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Summary: Ron's meeting Draco in Hogsmeade. What will become of this?
Review Reviews:
(Dark Angel of Sin) - Thank you. I have updated. Draco is a very delicious fox ... not that I'd know. I'd do him too. Mwahahahaha!
(I Heart DM 11) - Thank you. Aww, was it really hot? I don't fancy myself as someone who can write scenes like that. I will write more. Oh, and I'll take a look at your story to see what's happening there. Miss you already on the list. :( We should keep in contact. Write me. Laters!
(Psi) - Interesting? Phaw! Thanks though.
(Magick-Silverfang25) - Yummy flirty Draco. Thanks bunches!
(Aloh Dark) - Yes! Fooling around ::waggles eyebrows:: Can't wait till they do more. Heh.
(Switch) - Thank you very much. :D (Lady Akuma) - Suspense ... haha! Cutie and a hottie. You mean you have to put up with that too? Lol.
(marvell black) - Wow! That good? Thank you. Yes, Malfoy is very manipulative, isn't he. I'll bet he has this all planned out ... or not. It is more fun with boys. Too bad JK Rowling doesn't think so.
(Red-Chan) - :D I will update! Arigato ... or thank you.
(greyscalesdarklight) - Wow! Nice name. I love R/D too! Thank you. Original? This? Hehe. Favs? Yay! That makes my day ::grins:
(WTC) - Yay! You like? Yay!
(chelsea) - The best? Yay! Only one you've read? Well, go read more. There's a lot better than mine out there.
(skinnyrita) - Humour! Dark angst! I love that mixture. Thank you so much. Nice compliment. Poor Harry. (
(Tigerlilly2063) - Oh don't worry about taking your time, I've certainly taken mine. Actually this would have been up here a long time ago if it wasn't for Grr! Screwing up. About Harry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to clear everything up about him in this story. It is about Ron, you know. But it has been suggested by a friend of mine, that I write a sort of brother-fic or whatevere you call it to this one from Harry's point of view. What do you think? What does everyone else think?
(PoTtErRuLz140) - Wow, what a name! That took some concentration to type. Lol, I'm just messing with you. Thanks for the complement, sometimes I feel like I am Ron ... when I'm writing. Lol, that would be funny to walk around and be like, "Hi, I'm Ron ... oops, no I'm not." Heh heh. Too much caffeine.
(ziona2000) - Hey, thanks for the tip. I went there and signed up. It seems to be kind of like in the whole set up, but maybe it won't give me as many problems. Oh well, we'll see. I'm still waiting to get a review from there though. Lol. I'll try to get the link on my profile.
(My-life-sucks) Does your life suck? Mine does too sometimes. Especially when I realise how lazy about updating here I can get. This place just makes me so frustrated sometimes. Gee, thanks for your comment though, although I don't know why people keep saying that. ::shrugs:
(ozumas girl) - Lol, they're falling in love slowly. Heh. I know isn't Draco sexy underneath Ron? That's all I'm gonna say though for now. Don't expect too much from this chapter though. Mwahahaha!
Ch.7 Hogsmeade Surprise
I awoke bright and early Saturday morning, the day we would go to Hogsmeade. I told Hermione and Harry that I had a little bit of 'secret' shopping to do. Hermione insisted it was a little early for buying Christmas presents. I just smiled and shrugged, happy they didn't know where I was really going. After breakfast the students planning to attend Hogsmeade gathered in the Great Hall. I couldn't help but look around for Malfoy. I caught his eye and he sneered at me. I glared back, baring my teeth at him. He casually lifted his shoulders, and looked away as he let them drop. I grinned foolishly as we left Hogwarts, thinking the day would be quite fun.
The ride to Hogsmeade seemed to last forever, but eventually we did get there. Hermione and Harry waved goodbye to me as they walked off together. Maybe they were going to shop for me while I wasn't there, but Hermione had said it was a bit early to buy presents. I scratched my head and looked around. Now I just had to find that meeting place. After digging the letter from Draco out of my pocket I studied the directions. Then, I frowned and stuffed the note back into my pocket. From what I could make out, the place was right beside Honeydukes. That shouldn't have been too hard to find; however, when I got to Honeydukes, I had a whole different story.
