Nov.02: Before I even say hello, I gotta tell you all about my side story
that will not really be a side story but kinda will cuz it's a take-off of
th is story. I post it when this is done [the story] and it'll be called
'Take a Peek'...I think. It'll show little things that have happened like
more talks, next summer and next year and such. And I was thinking, since a
3-some kinda wouldn't work in this story cuz it's like a ΒΌ away from being
over so, in 'Take a Peek' I'll do it! Kay and to give you a little peek
now, as to where Ron and Draco are heading, the last story I'll be writing
with them will be called 'Divorce isn't Just.....' Isn't that sad? Oh well,
hey! Since I'll be spacing between with 'Peek' and writing the stories,
I'll refer to the newer chapters in 'Divorce'. That doesn't make sense...NE-
way, has anyone seen Draco, Harry and Ron? I think someone muse-napped
them!!!!!!!
Well, thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ the next chappie will be everyone else's reaction, so....it's coming!
THNX ~*Andrea*~ I'll read UR fic-y! What's is called?
Thanks ~*FuzMulder*~ I'm so happy you've decided to come on over to SS. Prince and Pauper Ship! I think that's what it's called...
Thank you ~*Snowdrop*~ All I have to say is....GROOVY!
Thanks ~*Ladybug*~ I understand about the age thing. I see them as like 16 but I've always wanted to see them during their 4th year.
I really wish the others were here. There is so much!
Ron: We are! We're by the couch!
Nov.02: *goes over to couch and sees them lying on the rug* Oh. LOLOLOL.
Draco: Anyway, thank you ~*Aloh Dark*~ I tend to have that effect on many people!
Thnx ~*Maleficent*~ We had a snow threat but no.
Thanks ~*Dana Malfoy*~ Be patient! R we related?
Thank you ~*gHoSt WriTTeR*~ good to know we remind you of your bf! I hope we/u last!
Harry: Thanks ~*lord Pink (kokomi's Ai*~ She is a good writer, isn't she? Now, if she would only put me somewhere's kewl.
Draco: 'Somewhere's' Stop hanging around that country bumpkin over there.
Nov.02: Shut up! Gawd! Why don't you go and suck my-
Draco: Already did last night.
Nov.02: *blush* Freak!
Ron: THNX ~*pearlgirl*~ good to see you finally caught up!
Thanks ~*KC Matthews*~ but you have now given Nov writer's block and she can't think about the next chapter. She's usually one chapter ahead but now, she's not.
And thank you ~*sexy-as-Ron* I am sexy, aren't I? But also no need to beg...yet.
Nov.02: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MALE/MALE ACTION! (finally) IT'S A LITTLE ROUGH (rough for sensitive Ron) BUT IT'S THERE.
Well, I'm going to watch Law and Order: SVU! Have fun!
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Chpt 19
Ron rolled over in bed; his arm hit nothing but bed. //Where the bloody hell is he?// he grumbled, sleep weighed heavy over his words, his actions. He cautiously opened his eyes, preparing for the light to blind him. Dumbledore had sent a note that was waiting for them when they returned to Draco's room. He said that he understood if they felt uncomfortable and unprepared in facing the general population. So, for today only, he had allowed them to stay in Draco's room and rest up. He even arranged for their lunch and dinner to be sent to them.
So, here was Ron, rolling out of bed, eyes still not open, groping around for something to put on. It was dinnertime, he suspected, and a chill had begun to filter throughout the castle. Luckily, the fire was already going. Ron grasped the nearest article of clothing, boxers, and slid them on.
"Hmm, silky." He smiled to himself. "Must be Drake's." He finally opened his eyes, a soft glow was flickering across the walls, casting the room in shadows. Dinner sitting on the table, two long white candles sat in beautiful Celtic-designed candleholders. Drake was such the romantic.
"Hey, sleepyhead." A voice called from somewhere n the room. A quick flash of silver glinted near the fire.
Ron walked over to the couch and kissed the top of his lover's head.
"I want these."
"What? You want what?" Ron came around the couch and sat down.
