath caught. Draco was looking at him as if he were in a daze. The Gryffindor was painfully aware of their closeness, painfully aware of Draco's eyes so focused on him, painfully aware that he felt something strange around the silver haired boy.
"Weasly," he paused uncertainly. Ron looked at him with wide open interest. So he continued, dropping his gaze, "Do you feel it?"
"Feel what, Malfoy?" Merlin! Where is this going?
Draco gulped hard, "Er, that weird feeling of.... like you have an empty spot in your stomach?"
They both blushed as Ron replied shakily, "Yeah. Kind of like grease and water?"
"Yeah."
"Urm, what do you suppose it is?"
"Dunno."
Their eyes met. Ron was caught by how the light played over Draco's features, striking up the strands in a silvery brilliance and flecking his eyes with white. He looked so beautiful at that moment. Ron wanted to caress that cheek and feel those perfect lips. He wanted to know that Draco liked him. He wanted to know that the Slytherin thought him an equal.
Slowly, Draco said, "Ron." The red head's eyes widened, but he remained silent and let Draco continue. "Ron, why are you looking like that?"
All he was conscious of now was the sweet scent of Draco's breath and the feel of it on his face. Closer? He bit his lip, "Why do you sleep in my arms at night?"
Draco shrugged, "I can't help it."
"Neither can I."
"So what does it mean?"
"I don't know. But if I try something, will you hate me?"
Draco looked at him closely and whispered, "I trust you."
Slowly, the Gryffindor leaned forward and brushed the Slytherin's lips with his own. Just the slightest touch, but it sent shocks of electricity through his nerves. Draco jumped slightly. They were closer now, the book had dropped to the floor. Ron licked his lips and leaned forward again, capturing Draco's mouth in a hot kiss. Roused by the feel of the silky lips, he pressed against Draco, who gave a little, returning the kiss softly. Ron moaned and closed his eyes, bringing up his fingers to run them through the blonde's corn silk tresses. Draco gasped a little, his eyes flying open. But Ron did not notice the sudden tensing of the other boy and he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue passed Draco's stiff lips into the wet cavern of his mouth. It was complete bliss. He found himself reacting to this display and wanting Draco there and with him, so much that it hurt. Pressing the small boy back against the pillows, Ron ground into him, deepening the kiss drastically and running his hands all over the slim figure beneath him. It felt wonderful beyond compare. And he felt he needed to be closer.
Searching, he found the clasp to Draco's robes and began to undo them. Now the Slytherin had gone completely still. Ron dove deeper into his mouth, ravaging and bruising the pink lips with rough teeth. The clasp was almost undone and he felt an urgency to touch more of Draco's ivory skin. He bit the lower lip and suckled, finally tearing the robe in his hurry to get to the velvety skin of the wiry chest. Draco was struggling against Ron now, thrashing about and trying to get his hands free of the ripped robes. In his passion, Ron ignored this and yanked the robe over Draco's shoulders, exposing more delicious flesh. He broke the kiss, not seeing the purplish bruises rising on the skin or the frightened look in Draco's eyes. He attacked the boy's chest, licking and biting at it harshly.
Then he felt a small hand fit into his hair and pull back. Hard. Crying out, he arched his neck back painfully as he heard Draco practically shout, "Stop it, please!"
Once the mist had cleared of Ron's eyes, he saw Draco clearly, lying pinned beneath him, breath coming in harsh gasps, lips bruised as well as his chest scratched, hair disheveled, eyes wild with fear. He drew back and the Slytherin recoiled as if slapped. Ron reached forward slightly, wanting to comfort the boy, but Draco shook his head and tried to pull away. He pushed weakly at Ron and the redhead saw with surprise that there were tears shining in the silvery eyes, now a dark and storming gray.
A whisper, "Weasly, get off of me."
Ron scrambled away from the still form, concern etched over his face. He felt like crying, begging Draco's forgiveness. He did not know what had come over him. Dropping his gaze, he murmured, "I'm sorry. Draco, please-"
"No," said Draco sharply, raising his voice. Ron fell silent, watching the blonde with huge eyes. The smaller boy sat up and pulled his robes back over his shoulders with dignity. He regarded Ron coldly, his gaze completely unfeeling. Ron was overcome with a sense of chilling cold. He winced away from those eyes. He remained on the bed as Draco rose languidly from his position and went to the door. The Slytherin then opened it and slipped through. Ron tried to stop him but the words died on his tongue.
