11. …Boudoirs are woken up in and Punishments had
Several hours later, Ron woke up in a Very Large Bed. He quickly took in his
surroundings: red velvet canopy. Dim lighting. Erotic statues. A fully stocked bar. A
collection of massage oils on the bedside table. He could only conclude that he had
woken up in Lucius' Boudoir.
Lucius himself was sprawled out next to Ron, fully awake and entirely naked. He
lounged on top of the covers, smoking a clove cigarette in a long ivory holder and
looking intently at the book he was holding. Ron peeked at the cover: "20 Ways to
Despoil a Virgin and Make It Look Like an Accident: A Practical Guide for Libidinous
Wizards." Ron noted a sticky feeling and peeked under the covers at his body, only to
find that he was covered in what had to be chocolate syrup. As there was obviously
nothing else to be done, Ron pulled a red, silky pillow out from under his head, pressed it
to his face, and screamed. That helped.
Removing the pillow, Ron kept his face carefully devoid of expression. Inside his head
he was screaming every insult that he could think of at himself but outside he said,
"Catching up on some light reading? So, how is it? Enlightening?"
"Utterly." Lucius' eyes remained fixed on his book. "I'm glad you're awake. We have
just enough time to clean you off before supper."
Ron hurt himself falling out of bed. Actually, knowing that being touched by a Malfoy
was like having someone press a button to shut his brain off, Ron had tried to leap out of
bed but had gotten tangled in the sheets. He got up clutching a red sheet about himself
and alternately spitting and swatting at his face to get that stupid long hair out of his
mouth. "You just stay away from me." Ron pointed a shaky finger at Lucius, trying to
sound firm but coming off as simply uncertain.
"Oh, how can you say that after what we had together?" Lucius had put down his book
and swung his legs over the side of the bed, preparing to advance. Out of options, Ron
turned and fled, doing his best not to trip on the damned bed sheet.
It took him five minutes to find his room. As soon as he got through the door he flung
himself across the room and onto the bed, sobbing and cursing himself. WHAT WAS
WRONG WITH HIM?! He wanted desperately to blame it on the stupid body he was
wearing -- unfamiliar hormones and all that -- but a horrible little voice kept asking in the
back of his head, "What if that's not it? What if it's Ron who wants it and is just using
the body to enjoy it?" He didn't even bother wasting curses on Lucius. What else could
you really expect from such a man? It was his own folly that had brought him to this
pass.
"So I guess you didn't stay away from him like I told you to, huh?" Draco seemed to
materialize out of the darkness. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" He sounded almost
regretful.
"No! That's just the problem," Ron sat up and practically screamed. "It seems I'm just a
perverted slut who can't refuse any man who offers. You said your father can't control
himself. Well apparently neither can I!" At this he threw off the sheet so Draco could
see the sticky mess congealing down his front. To Ron's great annoyance Draco began to
laugh. "What's so funny!? I just slept with your father and you're laughing?!" Ron was
now white with rage.
"You're a mess." Draco was now cracking up, but then he suddenly sobered. "But
seriously, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. My dad is very learned in the arts of
making aphrodisiacs. I doubt it was entirely your fault." Ron was slowly losing his
anger and starting to become worried. Draco was sounding way too nice. He knew that
if he had a girlfriend who slept with his father he wouldn't even be able to see straight for
a week. And then a thought for salvation sprang into his mind.
"And you use them too, is that the deal?" Ron held his breath, desperately hoping for
permission to place the blame on someone else.
"No, of course not. Why would I use aphrodisiacs on my own girlfriend?" Ron's hopes
crumbled away into dust. And then, "Wait here. I'll go get a sponge." Ron could only
nod glumly as Draco strode purposefully from the room.
When he returned Ron was lying prone on the bed, clutching his hands to his head. His
mind was locked into a tortured circle and he muttered to himself, "What have I done?
What have I done? I'll never be able to face them again. I'm lost….lost." Apparently
Ron's conscience was back with a vengeance.
Draco started calmly sponging the syrup from Ron's body with an efficiency that would
have surprised Ron if he had stopped to notice. Still calm, Draco said, "I'm really much
angrier than I look, you know. I've taken two years of anger management classes and I
can hide my anger much better than people think. When it's important anyway." Ron
continued muttering, nearly incoherent by now. Draco finished wiping the last of the
chocolate syrup from Ron's breast and appeared to reach a decision. "How about this?
I'll punish you, and then we'll both feel better." With no response from Ron, Draco
leaned over and set teeth to flesh.
The first bite went nearly unnoticed but the second managed to penetrate the fog of Ron's
spiraling guilt. By the third bite he was realizing that it was pointless to dwell on such
things, that stuff happened but that giving in wasn't necessarily a reason to hate yourself
for the rest of your life. By the fourth bite Ron's conscience had quit without giving two
weeks notice and by the fifth bite he was starting to think that maybe he should assist
Draco in this whole punishment thing by acting the part. He tried to give a whimper of
pain but unfortunately it came out as more of a moan. Draco sat up abruptly. "We
should probably be heading down to supper."