I made it to my destination. There was Honeydukes, and to either side were shops with a variety of objects inside. I looked at the directions again and frowned at the name of the place we were supposed to meet. There wasn't any place around called that. So, deciding that I had to get to the place, I walked into Honeydukes for directions. Draco would probably hex me if I made him wait.
After entering Honeydukes I walked up to the counter, where a young woman was standing. She looked nice enough, so I didn't feel as stupid asking.
"Oh, The Silver Serpent? Why that's outside in the alleyway. If you take our side exit, you'll come out right close to it." She looked at me a little suspiciously, probably wondering why I wanted to be in a place like that. I almost regretted going when I took my first step inside.
The interior of the inn, as I thought it must be, was horrific. It looked like just the kind of place Slytherins or dark wizards would meet. Mean looking wizards lurked in every corner. Some had hoods up so you couldn't see their faces. Others sneered at me as if I were dirt. Some of the people were talking in hushed voices so they wouldn't be heard. Who I discerned as the owner was tall and thin. He had long, matted brown hair and yellow teeth. He leered openly at me.
"Good day, young master," came his scratchy voice as he stood before me. "What could I do for you?" He touched my robe and looked me up and down.
I frowned at his revolting breath. Suddenly I realised some of the other men were making their way towards me. Were they crazy? Did I look like a person who had money? Now, I admit I was cleaner than most of them, but honestly!
"Stop!" came a demanding voice from the stairs. "He's with me."
I looked up at the figure in the black cape. I had no doubt that it was Draco, even with his face shadowed by the hood of his cape. I glared at him. I never asked for the prat's help. The innkeeper sneered and muttered unhappily as he went back to ordering the servers around. "More wine here! A bit more brandy for these fine wizards! Hurry! Don't be lazy!"
Draco walked the rest of the way down the stairs, and grabbed my hand. "Come on, Weasel." He lead me to a room on the second level of the building. Upon entering I saw a small bed with white sheets. It didn't look too stable, but Draco sat on it anyway.
Other than that there was a small nightstand, a stand up clock, and a window.
Draco smirked and patted the spot beside him. I sat down slowly, wary of the bed's condition. "Can you believe this is one of the better rooms?" He asked me.
I nodded. Judging from downstairs, that wasn't so hard to believe. Draco looked at me questioningly. "Why are you being so quiet, Weasley? What's wrong? You aren't nervous, are you?" He arched an eyebrow.
"No," I stated firmly, glaring at him. "It's just this place."
Malfoy nodded, but humor danced in his eyes. He was mocking me. My fists clenched the sheets underneath me. "You ..."
He cut me off. "We should just get straight to the point now." He pulled back his hood and slipped off his cape. I could feel my ears burn. Did he mean ... what I thought he meant?
He laughed. "Silly weasel. I didn't mean that point. I have something to talk to you about. That is, if you even want to talk." Draco quirked an eyebrow in a suggestive manner.
My face turned beet red. "No, we can talk."
"Thank you, Master Weasley," he put in sarcastically. Malfoy then reached into his cloak pocket and pulled out a small, brown book. Something about the book struck my memory.
"Malfoy, what is that for?" I queried. There was something so familiar about it.
"Patience, Weasley. I found this book that night, you know when I mean?" I nodded, and he continued. "It's strange that you don't seem to recognize it, considering it fell out of your pocket."
That's when I realised what the book was. Bloody hell! Then I figured, what's wrong with me having male porn? After what I'd done with Malfoy, he must already know I'm gay. "So, what's wrong with it?" I asked defensively.
He shrugged. "Nothing I suppose, except that it belongs to me."
I gaped. Well, that wasn't expected. "What do you mean it's yours? I found it in the library."
His eyes widened slightly. "So, that's where it went. Have you even opened the book? It's obvious that it's mine. Watch."
Draco laid the book down on the bed between us, then flipped it open. The figure I had seen that night once again emerged from the pages. However, now the reason for the recognition I had felt previously was obvious. That blonde boy was Malfoy.
