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Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Three
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
An hour later, Malfoy left the room to tidy up his messy blonde hair. Ron and Hermione remained in the dorm room, getting dressed in silence.
Ron starred at Hermione closely as she pulled her T-shirt over her head. He watched as she bit into her lower lip, causing it to bleed slightly. She seemed to be glaring at the door, as if expecting it to burst open at any moment. He didn't like seeing her like this.
"Harry is out playing Quidditch, Hermione. There's a match remember? Everybody's at the pitch." Ron said, but it didn't seem to help Hermione feel any better.
"Aren't you afraid that he might catch us, Ron." Hermione asked, her voice shaking slightly as if she couldn't think of anything worse.
In truth, Ron was utterly terrified at the mere thought of Harry walking in and catching him having sex, not only with Hermione, but Malfoy as well. Ron certainly didn't want anyone thinking he was gay.
"I mean, what would we say?"
Ron frowned slightly. What was he supposed to say? Providing Harry didn't murder him on the spot of course. 'Oh, sorry mate! Couldn't be helped. I'm only shagging your mortal enemy because well, quite frankly he's just so damn shag-able and I'm also shagging your girlfriend at the same time because she isn't just the love of your life, she's the love of my life as well. But hey, you can join in if you want to.'
Somehow he doubted whether he'd even have time to explain, since he'd probably be dead before he got the chance to even look up. But then, wasn't the thought of Harry, or anyone else catching them part of the fun?
"Look," said Ron, pulling his Hogwarts robes over his shoulders. "I'll go check that they haven't come back -"
Just as Ron was about to leave the door burst open and in stepped a rather insane looking Lavender. However, she wasn't looking directly at them. Instead she was looking over her shoulder, talking to someone else in a very loud voice. Ron wondered why he hadn't heard her coming up the boy's staircase as she was shouting at such a loud volume.
"I'm not mad!" she was saying. "Come on, come and look for yourself!"
"Harry!" Hermione breathed.
Harry didn't seem at all shocked to see them standing there. If anything, he looked puzzled.
"Lavender," he said, "It's just Ron and Hermione! I very much doubt that anything going on between them. Right guys?"
'Bloody hell.' Ron thought. 'Malfoy you'd better stay in the fucking bathroom or else I'll personally kick the shit out of you myself. Well, that's if Lavender doesn't kill me first.' She was glaring at Ron in a most terrifying way.
"Where is he?" Lavender hissed.
"Who?" Ron asked, trying to look innocent. He looked over at Hermione, who looked guilty enough for the both of them.
'Shit, fuck, bugger.' He thought. How was he going to get out of this one?
"Don't try to act all innocent with me, Ron Weasley." She said, jabbing a finger in his chest. "I think you know who I mean - "
"Lavender - " Harry started; looking slightly scared of her now.
"Where is he?" Lavender said, ignoring Harry completely. "Where's Draco Malfoy?"
'Uh oh.'
Harry was laughing nervously now. He looked around the room, waiting for either Ron or Hermione to say something, however, he didn't seem to notice how panicky Hermione looked.
"Don't be stupid Lavender!" Ron barked. "Why would we have filth like that in Gryffindor Tower?"
"I've been here with Ron since the m-match begun," Hermione said, there was a slight quiver in her voice as she spoke. "I was helping him with his - Potion's essay."
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!" Lavender finally lost it. "HE'S BEEN GETTING BETTER GRADES THAN YOU SINCE FIFTH YEAR, GRANGER!"
"Erm, Lavender?" Harry spoke up. By the look on Harry's face, he thought Lavender was completely off her rocker. "Do you want me to get Parvati for you?"
"Your in on it too, aren't you Granger?" Lavender said, not showing any signs that she had heard Harry. "Your shagging Ron too, aren't you? Harry, there cheating on us!"
"I'll take her to Parvati," Harry offered, placing his hands on Lavender's shoulders and steering her out of the room.
"I'll go with you." Hermione said in a rush and although Ron could hear Lavender begging Harry to believe her, they left the room without a struggle.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered as he ran a shaking hand through his thick, red hair. "I'm going to kill Malfoy!"
"God Weasel. You say the nicest things."
Ron looked towards the doorway and saw Malfoy leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his broad chest tightly.
"What's the matter with you?" He asked, not moving from the doorway.
"Fucking hell!" Ron almost hissed. "Will you get in here and close the bloody door? Harry might come back."
"So?" Malfoy smiled, closing the door and moving to sit next to him on the bed.
"Malfoy," Ron said, gritting his teeth. He felt the Slytherin's hand move across his back and slide underneath his t-shirt, but Ron didn't react. "I'm shagging the guys girlfriend and his bloody worst enemy. He's the last person I want to find out."
"Probably be jealous," Malfoy muttered in a husky voice that made Ron shiver. "I think he wants you as much I as do."
'Fuck!' Ron thought. 'Okay. Now I have to beat the shit out of him, which means I can't shag him anymore. God damn you Malfoy.'
"What the hell are you on about Malfoy." He said, trying to control his voice.
"He wants you, Weasley. All to himself." Malfoy leaned in close. Ron could feel his breath on the back of his neck. "He's not going to get you though because you're mine."
To be continued ...