"These. I want them. They're comfy." The blonde boy tugged at the waistband of the cotton plaid boxers.
"No."
"What? You don't have anymore? I'll buy you some. But I want this one."
"I have more."
"Then-"
"No, you freak. That's weird. Really, really weird."
"Yeah, you're right. Let's eat, huh?" He walked to the table. "Where are you going?"
Ron was at the door he noticed earlier, hand on the knob. "I'm going to wash my hands."
"Why? I already know where your hands have been." A lazy smirk rested itself on Draco's pale lips.
Ron just shook his head; a smile of his own hung on his mouth. When he entered the bathroom, he was impressed, like he was with the rest of the design of Draco's room. The room had a white tile floor, white and black diamond shape tiled walls and a whirlpool tub tucked in corner, under a frosted-pane window. A shower, with three brass heads, to his left (A/N: And of course a toilet..but we already know this! LOL).
He went up to the porcelain sink but there was no soap. So, instinctively, he opened the medicine cabinet hoping that there would be a bar of soap in there. As he rummaged through his things, deodorant, cologne, toothpaste, a small bag of white pills fell out.
"What is this? Aspirin?"
"What's what?" Draco called as he approached the bathroom, to see what was the hold up. But the only thing he saw was Ron, holding a plastic baggie. "Where did you get those?" Draco snatched the bag, his whole demeanor changed, darken with anxiety and haste.
"What are those?"
"Muggle aspirin."
"Really? You use Muggle aspirin? Well, can I have one? I have a headache." Ron reached for the bag. But access was denied.
"No. This isn't regular aspirin. I'm allergic and the Muggles have a non- aspirin pill that can dull pain."
"I've never heard-"
"Well, that's what it is. Can we just go and eat?"
"Sure."
Whatever Draco's problem was, he needed to drop it. Like he cared that he used Muggle products. But that's the problem, he's a Malfoy who hates Muggles and half breeds.
They sat down, a slight tension developing between them.
"I'm sorry." Ron reached across the table and grabbed the refined hand. "I guess I should have known that-"
"Shh, it over." Draco placed a finger over Ron's mouth. The sudden silence brought a smile to both boys. Ron scooted his chair closer to Draco. Now, Draco sat at the head of the table while Ron sat next to the corner near his left.
"That looks good." Ron said as he began to maneuver his fork over to the other's plate. Though his fork, in turn, was stopped.
"No. That's cross-contamination. Here," Draco twirled some of his pasta around his fork. "Open." He softly commanded; Ron followed through.
He watched as Ron sat contently, trying to decipher if he and his taste buds like this or loved it. The candlelight played wicked games across freckles, milky skin, blaze-colored hair. The shadows, the twinkle of gold, blonde, amber winking, smiling in the light.
"Fire light suits you well." His voice dropped. So low, so laden with lascivious acts, wants, desires. It was quite hard for him to not pounce on Ron, show him why he was here, why he, Draco Malfoy, chose him.
Ron noticed this as well. The blatant sex in Draco's eyes. "Well damn." He cursed. Now how could he help him with that? He rose from his seat, making eye contact with the boy and stood to the side of Draco. "Up." He demanded.
And Draco did as he was told. Once again, Ron was in control. He could make Draco do what he wanted, when he wanted it and how; Draco would never protest. When the boy bided Ron's command, he kissed him. Plainly yet so filled with the hunger that was building up inside him, the two of them.
Draco pulled back a bit but Ron slipped a strong, fierce arm around his waist, where it rested at the small of his back. The Slytherin had nowhere to go, to get on his knees. So, he stood on the balls of his feet, drew Ron's lower lip into a sultry pout by grabbing the lobe of flesh with his teeth. With a gentle mixture of biting and nibbling, Draco received the appreciative moan from Ron, the involuntary thrust of his hips, his hardening cock. He quickly leaned forward, recapturing his lips. This was perfect, feeling the pulse of the blood flowing in this lip, right under his skin. He wanted to bite it, suck Ron's life force into his mouth, to truly understand of his desire. He found out once, during a fuck session with a nameless male whore twice his age, that biting was deliciously welcoming. The sudden flow of blood, life's rejuvenator, heated, filling the mouth was just too much for one person. It certainly was the man he was with. Couldn't stand the wonderful sight of his own blood.