The projection of Malfoy smirked and winked suggestively at me. "So," I started slowly, "you're a porn star?"
His eyes bulged at my words. "What?! A porn star?! Are you insane?! A Malfoy would never sink so low, you empty minded little muggle lover!"
I shrank back at the sudden, harsh blow. "What did you expect me to think?"
"The truth, you ... ack! There's not a word strong enough." He closed his eyes and leaned against the bed frame, taking slow breaths. I waited for him to speak again, and when he did his voice held no anger, just calm. "Weasley, have you ever heard of a sexual journal?" I shook my head. "I didn't think so. That's what this is. I received it as a present from my first male lover, and don't even ask, I won't tell you who. He recorded our 'encounter' and then gave it to me. I was surprised at first, but when the idea sank in, it was kind of exciting. Anyway, he told me that the book was a sexual journal, and that you could record your sexual experiences in it. I asked him if I should record masturbation as well. He said that I could if I wanted to. I didn't have to use it. In fact, I could get rid of it, along with what he previously recorded. So, I watched it, and found it rather enthralling. I kept the book, and used it to my full advantage. I recorded myself all kinds of ways, and used it every single time I was with someone else. Well, at least until it mysteriously disappeared. I think someone stole it."
I just stared at Malfoy, letting all of the details sink in. "Oh."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh? Is that all? Just Oh?"
I shrugged. "What do you want me to say?"
He sneered. "Nothing, I suppose. With you and your empty head, how could I expect more?"
I groaned. "Will you just get over it? I didn't really think you were a porn star. I just said the first possibility that came into my head."
"Well, that's obvious," he sighed, picking up the journal. "Weasley, I was thinking. I want you in my journal, but I didn't have it with me last time we were together. And don't get any funny ideas. I just want every person I've been with in there. Anyway, I was thinking we should fool around some more. What do you say?"
I blinked. Malfoy was so forward about that kind of stuff. I wasn't quite sure what to think of that. The only word I managed to say in response was , "okay."
He smirked and laid the book on the nightstand. I saw that it was opened to a blank page. So he was really going to record me, or us anyway, with that thing. I shrugged inwardly. Oh well.
Malfoy turned from the nightstand and walked over to me, stopping just between my legs. He leaned down and captured my lips, pushing me back so I was laying on the bed underneath him. Draco's lips roamed to my neck, as his hands undid my cloak, then my shirt.
"Buttons. Good choice, Weasel," he murmured against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned quietly and pulled him closer.
After pulling my shirt off my arms, Malfoy ran his fingers down my chest to the band on my pants. He undid the button and then the zipper, as his mouth traveled down my neck to my chest, where he dosed each nipple with a thorough licking. I lifted my hips to make sliding my pants down easier. I saw his lips curve upwards slightly as he pulled my boxers off.
"Wait," I said slowly, sitting up and looking him in the eye. "It's my turn."
He blinked, confusion written all over his face. I smiled and gently pushed him over so I was on top. Draco frowned up at me and murmured something incoherent.
"What?" I questioned, hesitating.
He shook his head. "Nothing, I guess. Please continue. This will be interesting."
I bit my lips and nodded. "Okay." I had been thinking. I knew Malfoy wasn't going to leave me alone until I gave him what he wanted, and I was tired of being treated like this. Obviously all he wanted was sex, and since that was all I was willing to give, I might as well just get it over with. So, that's what I was going to do. He just didn't know that yet.
I pulled his shirt over his head. "I thought you liked buttons," I commented, noticing the lack of.
Malfoy shrugged, "On other guys. On me I don't mind either way. I just figured it'd be easier for you this way. With your non-existent coordination and patience.
I glared at him, but decided not to take it farther. Any more insulting comments might have made me change my mind. Instead, I started undoing his pants.
"My god! You just get right to it, don't you? Ever heard of foreplay?"
I blushed crimson. "Well, I," I began indignantly, but he cut me off by placing his lips firmly against mine. I moaned loudly as his tongue sought out my own. He pushed me back over.
"Let me handle this, Weasley. You just haven't had enough experience."