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Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Three
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
An hour later, Malfoy left the room to tidy up his messy blonde hair. Ron and Hermione remained in the dorm room, getting dressed in silence.
Ron starred at Hermione closely as she pulled her T-shirt over her head. He watched as she bit into her lower lip, causing it to bleed slightly. She seemed to be glaring at the door, as if expecting it to burst open at any moment. He didn't like seeing her like this.
"Harry is out playing Quidditch, Hermione. There's a match remember? Everybody's at the pitch." Ron said, but it didn't seem to help Hermione feel any better.
"Aren't you afraid that he might catch us, Ron." Hermione asked, her voice shaking slightly as if she couldn't think of anything worse.
In truth, Ron was utterly terrified at the mere thought of Harry walking in and catching him having sex, not only with Hermione, but Malfoy as well. Ron certainly didn't want anyone thinking he was gay.
"I mean, what would we say?"
Ron frowned slightly. What was he supposed to say? Providing Harry didn't murder him on the spot of course. 'Oh, sorry mate! Couldn't be helped. I'm only shagging your mortal enemy because well, quite frankly he's just so damn shag-able and I'm also shagging your girlfriend at the same time because she isn't just the love of your life, she's the love of my life as well. But hey, you can join in if you want to.'
Somehow he doubted whether he'd even have time to explain, since he'd probably be dead before he got the chance to even look up. But then, wasn't the thought of Harry, or anyone else catching them part of the fun?
"Look," said Ron, pulling his Hogwarts robes over his shoulders. "I'll go check that they haven't come back -"
Just as Ron was about to leave the door burst open and in stepped a rather insane looking Lavender. However, she wasn't looking directly at them. Instead she was looking over her shoulder, talking to someone else in a very loud voice. Ron wondered why he hadn't heard her coming up the boy's staircase as she was shouting at such a loud volume.
"I'm not mad!" she was saying. "Come on, come and look for yourself!"
"Harry!" Hermione breathed.
Harry didn't seem at all shocked to see them standing there. If anything, he looked puzzled.
"Lavender," he said, "It's just Ron and Hermione! I very much doubt that anything going on between them. Right guys?"
'Bloody hell.' Ron thought. 'Malfoy you'd better stay in the fucking bathroom or else I'll personally kick the shit out of you myself. Well, that's if Lavender doesn't kill me first.' She was glaring at Ron in a most terrifying way.
"Where is he?" Lavender hissed.
"Who?" Ron asked, trying to look innocent. He looked over at Hermione, who looked guilty enough for the both of them.
'Shit, fuck, bugger.' He thought. How was he going to get out of this one?
"Don't try to act all innocent with me, Ron Weasley." She said, jabbing a finger in his chest. "I think you know who I mean - "
"Lavender - " Harry started; looking slightly scared of her now.
"Where is he?" Lavender said, ignoring Harry completely. "Where's Draco Malfoy?"
'Uh oh.'
Harry was laughing nervously now. He looked around the room, waiting for either Ron or Hermione to say something, however, he didn't seem to notice how panicky Hermione looked.
"Don't be stupid Lavender!" Ron barked. "Why would we have filth like that in Gryffindor Tower?"
"I've been here with Ron since the m-match begun," Hermione said, there was a slight quiver in her voice as she spoke. "I was helping him with his - Potion's essay."
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!" Lavender finally lost it. "HE'S BEEN GETTING BETTER GRADES THAN YOU SINCE FIFTH YEAR, GRANGER!"
"Erm, Lavender?" Harry spoke up. By the look on Harry's face, he thought Lavender was completely off her rocker. "Do you want me to get Parvati for you?"
"Your in on it too, aren't you Granger?" Lavender said, not showing any signs that she had heard Harry. "Your shagging Ron too, aren't you? Harry, there cheating on us!"
"I'll take her to Parvati," Harry offered, placing his hands on Lavender's shoulders and steering her out of the room.
"I'll go with you." Hermione said in a rush and although Ron could hear Lavender begging Harry to believe her, they left the room without a struggle.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered as he ran a shaking hand through his thick, red hair. "I'm going to kill Malfoy!"
"God Weasel. You say the nicest things."
Ron looked towards the doorway and saw Malfoy leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his broad chest tightly.
"What's the matter with you?" He asked, not moving from the doorway.
"Fucking hell!" Ron almost hissed. "Will you get in here and close the bloody door? Harry might come back."
"So?" Malfoy smiled, closing the door and moving to sit next to him on the bed.
"Malfoy," Ron said, gritting his teeth. He felt the Slytherin's hand move across his back and slide underneath his t-shirt, but Ron didn't react. "I'm shagging the guys girlfriend and his bloody worst enemy. He's the last person I want to find out."
"Probably be jealous," Malfoy muttered in a husky voice that made Ron shiver. "I think he wants you as much I as do."
'Fuck!' Ron thought. 'Okay. Now I have to beat the shit out of him, which means I can't shag him anymore. God damn you Malfoy.'
"What the hell are you on about Malfoy." He said, trying to control his voice.
"He wants you, Weasley. All to himself." Malfoy leaned in close. Ron could feel his breath on the back of his neck. "He's not going to get you though because you're mine."
To be continued ...
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