"Tease me, Ron Weasley, and I tease you back."
Ron's lip curled.
"It's what we've always done. Of course, now, it's different, isn't it?"
Draco's fingers trailed down Ron's sternum, and paused just above his bellybutton. Draco's smile grew smugger as Ron's torso twitched and arched for more contact. Draco's pheromones adjusted and Ron moaned. Draco backed off. He stripped, casually aware that Ron was watching his every move. Draco sat on the couch, and leaned back, spreading his legs.
"Because now, Ron. You are listening, aren't you? Yes, you are. Good. Now, I don't intend to just tease. Obviously."
Draco's thumb was sliding in slow circles around his glans, smoothing precum into the growing flush of his arousal. A violent rattle from Ron's chains and Draco's smile became anticipatory.
"The chains will discorporate in approximately two minutes."
Ron snarl became a whine.
"Yes, you are angry, aren't you? Going to get what's coming to me, aren't I? Yes, going to kill the naughty, nasty, teasing Slytherin aren't you? Yes?"
One last surge of pheromones and Ron yelled, the gag already discorporated. The chains shimmered and vanished, and he hurtled forward. His hands closed perilously around Draco's throat, as if the first thing he really wanted to do was to throttle him. As it was, he was doing a clear job of cutting off Draco's airflow with his kiss, which would leave marks afterwards. Draco's submission didn't appease Ron, who let go and jerked Draco's knees up and further apart. Draco yowled as Ron made his first thrust.
"No mercy!" he exulted. "Harder!"
Another sweep of pheromones and Ron lost all conscience.
"Don't ever do that again."
Draco pouted.
"I don't appreciate your implication that I can't take whatever you can do to me, Ron."
"I don't like hurting you. I mean, you've got bruises on your neck."
Draco shrugged.
"So?"
"Draco, I won't do that to you."
"Why not? I want you to."
"So I just have to obey, is that it?"
Draco frowned.
"I've got my pheromones under control. Quit being such a worrywart."
"But you don't have me under control, I'm not in any control, I could've hurt you! Don't you get it? Or am I supposed to just shut up and bugger you? Is that it? I'm just a convenient toy to play with aren't I?"
"Ron-"
"Forget it. You are just using me like you've always used everyone, even Harry."
Ron stood up and left the room. The door slammed.
"Damn Veela."
"Ron? What's the matter?"
Harry closed his Charms text. Those were the first words Ron had said in a long time. He was sitting in a corner in the Common Room, untouched by the friendly chaos of the Gryffindors.
"Do you want me to get Hermione?"
Ron bit his lip.
"Yeah, I think we all need to talk. I'm all…"
Ron sighed.
"This sucks."
They decided to go into the kitchens. Hermione sat down and got straight to the point.
"What's wrong between Draco and you?"
Ron began a slow flush.
"Personal stuff."
Hermione nodded and allowed Ron to work up the necessary courage to tell them.
"It's his pheromones. We can't get together all the time. And he gets impatient."
Ron was glad that both Harry and Hermione kept their serious expressions. It was really embarrassing.
"I don't mind when he sometimes hits me with some, you see? It's just him showing me that he wants me. And… I show him I want him too. But this time it was really different. You remember that one time with Draco, Harry? Where you thinking?"
Harry shook his head.
"Just hot and horny. Took me by surprise."
"Yeah. Like that. But was it really strong? Like if you… didn't have sex right then, you could've gotten really violent?"
Harry shook his head.
"Ron, I think you should tell us what happened," Hermione squeezed his hand.
"Okay. He…" Ron reddened. "Tied me up."
"Kinky."
"Harry!" Hermione glowered.
"It's okay. So, I couldn't get at him. And he just kept on hitting me with his pheromones again and again, and I just… lost it. When he finally let me loose… He's got bruises now."
Hermione gasped. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Ron, it's not your fault. No matter what, it's his pheromones. I read that Veela magic is completely overwhelming-"
"That's not it."
"Then what is?"
"I know about how I can't control myself. I told him, and he won't listen to me. He'll go on doing whatever he wants. He made me hurt him! I'm scared that if it goes too far, it won't be just some bruises! I just feel totally out of control, not just when he hits me with that stuff. He can have whatever he wants from me. And I can't stop it."
Hermione's expression was just this side of Crusading for Justice.
"Ron. Draco Malfoy is a selfish, conceited, inhuman slimeball. He's obviously ignoring what makes you uncomfortable and your opinions. This relationship should stop now. He doesn't have your best interests at heart."
Ron's eyes widened.
"Besides, I assumed that the two of you would have a falling out by now, it's inevitable, isn't it? You two have never gotten along. It's only him being in lust with you. And you certainly don't need to be tied to somebody so shallow and inconsiderate."
Harry chose this moment to cut in.
"You aren't taking into account that Draco's never been close to anyone before. So he's made a mistake. Mistakes happen. Remember me and Cho?"
"Harry, that's different."
"How? I don't understand girls. But I like girls. Draco doesn't get Ron. But he likes Ron."
"He said he loved me," Ron muttered.
"Okay. He loves him. See?"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Forgive me for being just a bit pessimistic, but boys will say anything to get some sex."
She sighed at their scandalized expressions.
"And after, too. I hear that the afterglow can do some wonky things to a bloke's speech muscles."
"Hermione-"
"That's not fair!"
"I have it from an authority."
Ron scoffed.
"Girls talk," Hermione asserted.
"So who is this authority?"
"I will not reveal more than is necessary. Suffice to say, I think Draco is human enough to say it, but inhuman enough, or just plain male enough, to not think about whether he means it."
"But he does feel something for Ron, right, Ron?"
"You heard what Hermione said."
"But she doesn't know about how much Draco really feels. I do. I've had to be massaged by him and listen to him talk and go on and on about you. This isn't just some game, he wouldn't go through all that trouble. He's already risked his neck with his father over you."
"I know."
"Then what do you suggest, Harry? I think Ron shouldn't continue with this. Obviously, if Draco really loved him, he'd listen."
"I don't know. But I think Draco should get another chance. I mean, he shouldn't just walk all over Ron like that."
Harry adjusted his glasses.
"Maybe there are some books on kinks? Draco could use some help-"
"Harry!"
"I'm not going to be his sexual counselor!"
"Okay! Sorry!"
They sat, staring at each other, and then burst into giggles.
"Okay. Okay. Let's be serious here," Hermione managed.
They outlined a plan of action for Ron, even though sporadic giggles erupted. Ron missed this; he missed just talking with Harry and Hermione.
The next morning, Draco risked catching Ron's eye and smiling at him. Ron didn't smile back. And he felt afraid. He would feel more secure, more sure of what to do if Ron scowled at him, made a rude gesture or called him names. That was how Ron always acted when he was upset at him. But this blank look and then turning away was alien. It was cold. He looked at Hermione and Harry. Harry just shrugged minutely before returning to his breakfast and Hermione had that Mother Hen, Just Look What You Did You Nasty Boy look on her face. Draco did not like how this was going at all. In retrospect, perhaps he did push Ron a bit too far. Ha. Understatement of the year. He played a Slytherin game on a Gryffindor, of course Ron was going to shy away.
The next couple of days were a tense dance, as Draco tried to figure out what was going on in Ron's head. Harry told him to just get it over with and talk to Ron. Well, how was he supposed to do that, when Ron wasn't talking to him? And then there was that niggling worry in the back of his mind. What if that talk became the Very Last Talk? The dreaded I Don't Think This Will Work Talk? Draco couldn't bear the thought that Ron would do that to him. So he brooded and watched.
TBC