Title: Vivica, Chapter Eleven
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Eleven
Ron had the oddest feeling someone was following him. Mark it up to pre-Halloween jitters, or just plain parranoia. Still, Ron was almost certain he heard someone trip over the cobblestone hallway behind him. When he had glanced back, all he saw was a brief flash of black robes. And the cursing. Quite a bit of cursing at that. It was at that moment that Ron was rather worried that he volunteered to retrieve Harry and his midnight snacks from the kitchens.
And then, in an instant, he was down. His body hit the ground, completely stiff. He took a second to struggle, trying desperately to move. It became like a muggle movie in his head. Footsteps could be heard. Muttered words. And then things faded to black.
When Ron awoke he was immediately aware of the heavy manacles connecting his hands to what looked like a headboard. Blinking away his blurry vision, he was greeted with an odd sight. He appeared to be chained to a large, four-poster bed. Across the room stood Crabbe and Goyle, both remained motionless. They didn't look at him, instead flanking one of three doorways.
Thoughts raced through Ron's head as he focused on his surroundings. Past the door Crabbe and Goyle were apparently guarding Ron could hear water running. He lifted his hands, only able to move them about a foot, before dropping them back to the bed. Slowly, his eyes returnd to the duo. Goyle was staring at him now. Crabe, shuffling his feet, didn't remove his eyes from the wall behind Ron's head. And then the water turned off and out stepped the most beautiful site Ron had ever seen. Not that he would ever say that outloud, though.
Draco Malfoy stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a green towel. It was the only thing covering the pale teen, riding low on his hips. Ron gulped and watched as Draco glanced at Crabbe and Goyle. He paused between the two, sniffing the air slightly. Without a single look towards Ron, the Slytherin walked to another door and dissapeared behind it. Ron fought the mental image in his head. That was a Malfoy, afterall. It wouldn't do any good to be fawning over him like a lion in heat.
So Ron marked it up to the male just being in a towel. Ron was gay, afterall. And that, in his opinion, gave him excuse enough to stare at Draco's flat stomach. The door reopened, and Ron cursed under his breath. Draco emerged wearing a tight pair of black slacks and a grey button-up shirt. His hair was loose and, from what Ron could see, he was wearing no shoes. He was, with no other words to describe it, the most wonderful thing Ron had ever laid eyes on.
But Ron wasn't stupid. He knew the moment Draco opened his mouth and spoke in that cocky tone the image would be ruined. And there the boy was, looking at him with steel eyes. Oh, yes, the image was about to be ruined. Ron tensed up, waiting for it.
"Hello, Ron." Draco said smoothly. Well, dammit. Ron cursed again under his breath. The Slytherin still looked good. That was okay, though. This just proved to him that he was gay. All was well in Ron's world.
"What the fuck am I doing here, Malfoy?" Ron snapped.
"I-" Draco interupted himself to look pointedly at Crabbe and Goyle. They glanced at him oddly before realization appeared on Goyle's face. He quickly ushered Crabbe out the door, shutting it behind them. Draco took a deep breath and turned back to Ron. "I need to talk to you."
"So you send your hitmen to kidnap me?" Ron asked.
"This isn't the wizard's mafia, Ron." Draco told him calmly. Ron watched with growing aggitation as the Slytherin walked and sat next to him on the bed. Deep down, Ron wasn't sure whether he wanted to scoot closer or to cut off his hands to escape the manacles, bed, and essentially - Draco.
"So..." Was all Ron could come up with. Mentally, he cursed his lack of conversation skills. It wasn't like he really wanted to speak with Draco, anyway. Okay, maybe he did want to talk to the boy. See if that flat stomach tasted as good as it looked. And Ron suddenly had the impression he didn't want to talk to Draco after all.
Draco's eyes widened as a sudden scent mingled into Ron's. He wasn't sure, but it smelled like lust and desire. Draco had never smelled it connected to Ron's scent before. Draco shifted fronm his spot on the bed as the smell when straight to his groin. He couldn't help the reaction around Ron as it was, but now he could smell the lust, the scent of Ron, all together on his bed. He fought to control himself. His Veela screamed to be let lose. To ravage the being laying so close to him. And did Ron just scoot closer?
"What did you want to talk about?" Ron finally asked. The look on Draco's face was scaring him a bit, but oddly he wasn't worried. Draco stared at him blankly. "Uhh... Malfoy? Hello?"
"Call me Draco." The blonde replied softly, his eyes remaining open and slightly glazed over.
"No, that's okay."
"Please. Call me Draco."
"...What's wrong with you?" Ron blurted out. That seemed to break Draco's stare and his eyes narrowed.
