Chapter 6
Draco opened the door and together they entered the Head Boy room. It was huge compared to the small boys' dormitories Ron was used to. "Wow!" Ron exclaimed. "Is this your room?"
Draco smiled at the look on Ron's face. "Yep, it's pretty good init?"
"Hell yeah!" Ron said. "I can't believe you get to sleep in this room all by yourself. I have to sleep in a tiny room and with four other people."
"Yeah, well." Draco sighed. "I'll show you around."
Draco showed Ron his huge wardrobe and all his things. Ron was amazed, just what was in this room would be worth more than everything he owned.
"This is so not fair." Ron said in a mock hurt voice. "You get everything."
"Well...you can stay here if you want." Draco said.
Ron looked at his watch. "Thanks for the offer Draco, but I promised Hermione I would study with her."
"It's nearly two o'clock in the morning. Do you really think she will want to study now?" Draco said.
"Well...you'd be surprised."
"Come on stay." Draco begged. "Granger can study with Potter if she really wants. Anyway you don't want to study do you?"
"Nah, not really, I just said I would to get her off my back. Harry and Hermione both questioned me when I left, I had to tell them I wasn't feeling well and had to go the hospital wing." Said Ron.
"And what if they go looking for you?" Draco asked.
"I really think I should be getting back or they will come looking for me."
"Please don't leave." Draco said, a look of pleading in his eyes. "I need you."
Ron looked at Draco. "I'm really sorry Draco," said Ron, "but you don't want Harry and Hermione bursting in on us do you?"
The disappointment that splayed on Draco's face was evident. "You're right." He answered. "I don't want them knowing about us, just yet."
They both fell silent.
"Tomorrow night?" Ron asked, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling cheekily.
Draco smiled. "Yeah, tomorrow night."
"Same place same time?" Ron asked.
"Yep." Draco replied.
Ron stood up to leave. Draco got up and followed him to the door. Just as Ron was about to open the door he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. He swung around and was facing Draco, their faces inches apart. Draco leant forward and placed his lips firmly on Ron's. His hand roamed up the back of Ron's robes and slid into his soft hair. Ron's hand moved around to Draco's back and rested on his bum. Draco moved forward and started grinding his hipbones against Ron's pelvis, his erection painfully tight in his boxers. Ron let out a small whimper as Draco started sucking at his lips. They both staggered towards the bed, Draco leaning slightly on Ron, and collapsed onto the bed. Draco moved his lips down Ron's neck, gently kissing and sucking at the freckly skin. Just as Draco started unbuttoning Ron's robes, Ron moved his hand up to stop him. "Malfoy - "
Draco stopped and looked Ron in the face. "What?"
"I really don't think we should do this. What if Harry finds us?"
"Why would Potter ever guess that you would be here with me? He'll never find us."
"I know... I just think I better be going."
"Why do you always have to think of Potter and what he's going to think of you? Don't you get sick of him acting like your mother?"
"Draco – I don't. It's just that... I have to go."
Ron stood up, straightening his robes and once again walked to the door, this time not looking back.
The Gryffindor common room was empty when Ron got back. He was relieved; he didn't want to have to explain where he had been. Ron walked quietly up the staircase to the seventh year boys' dormitories and opened the door. Everyone was in bed. He tiptoed over to his bed and climbed in, not bothering to undress, he pulled the hangings around his bed and laid his head on the soft pillow. He flipped himself onto his back and lay there staring up at the ceiling, not able to rid himself of the perverted thoughts about Draco Malfoy. Once his enemy, now Draco infatuated Ron's thoughts. Turning over Ron tried to force his mind onto other subjects, but failed. Thoughts of a naked Draco kept skipping through his mind, his well-built body and soft pale skin. Ron moved his hand down to his boxers and tried to make his hard cock lay flat, he felt like a pervert. After an hour, Ron had still not fallen asleep so he decided to go and have a hot shower. Climbing out of bed, he slowly walked to the door, careful not to wake any of the other boys. Just as he was turning the doorhandle he heard the noise of curtains opening. He spun around to see who it was. Harry was staring at him.
"Where the hell were you last night? Hermione and I were fucking worried, especially when we went to find you in the hospital wing and found you not there."
"I'm sorry Harry." Ron whispered.
"You should be." Harry said angrily. "We thought Malfoy might have finished you off."
Little did Harry know that Draco had finished Ron off, though in a different way.
"Harry, why do you care where the fuck I was." Ron said starting to get annoyed. "Do I have to tell you every time I want to have some time to myself?"
Harry looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry Ron, it's just we were concerned for you."
"Well for future reference, don't worry about me!" Ron was angry now, he swung the door open and stormed off to the bathroom.
He slammed the bathroom door behind him and walked over to the large mirror. He stared at himself, he was bright red. "Fuck this." He cursed. "Why is everyone so pissy, it seems like I upset everyone."
"Don't blame yourself." The mirror answered.
"Fuck you." Ron said to the mirror.