"But..."
"No buts, Weasley. Just do as I say." He smirked and lowered his face back down to my mid-section, finding my bellybutton once again. Well, there went my idea. Little did he know what I was willing to give. Oh well, his loss. The thought almost made me laugh. I suppose he never would have guessed. Whatever!
I forgot all about my idea as his lips moved downwards again.
I sighed and pulled the covers up higher on my body. It was getting kind of cold in the room, but that could have been because I was naked. I groaned and shifted. That bed was awfully uncomfortable. I shivered when warm breath tickled my neck.
"Weasley, I'm going now, but I want to see you again." The bed creaked as Malfoy moved off of it. I turned to look at him. When had he gotten dressed? Oh well. Malfoy opened the door and began walking out, but then he stopped. He turned his head to look at me over his shoulder. "Oh yeah, next time we'll do something else." He winked suggestively. Before I could respond he had gone. I relaxed on the bed and it creaked loudly. What had he meant next time? Did he think I'd sleep with him again?
After speculating for a few moments I realised I still had to meet back up with Hermione and Harry so we could get back to Hogwarts. Quickly, I moved to put my clothes back on, using the sheets to clean myself off a bit first. After I was done I headed for the door, but paused when I noticed Malfoy's journal still lying on the nightstand. I frowned and picked it up. Well, I couldn't just leave it there so someone could find it and see me in there. So, I stuck it in my pocket and headed out the door. I moved swiftly through the common room of the inn and managed to get away before being harassed by the innkeeper or any of the guests.
There you go. Sigh Poor, poor Draco. He'll never know. Unless of course Ron decides to tell him. Lol. Isn't this frustrating? Damn it Ron, just screw him! Doesn't matter if you were going to, it's still your fault. Anyways, Review! Oh, I changed my email. Now you can reach me at No, I'm not related. Too bad. It's not even my real last name ::pouts:: Oh well. Tell me what ya'll want to see next or if anything's confusing or unclear. I want to get this right. Lol. This story's my baby. Help me out here. Oh yeah, chapter eight is just about half way done cheers But with school back in, it might be a little while booos Lol. I better go before I scare someone.
-Rebbie
Summary: Ron's meeting Draco in Hogsmeade. What will become of this?
Review Reviews:
(Dark Angel of Sin) - Thank you. I have updated. Draco is a very delicious fox ... not that I'd know. I'd do him too. Mwahahahaha!
(I Heart DM 11) - Thank you. Aww, was it really hot? I don't fancy myself as someone who can write scenes like that. I will write more. Oh, and I'll take a look at your story to see what's happening there. Miss you already on the list. :( We should keep in contact. Write me. Laters!
(Psi) - Interesting? Phaw! Thanks though.
(Magick-Silverfang25) - Yummy flirty Draco. Thanks bunches!
(Aloh Dark) - Yes! Fooling around ::waggles eyebrows:: Can't wait till they do more. Heh.
(Switch) - Thank you very much. :D (Lady Akuma) - Suspense ... haha! Cutie and a hottie. You mean you have to put up with that too? Lol.
(marvell black) - Wow! That good? Thank you. Yes, Malfoy is very manipulative, isn't he. I'll bet he has this all planned out ... or not. It is more fun with boys. Too bad JK Rowling doesn't think so.
(Red-Chan) - :D I will update! Arigato ... or thank you.
(greyscalesdarklight) - Wow! Nice name. I love R/D too! Thank you. Original? This? Hehe. Favs? Yay! That makes my day ::grins:
(WTC) - Yay! You like? Yay!
(chelsea) - The best? Yay! Only one you've read? Well, go read more. There's a lot better than mine out there.
(skinnyrita) - Humour! Dark angst! I love that mixture. Thank you so much. Nice compliment. Poor Harry. (
(Tigerlilly2063) - Oh don't worry about taking your time, I've certainly taken mine. Actually this would have been up here a long time ago if it wasn't for Grr! Screwing up. About Harry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to clear everything up about him in this story. It is about Ron, you know. But it has been suggested by a friend of mine, that I write a sort of brother-fic or whatevere you call it to this one from Harry's point of view. What do you think? What does everyone else think?