The arm placed behind him slid down, past the small of his back, to the top of the waistband of his, Ron's own, boxers. Draco yielded to the unspoken request, freeing himself, and his erection, from the restraints of the fabric. He, then, proceeded to press his body against Ron's, to remind him that whenever he wanted, he was ready.
Ron continued his attack on Draco's mouth yet his arm gingerly smoothed out any tense muscles that was forming from the sexual tension. Just hold out a little longer. You'll get your release, he mused as he slid off his boxers, without Draco's knowing. As they pulled back, gasping for air, Ron slid a hand in between them. He rubbed his thumb over the dripping head of Draco's member, eliciting a groan and thrust forward.
"No," Ron scolded. He moved his cum-slicked thumb behind Draco, to his perfectly rounded behind, to the split that separated the two lobes. He swirled his thumb around the tight ring of muscle he so desperately wanted to covet. He dipped the digit inside, not fully but just enough to give him enough lube to slip inside.
Draco instinctively leaned back, hoping that Ron was going to dip fully inside him. This action caused Ron to move away.
"Silly boy." He sneered, pushing Draco against the table, turning him around. "You actually think you have any say this." He laughed, the sensuous reprimand came straight from his throat, rich, deep and low.
Ron used his knee to spread Draco's legs apart, wider, so he could have better access. Without so much as a warning, Ron completely sheathed himself, letting himself be fully taken in by Draco and his moans of pain- pleasure. A familiar rhythm of inward and outer plunging began to play. Draco, gripping the table by the edge. Ron had never been this forceful about their sexual happenings; he was always soft, gentle, loving and tender, but today, he was taking complete control, taking what he needed and he was all that mattered.
When Ron felt that they were ready, he quickened his paced, spread biting butterfly kiss across the expansion of the boy beneath his back. To see the creamy smooth kiss speckled with blotches of red, where he bite and sucked, was a rewarding scene indeed. Ron, then, thinking about Draco's pleasure, snaked a hand around to the front of his lover, making a tight fist around the slippery tip of his phallus. As Ron filled him, he'd moved the fist to the shaft, with each partial vacancy, he'd slid up and over the head. Thrust in, thrust out. No soft touches, no longing staring, just hardcore fucking. Ron's hand gripping onto Draco's shoulder, causing some minor bruising.
"Ron....right....shite." he mumbled incoherently, the boy taking the punishment.
"Who told you to speak?" roughed out the dominant one. His thrusts became more fervent, more needing, more dominating. Stroking, breathing.....plunging gave way to more hieing gestures as Draco climax, Ron to follow to boot.
Ron laid his heaving chest on the back of his love. "You okay?" he whispered as he pulled out. When he moved out of the way, Draco turned around, putting his arm around the worried looking boy. He leaned back on the table edge, drawing the red head over with him.
"That was amazing." He smiled, making Ron stand between his legs, foreheads leaned on the other.
"You sure? Merlin! Why are you such a freak? I don't like being so rough, it just doesn't seem right."
"By the way you commanded, demanded, bit and fucked, I'd thought otherwise. This is so we just to run into a monotony of things. Ruins a lot of relationships." He whispered, kissing Ron's nose lightly.
"I think I bruised you." He whispered back, gingerly touching the shoulder he was recently latched on to.
"So," Draco looked over his shoulder, noticing that dessert had magicked itself onto their table. "Dessert?" he smirked, dipping a finger into the whipped topping, sucking on the covered finger.
"Only if we do it my way."
"Fine."
Ron gravitated towards Draco's lips. "I love you." He sighed as his lips touched the others, caressing them. The kiss quickly deepened as the passion between the two enemies increased. Draco trailed his kisses to the junction at Ron's shoulder and neck.
Ron pulled away, leading them to the bed, fingers intertwined. Ron gently stroked his cheek, such ardent emotions swirling in his eyes. "Make love to me."