"Just trying to help." The mirror replied.
Ron went over to the shower and savagely tore at his robes as he undressed himself. He turned the water on and waited until a hot stream was pouring out. He let the hot water cascade over his tired body, relaxing his muscles. Ron leant against the warm tiles of the shower, his eyes closed. Steam was pouring out of the top of the shower, making the mirror go foggy.
"Do you mind?" the mirror said grumpily to Ron.
Ron ignored it. The hot water was doing more for him than a whole nights sleep. When he climbed out he felt refreshed. He towel dried himself, and pulled his day old robes back on, trying to flatten out the creases. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Seamus was waiting outside, his fresh clean robes draped over his arm.
"There you are." Said Seamus, "I thought you'd drowned in there."
Ron smiled weakly at Seamus and made his way down to the common room. Spotting Harry and Hermione he headed in their direction.
"Morning Ron." Hermione said, cautiously.
"Morning Mione." Ron replied, flopping into an armchair.
Ron guessed that Harry had told Hermione not to ask about last night, because the issue was never raised.
"Um, do you want to go down for breakfast?" Harry said. "Yeah," said Ron standing up, he didn't like the silence.
The trio made their way to the Great Hall and found places at the Gryffindor table. Ron making sure he got a seat that was not facing Slytherin, he was tired of thinking about Malfoy. He grabbed a plate and started piling it up with delicious food.
"God, you must be hungry Ron." Harry said.
"Yeah well." Replied Ron. "I'm a growing boy."
"Yeah?" came a familiar drawl. "Doesn't look like it. You really are a scrawny little bugger aren't you?"
Draco Malfoy had made his way over to the Gryffindor table and was standing behind Ron. Ron swung around, causing one of the chicken wings on his plate to fall to the floor.
"Me? Scrawny?" Ron asked with confusion. "You must have the wrong person ferret face."
A grimace flashed across Draco's face. "Oops, I meant Potter here." Draco turned to face Harry and glared at him.
"Why don't you go eat shit, Malfoy." Harry said.
"I'd rather that than stare at you all day." Malfoy scoffed and turned his heels, not forgetting to 'accidentally' brush across Ron's bottom with his hand as he left, sending violent shivers up Ron's spine. Weasley stared after Draco, willing himself not to go after him. This simple movement caused such a rush of hormones throughout Ron's body, it was driving him wild. He didn't know how long he could keep up this charade in front of Harry and Hermione. He finally tore his eyes away from Draco, and went back to piling his plate up with food.
Draco opened the door and together they entered the Head Boy room. It was huge compared to the small boys' dormitories Ron was used to. "Wow!" Ron exclaimed. "Is this your room?"
Draco smiled at the look on Ron's face. "Yep, it's pretty good init?"
"Hell yeah!" Ron said. "I can't believe you get to sleep in this room all by yourself. I have to sleep in a tiny room and with four other people."
"Yeah, well." Draco sighed. "I'll show you around."
Draco showed Ron his huge wardrobe and all his things. Ron was amazed, just what was in this room would be worth more than everything he owned.
"This is so not fair." Ron said in a mock hurt voice. "You get everything."
"Well...you can stay here if you want." Draco said.
Ron looked at his watch. "Thanks for the offer Draco, but I promised Hermione I would study with her."
"It's nearly two o'clock in the morning. Do you really think she will want to study now?" Draco said.
"Well...you'd be surprised."
"Come on stay." Draco begged. "Granger can study with Potter if she really wants. Anyway you don't want to study do you?"
"Nah, not really, I just said I would to get her off my back. Harry and Hermione both questioned me when I left, I had to tell them I wasn't feeling well and had to go the hospital wing." Said Ron.
"And what if they go looking for you?" Draco asked.
"I really think I should be getting back or they will come looking for me."
"Please don't leave." Draco said, a look of pleading in his eyes. "I need you."
Ron looked at Draco. "I'm really sorry Draco," said Ron, "but you don't want Harry and Hermione bursting in on us do you?"
The disappointment that splayed on Draco's face was evident. "You're right." He answered. "I don't want them knowing about us, just yet."
They both fell silent.
"Tomorrow night?" Ron asked, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling cheekily.
Draco smiled. "Yeah, tomorrow night."
"Same place same time?" Ron asked.
"Yep." Draco replied.
Ron stood up to leave. Draco got up and followed him to the door. Just as Ron was about to open the door he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. He swung around and was facing Draco, their faces inches apart. Draco leant forward and placed his lips firmly on Ron's. His hand roamed up the back of Ron's robes and slid into his soft hair. Ron's hand moved around to Draco's back and rested on his bum. Draco moved forward and started grinding his hipbones against Ron's pelvis, his erection painfully tight in his boxers. Ron let out a small whimper as Draco started sucking at his lips. They both staggered towards the bed, Draco leaning slightly on Ron, and collapsed onto the bed. Draco moved his lips down Ron's neck, gently kissing and sucking at the freckly skin. Just as Draco started unbuttoning Ron's robes, Ron moved his hand up to stop him. "Malfoy - "
Draco stopped and looked Ron in the face. "What?"