(PoTtErRuLz140) - Wow, what a name! That took some concentration to type. Lol, I'm just messing with you. Thanks for the complement, sometimes I feel like I am Ron ... when I'm writing. Lol, that would be funny to walk around and be like, "Hi, I'm Ron ... oops, no I'm not." Heh heh. Too much caffeine.
(ziona2000) - Hey, thanks for the tip. I went there and signed up. It seems to be kind of like in the whole set up, but maybe it won't give me as many problems. Oh well, we'll see. I'm still waiting to get a review from there though. Lol. I'll try to get the link on my profile.
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(ozumas girl) - Lol, they're falling in love slowly. Heh. I know isn't Draco sexy underneath Ron? That's all I'm gonna say though for now. Don't expect too much from this chapter though. Mwahahaha!
Ch.7 Hogsmeade Surprise
I awoke bright and early Saturday morning, the day we would go to Hogsmeade. I told Hermione and Harry that I had a little bit of 'secret' shopping to do. Hermione insisted it was a little early for buying Christmas presents. I just smiled and shrugged, happy they didn't know where I was really going. After breakfast the students planning to attend Hogsmeade gathered in the Great Hall. I couldn't help but look around for Malfoy. I caught his eye and he sneered at me. I glared back, baring my teeth at him. He casually lifted his shoulders, and looked away as he let them drop. I grinned foolishly as we left Hogwarts, thinking the day would be quite fun.
The ride to Hogsmeade seemed to last forever, but eventually we did get there. Hermione and Harry waved goodbye to me as they walked off together. Maybe they were going to shop for me while I wasn't there, but Hermione had said it was a bit early to buy presents. I scratched my head and looked around. Now I just had to find that meeting place. After digging the letter from Draco out of my pocket I studied the directions. Then, I frowned and stuffed the note back into my pocket. From what I could make out, the place was right beside Honeydukes. That shouldn't have been too hard to find; however, when I got to Honeydukes, I had a whole different story.
I made it to my destination. There was Honeydukes, and to either side were shops with a variety of objects inside. I looked at the directions again and frowned at the name of the place we were supposed to meet. There wasn't any place around called that. So, deciding that I had to get to the place, I walked into Honeydukes for directions. Draco would probably hex me if I made him wait.
After entering Honeydukes I walked up to the counter, where a young woman was standing. She looked nice enough, so I didn't feel as stupid asking.
"Oh, The Silver Serpent? Why that's outside in the alleyway. If you take our side exit, you'll come out right close to it." She looked at me a little suspiciously, probably wondering why I wanted to be in a place like that. I almost regretted going when I took my first step inside.
The interior of the inn, as I thought it must be, was horrific. It looked like just the kind of place Slytherins or dark wizards would meet. Mean looking wizards lurked in every corner. Some had hoods up so you couldn't see their faces. Others sneered at me as if I were dirt. Some of the people were talking in hushed voices so they wouldn't be heard. Who I discerned as the owner was tall and thin. He had long, matted brown hair and yellow teeth. He leered openly at me.
"Good day, young master," came his scratchy voice as he stood before me. "What could I do for you?" He touched my robe and looked me up and down.
I frowned at his revolting breath. Suddenly I realised some of the other men were making their way towards me. Were they crazy? Did I look like a person who had money? Now, I admit I was cleaner than most of them, but honestly!
"Stop!" came a demanding voice from the stairs. "He's with me."
I looked up at the figure in the black cape. I had no doubt that it was Draco, even with his face shadowed by the hood of his cape. I glared at him. I never asked for the prat's help. The innkeeper sneered and muttered unhappily as he went back to ordering the servers around. "More wine here! A bit more brandy for these fine wizards! Hurry! Don't be lazy!"
Draco walked the rest of the way down the stairs, and grabbed my hand. "Come on, Weasel." He lead me to a room on the second level of the building. Upon entering I saw a small bed with white sheets. It didn't look too stable, but Draco sat on it anyway.
Other than that there was a small nightstand, a stand up clock, and a window.