After Ron had overcome the shock of what happened and realized what he had almost done, he sprinted outside to the shed and - through all the spiders - reached his broom, noticing the other one gone, and mounted. He kicked off into the air, hoping against hope that what he thought was right.
Ron found Draco by the stream curled up into a fetal position, asleep. He burned with embarrassment as he looked upon the completely nude figure. The robes lay discarded by the bank, dry. He looked over the lithe body, his breath had been snatched from his chest. Draco's mouth was turned down and his brow furrowed. The eyes were darting this way and that beneath the shadowed lids. He looked like an Angel still. An innocent, and alone Angel who was lost in the world of men with no where to run.
Ron knelt dow and lightly touched the boy's shoulder. He drew his hand away sharply as he saw that the skin was rubbed raw pink. All of the alabaster skin was raw and pink, as if violently scrubbed clean. It looked painful to him and he wanted more than anything to hold Draco and comfort him. That feeing of emptiness in his stomach intensified. As if scrubbed by human hands, scratched by human nails.
Oh Merlin, he thought frantically as Draco stirred, What have I done?
He thought to run for it as the harsh gray eyes flicked open and focused, fixing on him frostily. Biting his lip he stood up and stayed where he was. Draco sat up and crossed his legs, arching an eyebrow as Ron's eyes went over his body. Ron's gaze went back to Draco's face, which was solemn and set. There were traces of tears down the sharp cheeks and redness around the bloodshot eyes. What a beautiful disheveled Angel he was. Stricken, yet cornered and still lethal.
They sat in silence, just watching each other. Draco in all his glorious nakedness. And Ron in an unsure shell of fear and confusion.
Draco tried to get to his feet, but his knees buckled and he crumpled back to the ground weakly. Ron instinctively reached out to help, but Draco slapped his hands away, "Don't touch me."
"Draco, I don't know what happened back at my house! I'm sorry, I'm so damned sorry. Please try and under-"
"Understand? You bloody bastard. You damned fucking imbecile!" He leapt to his feet and came at Ron in full fury, pounding with his fists upon the covered chest. He screamed as he beat the Gryffindor, screamed and cried and raged. Ron fell back slightly under the blows; shocked into silence. He caught the flailing fists and held them tightly to his chest. Tears cascaded down Draco's cheeks as he fell against Ron, crying dryly into the cloth of the cloak. His body was wracked by sobs and weakened. Forgetting the robes and the other broom, Ron picked up the other boy and sat him on the his broom, mounting atop behind him and wrapping his arms around the shivering figure.
The fly back was quick and quiet. Ron managed to sneak Draco up to his room without Mrs. Weasly being any the wiser. There he lay Draco on the bed and backed off. The Slytherin lay still and Ron felt himself stir. He wanted to kiss the boy again, but he held himself back. Draco sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking at Ron with the saddest expression Ron had ever seen grace such a beautiful face.
"I suppose you want some answers then," said Draco quietly.
Ron nodded, crossing his arms over his chest and saying suddenly, "But first *I* want to say that I'm sorry, Draco. I - I guess just having this weird feeling and then you-"
"Don't, please," begged the blonde. "Please stop. Just don't talk. Come here and hold me. Just hold me for a few minutes. Please, Ron."
He complied mutely, scooping up the still shaking body in his arms and holding him tightly, enjoying the feel of the silky smooth skin. Draco lay his head against his shoulder and closed his eyes. A few tears squeezed passed the closed lids and fell onto the black cloth. Ron gently stroked the quicksilver hair and kissed the smooth white forehead. Draco drew back and looked at him squarely in the eyes. Ron looked back unflinchingly.
