a/n: Erm. ::clears throat:: I would like to start off this chapter with an
apology to all of you out there who think I am "really and truly evil" to
quote one loyal follower of my story. I realize how long it's been since I
posted but I do have a really good excuse. My computer hates me (see, I
told you it was a good excuse). Every time I tried to logon to
fanfiction.net, my comp decided to crash for no reason whatsoever. I have
finally gotten every last bug out of the system (hopefully) after what must
seem like an interminable amount of time for those of you who are waiting
for the slash. I assure you that there is slash in this chapter.
Unfortunately, by my standards, it is definitely lacking in the plot
department. I definitely think chapter 6 will be better than this (but
probably not by much).
Disclaimer: None of these beautiful characters belong to me, though God knows I try to take the credit anyways.
Warning: This chapter is not for anyone who is severely homophobic. For all the rest of you, please don't get your hopes up, it really isn't much.
Title: A Fire Within Rating: R Pairing: RW/DM; HP/HG Spoiler: Harry Potter 1-4
And without further ado,
Chapter 5: Unbridled Decisions
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He was talking to himself again. "I must be half mad." He stopped to think about this. "I take that back, I must have gone totally and completely bonkers." He continued walking down the dark hallway, praying that he wouldn't get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris.
"I don't even know if he'll be there," he began, trying to force himself to retreat to his dormitory. Some unknown force was making him walk towards the entrance to the Slytherin common room and obviously it was not going to be compromised. He rounded one last corner and was about to turn back when..
"I had a feeling you'd show up." The icy voice sent shivers up his spine. "It took you longer than I expected. I guess you're not as bright as I thought."
"Cut the shit, Malfoy. How'd you know?"
"I went through the same thing." This statement made Ron wonder is Malfoy really did know or was just trying to tick him off.
"What are you talking about? Went through what?"
Malfoy sighed and shook his head. This could take a while. he thought.
"You've been feeling left out lately? You'd rather be by yourself than with your best friends and it's the worst feeling in the world to have?"
"How'd you know that?"
"I went through all that myself when I realized."
"You mean, You're... you're gay?!"
"You say that as if it's a bad thing." A crude smile crept across his lips. Ron hadn't noticed, but Draco, who had been a good twenty feet away when the conversation had started, had slowly inched his way closer and was now within five feet of Ron. When he finally realized, Ron started to back up.
"Its really not as bad as it seems, once you get over the initial shock."
"Shock? What shock? I'm not in shock." Ron was sounding quite panicked at this point. His voice had risen several octaves when he said that.
"What did I tell you about denial? It does you no good at all." Malfoy had now backed Ron up against a wall and was just inches away from him. Ron was almost terrified but he couldn't bring himself to push away the platinum blonde who stood before him.
"There's really only one cure for denial, at least only one cure that I know of, and that is experience." And with that, Malfoy suddenly lunged forward and met Ron in a very passionate kiss.
Ron's mouth was burning. He had never experienced such a wonderful sensation before. His blood was fire coursing through his veins. He instinctively lifted his hands and began to run his fingers through Draco's hair. It was like pure silk flowing smoothly through his fingers. He moved his hands down to the nape of his neck, messaging gently with his fingertips.
Draco now had his arms wrapped around Ron's waist, clutching desperately at the back of Ron's shirt. Their tongues probed each other's mouths savagely. When at last they two broke apart, they were both panting.
"That was. that was." Ron began breathlessly.
"Great!" finished Draco, gasping for much needed oxygen. A smirk came across his face as Ron's face dropped in sudden realization.
"Oh shit! I just kissed my worst enemy. This has to be the worst nightmare ever. Oh please tell me I'm dreaming."
"Still in denial, eh? Would you like a little more convincing?" asked Draco, still holding Ron in a close embrace.
".er ."
"I'll take that as a yes"
Draco playfully pecked at his lips then worked his way down to Ron's neck. Soft, wet noises echoed through the stone passages. The fire once more pulsated throughout Ron's body. He longed for more of this forbidden love. His moans and groans grew louder as Draco, still occupied with Ron's neck, began unbuttoning his pajama top.
The two were utterly unaware of their surroundings, totally focused on the look, smell, and taste of each other's bodies. Once Draco was satisfied with his chest, he made his way back up to Ron's mouth and began to gently nibble his lips. Ron's tongue found its way inside Draco's mouth once more.
After a few tantalizing moments, the pair separated again. Draco still had Ron pinned up against the wall, though Ron obviously wasn't complaining. A deep look of sincere contentment played across his face. For the first time in weeks, he could honestly say that he was truly happy. And in that insight, was fear. Fear of being hurt and of hurting. Fear of people finding out and of what they would think. Ron quickly escaped Draco's grasp
"Malfoy. erm. Draco. I can't. Not now, not yet." he said, trailing off.
"I understand. But if you decide you'd like to continue our little escapade, meet me here tomorrow night at midnight."
"Ok, sure." Ron sounded a little indecisive. He turned slowly and began walking away, re-buttoning his shirt as he did. The not so sudden apprehension of what he had done would not set in until the next morning. ________________________________________________________________________
a/n: I think I put a lot of "not so sudden realizations" into this story without noticing it. This I apologize for (I'm all about apologies all of a sudden). Also I express my regret for making you all wait (so patiently I might add) for the teeniest little bit of something barely worthy of being deemed slash.