"I really don't think we should do this. What if Harry finds us?"
"Why would Potter ever guess that you would be here with me? He'll never find us."
"I know... I just think I better be going."
"Why do you always have to think of Potter and what he's going to think of you? Don't you get sick of him acting like your mother?"
"Draco – I don't. It's just that... I have to go."
Ron stood up, straightening his robes and once again walked to the door, this time not looking back.
The Gryffindor common room was empty when Ron got back. He was relieved; he didn't want to have to explain where he had been. Ron walked quietly up the staircase to the seventh year boys' dormitories and opened the door. Everyone was in bed. He tiptoed over to his bed and climbed in, not bothering to undress, he pulled the hangings around his bed and laid his head on the soft pillow. He flipped himself onto his back and lay there staring up at the ceiling, not able to rid himself of the perverted thoughts about Draco Malfoy. Once his enemy, now Draco infatuated Ron's thoughts. Turning over Ron tried to force his mind onto other subjects, but failed. Thoughts of a naked Draco kept skipping through his mind, his well-built body and soft pale skin. Ron moved his hand down to his boxers and tried to make his hard cock lay flat, he felt like a pervert. After an hour, Ron had still not fallen asleep so he decided to go and have a hot shower. Climbing out of bed, he slowly walked to the door, careful not to wake any of the other boys. Just as he was turning the doorhandle he heard the noise of curtains opening. He spun around to see who it was. Harry was staring at him.
"Where the hell were you last night? Hermione and I were fucking worried, especially when we went to find you in the hospital wing and found you not there."
"I'm sorry Harry." Ron whispered.
"You should be." Harry said angrily. "We thought Malfoy might have finished you off."
Little did Harry know that Draco had finished Ron off, though in a different way.
"Harry, why do you care where the fuck I was." Ron said starting to get annoyed. "Do I have to tell you every time I want to have some time to myself?"
Harry looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry Ron, it's just we were concerned for you."
"Well for future reference, don't worry about me!" Ron was angry now, he swung the door open and stormed off to the bathroom.
He slammed the bathroom door behind him and walked over to the large mirror. He stared at himself, he was bright red. "Fuck this." He cursed. "Why is everyone so pissy, it seems like I upset everyone."
"Don't blame yourself." The mirror answered.
"Fuck you." Ron said to the mirror.
"Just trying to help." The mirror replied.
Ron went over to the shower and savagely tore at his robes as he undressed himself. He turned the water on and waited until a hot stream was pouring out. He let the hot water cascade over his tired body, relaxing his muscles. Ron leant against the warm tiles of the shower, his eyes closed. Steam was pouring out of the top of the shower, making the mirror go foggy.
"Do you mind?" the mirror said grumpily to Ron.
Ron ignored it. The hot water was doing more for him than a whole nights sleep. When he climbed out he felt refreshed. He towel dried himself, and pulled his day old robes back on, trying to flatten out the creases. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Seamus was waiting outside, his fresh clean robes draped over his arm.
"There you are." Said Seamus, "I thought you'd drowned in there."
Ron smiled weakly at Seamus and made his way down to the common room. Spotting Harry and Hermione he headed in their direction.
"Morning Ron." Hermione said, cautiously.
"Morning Mione." Ron replied, flopping into an armchair.
Ron guessed that Harry had told Hermione not to ask about last night, because the issue was never raised.
"Um, do you want to go down for breakfast?" Harry said. "Yeah," said Ron standing up, he didn't like the silence.
The trio made their way to the Great Hall and found places at the Gryffindor table. Ron making sure he got a seat that was not facing Slytherin, he was tired of thinking about Malfoy. He grabbed a plate and started piling it up with delicious food.
"God, you must be hungry Ron." Harry said.
"Yeah well." Replied Ron. "I'm a growing boy."
"Yeah?" came a familiar drawl. "Doesn't look like it. You really are a scrawny little bugger aren't you?"
Draco Malfoy had made his way over to the Gryffindor table and was standing behind Ron. Ron swung around, causing one of the chicken wings on his plate to fall to the floor.
"Me? Scrawny?" Ron asked with confusion. "You must have the wrong person ferret face."
A grimace flashed across Draco's face. "Oops, I meant Potter here." Draco turned to face Harry and glared at him.
"Why don't you go eat shit, Malfoy." Harry said.
"I'd rather that than stare at you all day." Malfoy scoffed and turned his heels, not forgetting to 'accidentally' brush across Ron's bottom with his hand as he left, sending violent shivers up Ron's spine. Weasley stared after Draco, willing himself not to go after him. This simple movement caused such a rush of hormones throughout Ron's body, it was driving him wild. He didn't know how long he could keep up this charade in front of Harry and Hermione. He finally tore his eyes away from Draco, and went back to piling his plate up with food.