"I am not used to being touched. In a nice way. So I panic if pressed. Before - that was just too fast for me." His voice was barely audible, but Ron caught every word. He had a strange feeling in his stomach, a sick feeling. And Draco continued, "All my life, the only way of being touched was.... forced and painful. Every time, no matter by whom. It was always forced." He gave a bitter smile, "I guess I'm just the perfect one to be broken. So strong I come off as, but yet so easy to break. Too easy to break." He huddled closer to Ron. "At first, it was just a lingering kiss. A long, lingering kiss. I did not enjoy it. But took it, for I was made to take much and that was how I was taught. But then came the touching. Unpleasant touching. It grew more and more insistent each time. 'How beautiful you are,' he would say to me. He would whisper, always whisper. 'My Dragon, Dragon mine.' I thought that when school started, it would stop. But it didn't. It moved to school. How my peers would look at me. How they would trap me in the corners of our room and...." Draco faded off, his voice grown thick. Ron was horrorstruck and this Angel's words. He was speechless and scared.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"He was much too powerful. They all were. They just loved to break me, again and again. God, it hurt. It hurt so much - only to come home to it. More touching. And more than just that." His voice shook with tremors of the memories, "I hate to be touched. I hate to be forced. They touched me whenever they wanted. They forced me whenever they pleased."
Ron's heart was sinking inside his chest. He had forced Draco. He had almost forced him to-
"None of them loved me you know. He never loved me either. Though over and over he would say how beautiful, how perfect. How much like *him*. How much he loved to mar that perfection, bend it to his will, hurt it, bruise it, cut it."
"You needn't continue," said Ron, lightly drawing a finger down Draco's jaw line. "It will never happen again. You're with my family now and safe. Draco, do you hear me?"
"But he's still out there! He'll get me again, I know it."
"Not when I'm around," said Ron fiercely, holding him tighter. Draco glanced up at him wonderingly. The brown eyes were blazing and angry. It was an odd look for Ron's face to have. Different from the annoyance he had regarded Draco with for years.
"You mean, you don't think any different of me? I thought you would be disgusted."
"Oh, I am - with your blasted father. But you, no. It has changed between us, Draco. For the good if anything." Draco closed his eyes at the mention of his enemy by name. Ron kissed the halo of silver. "I think you have this type of courage that I've only seen in Harry." He laughed, "No offense. But now you have me anyway. Because I've come to realize something."
"What?"
"Maybe when Bill cast that spell over us, it made something else happen. We both feel it, I'm just not quite sure what it is yet. Though I know that it rather hurts to be far from you." He looked into Draco's eyes affectionately and the Slytherin snorted wryly, "Look at this! I'm a sappy lump of emotions. I'm a worse that a woman going though Menopause."
Ron laughed, "You'd better get dressed now. It's about time for bed and I'm terribly tired anyway. Though if you want me to sleep on the floor-"
Draco scoffed, "Yeah, right. You're staying with me." He pulled Ron's head down and brushed his cheek with his lips. Then he jumped nimbly up from the bed and got dressed quickly. Ron changed and climbed under the sheets. Side by side, they lay down together. Then, as he had done for the past nights, Draco turned on his side and welcomed the warm embrace of the red head. It was a long time before either of them slept. Draco was thinking of earlier - and how it felt with Ron touching him now. And Ron thought of his burning hatred of Lucius Malfoy. Who could hurt Draco like that? But the more he thought of it, the more he realized how close he had been to doing the same. Tightening his grip slightly, he breathed in the scent of Draco. The blonde yawned and put his hands over Ron's.
Not all touches had to be painful.
~*~ (A day later, the. switching to days later. Sorry, tis a bit confuzzling.)
The next day, the night before was practically forgotten. The only change was the regular first name basis and constant contact with each other. Ron let Draco choose when though. And he never tried to kiss the other boy again. Draco gave no indication that he wanted it either. Though every night without fail, they would fall asleep curled around one another. Lucius remained unmentioned between them, nor the talk they had had. It was understood now. Life would go back to normal.
Until the day that Draco sat on the bed, reading. Ron burst into the room and started to pace back and forth, wringing his hands. Draco glanced up from his book, looking inquiringly at the obviously stressed redhead. Leaning up on one elbow, he asked: "What is it?"