Thank you's for this chapter are sent to: scythefire, 11, comsoz, and PrettyWhenICry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga of Wurm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: None of these beautiful characters belong to me, though God knows I try to take the credit anyways.
Warning: This chapter is not for anyone who is severely homophobic. For all the rest of you, please don't get your hopes up, it really isn't much.
Title: A Fire Within Rating: R Pairing: RW/DM; HP/HG Spoiler: Harry Potter 1-4
And without further ado,
Chapter 5: Unbridled Decisions
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He was talking to himself again. "I must be half mad." He stopped to think about this. "I take that back, I must have gone totally and completely bonkers." He continued walking down the dark hallway, praying that he wouldn't get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris.
"I don't even know if he'll be there," he began, trying to force himself to retreat to his dormitory. Some unknown force was making him walk towards the entrance to the Slytherin common room and obviously it was not going to be compromised. He rounded one last corner and was about to turn back when..
"I had a feeling you'd show up." The icy voice sent shivers up his spine. "It took you longer than I expected. I guess you're not as bright as I thought."
"Cut the shit, Malfoy. How'd you know?"
"I went through the same thing." This statement made Ron wonder is Malfoy really did know or was just trying to tick him off.
"What are you talking about? Went through what?"
Malfoy sighed and shook his head. This could take a while. he thought.
"You've been feeling left out lately? You'd rather be by yourself than with your best friends and it's the worst feeling in the world to have?"
"How'd you know that?"
"I went through all that myself when I realized."
"You mean, You're... you're gay?!"
"You say that as if it's a bad thing." A crude smile crept across his lips. Ron hadn't noticed, but Draco, who had been a good twenty feet away when the conversation had started, had slowly inched his way closer and was now within five feet of Ron. When he finally realized, Ron started to back up.
"Its really not as bad as it seems, once you get over the initial shock."
"Shock? What shock? I'm not in shock." Ron was sounding quite panicked at this point. His voice had risen several octaves when he said that.
"What did I tell you about denial? It does you no good at all." Malfoy had now backed Ron up against a wall and was just inches away from him. Ron was almost terrified but he couldn't bring himself to push away the platinum blonde who stood before him.
"There's really only one cure for denial, at least only one cure that I know of, and that is experience." And with that, Malfoy suddenly lunged forward and met Ron in a very passionate kiss.
Ron's mouth was burning. He had never experienced such a wonderful sensation before. His blood was fire coursing through his veins. He instinctively lifted his hands and began to run his fingers through Draco's hair. It was like pure silk flowing smoothly through his fingers. He moved his hands down to the nape of his neck, messaging gently with his fingertips.
Draco now had his arms wrapped around Ron's waist, clutching desperately at the back of Ron's shirt. Their tongues probed each other's mouths savagely. When at last they two broke apart, they were both panting.
"That was. that was." Ron began breathlessly.
"Great!" finished Draco, gasping for much needed oxygen. A smirk came across his face as Ron's face dropped in sudden realization.
"Oh shit! I just kissed my worst enemy. This has to be the worst nightmare ever. Oh please tell me I'm dreaming."
"Still in denial, eh? Would you like a little more convincing?" asked Draco, still holding Ron in a close embrace.
".er ."
"I'll take that as a yes"
Draco playfully pecked at his lips then worked his way down to Ron's neck. Soft, wet noises echoed through the stone passages. The fire once more pulsated throughout Ron's body. He longed for more of this forbidden love. His moans and groans grew louder as Draco, still occupied with Ron's neck, began unbuttoning his pajama top.
The two were utterly unaware of their surroundings, totally focused on the look, smell, and taste of each other's bodies. Once Draco was satisfied with his chest, he made his way back up to Ron's mouth and began to gently nibble his lips. Ron's tongue found its way inside Draco's mouth once more.
After a few tantalizing moments, the pair separated again. Draco still had Ron pinned up against the wall, though Ron obviously wasn't complaining. A deep look of sincere contentment played across his face. For the first time in weeks, he could honestly say that he was truly happy. And in that insight, was fear. Fear of being hurt and of hurting. Fear of people finding out and of what they would think. Ron quickly escaped Draco's grasp
"Malfoy. erm. Draco. I can't. Not now, not yet." he said, trailing off.
"I understand. But if you decide you'd like to continue our little escapade, meet me here tomorrow night at midnight."
"Ok, sure." Ron sounded a little indecisive. He turned slowly and began walking away, re-buttoning his shirt as he did. The not so sudden apprehension of what he had done would not set in until the next morning. ________________________________________________________________________
a/n: I think I put a lot of "not so sudden realizations" into this story without noticing it. This I apologize for (I'm all about apologies all of a sudden). Also I express my regret for making you all wait (so patiently I might add) for the teeniest little bit of something barely worthy of being deemed slash.
Thank you's for this chapter are sent to: scythefire, 11, comsoz, and PrettyWhenICry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga of Wurm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~