A/N: mini-smut. not really that much, not as much as I'd like, but too much wouldn't work with the story (but, dammit, i'm gonna have to write a nice, slow and long R/D smut piece after this, lol)
and, dang, i never knew i could go from dry-humping to serious conversations, but i did it! O.O i fear my muse.
____________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Ten______________
Draco knew that he was a bit over his own head, not that he would admit it, when he heard the moan comming from what looked like a broom closet. Naturally, being raised with the idea that you are the ruler of all, Draco had to take a peek. It might be the thing he had come to save, after all.
Now, let Draco say now that he is not a peeping tom. He doesn't take it upon himself to watch other people getting frisky... Much anyway. But, when you see the red-haired boy from lastnights erotic dream being pressed against the wall with his pants unzipped, one does not complain. So, Draco fought back the need to throw his half-eaten blueberry muffin at Blaise Zabini's descending head, and sat back to watch the show.
Ron was veiwing all this in a very dazed way. He couldn't remember how he got into the closet, only that Blaise knew how to do things with his tongue that should be illegal. He was faintly aware of his robe and shirt being practically ripped off. A tongue, that devilish tongue, was grazing his neck and he couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. He could feel Blaise unzipping his pants, then the boy's hands traveled under his shirt to stroke his stomach.
Ron quickly grabbed Blaise's head and pulled his lips to his own. Blaise immediately slipped his tongue between Ron's lips. Ron let out another moan as Blaise pressed his body against Ron's. Being nearly the same height, their erections touched through cloth. Ron arched forward, causing more friction in the perfect spot. Blaise growled into his mouth, nibbling on Ron's lower lip.
Draco continued to watch these events with wide eyes, gripping his muffin tightly. Both boys were now rocking their hips aginst each others and groaning. Blaise dove in to kiss Ron again and Draco was oddly aware of anger boiling in his mind. He quickly shook his head and continued to watch, trying not to think about Ron. The two were getting nearly violent in their thrusts, and Draco knew that they were about to come.
Draco was frowning as Blaise bit down on Ron's shoulder to muffle his moan. Ron wasn't so shy, and his moan was probably load enough to hear three floors up. What he was moaning was more of a concern to Draco than the fact that the show was over. Blaises head had jerked up and the Slytherin stepped away from the Gryffindor, gapping.
"I knew it!" Blaise exclaimed, his voice still husky from their sexual activity. Ron was just staring at him, eyes wide. Blaise looked him up and down, then sneered. "Well, well, well. Wait untill this gets out. I didn't know you were really smitten withthe Malfoy brat."
Draco fumed. Brat? Gripping his muffin, Draco did the only thing he could think of. He threw open the closet door and chucked the muffin at Blaise's head.
"Oi!" Blaise yelled as bits of blueberry stuck to his dark hair. He glared at the pregnant blonde, while Ron just gapped at the two of them. Blaise narrowed his eyes and stepped towards Draco. "What do you think your doing, Malfoy?"
"Defending what's mine." Draco said before he could stop himself.
"Yours?" Blaise asked, amused. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in a sad manor. "Believe what you want, Malfoy."
"Y-yours?" Ron stuttered, as Blaise pushed Draco out of the way and left. Draco shifted, eyes on the ground and a single hand resting on his plump stomach. Ron cleared his throat and repeated himself, a little louder. "Yours?"
"Don't patronize me Weasley." Draco muttered. He turned to leave, but Ron reached out and caught his arm.
"I'm not. I just wanted to clarify that." Ron explained. He sighed, looking at where his hand met Draco's arm. "All I want is the truth, Malfoy, you know that. Tell me before I get too involved."
"You wouldn't understand." Draco told him, glance his way.
"Try me."
"No." Draco replied through gritted teeth.
"Yes, do it." Ron ordered. Draco let out an angry growl, jerking his arm away. He glared at the red head a moment before swirling around and stalking away. Ron let out a long, pitiful sigh. Things were not going his way. Frowning, he looked down at himself, immediately letting out a frustrated groan. He zipped up his jeans and wrapped his robes around himself, hoping it camaflouged the wet spot on the front of his trousers.
