Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summery: Shock horror! Is Ron really losing his mind - Or could it all just be a dream ---
Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Four
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
Ron didn't move to widen the gap between them and he didn't resist when their lips touched either. The kiss made Ron ache. They both gasped for breath as each kiss ended and another began, the passion building between them. Ron had never been kissed with such passion and hunger before, not by any girl anyway. When Malfoy's hands started to move over his trembling body, Ron went crazy with desire.
"Oh God! Fucking hell, Weasley."
Any control that Ron might have had, disappeared with the sound of Malfoy's husky voice. Suddenly he needed to be the one in control. His mouth was hungry, kissing every part of Malfoy's gorgeous body, tasting his swollen lips, his hands moving to explore every part of his body -
"Ron,"
"Mal -" Hang on, that was weird. Ron's eyes fluttered open. "You've never called me Ron before."
"Huh," A voice came from beside him. "Of course I have! I mean, I might have called you dumb a couple of times, because, let's face it, when you say things like that - anyway, what else would you like me to call you?"
The person standing beside him moved to open his hangings. Suddenly, the room filled with sunlight as the curtains were thrown back too, and for the first time, Ron could see who was standing beside him.
"Harry!" Ron breathed, suddenly feeling the need to pull the covers right over his head. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Waking you up of course," Harry smiled as he sat down beside him.
Ron felt very flushed. His best friend was sitting beside him, he wasn't - well, he wasn't wearing much under the thick covers and with the dream he had just been having about - well, Ron was very glad that Harry hadn't noticed his - predicament.
"This is my room," Ron squeaked. He knew he was stating the obvious, but he didn't know what else to say. Harry was looking at him very strangely, which didn't make him feel much better.
"I know that. Your lucky to have your own room, mate. I would kill to be a Prefect. It's worth it just so you can have somewhere to be alone."
"Yeah, right." Ron said slowly. "Look Harry, I need to get ready -"
"Of course," Harry said, leaning towards him.
"What the bloody hell -"
But Ron didn't have chance to say anything else as Harry lips touched his. Fucking hell, I'm kissing my bloody best friend. This is really messed up. Not only was he shagging Malfoy and having an affair with Hermione, but he was now snogging is best mate.
"Harry!" Ron muttered, pulling as far away from Harry as he could. "I'm s- straight."
The smile on Harry's face scared Ron. He looked almost crazy and he certainly looked as though he didn't care whether Ron was straight, gay or whatever the hell he was.
"Keep telling your self that, Ron," Harry whispered, leaning in for another kiss, however, Ron pulled back, hitting his head on the headboard as he did so.
"I'm straight." Ron repeated, sounding determined. He was straight.
Harry sighed. "Ron," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "I know about you and Malfoy."
'Uh oh'
"Me and Malfoy?" Ron laughed nervously, pushing his very red hair back from his eyes. "I don't know what Lavender's been saying, but -"
"Shhhh," Harry lifted his hand to push back the remaining strands off hair that covered Ron's very blue eyes. "I knew before she shouted her mouth off, but don't worry. It just proved to me that you don't want girls. Your not straight, Ron. And now that you have me, why would you want Malfoy?"
Bloody hell. He was in some sort of nightmare. He had to be dreaming. Ron closed his eyes tightly, opening them again after a few seconds, but Harry was sill there, sitting in front of him and smiling that crazy smile.
"W-what about Hermione?" He asked, trying to find something, anything that would get him out of this nightmare.
Ron didn't want to hurt Harry, but he didn't fancy him because, well, he was a bloke! Harry was Harry, his best friend, his partner in crime. He would do anything for Harry, but he certainly wouldn't sleep with the guy. How sick would that be! It was different with Malfoy. It was hot and passionate and it was all the things that Ron would never find in anyone else, not even Hermione, who he had loved for years and couldn't have because she belonged to Harry. Now it turned out that Harry wanted him, not their other best friend. Could this get anymore twisted?
"She'll understand," Harry whispered, his eyes sparkling. "I doubt that she'll go off the deep end like Lavender, but she'll get over it in time."