"Anything your heart desires."
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An official bird of Hogwarts was perched on the back of Lucius's chair for his writing desk. He disdainfully took its burden, grateful to see a carrier of Dumbledore's leave. It didn't look like a Hogwarts letter. In actuality, it was a plain letter, poorly written.
// Mr. Malfoy,
Please come quick. Draco has lost sight of his future. // Was all it said.
"Looks like I have to remind him of his purpose."
Well, thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ the next chappie will be everyone else's reaction, so....it's coming!
THNX ~*Andrea*~ I'll read UR fic-y! What's is called?
Thanks ~*FuzMulder*~ I'm so happy you've decided to come on over to SS. Prince and Pauper Ship! I think that's what it's called...
Thank you ~*Snowdrop*~ All I have to say is....GROOVY!
Thanks ~*Ladybug*~ I understand about the age thing. I see them as like 16 but I've always wanted to see them during their 4th year.
I really wish the others were here. There is so much!
Ron: We are! We're by the couch!
Nov.02: *goes over to couch and sees them lying on the rug* Oh. LOLOLOL.
Draco: Anyway, thank you ~*Aloh Dark*~ I tend to have that effect on many people!
Thnx ~*Maleficent*~ We had a snow threat but no.
Thanks ~*Dana Malfoy*~ Be patient! R we related?
Thank you ~*gHoSt WriTTeR*~ good to know we remind you of your bf! I hope we/u last!
Harry: Thanks ~*lord Pink (kokomi's Ai*~ She is a good writer, isn't she? Now, if she would only put me somewhere's kewl.
Draco: 'Somewhere's' Stop hanging around that country bumpkin over there.
Nov.02: Shut up! Gawd! Why don't you go and suck my-
Draco: Already did last night.
Nov.02: *blush* Freak!
Ron: THNX ~*pearlgirl*~ good to see you finally caught up!
Thanks ~*KC Matthews*~ but you have now given Nov writer's block and she can't think about the next chapter. She's usually one chapter ahead but now, she's not.
And thank you ~*sexy-as-Ron* I am sexy, aren't I? But also no need to beg...yet.
Nov.02: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MALE/MALE ACTION! (finally) IT'S A LITTLE ROUGH (rough for sensitive Ron) BUT IT'S THERE.
Well, I'm going to watch Law and Order: SVU! Have fun!
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Chpt 19
Ron rolled over in bed; his arm hit nothing but bed. //Where the bloody hell is he?// he grumbled, sleep weighed heavy over his words, his actions. He cautiously opened his eyes, preparing for the light to blind him. Dumbledore had sent a note that was waiting for them when they returned to Draco's room. He said that he understood if they felt uncomfortable and unprepared in facing the general population. So, for today only, he had allowed them to stay in Draco's room and rest up. He even arranged for their lunch and dinner to be sent to them.
So, here was Ron, rolling out of bed, eyes still not open, groping around for something to put on. It was dinnertime, he suspected, and a chill had begun to filter throughout the castle. Luckily, the fire was already going. Ron grasped the nearest article of clothing, boxers, and slid them on.
"Hmm, silky." He smiled to himself. "Must be Drake's." He finally opened his eyes, a soft glow was flickering across the walls, casting the room in shadows. Dinner sitting on the table, two long white candles sat in beautiful Celtic-designed candleholders. Drake was such the romantic.
"Hey, sleepyhead." A voice called from somewhere n the room. A quick flash of silver glinted near the fire.
Ron walked over to the couch and kissed the top of his lover's head.
"I want these."
"What? You want what?" Ron came around the couch and sat down.
"These. I want them. They're comfy." The blonde boy tugged at the waistband of the cotton plaid boxers.
"No."
"What? You don't have anymore? I'll buy you some. But I want this one."
"I have more."
"Then-"
"No, you freak. That's weird. Really, really weird."
"Yeah, you're right. Let's eat, huh?" He walked to the table. "Where are you going?"
Ron was at the door he noticed earlier, hand on the knob. "I'm going to wash my hands."