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Harry, once again, was determined to get Ron to forgive him. This time he planned it well. He made sure the other Gryffindors were gone, especially Seamus. This would allow Ron and him to talk. He would explain that Seamus had overheard that he was gay. Hopefully, by the end of the day he would have his best friend back.
When Ron entered the common room looking a bit upset and confused, Harry cursed his bad luck. Still, it was worth a shot. So, he stood and opened his mouth to speak. Ron ignored him and rushed up to the dorms. Harry stood there a moment, contemplating whether he should follow. Thankfully, by the time he decided yes, Ron had already changed his clothes and was sitting calmly on his bed... Well, as calm as he could be today.
"Ron?" Harry asked, peeking into the dorm room. Ron let out an anguished sigh in response. "Uh, can we talk?"
"Must we?" Ron asked. Harry bit his lip, but straightened his back with resolve. Ron sighed once more. "Fine. Come on over here, unless your afraid I'm gonna hit on you."
"Ron, I'm really sorry about that." Harry said in a pleading tone.
"Are you?" Ron asked.
"Don't patronize me! Of course I am!"
"Why does everyone think I'm patronizing them?" Ron murmered. He raised his voice. "Look, Harry. I can forgive you I suppose... Just tell me exactly what you want forgiveness of."
"Your kidding." Harry replied.
"Nope."
"Damn." Harry said under his breath. He sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for just assuming you were in love with me. Merlin only knows I don't need that, and neither do you come to think of it." Ron covered half his face in exasperation. "And I'm also sorry about Seamus. But the truth is that he overheard a conversation between me and Hermione. He jumped to conclusions. But don't worry about him, I took care of it."
"And why is Hermione ignoring you?" Ron asked, though he knew the reason.
"Well... It turns out that I'm a male-chovonist pig, or something of the sort. Basically, I got all big headed and she didn't like it." Harry shrugged. " But, seriously, I am sorry."
"Yeah, okay." Ron gave Harry a half smile. "I forgive you. Just watch your mouth from now on."
"Yes, sir." Harry replied.
and, dang, i never knew i could go from dry-humping to serious conversations, but i did it! O.O i fear my muse.
____________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Ten______________
Draco knew that he was a bit over his own head, not that he would admit it, when he heard the moan comming from what looked like a broom closet. Naturally, being raised with the idea that you are the ruler of all, Draco had to take a peek. It might be the thing he had come to save, after all.
Now, let Draco say now that he is not a peeping tom. He doesn't take it upon himself to watch other people getting frisky... Much anyway. But, when you see the red-haired boy from lastnights erotic dream being pressed against the wall with his pants unzipped, one does not complain. So, Draco fought back the need to throw his half-eaten blueberry muffin at Blaise Zabini's descending head, and sat back to watch the show.
Ron was veiwing all this in a very dazed way. He couldn't remember how he got into the closet, only that Blaise knew how to do things with his tongue that should be illegal. He was faintly aware of his robe and shirt being practically ripped off. A tongue, that devilish tongue, was grazing his neck and he couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. He could feel Blaise unzipping his pants, then the boy's hands traveled under his shirt to stroke his stomach.
Ron quickly grabbed Blaise's head and pulled his lips to his own. Blaise immediately slipped his tongue between Ron's lips. Ron let out another moan as Blaise pressed his body against Ron's. Being nearly the same height, their erections touched through cloth. Ron arched forward, causing more friction in the perfect spot. Blaise growled into his mouth, nibbling on Ron's lower lip.
Draco continued to watch these events with wide eyes, gripping his muffin tightly. Both boys were now rocking their hips aginst each others and groaning. Blaise dove in to kiss Ron again and Draco was oddly aware of anger boiling in his mind. He quickly shook his head and continued to watch, trying not to think about Ron. The two were getting nearly violent in their thrusts, and Draco knew that they were about to come.
