38. …Ron wants to talk about his Feelings
The carriage pulled into Malfoy Manor. Draco and Hermione had halted the carriage on a
nearby hill, watching until Lucius hopped on a horse and galloped away. Then they began
their descent to the house.
Hermione held her tongue, wanting to say several things about the ostentatious doorway
with the ridiculous carved snakes. However, as she was under the invisibility cloak, she
kept quiet.
Draco walked into the house and tossed his coat at the butler. "I'm going to my room!"
he announced to no one in particular.
Ron contemplated the ceiling, in amazing good cheer. Maybe Lucius wasn't coming!
Maybe he'd just wait here until…
The door opened and slammed shut. Lucius strode in, a dark shape silhouetted against the
light outside.
"Blaise, my dear," he purred, throwing aside his cloak and walking stick. "You said that
you missed me. I'm touched." He smiled, showing his teeth.
Ron squeaked, fighting the urge to hide underneath the sheets and never come out.
"Ye…yes I did…" he said pitifully.
Lucius strode over, picked Ron up forcefully, and pushed him up against the headboard
of the bed. He began a passionate duel with Ron's lips. Ron tried to come up for air.
"No!" he croaked. Lucius stopped and looked at him quizzically.
"It's just…" Ron said, "I thought we could…talk. About things. You know. Our feelings
and all that."
Lucius threw back his head and laughed. "You do amuse me, dear." He collapsed to the
bed, positioning Blaise on top of him. "Now do your worst. Wait, where did you get
this?" Lucius reached up a hand to Ron's breast and Ron looked down at the healing bite
mark in sudden panic.
"Seriously Harry, calm down. It's not important right now." Ginny was getting to the
end of her rope when it came to dealing with Harry's homophobia and sense of betrayal.
"Pleeeaaase, just let it go." But Harry had worked himself into a frenzy and was pacing
up and down the common room.
"I can't believe he's helping DRACO! I can't believe he SLEPT with Draco. He didn't
even have an excuse this time. How could he? He betrayed me. Betrayed our
friendship…" Harry's mutterings trailed off into gibberish once more.
Ginny threw her hands up in the air, casting up a prayer that she would have the strength
to deal with this and that Harry might see reason. Before she could think better of it she
jumped off the couch and walked over to Harry, grabbing him by the shoulders and
forcing him to look her in the eye. When he continued muttering she slapped him for
good measure. That got his attention.
"Harry," she said forcibly, staring at him intently to be sure he was listening, "Ron did
NOT betray your friendship. Whatever he might be doing with Draco, that has nothing to
do with YOU. Man, you can be SO self centered sometimes." Here Ginny paused to be
sure that Harry heard the disgust in her voice. Harry seemed to have calmed down some
and was apparently listening to her so she continued. "And besides, you have to
remember, Ron is not you. He is a different person and so will make different choices
than you. Anyway," Ginny paused to look flirtatiously up at Harry from under her
eyelashes, "you don't want him being EXACTLY like you, do you?" She reached up on
her tiptoes and brushed her lips lightly across Harry's. "Hmmm?"
The last tension seemed to drain from Harry and he put his arms around Ginny, drawing
her to him. "You're right on that last bit at least," he said before planting his lips firmly
on Ginny's. Not one to let an opportunity go to waste, Ginny pulled away from Harry
and walked away a few steps, letting her fingers trail down his chest as she went. Then
she looked back at Harry seductively before sauntering to her room, entering and leaving
her door wide open. It was almost no time at all before Harry followed her, slamming the
door shut with loud finality and throwing her down on the bed.
Ron was sobbing as convincingly as he could into Lucius' shoulder. He had never been a
very good actor but he found that when he thought about how he was stuck here with
Lucius and Hermione was off alone with Draco, on some level it really did make him
want to cry.
He had avoided the whole bite mark fiasco by making up a story about a cat that showed
up and turned out to be vicious when he tried to befriend it. All and all the story was
highly improbable, especially considering that there was really no way in all hell that a
cat had made the mark on his breast, but Lucius wasn't scientifically minded, and neither
was he actually concerned, so the story sufficed.
During the telling of the story, however, Ron had realized how utterly hideous his
mistake with the whole 'let's talk about our feelings' thing was and had used the time to
try to come up with something that a brainless bimbo would have to say on that subject.
His luck was not good in areas such as this but a sort of genius had struck. As soon as the
stupid cat story was over, Ron had started wailing about the upcoming semester and how
he wouldn't be able to see Lucius hardly ever and how he was going to be soooooo
lonely and on and on until he had run out of stupid things to say.
So now he was stuck pretending to be crying on Lucius' shoulder. Lucius himself wasn't
helping much. He had just looked sort of befuddled during the whole melodrama and
said one or two things about weekends but on the whole he was rather unresponsive. Ron
was going to have to shift tactics if he was going to hold the man's attention and he really
didn't want to think about what that entailed.
But the inevitable was approaching. So he bit the bullet and did it. "I'm going to be so
lonely," he wailed one more time before planting his lips on Lucius', trying to put as
much feeling into the kiss as he could muster. Now THIS did get a response. Before he
knew it Ron had been flipped over and Lucius' weight was grinding him into the
mattress. Ron gasped despite himself before just letting his body take over. Resistance
was futile.