"Why? I already know where your hands have been." A lazy smirk rested itself on Draco's pale lips.
Ron just shook his head; a smile of his own hung on his mouth. When he entered the bathroom, he was impressed, like he was with the rest of the design of Draco's room. The room had a white tile floor, white and black diamond shape tiled walls and a whirlpool tub tucked in corner, under a frosted-pane window. A shower, with three brass heads, to his left (A/N: And of course a toilet..but we already know this! LOL).
He went up to the porcelain sink but there was no soap. So, instinctively, he opened the medicine cabinet hoping that there would be a bar of soap in there. As he rummaged through his things, deodorant, cologne, toothpaste, a small bag of white pills fell out.
"What is this? Aspirin?"
"What's what?" Draco called as he approached the bathroom, to see what was the hold up. But the only thing he saw was Ron, holding a plastic baggie. "Where did you get those?" Draco snatched the bag, his whole demeanor changed, darken with anxiety and haste.
"What are those?"
"Muggle aspirin."
"Really? You use Muggle aspirin? Well, can I have one? I have a headache." Ron reached for the bag. But access was denied.
"No. This isn't regular aspirin. I'm allergic and the Muggles have a non- aspirin pill that can dull pain."
"I've never heard-"
"Well, that's what it is. Can we just go and eat?"
"Sure."
Whatever Draco's problem was, he needed to drop it. Like he cared that he used Muggle products. But that's the problem, he's a Malfoy who hates Muggles and half breeds.
They sat down, a slight tension developing between them.
"I'm sorry." Ron reached across the table and grabbed the refined hand. "I guess I should have known that-"
"Shh, it over." Draco placed a finger over Ron's mouth. The sudden silence brought a smile to both boys. Ron scooted his chair closer to Draco. Now, Draco sat at the head of the table while Ron sat next to the corner near his left.
"That looks good." Ron said as he began to maneuver his fork over to the other's plate. Though his fork, in turn, was stopped.
"No. That's cross-contamination. Here," Draco twirled some of his pasta around his fork. "Open." He softly commanded; Ron followed through.
He watched as Ron sat contently, trying to decipher if he and his taste buds like this or loved it. The candlelight played wicked games across freckles, milky skin, blaze-colored hair. The shadows, the twinkle of gold, blonde, amber winking, smiling in the light.
"Fire light suits you well." His voice dropped. So low, so laden with lascivious acts, wants, desires. It was quite hard for him to not pounce on Ron, show him why he was here, why he, Draco Malfoy, chose him.
Ron noticed this as well. The blatant sex in Draco's eyes. "Well damn." He cursed. Now how could he help him with that? He rose from his seat, making eye contact with the boy and stood to the side of Draco. "Up." He demanded.
And Draco did as he was told. Once again, Ron was in control. He could make Draco do what he wanted, when he wanted it and how; Draco would never protest. When the boy bided Ron's command, he kissed him. Plainly yet so filled with the hunger that was building up inside him, the two of them.
Draco pulled back a bit but Ron slipped a strong, fierce arm around his waist, where it rested at the small of his back. The Slytherin had nowhere to go, to get on his knees. So, he stood on the balls of his feet, drew Ron's lower lip into a sultry pout by grabbing the lobe of flesh with his teeth. With a gentle mixture of biting and nibbling, Draco received the appreciative moan from Ron, the involuntary thrust of his hips, his hardening cock. He quickly leaned forward, recapturing his lips. This was perfect, feeling the pulse of the blood flowing in this lip, right under his skin. He wanted to bite it, suck Ron's life force into his mouth, to truly understand of his desire. He found out once, during a fuck session with a nameless male whore twice his age, that biting was deliciously welcoming. The sudden flow of blood, life's rejuvenator, heated, filling the mouth was just too much for one person. It certainly was the man he was with. Couldn't stand the wonderful sight of his own blood.
The arm placed behind him slid down, past the small of his back, to the top of the waistband of his, Ron's own, boxers. Draco yielded to the unspoken request, freeing himself, and his erection, from the restraints of the fabric. He, then, proceeded to press his body against Ron's, to remind him that whenever he wanted, he was ready.
