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WARNING: Probably OOC Draco, some swearing,
(Later that evening)
Draco lingered outside after he spoke with Bill. It was a lovely night. The air was cool, the sky clean, the stars shining through. It was nights like this that Draco could find a calm inner peace within himself. He couldn't explain it, but it was better than any type of magic that existed.
Ron opened the door and leaned against the doorframe, bringing Draco back to reality.
"Your bed has been set up," he stated gruffly, in a way that Draco knew Ron must have put up a fuss about the arrangements.
"You'll be staying in my room," Ron stated as he led Draco up the stairs.
Draco smirked a bit. So that's why Weasley had his panties in a bunch.
The room was small, as Draco imagined it would be. A cot was assembled in the cramped space. It was practically pushed up against the bed, which had the most hideous orange bedspread. Actually, the entire room was decorated in the nauseating color, most likely because of Weasley's ridiculous obsession with the Chudley Cannons. Draco sneered at the posters of the pathetic Quidditch team.
"I always knew you had horrible taste Weasley, and this proves it," he gestured towards the posters.
"If I had horrible taste, I would have shagged you," was Ron's rebuttal.
Instead of causing anger, like Ron thought that it would, the comment caused Malfoy to chuckle.
"What's funny about that?" Ron snapped, offended that his insult didn't offend.
Draco looked him in the eyes. "Then there may be hope for me yet." There was a pause then, "Where would I go to bathe?"
Ron told him, eyes following Draco as he left the room.
(After bath)
Draco made his way back to Ron's room after his bath. He was clad only in loose slate gray pajama bottoms.
"Mmmm...Now that's a sight a guy likes to see," Bill commented lazily, openly admiring Draco's build.
Draco smirked as he approached the man. He opened his mouth for a silky retort, but was cut off by Ron.
"Merlin! Not this again!" He yanked Draco away and marched them both back to his room.
As Draco looked back he saw Bill wink at him and had the sneaking suspicion that he had just been set up.
Ron practically slammed the door behind them. "Don't you dare touch my brother, any of my brothers for that matter!"
"I won't," Draco stepped closer to Ron, running a hand down Ron's chest.
Ron shoved Draco away as if the touch had scalded him. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at?"
"You said not to touch your brothers, but you never said anything about yourself." Draco leaned to whisper in Ron's ear. "Weasley, I need you to fuck me."
"You know that will never happen!"
Draco smiled thinly. "Good night Weasley." He proceeded to curl up on Ron's bed.
"Wait a Malfoy! You get the cot!" Ron protested.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "A Malfoy would never sleep on a cot."
"But that's my bed and I'm going to sleep in it!"
"No one's stopping you from doing so."
"But you're..." Ron stopped as Draco's meaning sunk in. "I am not going to sleep in a bed with you!"
"Too tempting am I?" Draco stretched like a cat along the bed.
"Too repulsive is more like it," Ron muttered.
"Hm...I think you're just afraid." Draco peered at Ron from beneath his lashes, judging his reaction.
Just as Draco expected, Ron got all defensive, blustering about Gryffindor courage.
"Then prove it, sleep with me."
Ron knew it must be some sort of trap, but clenched his jaw and got into bed with Draco.
"What? No goodnight kiss?" Draco pouted.
"Sod off and die Malfoy."
Hidden by the darkness, Draco smiled.
(Next day)
Ron woke first. In the night, he and Draco had moved until their bodies were entwined. Draco's head was resting against Ron's chest, looking deceptively serene. Their arms were wrapped around each other, holding close. The only way Ron could get up was to shove Malfoy off the bed, so he did.
Draco landed on the floor with a thump. Grouchily, he looked up to see Ron's grinning face.
"Good morning darling. I hope you slept well," Ron said sarcastically.
Draco didn't dignify that with a response. Sighing, he picked himself off the floor. That really hurt. Ignoring Ron, he threw on a shirt and went down the stairs. He could smell waffles, eggs, cinnamon rolls, and toast as he made his way to the kitchen.
Apparently Weasley breakfast was a feast. Mrs. Weasley had prepared an obscene amount of food for the family.
After he had finished eating, Bill approached Draco. "So, did it help?"
Draco frowned. "I'm not sure that's any of your business."
"I said I would help you."
"Did I ask for or accept your help?"
Bill grinned. "Not in so many words, but frankly you need my help. You're making absolutely no progress. If you love my brother..."
Draco interrupted. "No one said anything about love," he scowled at that assumption.
"Oh? Then what is this about?"
Draco explained the situation to him, telling of his father's evil plots and what he needed to do.
"It's just about shagging." He insisted.
Bill raised a brow. "Is that all it's about?"
"Yes."
Bill had a strange smile on his face before he said, "Alright then. Now, I think the best course of action would be to..."
"Wait a minute. I just admitted to having completely dishonorable attentions towards your brother and you still insist on helping me?"
"Yep, now this is what I think..."
And Bill proceeded to fill Draco in on the plan.
(TBC)
Kinda short chappie. I hope that's okay. I hope everyone liked it, and remember that reader input is always welcome!
