Nov.02: The muses are away on vacation! I love those guys! LOL......for th
is chapter and the next we will see of how Ron/Draco spent their day! They
deserve a day of rest before facing everyone but it's so hard for me to
write such badness as others making fun. Oh well..
Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ for having some love for Harry!
THNX ~*Snowdrop*~ for using groovy! I haven't heard that in a while!
Thanks ~*Aloh Dark*~ *huggles* You are soooooo kewl! Thanks 4 UR reviews [and extra reviews] and for keeping up!
Thank you ~*cihbecca*~ of course I'll continue!
THNX ~*KC Matthews*~ I'm still thinking...you're writer's block is rubbing off! OH NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you ~*Andrea*~ you always seem to know how to cheer me up!
Thanks ~*Ken's Dark Angel*~ for reviewing and de-lurking yourself....in a sense!
So.....on with the reading! And also, the next chappie will be smut! YAYAYAYAY!
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Chpt 18
"Wow." Ron breathed as he stared about the room he was standing in.
"So, you like?"
"Yeah."
The room, Draco's exclusive room, was about the size of a normal dorm; beautiful hard wood floors lay clean and pristine. On the adjacent wall of the door, a huge marble-mantel fireplace jutted out of the wall, a 19th century map of the world hung over it. A deep blue, almost the color of the night-darkening sky, couch sat directly across from the fireplace, matching chairs on either side. A small collection of other portraits, paintings, sculptures and a few pieces of furniture were places elegantly about the room. Across from the small living area, the whole back part of the room was raised, with a four-step staircase leading to a beautiful sleigh bed. A large, posh dark forest green quilt lay, perfectly folded with an array of matching pillows on top. A door at the left lead to what Ron guessed was his own private bedroom.
"So-" As Draco turned around from closing to door, Ron threw his arms around Draco, a sob breaking from his throat.
"Ron," Draco sighed, soothing him, rubbing his back. It was awkward to Draco, it wasn't used to comfort. How would someone go about this? But, when Ron wrapped his arms around his waist, he figured he was doing something right. "Come here." He moved over to the couch.
Ron sniffled. "You need a better command."
"Why fix what isn't broke?" Draco draped himself of the couch, one leg on it, the other hanging off the side. This was so Ron could nestle between his legs comfortably. Ron sulked over to the couch, laid his head down on the Slytherin's chest, wrapped his arms under the boy's body and wept into his school vest.
"Ron. I knew I shouldn't have done it without clearing with you first, really, but you seemed so sure about being open about this." Draco apologized, running his fingers through soft red tresses.
"It's not your fault. It's not that. It's just that....I didn't think everyone would be so objective toward this. I could feel the disappointment, the anger, the betrayal radiating off of everyone. I just didn't know."
"Hun, I told you that they wouldn't handle it. It's just that I'm disappointed in myself for going about our outing so wrongly."
"Don't be." Ron slid up towards Draco, his prize in sight. And Draco graciously let him take it. The two pairs of lips touched, then again, every so often they would break apart, letting their owners gaze into the others eyes.
Draco loved they way Ron simple didn't care that his tears still ran their course, leaving behind a salty trail behind them. He took his index finger and tasted one. Deliciously true to the boy. Ron got up on both hands, hovering over Draco, making the boy beneath him happy with his decision in his type of lovers. He always liked height. Even a couple of inches, like Ron, provided the boys enough arm length to have a proper amount of space between them. And Ron was just right.
The kisses became one. The one became passion filled. A nip here, a lick there, soon tongues enter the equation.
"I have to go back to my dorm and get a few items so, I can move in."
"You're moving in?" A smirk quirked.
"For the time being. If you don't mind. I can't stay there until I know I have one friendly person to talk to."
"Sure."
"How did you do it? How come you're not too broken up about this whole thing? I know that those in Slytherin were none to happy to see you with me." Ron asked, head replaced on Draco's chest. He could hear heartbeats, the soft rustling of air coming in and out of his lungs.