The carriage pulled into Malfoy Manor. Draco and Hermione had halted the carriage on a
nearby hill, watching until Lucius hopped on a horse and galloped away. Then they began
their descent to the house.
Hermione held her tongue, wanting to say several things about the ostentatious doorway
with the ridiculous carved snakes. However, as she was under the invisibility cloak, she
kept quiet.
Draco walked into the house and tossed his coat at the butler. "I'm going to my room!"
he announced to no one in particular.
Ron contemplated the ceiling, in amazing good cheer. Maybe Lucius wasn't coming!
Maybe he'd just wait here until…
The door opened and slammed shut. Lucius strode in, a dark shape silhouetted against the
light outside.
"Blaise, my dear," he purred, throwing aside his cloak and walking stick. "You said that
you missed me. I'm touched." He smiled, showing his teeth.
Ron squeaked, fighting the urge to hide underneath the sheets and never come out.
"Ye…yes I did…" he said pitifully.
Lucius strode over, picked Ron up forcefully, and pushed him up against the headboard
of the bed. He began a passionate duel with Ron's lips. Ron tried to come up for air.
"No!" he croaked. Lucius stopped and looked at him quizzically.
"It's just…" Ron said, "I thought we could…talk. About things. You know. Our feelings
and all that."
Lucius threw back his head and laughed. "You do amuse me, dear." He collapsed to the
bed, positioning Blaise on top of him. "Now do your worst. Wait, where did you get
this?" Lucius reached up a hand to Ron's breast and Ron looked down at the healing bite
mark in sudden panic.
"Seriously Harry, calm down. It's not important right now." Ginny was getting to the
end of her rope when it came to dealing with Harry's homophobia and sense of betrayal.
"Pleeeaaase, just let it go." But Harry had worked himself into a frenzy and was pacing
up and down the common room.
"I can't believe he's helping DRACO! I can't believe he SLEPT with Draco. He didn't
even have an excuse this time. How could he? He betrayed me. Betrayed our
friendship…" Harry's mutterings trailed off into gibberish once more.
Ginny threw her hands up in the air, casting up a prayer that she would have the strength
to deal with this and that Harry might see reason. Before she could think better of it she
jumped off the couch and walked over to Harry, grabbing him by the shoulders and
forcing him to look her in the eye. When he continued muttering she slapped him for
good measure. That got his attention.
"Harry," she said forcibly, staring at him intently to be sure he was listening, "Ron did
NOT betray your friendship. Whatever he might be doing with Draco, that has nothing to
do with YOU. Man, you can be SO self centered sometimes." Here Ginny paused to be
sure that Harry heard the disgust in her voice. Harry seemed to have calmed down some
and was apparently listening to her so she continued. "And besides, you have to
remember, Ron is not you. He is a different person and so will make different choices
than you. Anyway," Ginny paused to look flirtatiously up at Harry from under her
eyelashes, "you don't want him being EXACTLY like you, do you?" She reached up on
her tiptoes and brushed her lips lightly across Harry's. "Hmmm?"
The last tension seemed to drain from Harry and he put his arms around Ginny, drawing
her to him. "You're right on that last bit at least," he said before planting his lips firmly
on Ginny's. Not one to let an opportunity go to waste, Ginny pulled away from Harry
and walked away a few steps, letting her fingers trail down his chest as she went. Then
she looked back at Harry seductively before sauntering to her room, entering and leaving
her door wide open. It was almost no time at all before Harry followed her, slamming the
door shut with loud finality and throwing her down on the bed.
Ron was sobbing as convincingly as he could into Lucius' shoulder. He had never been a
very good actor but he found that when he thought about how he was stuck here with
Lucius and Hermione was off alone with Draco, on some level it really did make him
want to cry.
He had avoided the whole bite mark fiasco by making up a story about a cat that showed
up and turned out to be vicious when he tried to befriend it. All and all the story was
highly improbable, especially considering that there was really no way in all hell that a
cat had made the mark on his breast, but Lucius wasn't scientifically minded, and neither
was he actually concerned, so the story sufficed.
During the telling of the story, however, Ron had realized how utterly hideous his
mistake with the whole 'let's talk about our feelings' thing was and had used the time to
try to come up with something that a brainless bimbo would have to say on that subject.
His luck was not good in areas such as this but a sort of genius had struck. As soon as the
stupid cat story was over, Ron had started wailing about the upcoming semester and how
he wouldn't be able to see Lucius hardly ever and how he was going to be soooooo
lonely and on and on until he had run out of stupid things to say.
So now he was stuck pretending to be crying on Lucius' shoulder. Lucius himself wasn't
helping much. He had just looked sort of befuddled during the whole melodrama and
said one or two things about weekends but on the whole he was rather unresponsive. Ron
was going to have to shift tactics if he was going to hold the man's attention and he really
didn't want to think about what that entailed.
But the inevitable was approaching. So he bit the bullet and did it. "I'm going to be so
lonely," he wailed one more time before planting his lips on Lucius', trying to put as
much feeling into the kiss as he could muster. Now THIS did get a response. Before he
knew it Ron had been flipped over and Lucius' weight was grinding him into the
mattress. Ron gasped despite himself before just letting his body take over. Resistance
was futile.