Harry's eyes boggled. His mouth dropped. He snapped the curtains around Ron's bed shut and quickly backed away. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and adjusted his glasses. Then he decided to do his morning ablutions at double quick time and to trot out to the library and stay there for the rest of the day except for meals and maybe even visit Hedwig. Let it never be said that Harry Potter did not know that there really are things he was not to stick his Gryffindor nose in.
Ron stretched, was hindered by a warm weight, remembered last night, and did not stop the smile spreading on his face. Draco was awake and watching him.
"Morning."
"Afternoon, actually."
Draco began to rub Ron's chest.
"Harry's stepped out. Possibly for the rest of the day."
"How do you know?"
"He tried, emphasis on tried, to wake you up. He had something of a surprise."
Draco smirked.
They decided to just feed on Chocolate Frogs for "breakfast" and stay in the dorm. Ron changed into the maroon silk boxers for their "breakfast".
"Feels funny. Ticklishy."
He squirmed.
"I should tell you that hate maroon."
"You do?"
"Yeah. But I can make an exception this time."
Ron didn't get to stay in the boxers for very long. They began to kiss again, Draco's fingers stroking downwards on Ron's back. He followed the waistband of the boxers around to the front and down, lightly tracing the moist spot he found. Ron inhaled sharply. He pulled back. Draco hooked his thumbs into the waistband.
"Shall I continue?"
Ron nodded and leaned back, lifting his hips to help as Draco pulled them down. Draco smiled that evil smile again, and Ron barely had time to register it when Draco's tongue snaked out and licked it from base to tip. He lingered there, his lips gently kissing and lapping at the precum, savoring the squeaking rasps of breath from Ron.
"Hmm… An acquired taste. Definitely. But there are obvious benefits to acquiring it, I'll say."
With that pronouncement, Draco ducked his head and proceeded to show Ron just how like his House symbol's tongue his own was. Ron was trembling, he'd never felt this good ever, and Merlin it was embarrassing the amount of noise he was making. Draco gave one last suck before withdrawing, grinning at Ron's look of profound disappointment. He took the time to take his own boxers off.
"Pop quiz, Ron. New vocabulary word. What was it again?"
"…Oh. Frottage."
"Right. Proceed."
Ron crawled on top and they began kissing despite the fact that Ron got the giggles.
"What are you laughing about?"
"It's true. Everyone is the same height lying down."
"You inane person, you."
"Shut up."
Draco snorted and then gasped when Ron began rocking their hips together in earnest.
"Shutting up. Very much shutting up."
"No, you're not. See?"
"Now you shut up! Ah!"
"Amazing. I'm all sweaty and I don't have my usual urge to have a bath."
"Fussy git."
Draco pinched Ron half-heartedly. Ron turned his head in question and found that despite Draco's comment, he looked pensive.
"What is it?"
Draco shook his head.
"Slytherin things."
"Tell me."
Draco ducked his head into Ron's chest.
"You are mine now. All mine."
He squeezed Ron's hand.
"I would kill for you. I feel it. But you don't understand. Do you?"
Ron's face took on a solemn expression, as he petted Draco's hair.
"Percy once told me that Weasleys are… are serially monogamous."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Draco shifted a little away from Ron and reached under the covers. Ron's brow crinkled when he didn't feel Draco's hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking."
"For what?"
Draco pushed the covers down. He drew his knees up and apart, his fingers gathering his scrotum up and aside.
"Look."
Ron moved and knelt between Draco's knees. He could see the crease of his buttocks, leading to the pink pucker of his anus. There was a shininess there, moistness. Ron's eyes flicked a question to Draco, who merely spread his legs wider and shifted his hips upward. Ron's hand barely touched Draco's thigh and traced downward, until one finger tentatively dipped into the waiting cleft. Draco's eyes closed. Ron's finger withdrew, and he rubbed it against his thumb. It was pearly and slick.
"What is this?"
"My own natural lubricant. Like a girl."
Ron nodded, a little numb with astonishment.
"How?"
Draco shrugged. Ron returned his finger and began a slow probing.
"Hurt?"
"No."
Ron, reassured, pushed his finger in further, until it disappeared completely. He could feel Draco gripping and releasing it. He worked another finger in and continued to move.
"This is so weird."
Draco didn't reply. His hips began to undulate on their own volition, a new erection rising. Draco began to pant again. Ron watched, fascinated, as each change he made, be it depth or speed, elicited soft and frantic cooing and exclamations, vowels that roiled and rolled in italics on Draco's buttery drawl. Draco's other hand suddenly gripped his and tightened. He was trying to pull him out. Ron pushed in more and Draco responded by trying to lift his hips further and away. He abruptly sat up, using both hands to pull Ron's hand out, and clasped him close and tight; his breathing still rapid and shallow.
"Unacceptable. I want more than mere fingers, Ron," he admonished. "How dare you try to make me orgasm otherwise."
"Oh. Guess that's why I have a cock, huh?"
Draco rolled his eyes and fell back into the bed, his legs sprawling apart. Ron wiped that condescending look from Draco's face rather quickly. He bolted forward and with a wriggle and a push, he was in. Draco didn't appreciate the suddenness of the proceedings and vengefully clenched on Ron's penis. That only made him moan in gratitude and push deeper in return.
"Take it easy!" Draco burst out.
Ron shook his head.
"Nope. Hang on. Enjoy the ride."
"You are going to be so sorry you- ah!"
Draco's legs were in a death grip around Ron's.
"Don't rush me!"
"Nah uh. You've given me a blowjob and I'm gonna even up the score."
Draco's protests soon became quite incoherent as Ron jounced him at a brisk rhythm. So they made love. It was honest. Simple. Unutterably precious. So much ardor and sweat and abandon. Draco didn't care that he was making the most ignoble sounds in time with Ron's pace. Ron's voice had taken on that ragged quality that burned and sizzled in intensity. And the scent! Deep and dusky like the sea at midnight, with a fog rolling in. Draco gulped it down, the smell of salt and musk, slippery and saturate, hot and sex. Oh, more! So hot, so hot, this could melt snow, this is winter, only it isn't cold- and that fine frisson forced its way, surged and flared through his neurons and he keened and thrashed, all of his body taut and trembling. He clutched Ron close as they both fainted into somnolence.
They managed to wake up and found Harry slumped into one of the chairs in the Common Room. He lifted his head and blearily rubbed his eyes. He noticed their clasped hands.
"Congrats. You two got together."
He yawned.
"Gaargh. I got a crick in my neck…"
"Sorry we kept you out of the dorm," Ron mumbled.
"No problem. You two can't continue doing this once the holidays are over, so I can sleep out a couple of…"
Harry snapped his mouth shut when he noticed Draco's stricken expression.
"Harry, you idiot! Remind us now, why don't you!"
"Sorry!"
Draco was dragging Ron back towards the dormitory.
"Hey! What are you-"
Draco shushed him with a kiss and without a backward glance, shut the door to the dorms behind them. Harry sighed.
"What was that spell that can turn chairs into sofas again?"
TBC