"I don't care about those people. I care for no one here. I have no strings attached to a single body here except you. I always knew that I would never find a connection with these people. But you, you are the only one to see me like this. Caring, quiet, unsure of everything. You never know but if you stick with me long enough you might find the altruistic side of me."
"I hope so. Oh! I need to get my things for class."
"Let's not go. Stay here with me."
"We can't. They'll think that we feel bad. I won't let them think that."
"Fine. Come along." Draco waited until Ron was completely off of him when he went over to the fireplace, reached for his wand and taped the fourth brick to the left from the level of the mantel.
"Like Diagon Alley." Ron whispered as he stared in awe was the bricks separate, turning and relocating until they opened to the form of a small doorway. They led to a sudden staircase.
"They lead up through the castle, to every floor. The second flight of stairs, 2nd door to your right leads to Gryffindor."
"How-"
"I, too, know of the Marauders."
"Wow. Will you come along?"
"Whatever you want." Draco grabbed his satchel, and lead the way. "Don't worry about the door. It'll close up on its own."
So, Ron followed. Up winding stairs, a small window appeared every so often until Draco stopped abruptly. He began to closely examine the wall, looking for something specific. "I know I marked it.....Here it is! Come, you'll need to find this is you intend to use it."
Ron stepped up to the wall and looked at a brick that Draco pointed to. It seemed to look like all the others. "How will I find this?"
"Look closer."
So he did. And right next to his finger was the slightest inflection, if you didn't look for it, you'd never see it. A small slanted 'S' was chipped into it.
"If you can't find the 'S', it's usually the 6th or 7th brick from the floor, wherever you might be." He tapped the brink and a doorway appeared. A large red and gold tapestry hung in the doorway.
"Are all the doors obscured by tapestries?"
"Yes."
Ron moved the hanging out of his way, held it open for Draco to pass and headed towards the dorms. The door was placed next to the boys' bathroom, which was on a corridor itself. Ron turned the corner and headed to a door that was labeled "4th year boys' dormitory". He opened the door and there was his home. His temporary home that could no longer comfort him. He quickly headed to his bed, curtains opened.
//House elves must have been by// he mused as he went to his trunk, pulling out some pajamas, a pair of boxers, toothbrush and other toiletries.
Draco waltzed to the bed, sat down on it with a bounce. He observed his surroundings. "I hate red and gold."
"Excuse me?" Ron stood, hand on his hip.
"I like you, Red. But not with gold. Gold is so overused, so everyday. Silver, grey, now that's a color." Draco said. "So, you sleep in this bed?"
"Yeah."
"Where does Potter sleep?"
"Near the window." Ron answered absent-mindedly.
Draco secretly advanced toward Potter's bed, pulled back the sheets and spat on to the bed cover, then replaced the sheets.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." Draco rushed back over to his seat.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"I wanna fuck you in this thing." Draco commented as he ran his hand over the blanket.
"Not today."
"Can I kiss you on it?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm horny as fuck. You're dead sexy when you're upset. And I want to know that you fuck a dirty Slytherin in your bed in Gryffindor Tower."
"You kinky wanker." Ron laughed as he retrieved his school things. He went up to Draco and French kissed him. "That's all you're getting right now."
"That's fine by me. You ready yet?"
"Yup. So are you going to take my things?"
"Hell no."
"Why not? You can just carry my things until lunch."
"No way. I'll take your things so everyone will know that I'm keeping you."
"So, they already know about us."
"But what about the teachers. They'll get suspicious and won't let you come to my room."
"True."
"Plus, I was hoping to get in a quickie."
"No sex! Can't you magic this up to your room?"
"Yes."
"Then?"
"Alright. I will!" Draco said the magic word and the small duffel bag of Ron's disappeared to his room.
"Now, walk me to my class."
"Sure." Draco began to head out to the door. "You coming?"
"No. I'm going back to your room. I think I deserve a break. Plus, I couldn't bare the emotional load that is placed on me now." He sighed dramatically.
"You wanna fuck me, don't you?"