"None of your fucking business, Weasley." Draco snapped. Ron glared and jerked at the manacles, struggling to get lose.
"Your the one who wanted to talk." Ron growled. Draco shivered slightly at the growl, but remained calm on the outside. "Well, out with it."
This was, in all actuality, the part that Draco had not planned. He wasn't really sure what to tell the Weasel. And having the boy so close to him was making it very difficult to think. He didn't realize how powerful this whole mate issue was, until he had Ron Wealsey in his room. His mind felt muddled, not a single sentence able to finish in his head, let alone travel to his lips. He blinked at Ron, trying hard to come up with something. Anything.
"Veela." Well, it was something, but Draco wasn't sure that made any sense. If the look Ron was giving him was any indication, he just blundered up his opening line. "That is to say... Uhh.. What did I say?"
"You said 'Veela'." Ron informed him, raising one red eyebrow. Draco gulped. This was not going good.
"Liar."
"Wait... What?" Ron developed a confused exression, leaving Draco the desire to giggle. He didn't, though. He may be the owner of half female-Veela blood, but that did not make him a giggler. Still, Ron looked so cute like that. "I look what?!"
"...I said that outloud, didn't I?" Draco fell back onto the bed with a groan as Ron nodded. Since Ron was still tied to the bed, Draco ended up resting his head on Ron's outstretched arm. His smell erupted around him, filling every pour.
"Umm... Malfoy? Your really scaring me. I really think this is a dream." Ron stated to himself. "Yes, it's a dream. I'm not in Malfoy's bed. He hasn't called me cute. I'm not in this room right now... And why does Malfoy get his own room anyway?"
"Because Dumbledore gave it to me." Draco answered the question that was not directed at him.
"Figures. Bet his father paid for it and everything." Ron snorted.
"Actually, he didn't."
"What I want to know is why the Ferret in my dream insists on talking." Ron commented. "You would think that I'd dream about a quiet Draco... I mean Malfoy. Quiet Malfoy. No talking."
"They thought it would be safer." Draco continued.
"Why would it be safer? Been torturing your own house, have you? And why am I still chained up? I wonder if Harry has noticed I'm not back yet. I'll bet he's sounded out the alarm that I'm missing."
"Your full of crap, Weasley." Draco smirked. "Sounded out the alarm. Over you? Please."
"I'm obviously worth something, Malfoy, if you have me chained to your bed." Ron retorted.
"Your worth something alright, Weasel." Draco sneered, mentally gathering his strength. He could do this. He could be cruel and rude to the poor Gryffindor. It clicked in his head like a light bulb. If he was to be nice, no doubt Ron would think he was up to something. It was better to be himself. Rude. Concieted. And as sarcastic to the redhead as possible.
"Let me go, Malfoy." Ron replied, growling again uinder his breath. Another shiver ran down Draco's spine.
"Look, Weasley, I just wanted to talk with you. If your going to get a shitty adittude about it, I think I'm going to revoke my offer." Draco said snidely. Ron gave him a look of disbelief before glaring.
"Then revoke it and let me out of here."
An anger unlike he knew to control surged through him. Ron was rejecting him. Sure, Draco was the cause of the boy's glare. But that didn't seem to connect in Draco's mind. Instead, he growled low in his throat. Ron snorted at the reaction. That resulted in Draco's anger rising. Before he could even control his thoughts, the Veela had taken control. Demanding to take what was his by nature.
Draco rolled over on the bed, effectively straddling Ron's waist and shutting the boy up. Ron stared up at him, mouth agape. The growl was still in Draco's throat, but it was changing. It morphed into a high, bird-like coo as he stared down at the redhead. Ron's eyes widened and he jerked at the bindings on his wrists. Leaning forward, Draco nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent.
His mind was clouded. He didn't really know what was going on. Something, something had taken over. Draco Malfoy, the human, had no control. He could only take a back seat and watch as his Veela side licked Ron's neck. Ron whimpered.
The sound was like a crack in his head. The Veela stopped momentarily. Stopped long enough for Draco to take back over. Blinking, Draco stared down at the Gryffindor. Ron had his eyes closed, his brow furrowed. His mouth was in a frown and the scent rolling off him no longer held a minute amount of lust. It cascaded through Draco's body, wave after wave of fear.
As fast as he could, Draco darted off the bed and ran from the room. Crabbe and Goyle were in the front room. Both boys looked up at the pale blonde. Draco stared at them a moment, shame coursing through his body. He didn't show it, he knew better than to show how he felt. Softly he ordered the two to release Ron. Then he ran from that room as well.