Izzy-chan
WARNING: Probably OOC Draco, some swearing,
(Later that evening)
Draco lingered outside after he spoke with Bill. It was a lovely night. The air was cool, the sky clean, the stars shining through. It was nights like this that Draco could find a calm inner peace within himself. He couldn't explain it, but it was better than any type of magic that existed.
Ron opened the door and leaned against the doorframe, bringing Draco back to reality.
"Your bed has been set up," he stated gruffly, in a way that Draco knew Ron must have put up a fuss about the arrangements.
"You'll be staying in my room," Ron stated as he led Draco up the stairs.
Draco smirked a bit. So that's why Weasley had his panties in a bunch.
The room was small, as Draco imagined it would be. A cot was assembled in the cramped space. It was practically pushed up against the bed, which had the most hideous orange bedspread. Actually, the entire room was decorated in the nauseating color, most likely because of Weasley's ridiculous obsession with the Chudley Cannons. Draco sneered at the posters of the pathetic Quidditch team.
"I always knew you had horrible taste Weasley, and this proves it," he gestured towards the posters.
"If I had horrible taste, I would have shagged you," was Ron's rebuttal.
Instead of causing anger, like Ron thought that it would, the comment caused Malfoy to chuckle.
"What's funny about that?" Ron snapped, offended that his insult didn't offend.
Draco looked him in the eyes. "Then there may be hope for me yet." There was a pause then, "Where would I go to bathe?"
Ron told him, eyes following Draco as he left the room.
(After bath)
Draco made his way back to Ron's room after his bath. He was clad only in loose slate gray pajama bottoms.
"Mmmm...Now that's a sight a guy likes to see," Bill commented lazily, openly admiring Draco's build.
Draco smirked as he approached the man. He opened his mouth for a silky retort, but was cut off by Ron.
"Merlin! Not this again!" He yanked Draco away and marched them both back to his room.
As Draco looked back he saw Bill wink at him and had the sneaking suspicion that he had just been set up.
Ron practically slammed the door behind them. "Don't you dare touch my brother, any of my brothers for that matter!"
"I won't," Draco stepped closer to Ron, running a hand down Ron's chest.
Ron shoved Draco away as if the touch had scalded him. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at?"
"You said not to touch your brothers, but you never said anything about yourself." Draco leaned to whisper in Ron's ear. "Weasley, I need you to fuck me."
"You know that will never happen!"
Draco smiled thinly. "Good night Weasley." He proceeded to curl up on Ron's bed.
"Wait a Malfoy! You get the cot!" Ron protested.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "A Malfoy would never sleep on a cot."
"But that's my bed and I'm going to sleep in it!"
"No one's stopping you from doing so."
"But you're..." Ron stopped as Draco's meaning sunk in. "I am not going to sleep in a bed with you!"
"Too tempting am I?" Draco stretched like a cat along the bed.
"Too repulsive is more like it," Ron muttered.
"Hm...I think you're just afraid." Draco peered at Ron from beneath his lashes, judging his reaction.
Just as Draco expected, Ron got all defensive, blustering about Gryffindor courage.
"Then prove it, sleep with me."
Ron knew it must be some sort of trap, but clenched his jaw and got into bed with Draco.
"What? No goodnight kiss?" Draco pouted.
"Sod off and die Malfoy."
Hidden by the darkness, Draco smiled.
(Next day)
Ron woke first. In the night, he and Draco had moved until their bodies were entwined. Draco's head was resting against Ron's chest, looking deceptively serene. Their arms were wrapped around each other, holding close. The only way Ron could get up was to shove Malfoy off the bed, so he did.
Draco landed on the floor with a thump. Grouchily, he looked up to see Ron's grinning face.
"Good morning darling. I hope you slept well," Ron said sarcastically.
Draco didn't dignify that with a response. Sighing, he picked himself off the floor. That really hurt. Ignoring Ron, he threw on a shirt and went down the stairs. He could smell waffles, eggs, cinnamon rolls, and toast as he made his way to the kitchen.
Apparently Weasley breakfast was a feast. Mrs. Weasley had prepared an obscene amount of food for the family.
After he had finished eating, Bill approached Draco. "So, did it help?"
Draco frowned. "I'm not sure that's any of your business."
"I said I would help you."
"Did I ask for or accept your help?"
Bill grinned. "Not in so many words, but frankly you need my help. You're making absolutely no progress. If you love my brother..."
Draco interrupted. "No one said anything about love," he scowled at that assumption.
"Oh? Then what is this about?"
Draco explained the situation to him, telling of his father's evil plots and what he needed to do.
"It's just about shagging." He insisted.
Bill raised a brow. "Is that all it's about?"
"Yes."
Bill had a strange smile on his face before he said, "Alright then. Now, I think the best course of action would be to..."
"Wait a minute. I just admitted to having completely dishonorable attentions towards your brother and you still insist on helping me?"
"Yep, now this is what I think..."
And Bill proceeded to fill Draco in on the plan.
(TBC)
Kinda short chappie. I hope that's okay. I hope everyone liked it, and remember that reader input is always welcome!
Izzy-chan