"You could say it a whole lot better. But yes."
"Then, let's go." Draco wrapped an arm around his lover's waist and led him to his room.
Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ for having some love for Harry!
THNX ~*Snowdrop*~ for using groovy! I haven't heard that in a while!
Thanks ~*Aloh Dark*~ *huggles* You are soooooo kewl! Thanks 4 UR reviews [and extra reviews] and for keeping up!
Thank you ~*cihbecca*~ of course I'll continue!
THNX ~*KC Matthews*~ I'm still thinking...you're writer's block is rubbing off! OH NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you ~*Andrea*~ you always seem to know how to cheer me up!
Thanks ~*Ken's Dark Angel*~ for reviewing and de-lurking yourself....in a sense!
So.....on with the reading! And also, the next chappie will be smut! YAYAYAYAY!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chpt 18
"Wow." Ron breathed as he stared about the room he was standing in.
"So, you like?"
"Yeah."
The room, Draco's exclusive room, was about the size of a normal dorm; beautiful hard wood floors lay clean and pristine. On the adjacent wall of the door, a huge marble-mantel fireplace jutted out of the wall, a 19th century map of the world hung over it. A deep blue, almost the color of the night-darkening sky, couch sat directly across from the fireplace, matching chairs on either side. A small collection of other portraits, paintings, sculptures and a few pieces of furniture were places elegantly about the room. Across from the small living area, the whole back part of the room was raised, with a four-step staircase leading to a beautiful sleigh bed. A large, posh dark forest green quilt lay, perfectly folded with an array of matching pillows on top. A door at the left lead to what Ron guessed was his own private bedroom.
"So-" As Draco turned around from closing to door, Ron threw his arms around Draco, a sob breaking from his throat.
"Ron," Draco sighed, soothing him, rubbing his back. It was awkward to Draco, it wasn't used to comfort. How would someone go about this? But, when Ron wrapped his arms around his waist, he figured he was doing something right. "Come here." He moved over to the couch.
Ron sniffled. "You need a better command."
"Why fix what isn't broke?" Draco draped himself of the couch, one leg on it, the other hanging off the side. This was so Ron could nestle between his legs comfortably. Ron sulked over to the couch, laid his head down on the Slytherin's chest, wrapped his arms under the boy's body and wept into his school vest.
"Ron. I knew I shouldn't have done it without clearing with you first, really, but you seemed so sure about being open about this." Draco apologized, running his fingers through soft red tresses.
"It's not your fault. It's not that. It's just that....I didn't think everyone would be so objective toward this. I could feel the disappointment, the anger, the betrayal radiating off of everyone. I just didn't know."
"Hun, I told you that they wouldn't handle it. It's just that I'm disappointed in myself for going about our outing so wrongly."
"Don't be." Ron slid up towards Draco, his prize in sight. And Draco graciously let him take it. The two pairs of lips touched, then again, every so often they would break apart, letting their owners gaze into the others eyes.
Draco loved they way Ron simple didn't care that his tears still ran their course, leaving behind a salty trail behind them. He took his index finger and tasted one. Deliciously true to the boy. Ron got up on both hands, hovering over Draco, making the boy beneath him happy with his decision in his type of lovers. He always liked height. Even a couple of inches, like Ron, provided the boys enough arm length to have a proper amount of space between them. And Ron was just right.
The kisses became one. The one became passion filled. A nip here, a lick there, soon tongues enter the equation.
"I have to go back to my dorm and get a few items so, I can move in."
"You're moving in?" A smirk quirked.
"For the time being. If you don't mind. I can't stay there until I know I have one friendly person to talk to."
"Sure."
"How did you do it? How come you're not too broken up about this whole thing? I know that those in Slytherin were none to happy to see you with me." Ron asked, head replaced on Draco's chest. He could hear heartbeats, the soft rustling of air coming in and out of his lungs.
"I don't care about those people. I care for no one here. I have no strings attached to a single body here except you. I always knew that I would never find a connection with these people. But you, you are the only one to see me like this. Caring, quiet, unsure of everything. You never know but if you stick with me long enough you might find the altruistic side of me."