Draco was frowning as Blaise bit down on Ron's shoulder to muffle his moan. Ron wasn't so shy, and his moan was probably load enough to hear three floors up. What he was moaning was more of a concern to Draco than the fact that the show was over. Blaises head had jerked up and the Slytherin stepped away from the Gryffindor, gapping.
"I knew it!" Blaise exclaimed, his voice still husky from their sexual activity. Ron was just staring at him, eyes wide. Blaise looked him up and down, then sneered. "Well, well, well. Wait untill this gets out. I didn't know you were really smitten withthe Malfoy brat."
Draco fumed. Brat? Gripping his muffin, Draco did the only thing he could think of. He threw open the closet door and chucked the muffin at Blaise's head.
"Oi!" Blaise yelled as bits of blueberry stuck to his dark hair. He glared at the pregnant blonde, while Ron just gapped at the two of them. Blaise narrowed his eyes and stepped towards Draco. "What do you think your doing, Malfoy?"
"Defending what's mine." Draco said before he could stop himself.
"Yours?" Blaise asked, amused. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in a sad manor. "Believe what you want, Malfoy."
"Y-yours?" Ron stuttered, as Blaise pushed Draco out of the way and left. Draco shifted, eyes on the ground and a single hand resting on his plump stomach. Ron cleared his throat and repeated himself, a little louder. "Yours?"
"Don't patronize me Weasley." Draco muttered. He turned to leave, but Ron reached out and caught his arm.
"I'm not. I just wanted to clarify that." Ron explained. He sighed, looking at where his hand met Draco's arm. "All I want is the truth, Malfoy, you know that. Tell me before I get too involved."
"You wouldn't understand." Draco told him, glance his way.
"Try me."
"No." Draco replied through gritted teeth.
"Yes, do it." Ron ordered. Draco let out an angry growl, jerking his arm away. He glared at the red head a moment before swirling around and stalking away. Ron let out a long, pitiful sigh. Things were not going his way. Frowning, he looked down at himself, immediately letting out a frustrated groan. He zipped up his jeans and wrapped his robes around himself, hoping it camaflouged the wet spot on the front of his trousers.
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Harry, once again, was determined to get Ron to forgive him. This time he planned it well. He made sure the other Gryffindors were gone, especially Seamus. This would allow Ron and him to talk. He would explain that Seamus had overheard that he was gay. Hopefully, by the end of the day he would have his best friend back.
When Ron entered the common room looking a bit upset and confused, Harry cursed his bad luck. Still, it was worth a shot. So, he stood and opened his mouth to speak. Ron ignored him and rushed up to the dorms. Harry stood there a moment, contemplating whether he should follow. Thankfully, by the time he decided yes, Ron had already changed his clothes and was sitting calmly on his bed... Well, as calm as he could be today.
"Ron?" Harry asked, peeking into the dorm room. Ron let out an anguished sigh in response. "Uh, can we talk?"
"Must we?" Ron asked. Harry bit his lip, but straightened his back with resolve. Ron sighed once more. "Fine. Come on over here, unless your afraid I'm gonna hit on you."
"Ron, I'm really sorry about that." Harry said in a pleading tone.
"Are you?" Ron asked.
"Don't patronize me! Of course I am!"
"Why does everyone think I'm patronizing them?" Ron murmered. He raised his voice. "Look, Harry. I can forgive you I suppose... Just tell me exactly what you want forgiveness of."
"Your kidding." Harry replied.
"Nope."
"Damn." Harry said under his breath. He sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for just assuming you were in love with me. Merlin only knows I don't need that, and neither do you come to think of it." Ron covered half his face in exasperation. "And I'm also sorry about Seamus. But the truth is that he overheard a conversation between me and Hermione. He jumped to conclusions. But don't worry about him, I took care of it."
"And why is Hermione ignoring you?" Ron asked, though he knew the reason.
"Well... It turns out that I'm a male-chovonist pig, or something of the sort. Basically, I got all big headed and she didn't like it." Harry shrugged. " But, seriously, I am sorry."
"Yeah, okay." Ron gave Harry a half smile. "I forgive you. Just watch your mouth from now on."
"Yes, sir." Harry replied.