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Eleven
Ron had the oddest feeling someone was following him. Mark it up to pre-Halloween jitters, or just plain parranoia. Still, Ron was almost certain he heard someone trip over the cobblestone hallway behind him. When he had glanced back, all he saw was a brief flash of black robes. And the cursing. Quite a bit of cursing at that. It was at that moment that Ron was rather worried that he volunteered to retrieve Harry and his midnight snacks from the kitchens.
And then, in an instant, he was down. His body hit the ground, completely stiff. He took a second to struggle, trying desperately to move. It became like a muggle movie in his head. Footsteps could be heard. Muttered words. And then things faded to black.
When Ron awoke he was immediately aware of the heavy manacles connecting his hands to what looked like a headboard. Blinking away his blurry vision, he was greeted with an odd sight. He appeared to be chained to a large, four-poster bed. Across the room stood Crabbe and Goyle, both remained motionless. They didn't look at him, instead flanking one of three doorways.
Thoughts raced through Ron's head as he focused on his surroundings. Past the door Crabbe and Goyle were apparently guarding Ron could hear water running. He lifted his hands, only able to move them about a foot, before dropping them back to the bed. Slowly, his eyes returnd to the duo. Goyle was staring at him now. Crabe, shuffling his feet, didn't remove his eyes from the wall behind Ron's head. And then the water turned off and out stepped the most beautiful site Ron had ever seen. Not that he would ever say that outloud, though.
Draco Malfoy stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a green towel. It was the only thing covering the pale teen, riding low on his hips. Ron gulped and watched as Draco glanced at Crabbe and Goyle. He paused between the two, sniffing the air slightly. Without a single look towards Ron, the Slytherin walked to another door and dissapeared behind it. Ron fought the mental image in his head. That was a Malfoy, afterall. It wouldn't do any good to be fawning over him like a lion in heat.
So Ron marked it up to the male just being in a towel. Ron was gay, afterall. And that, in his opinion, gave him excuse enough to stare at Draco's flat stomach. The door reopened, and Ron cursed under his breath. Draco emerged wearing a tight pair of black slacks and a grey button-up shirt. His hair was loose and, from what Ron could see, he was wearing no shoes. He was, with no other words to describe it, the most wonderful thing Ron had ever laid eyes on.
But Ron wasn't stupid. He knew the moment Draco opened his mouth and spoke in that cocky tone the image would be ruined. And there the boy was, looking at him with steel eyes. Oh, yes, the image was about to be ruined. Ron tensed up, waiting for it.
"Hello, Ron." Draco said smoothly. Well, dammit. Ron cursed again under his breath. The Slytherin still looked good. That was okay, though. This just proved to him that he was gay. All was well in Ron's world.
"What the fuck am I doing here, Malfoy?" Ron snapped.
"I-" Draco interupted himself to look pointedly at Crabbe and Goyle. They glanced at him oddly before realization appeared on Goyle's face. He quickly ushered Crabbe out the door, shutting it behind them. Draco took a deep breath and turned back to Ron. "I need to talk to you."
"So you send your hitmen to kidnap me?" Ron asked.
"This isn't the wizard's mafia, Ron." Draco told him calmly. Ron watched with growing aggitation as the Slytherin walked and sat next to him on the bed. Deep down, Ron wasn't sure whether he wanted to scoot closer or to cut off his hands to escape the manacles, bed, and essentially - Draco.
"So..." Was all Ron could come up with. Mentally, he cursed his lack of conversation skills. It wasn't like he really wanted to speak with Draco, anyway. Okay, maybe he did want to talk to the boy. See if that flat stomach tasted as good as it looked. And Ron suddenly had the impression he didn't want to talk to Draco after all.
Draco's eyes widened as a sudden scent mingled into Ron's. He wasn't sure, but it smelled like lust and desire. Draco had never smelled it connected to Ron's scent before. Draco shifted fronm his spot on the bed as the smell when straight to his groin. He couldn't help the reaction around Ron as it was, but now he could smell the lust, the scent of Ron, all together on his bed. He fought to control himself. His Veela screamed to be let lose. To ravage the being laying so close to him. And did Ron just scoot closer?
"What did you want to talk about?" Ron finally asked. The look on Draco's face was scaring him a bit, but oddly he wasn't worried. Draco stared at him blankly. "Uhh... Malfoy? Hello?"
"Call me Draco." The blonde replied softly, his eyes remaining open and slightly glazed over.
"No, that's okay."
"Please. Call me Draco."
"...What's wrong with you?" Ron blurted out. That seemed to break Draco's stare and his eyes narrowed.