Ron would have smiled, however, given the fact that he appeared to be in an incredibly bad situation, Ron managed to stop himself. Obviously Harry didn't know about Hermione being part of their 'sessions' because he would have said something. Ron happened to know that Hermione was very much over Harry, having been in love with Malfoy for months.
"I want you so badly." Harry's voice was hoarse, and his hand trembled as he ran it back and forth over Ron's bear arm, which made the red head shiver.
"What if we get caught?" Ron squeaked. He tried to push himself away from Harry, but he couldn't get any further away from him, short of being sucked into the wall. Ron felt an over welling feeling of fear wash over him.
"I don't care," Harry moved forward and enveloped him in a hard kiss that made his lip bleed. "I don't care what anyone thinks anymore."
"Harry, please." Ron started to beg. "I don't want this."
"Yes - you - do." Harry whispered between kisses, pushing back Ron's covers with one hand, revealing his naked body.
*SLK*
Authors note: Well that took a bit of a twist. This part of the story was unplanned - apart for the dream bit. I just started writing and this is what came out. I was actually going to say that Hermione loved Ron, but I thought that would be a little too much. Ron's great, but I can't have everyone going after him. And anyway, I thought it would add something to the story, if I said Hermione was in love with Malfoy.
Here's how it goes, if you don't already understand: -
Ron wanted Hermione, but she started going out with Harry. Ron and Lavender were going out (2 years). Harry and Hermione are going out (2 ½ years) Ron, Malfoy and Hermione are having an affair together. Ron wants Malfoy, although he doesn't think of it as being gay. Malfoy wants Ron. Harry wants Ron also - And as for Hermione, she loves Malfoy, however, she also has feelings for Ron hence the threesome.
And no - Lavender doesn't want Hermione - she's just gone crazy, having been rejected by the very good-looking, handsome and intelligent Ron Weasley
Now don't be too hard on me because I've never written a SLASH story before. Please review. No flames, but you can tell me how to improve bits if you like. Thank you. I THINK I'm excepting anonymous reviews now. I thought I was before, but someone told me I wasn't so thank you to who ever that was.
Summery: Shock horror! Is Ron really losing his mind - Or could it all just be a dream ---
Ron's Evil Secret Chapter Four
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
Ron didn't move to widen the gap between them and he didn't resist when their lips touched either. The kiss made Ron ache. They both gasped for breath as each kiss ended and another began, the passion building between them. Ron had never been kissed with such passion and hunger before, not by any girl anyway. When Malfoy's hands started to move over his trembling body, Ron went crazy with desire.
"Oh God! Fucking hell, Weasley."
Any control that Ron might have had, disappeared with the sound of Malfoy's husky voice. Suddenly he needed to be the one in control. His mouth was hungry, kissing every part of Malfoy's gorgeous body, tasting his swollen lips, his hands moving to explore every part of his body -
"Ron,"
"Mal -" Hang on, that was weird. Ron's eyes fluttered open. "You've never called me Ron before."
"Huh," A voice came from beside him. "Of course I have! I mean, I might have called you dumb a couple of times, because, let's face it, when you say things like that - anyway, what else would you like me to call you?"
The person standing beside him moved to open his hangings. Suddenly, the room filled with sunlight as the curtains were thrown back too, and for the first time, Ron could see who was standing beside him.
"Harry!" Ron breathed, suddenly feeling the need to pull the covers right over his head. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Waking you up of course," Harry smiled as he sat down beside him.
Ron felt very flushed. His best friend was sitting beside him, he wasn't - well, he wasn't wearing much under the thick covers and with the dream he had just been having about - well, Ron was very glad that Harry hadn't noticed his - predicament.
"This is my room," Ron squeaked. He knew he was stating the obvious, but he didn't know what else to say. Harry was looking at him very strangely, which didn't make him feel much better.
"I know that. Your lucky to have your own room, mate. I would kill to be a Prefect. It's worth it just so you can have somewhere to be alone."
"Yeah, right." Ron said slowly. "Look Harry, I need to get ready -"
"Of course," Harry said, leaning towards him.