Ron continued his attack on Draco's mouth yet his arm gingerly smoothed out any tense muscles that was forming from the sexual tension. Just hold out a little longer. You'll get your release, he mused as he slid off his boxers, without Draco's knowing. As they pulled back, gasping for air, Ron slid a hand in between them. He rubbed his thumb over the dripping head of Draco's member, eliciting a groan and thrust forward.
"No," Ron scolded. He moved his cum-slicked thumb behind Draco, to his perfectly rounded behind, to the split that separated the two lobes. He swirled his thumb around the tight ring of muscle he so desperately wanted to covet. He dipped the digit inside, not fully but just enough to give him enough lube to slip inside.
Draco instinctively leaned back, hoping that Ron was going to dip fully inside him. This action caused Ron to move away.
"Silly boy." He sneered, pushing Draco against the table, turning him around. "You actually think you have any say this." He laughed, the sensuous reprimand came straight from his throat, rich, deep and low.
Ron used his knee to spread Draco's legs apart, wider, so he could have better access. Without so much as a warning, Ron completely sheathed himself, letting himself be fully taken in by Draco and his moans of pain- pleasure. A familiar rhythm of inward and outer plunging began to play. Draco, gripping the table by the edge. Ron had never been this forceful about their sexual happenings; he was always soft, gentle, loving and tender, but today, he was taking complete control, taking what he needed and he was all that mattered.
When Ron felt that they were ready, he quickened his paced, spread biting butterfly kiss across the expansion of the boy beneath his back. To see the creamy smooth kiss speckled with blotches of red, where he bite and sucked, was a rewarding scene indeed. Ron, then, thinking about Draco's pleasure, snaked a hand around to the front of his lover, making a tight fist around the slippery tip of his phallus. As Ron filled him, he'd moved the fist to the shaft, with each partial vacancy, he'd slid up and over the head. Thrust in, thrust out. No soft touches, no longing staring, just hardcore fucking. Ron's hand gripping onto Draco's shoulder, causing some minor bruising.
"Ron....right....shite." he mumbled incoherently, the boy taking the punishment.
"Who told you to speak?" roughed out the dominant one. His thrusts became more fervent, more needing, more dominating. Stroking, breathing.....plunging gave way to more hieing gestures as Draco climax, Ron to follow to boot.
Ron laid his heaving chest on the back of his love. "You okay?" he whispered as he pulled out. When he moved out of the way, Draco turned around, putting his arm around the worried looking boy. He leaned back on the table edge, drawing the red head over with him.
"That was amazing." He smiled, making Ron stand between his legs, foreheads leaned on the other.
"You sure? Merlin! Why are you such a freak? I don't like being so rough, it just doesn't seem right."
"By the way you commanded, demanded, bit and fucked, I'd thought otherwise. This is so we just to run into a monotony of things. Ruins a lot of relationships." He whispered, kissing Ron's nose lightly.
"I think I bruised you." He whispered back, gingerly touching the shoulder he was recently latched on to.
"So," Draco looked over his shoulder, noticing that dessert had magicked itself onto their table. "Dessert?" he smirked, dipping a finger into the whipped topping, sucking on the covered finger.
"Only if we do it my way."
"Fine."
Ron gravitated towards Draco's lips. "I love you." He sighed as his lips touched the others, caressing them. The kiss quickly deepened as the passion between the two enemies increased. Draco trailed his kisses to the junction at Ron's shoulder and neck.
Ron pulled away, leading them to the bed, fingers intertwined. Ron gently stroked his cheek, such ardent emotions swirling in his eyes. "Make love to me."
"Anything your heart desires."
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An official bird of Hogwarts was perched on the back of Lucius's chair for his writing desk. He disdainfully took its burden, grateful to see a carrier of Dumbledore's leave. It didn't look like a Hogwarts letter. In actuality, it was a plain letter, poorly written.
// Mr. Malfoy,
Please come quick. Draco has lost sight of his future. // Was all it said.
"Looks like I have to remind him of his purpose."