"None of your fucking business, Weasley." Draco snapped. Ron glared and jerked at the manacles, struggling to get lose.
"Your the one who wanted to talk." Ron growled. Draco shivered slightly at the growl, but remained calm on the outside. "Well, out with it."
This was, in all actuality, the part that Draco had not planned. He wasn't really sure what to tell the Weasel. And having the boy so close to him was making it very difficult to think. He didn't realize how powerful this whole mate issue was, until he had Ron Wealsey in his room. His mind felt muddled, not a single sentence able to finish in his head, let alone travel to his lips. He blinked at Ron, trying hard to come up with something. Anything.
"Veela." Well, it was something, but Draco wasn't sure that made any sense. If the look Ron was giving him was any indication, he just blundered up his opening line. "That is to say... Uhh.. What did I say?"
"You said 'Veela'." Ron informed him, raising one red eyebrow. Draco gulped. This was not going good.
"Liar."
"Wait... What?" Ron developed a confused exression, leaving Draco the desire to giggle. He didn't, though. He may be the owner of half female-Veela blood, but that did not make him a giggler. Still, Ron looked so cute like that. "I look what?!"
"...I said that outloud, didn't I?" Draco fell back onto the bed with a groan as Ron nodded. Since Ron was still tied to the bed, Draco ended up resting his head on Ron's outstretched arm. His smell erupted around him, filling every pour.
"Umm... Malfoy? Your really scaring me. I really think this is a dream." Ron stated to himself. "Yes, it's a dream. I'm not in Malfoy's bed. He hasn't called me cute. I'm not in this room right now... And why does Malfoy get his own room anyway?"
"Because Dumbledore gave it to me." Draco answered the question that was not directed at him.
"Figures. Bet his father paid for it and everything." Ron snorted.
"Actually, he didn't."
"What I want to know is why the Ferret in my dream insists on talking." Ron commented. "You would think that I'd dream about a quiet Draco... I mean Malfoy. Quiet Malfoy. No talking."
"They thought it would be safer." Draco continued.
"Why would it be safer? Been torturing your own house, have you? And why am I still chained up? I wonder if Harry has noticed I'm not back yet. I'll bet he's sounded out the alarm that I'm missing."
"Your full of crap, Weasley." Draco smirked. "Sounded out the alarm. Over you? Please."
"I'm obviously worth something, Malfoy, if you have me chained to your bed." Ron retorted.
"Your worth something alright, Weasel." Draco sneered, mentally gathering his strength. He could do this. He could be cruel and rude to the poor Gryffindor. It clicked in his head like a light bulb. If he was to be nice, no doubt Ron would think he was up to something. It was better to be himself. Rude. Concieted. And as sarcastic to the redhead as possible.
"Let me go, Malfoy." Ron replied, growling again uinder his breath. Another shiver ran down Draco's spine.
"Look, Weasley, I just wanted to talk with you. If your going to get a shitty adittude about it, I think I'm going to revoke my offer." Draco said snidely. Ron gave him a look of disbelief before glaring.
"Then revoke it and let me out of here."
An anger unlike he knew to control surged through him. Ron was rejecting him. Sure, Draco was the cause of the boy's glare. But that didn't seem to connect in Draco's mind. Instead, he growled low in his throat. Ron snorted at the reaction. That resulted in Draco's anger rising. Before he could even control his thoughts, the Veela had taken control. Demanding to take what was his by nature.
Draco rolled over on the bed, effectively straddling Ron's waist and shutting the boy up. Ron stared up at him, mouth agape. The growl was still in Draco's throat, but it was changing. It morphed into a high, bird-like coo as he stared down at the redhead. Ron's eyes widened and he jerked at the bindings on his wrists. Leaning forward, Draco nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent.
His mind was clouded. He didn't really know what was going on. Something, something had taken over. Draco Malfoy, the human, had no control. He could only take a back seat and watch as his Veela side licked Ron's neck. Ron whimpered.
The sound was like a crack in his head. The Veela stopped momentarily. Stopped long enough for Draco to take back over. Blinking, Draco stared down at the Gryffindor. Ron had his eyes closed, his brow furrowed. His mouth was in a frown and the scent rolling off him no longer held a minute amount of lust. It cascaded through Draco's body, wave after wave of fear.
As fast as he could, Draco darted off the bed and ran from the room. Crabbe and Goyle were in the front room. Both boys looked up at the pale blonde. Draco stared at them a moment, shame coursing through his body. He didn't show it, he knew better than to show how he felt. Softly he ordered the two to release Ron. Then he ran from that room as well.