Draco smirked and patted the spot beside him. I sat down slowly, wary of the bed's condition. "Can you believe this is one of the better rooms?" He asked me.
I nodded. Judging from downstairs, that wasn't so hard to believe. Draco looked at me questioningly. "Why are you being so quiet, Weasley? What's wrong? You aren't nervous, are you?" He arched an eyebrow.
"No," I stated firmly, glaring at him. "It's just this place."
Malfoy nodded, but humor danced in his eyes. He was mocking me. My fists clenched the sheets underneath me. "You ..."
He cut me off. "We should just get straight to the point now." He pulled back his hood and slipped off his cape. I could feel my ears burn. Did he mean ... what I thought he meant?
He laughed. "Silly weasel. I didn't mean that point. I have something to talk to you about. That is, if you even want to talk." Draco quirked an eyebrow in a suggestive manner.
My face turned beet red. "No, we can talk."
"Thank you, Master Weasley," he put in sarcastically. Malfoy then reached into his cloak pocket and pulled out a small, brown book. Something about the book struck my memory.
"Malfoy, what is that for?" I queried. There was something so familiar about it.
"Patience, Weasley. I found this book that night, you know when I mean?" I nodded, and he continued. "It's strange that you don't seem to recognize it, considering it fell out of your pocket."
That's when I realised what the book was. Bloody hell! Then I figured, what's wrong with me having male porn? After what I'd done with Malfoy, he must already know I'm gay. "So, what's wrong with it?" I asked defensively.
He shrugged. "Nothing I suppose, except that it belongs to me."
I gaped. Well, that wasn't expected. "What do you mean it's yours? I found it in the library."
His eyes widened slightly. "So, that's where it went. Have you even opened the book? It's obvious that it's mine. Watch."
Draco laid the book down on the bed between us, then flipped it open. The figure I had seen that night once again emerged from the pages. However, now the reason for the recognition I had felt previously was obvious. That blonde boy was Malfoy.
The projection of Malfoy smirked and winked suggestively at me. "So," I started slowly, "you're a porn star?"
His eyes bulged at my words. "What?! A porn star?! Are you insane?! A Malfoy would never sink so low, you empty minded little muggle lover!"
I shrank back at the sudden, harsh blow. "What did you expect me to think?"
"The truth, you ... ack! There's not a word strong enough." He closed his eyes and leaned against the bed frame, taking slow breaths. I waited for him to speak again, and when he did his voice held no anger, just calm. "Weasley, have you ever heard of a sexual journal?" I shook my head. "I didn't think so. That's what this is. I received it as a present from my first male lover, and don't even ask, I won't tell you who. He recorded our 'encounter' and then gave it to me. I was surprised at first, but when the idea sank in, it was kind of exciting. Anyway, he told me that the book was a sexual journal, and that you could record your sexual experiences in it. I asked him if I should record masturbation as well. He said that I could if I wanted to. I didn't have to use it. In fact, I could get rid of it, along with what he previously recorded. So, I watched it, and found it rather enthralling. I kept the book, and used it to my full advantage. I recorded myself all kinds of ways, and used it every single time I was with someone else. Well, at least until it mysteriously disappeared. I think someone stole it."
I just stared at Malfoy, letting all of the details sink in. "Oh."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh? Is that all? Just Oh?"
I shrugged. "What do you want me to say?"
He sneered. "Nothing, I suppose. With you and your empty head, how could I expect more?"
I groaned. "Will you just get over it? I didn't really think you were a porn star. I just said the first possibility that came into my head."
"Well, that's obvious," he sighed, picking up the journal. "Weasley, I was thinking. I want you in my journal, but I didn't have it with me last time we were together. And don't get any funny ideas. I just want every person I've been with in there. Anyway, I was thinking we should fool around some more. What do you say?"
I blinked. Malfoy was so forward about that kind of stuff. I wasn't quite sure what to think of that. The only word I managed to say in response was , "okay."
He smirked and laid the book on the nightstand. I saw that it was opened to a blank page. So he was really going to record me, or us anyway, with that thing. I shrugged inwardly. Oh well.