"Harry and Mione are arriving in a few days at most!" He groaned and dropped down next to the blonde and covered his face with his hands. Beside him, Draco's whole demeanor changed and he dropped back into the defensive shell he had left after becoming friends with Ron. He regarded the messily written letter in Ron's hand darkly, "Potty and Granger?" Scowling, he lay down the book and rose from the bed. His companion watched him anxiously, "Draco?"
But the Slytherin had fallen into a brooding silence. One could see the emotions and thoughts flickering through the silvery depths. After a few moments of this, he glanced at Ron and said levelly, "They won't much appreciate me here, you know. Perhaps I should make myself scarce." He paused in thought, "Yeah, that would probably be the most logical choice."
"What? No! Just because it may take them awhile to accept you-"
"But you don't get it, Ron? They won't. I know Potter may act *civil* to me, maybe for you. But not Granger. I've done too much to her," he said resignedly, almost sad. Ron bit his lip and worried it with his front teeth. He couldn't just let Draco go like that. There was no way.
"Maybe you could apologize," he suggested meekly, knowing the answer before it came.
Draco looked at him as if he had just told him he had eaten a tarantula with ketchup and poppy seed muffins. Then he shook his head, platinum locks flying about his face, "No way. No." Then he raised his eyes and met Ron's steadily. His gaze registered a decision just made. Ron gulped and sat up as Draco approached him and bent over, putting his face right up to Ron's, hands resting on either shoulder. The Gryffindor's lips parted slightly in wonderment as Draco breathed huskily, eyes fixed upon those lips, "I won't come between you and your circle. I doubt anyone could. So I'm going to give you something." And with that he smirked slyly and without any preamble, crushed his mouth against a very startled Ron's.
At first, Draco just stood there with his eyes closed. Like before, his shoulders tensed and his gripped tightened painfully on Ron's shoulders. But then he relaxed and pushed back, laying Ron down flat on the bed and climbing nimbly over him. Then the velveteen lips opened and plunged a hot tongue into Ron's mouth. The redhead started slightly, but gradually gave in to Draco's soothing caresses. The long white fingers tangled in fiery red locks and freckled fingers stroked sharp cheeks and traced along the perfectly chiseled jaw line.
Stars danced before their eyes as Ron chose to deepen the kiss. Draco felt drunk in bliss. He never wanted this to stop. It was so gentle, so sweet...
He moaned, breaking the kiss, as to when Ron whimpered slightly. But Draco merely smiled at him and kissed down his neck. The redhead gasped and arched his neck. Draco stopped at the base of his throat and suckled on the freckled skin. Moaning, Ron took Draco's chin firmly in his hand and titled the Angelic face up to him, bringing their lips together again softly.
Draco rolled over, pulling Ron with him. The lanky youth wrapped his arms around the slender body and crushed him against his chest. He straddled Draco's hips and gently tugged at the pouty lower lip. Draco smiled and met the other boy's lips once more in a hot and rushed kiss.
Then they both heard a gasp that came from neither of them. Ron rose partway off of Draco and looked irritably at the doorway. Then he froze, jaw hanging limp.
"Well," said Harry weakly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ O.O Zowee.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know! I've created a rather weak and pitiful needy!Draco. I'm ashamed, really. But if you think on it - go ahead, think away! - how would you be in the same situation, eh? EH?! I *thought* so. Now just accept him for the weepy wimp he is. Who knows, *mysterious smile* a whole new Draco may emerge in the future. And yes, I know that I've been rather cliched lately also. LET PREDICTABLE SAPPINESS RISE AGAIN TO REIGN SUPREME!! MAHAHA!! *snerk* But if you disagree, let us just sit back and watch how this yummers oatmeal without raisins cookie crumbles, shall we? I have a few more tricks hidden up my sleave yet, loves! Though before you go and leave a wonderful review: How can I follow this up? - for I'm always willing to contemplate ideas! Yes, yet again I am seeking your limitless wisdom, gracious reviewers. For only YOU can prevent ficcie fires started by flamers who will attack my humble story if I am left to fend for myself! I have not recieved any flames on this in peticular yet, but I fear that without your help.... it just may begin! And one more thing before I take my leave: Sorry this is turning out so dark, uncomfortable, and angsty. Heh. I'll make up for it with a lot of snogging. *grin* AU REVOIR!!
~*Villain*~