Several hours later, Ron woke up in a Very Large Bed. He quickly took in his
surroundings: red velvet canopy. Dim lighting. Erotic statues. A fully stocked bar. A
collection of massage oils on the bedside table. He could only conclude that he had
woken up in Lucius' Boudoir.
Lucius himself was sprawled out next to Ron, fully awake and entirely naked. He
lounged on top of the covers, smoking a clove cigarette in a long ivory holder and
looking intently at the book he was holding. Ron peeked at the cover: "20 Ways to
Despoil a Virgin and Make It Look Like an Accident: A Practical Guide for Libidinous
Wizards." Ron noted a sticky feeling and peeked under the covers at his body, only to
find that he was covered in what had to be chocolate syrup. As there was obviously
nothing else to be done, Ron pulled a red, silky pillow out from under his head, pressed it
to his face, and screamed. That helped.
Removing the pillow, Ron kept his face carefully devoid of expression. Inside his head
he was screaming every insult that he could think of at himself but outside he said,
"Catching up on some light reading? So, how is it? Enlightening?"
"Utterly." Lucius' eyes remained fixed on his book. "I'm glad you're awake. We have
just enough time to clean you off before supper."
Ron hurt himself falling out of bed. Actually, knowing that being touched by a Malfoy
was like having someone press a button to shut his brain off, Ron had tried to leap out of
bed but had gotten tangled in the sheets. He got up clutching a red sheet about himself
and alternately spitting and swatting at his face to get that stupid long hair out of his
mouth. "You just stay away from me." Ron pointed a shaky finger at Lucius, trying to
sound firm but coming off as simply uncertain.
"Oh, how can you say that after what we had together?" Lucius had put down his book
and swung his legs over the side of the bed, preparing to advance. Out of options, Ron
turned and fled, doing his best not to trip on the damned bed sheet.
It took him five minutes to find his room. As soon as he got through the door he flung
himself across the room and onto the bed, sobbing and cursing himself. WHAT WAS
WRONG WITH HIM?! He wanted desperately to blame it on the stupid body he was
wearing -- unfamiliar hormones and all that -- but a horrible little voice kept asking in the
back of his head, "What if that's not it? What if it's Ron who wants it and is just using
the body to enjoy it?" He didn't even bother wasting curses on Lucius. What else could
you really expect from such a man? It was his own folly that had brought him to this
pass.
"So I guess you didn't stay away from him like I told you to, huh?" Draco seemed to
materialize out of the darkness. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" He sounded almost
regretful.
"No! That's just the problem," Ron sat up and practically screamed. "It seems I'm just a
perverted slut who can't refuse any man who offers. You said your father can't control
himself. Well apparently neither can I!" At this he threw off the sheet so Draco could
see the sticky mess congealing down his front. To Ron's great annoyance Draco began to
laugh. "What's so funny!? I just slept with your father and you're laughing?!" Ron was
now white with rage.
"You're a mess." Draco was now cracking up, but then he suddenly sobered. "But
seriously, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. My dad is very learned in the arts of
making aphrodisiacs. I doubt it was entirely your fault." Ron was slowly losing his
anger and starting to become worried. Draco was sounding way too nice. He knew that
if he had a girlfriend who slept with his father he wouldn't even be able to see straight for
a week. And then a thought for salvation sprang into his mind.
"And you use them too, is that the deal?" Ron held his breath, desperately hoping for
permission to place the blame on someone else.
"No, of course not. Why would I use aphrodisiacs on my own girlfriend?" Ron's hopes
crumbled away into dust. And then, "Wait here. I'll go get a sponge." Ron could only
nod glumly as Draco strode purposefully from the room.
When he returned Ron was lying prone on the bed, clutching his hands to his head. His
mind was locked into a tortured circle and he muttered to himself, "What have I done?
What have I done? I'll never be able to face them again. I'm lost….lost." Apparently
Ron's conscience was back with a vengeance.
Draco started calmly sponging the syrup from Ron's body with an efficiency that would
have surprised Ron if he had stopped to notice. Still calm, Draco said, "I'm really much
angrier than I look, you know. I've taken two years of anger management classes and I
can hide my anger much better than people think. When it's important anyway." Ron
continued muttering, nearly incoherent by now. Draco finished wiping the last of the
chocolate syrup from Ron's breast and appeared to reach a decision. "How about this?
I'll punish you, and then we'll both feel better." With no response from Ron, Draco
leaned over and set teeth to flesh.
The first bite went nearly unnoticed but the second managed to penetrate the fog of Ron's
spiraling guilt. By the third bite he was realizing that it was pointless to dwell on such
things, that stuff happened but that giving in wasn't necessarily a reason to hate yourself
for the rest of your life. By the fourth bite Ron's conscience had quit without giving two
weeks notice and by the fifth bite he was starting to think that maybe he should assist
Draco in this whole punishment thing by acting the part. He tried to give a whimper of
pain but unfortunately it came out as more of a moan. Draco sat up abruptly. "We
should probably be heading down to supper."