Malfoy turned from the nightstand and walked over to me, stopping just between my legs. He leaned down and captured my lips, pushing me back so I was laying on the bed underneath him. Draco's lips roamed to my neck, as his hands undid my cloak, then my shirt.
"Buttons. Good choice, Weasel," he murmured against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned quietly and pulled him closer.
After pulling my shirt off my arms, Malfoy ran his fingers down my chest to the band on my pants. He undid the button and then the zipper, as his mouth traveled down my neck to my chest, where he dosed each nipple with a thorough licking. I lifted my hips to make sliding my pants down easier. I saw his lips curve upwards slightly as he pulled my boxers off.
"Wait," I said slowly, sitting up and looking him in the eye. "It's my turn."
He blinked, confusion written all over his face. I smiled and gently pushed him over so I was on top. Draco frowned up at me and murmured something incoherent.
"What?" I questioned, hesitating.
He shook his head. "Nothing, I guess. Please continue. This will be interesting."
I bit my lips and nodded. "Okay." I had been thinking. I knew Malfoy wasn't going to leave me alone until I gave him what he wanted, and I was tired of being treated like this. Obviously all he wanted was sex, and since that was all I was willing to give, I might as well just get it over with. So, that's what I was going to do. He just didn't know that yet.
I pulled his shirt over his head. "I thought you liked buttons," I commented, noticing the lack of.
Malfoy shrugged, "On other guys. On me I don't mind either way. I just figured it'd be easier for you this way. With your non-existent coordination and patience.
I glared at him, but decided not to take it farther. Any more insulting comments might have made me change my mind. Instead, I started undoing his pants.
"My god! You just get right to it, don't you? Ever heard of foreplay?"
I blushed crimson. "Well, I," I began indignantly, but he cut me off by placing his lips firmly against mine. I moaned loudly as his tongue sought out my own. He pushed me back over.
"Let me handle this, Weasley. You just haven't had enough experience."
"But..."
"No buts, Weasley. Just do as I say." He smirked and lowered his face back down to my mid-section, finding my bellybutton once again. Well, there went my idea. Little did he know what I was willing to give. Oh well, his loss. The thought almost made me laugh. I suppose he never would have guessed. Whatever!
I forgot all about my idea as his lips moved downwards again.
I sighed and pulled the covers up higher on my body. It was getting kind of cold in the room, but that could have been because I was naked. I groaned and shifted. That bed was awfully uncomfortable. I shivered when warm breath tickled my neck.
"Weasley, I'm going now, but I want to see you again." The bed creaked as Malfoy moved off of it. I turned to look at him. When had he gotten dressed? Oh well. Malfoy opened the door and began walking out, but then he stopped. He turned his head to look at me over his shoulder. "Oh yeah, next time we'll do something else." He winked suggestively. Before I could respond he had gone. I relaxed on the bed and it creaked loudly. What had he meant next time? Did he think I'd sleep with him again?
After speculating for a few moments I realised I still had to meet back up with Hermione and Harry so we could get back to Hogwarts. Quickly, I moved to put my clothes back on, using the sheets to clean myself off a bit first. After I was done I headed for the door, but paused when I noticed Malfoy's journal still lying on the nightstand. I frowned and picked it up. Well, I couldn't just leave it there so someone could find it and see me in there. So, I stuck it in my pocket and headed out the door. I moved swiftly through the common room of the inn and managed to get away before being harassed by the innkeeper or any of the guests.
There you go. Sigh Poor, poor Draco. He'll never know. Unless of course Ron decides to tell him. Lol. Isn't this frustrating? Damn it Ron, just screw him! Doesn't matter if you were going to, it's still your fault. Anyways, Review! Oh, I changed my email. Now you can reach me at No, I'm not related. Too bad. It's not even my real last name ::pouts:: Oh well. Tell me what ya'll want to see next or if anything's confusing or unclear. I want to get this right. Lol. This story's my baby. Help me out here. Oh yeah, chapter eight is just about half way done cheers But with school back in, it might be a little while booos Lol. I better go before I scare someone.
-Rebbie