"What the bloody hell -"
But Ron didn't have chance to say anything else as Harry lips touched his. Fucking hell, I'm kissing my bloody best friend. This is really messed up. Not only was he shagging Malfoy and having an affair with Hermione, but he was now snogging is best mate.
"Harry!" Ron muttered, pulling as far away from Harry as he could. "I'm s- straight."
The smile on Harry's face scared Ron. He looked almost crazy and he certainly looked as though he didn't care whether Ron was straight, gay or whatever the hell he was.
"Keep telling your self that, Ron," Harry whispered, leaning in for another kiss, however, Ron pulled back, hitting his head on the headboard as he did so.
"I'm straight." Ron repeated, sounding determined. He was straight.
Harry sighed. "Ron," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "I know about you and Malfoy."
'Uh oh'
"Me and Malfoy?" Ron laughed nervously, pushing his very red hair back from his eyes. "I don't know what Lavender's been saying, but -"
"Shhhh," Harry lifted his hand to push back the remaining strands off hair that covered Ron's very blue eyes. "I knew before she shouted her mouth off, but don't worry. It just proved to me that you don't want girls. Your not straight, Ron. And now that you have me, why would you want Malfoy?"
Bloody hell. He was in some sort of nightmare. He had to be dreaming. Ron closed his eyes tightly, opening them again after a few seconds, but Harry was sill there, sitting in front of him and smiling that crazy smile.
"W-what about Hermione?" He asked, trying to find something, anything that would get him out of this nightmare.
Ron didn't want to hurt Harry, but he didn't fancy him because, well, he was a bloke! Harry was Harry, his best friend, his partner in crime. He would do anything for Harry, but he certainly wouldn't sleep with the guy. How sick would that be! It was different with Malfoy. It was hot and passionate and it was all the things that Ron would never find in anyone else, not even Hermione, who he had loved for years and couldn't have because she belonged to Harry. Now it turned out that Harry wanted him, not their other best friend. Could this get anymore twisted?
"She'll understand," Harry whispered, his eyes sparkling. "I doubt that she'll go off the deep end like Lavender, but she'll get over it in time."
Ron would have smiled, however, given the fact that he appeared to be in an incredibly bad situation, Ron managed to stop himself. Obviously Harry didn't know about Hermione being part of their 'sessions' because he would have said something. Ron happened to know that Hermione was very much over Harry, having been in love with Malfoy for months.
"I want you so badly." Harry's voice was hoarse, and his hand trembled as he ran it back and forth over Ron's bear arm, which made the red head shiver.
"What if we get caught?" Ron squeaked. He tried to push himself away from Harry, but he couldn't get any further away from him, short of being sucked into the wall. Ron felt an over welling feeling of fear wash over him.
"I don't care," Harry moved forward and enveloped him in a hard kiss that made his lip bleed. "I don't care what anyone thinks anymore."
"Harry, please." Ron started to beg. "I don't want this."
"Yes - you - do." Harry whispered between kisses, pushing back Ron's covers with one hand, revealing his naked body.
*SLK*
Authors note: Well that took a bit of a twist. This part of the story was unplanned - apart for the dream bit. I just started writing and this is what came out. I was actually going to say that Hermione loved Ron, but I thought that would be a little too much. Ron's great, but I can't have everyone going after him. And anyway, I thought it would add something to the story, if I said Hermione was in love with Malfoy.
Here's how it goes, if you don't already understand: -
Ron wanted Hermione, but she started going out with Harry. Ron and Lavender were going out (2 years). Harry and Hermione are going out (2 ½ years) Ron, Malfoy and Hermione are having an affair together. Ron wants Malfoy, although he doesn't think of it as being gay. Malfoy wants Ron. Harry wants Ron also - And as for Hermione, she loves Malfoy, however, she also has feelings for Ron hence the threesome.
And no - Lavender doesn't want Hermione - she's just gone crazy, having been rejected by the very good-looking, handsome and intelligent Ron Weasley
Now don't be too hard on me because I've never written a SLASH story before. Please review. No flames, but you can tell me how to improve bits if you like. Thank you. I THINK I'm excepting anonymous reviews now. I thought I was before, but someone told me I wasn't so thank you to who ever that was.