"I hope so. Oh! I need to get my things for class."
"Let's not go. Stay here with me."
"We can't. They'll think that we feel bad. I won't let them think that."
"Fine. Come along." Draco waited until Ron was completely off of him when he went over to the fireplace, reached for his wand and taped the fourth brick to the left from the level of the mantel.
"Like Diagon Alley." Ron whispered as he stared in awe was the bricks separate, turning and relocating until they opened to the form of a small doorway. They led to a sudden staircase.
"They lead up through the castle, to every floor. The second flight of stairs, 2nd door to your right leads to Gryffindor."
"How-"
"I, too, know of the Marauders."
"Wow. Will you come along?"
"Whatever you want." Draco grabbed his satchel, and lead the way. "Don't worry about the door. It'll close up on its own."
So, Ron followed. Up winding stairs, a small window appeared every so often until Draco stopped abruptly. He began to closely examine the wall, looking for something specific. "I know I marked it.....Here it is! Come, you'll need to find this is you intend to use it."
Ron stepped up to the wall and looked at a brick that Draco pointed to. It seemed to look like all the others. "How will I find this?"
"Look closer."
So he did. And right next to his finger was the slightest inflection, if you didn't look for it, you'd never see it. A small slanted 'S' was chipped into it.
"If you can't find the 'S', it's usually the 6th or 7th brick from the floor, wherever you might be." He tapped the brink and a doorway appeared. A large red and gold tapestry hung in the doorway.
"Are all the doors obscured by tapestries?"
"Yes."
Ron moved the hanging out of his way, held it open for Draco to pass and headed towards the dorms. The door was placed next to the boys' bathroom, which was on a corridor itself. Ron turned the corner and headed to a door that was labeled "4th year boys' dormitory". He opened the door and there was his home. His temporary home that could no longer comfort him. He quickly headed to his bed, curtains opened.
//House elves must have been by// he mused as he went to his trunk, pulling out some pajamas, a pair of boxers, toothbrush and other toiletries.
Draco waltzed to the bed, sat down on it with a bounce. He observed his surroundings. "I hate red and gold."
"Excuse me?" Ron stood, hand on his hip.
"I like you, Red. But not with gold. Gold is so overused, so everyday. Silver, grey, now that's a color." Draco said. "So, you sleep in this bed?"
"Yeah."
"Where does Potter sleep?"
"Near the window." Ron answered absent-mindedly.
Draco secretly advanced toward Potter's bed, pulled back the sheets and spat on to the bed cover, then replaced the sheets.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." Draco rushed back over to his seat.
Ron rolled his eyes.
"I wanna fuck you in this thing." Draco commented as he ran his hand over the blanket.
"Not today."
"Can I kiss you on it?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm horny as fuck. You're dead sexy when you're upset. And I want to know that you fuck a dirty Slytherin in your bed in Gryffindor Tower."
"You kinky wanker." Ron laughed as he retrieved his school things. He went up to Draco and French kissed him. "That's all you're getting right now."
"That's fine by me. You ready yet?"
"Yup. So are you going to take my things?"
"Hell no."
"Why not? You can just carry my things until lunch."
"No way. I'll take your things so everyone will know that I'm keeping you."
"So, they already know about us."
"But what about the teachers. They'll get suspicious and won't let you come to my room."
"True."
"Plus, I was hoping to get in a quickie."
"No sex! Can't you magic this up to your room?"
"Yes."
"Then?"
"Alright. I will!" Draco said the magic word and the small duffel bag of Ron's disappeared to his room.
"Now, walk me to my class."
"Sure." Draco began to head out to the door. "You coming?"
"No. I'm going back to your room. I think I deserve a break. Plus, I couldn't bare the emotional load that is placed on me now." He sighed dramatically.
"You wanna fuck me, don't you?"
"You could say it a whole lot better. But yes."
"Then, let's go." Draco wrapped an arm around his lover's waist and led him to his room.