Oh my god, two whole months I've deprived you guys! In case anyone is still reading...my complete and full apologies! These past two months have mainly been dedicated to university applications and stupid AP English...but now that the former is done and over with, I can write much much much more!

Here is chapter 24...I won't keep you waiting! I've been so detached from it, I hope to whatever god(s) are up there that it all makes sense and is remotely well done!! Also it's a bit skimped because I don't want to get in trouble. To be honest, I don't know the difference between R and beyond so, oops! For those of you still reading and still interested...please leave feedback on how it's going and any possible directions you'd like since I feel so bad for not updating.

Cassie x

P.S. The only writing I've been doing (apart from this chapter) is another Ron and Draco but it's actually kinda angst-y so far...if you want me to post it, tell me and I will once I pick a good chapter break.

Chapter 24

"I doubt you could..." Draco began before Ron couldn't help himself anymore and captured his lips aggressively. The redhead took the blonde's thin bottom lip between his teeth and slid his tongue inside his mouth. Draco didn't exactly hold out to the kiss as he leaned into it and let Ron take control. Urgently re-exploring Draco's mouth, Ron's hands slid behind the lithe frame and immediately drew him close by the small of his back.

The familiar path the redhead's tongue traced across his mouth was somewhat comforting to Draco. He'd rather the passionate yet caring approach Ron took rather than the greedy insistence all his other flings had.

Instinctively, Draco's hands threaded through the tangled mess of Ron's hair. Upon the realization of this action, however, the porcelain hands did not linger, moving to settle on his shoulders. Instead of submitting under Ron's licks and bites on his neck, he pushed the redhead away from their current positioning. The arms hugging the small of the Slytherin's back did not allow him to shove off and Ron simply pulled Draco off the wall to him.

Adapting, Draco hugged Ron closer, placed his foot between the Gryffindor's legs and started to creep forward to the table. Ron didn't want to go along with Draco's advances, however. Frustrated, Draco again tried to push Ron along since he agreed to do this for the action and there wasn't any so far. Ron, on the other hand, was completely intent on staying put. He kept his tongue on a spot right below the blonde's chin and sucked it until a gasp came from the boy.

Impatience to have this Gryffindor inside him overwhelmed Draco and he slid his hands down, splaying across his back and down under his trousers and boxers, squeezing Ron's bum. A small, surprised yelp was released and the Slytherin took advantage by pulling him down. The two were now seated on the floor, half way from the wall and the nearest surface, a table.

The nimble, thin fingers were drawn to the redhead's shirt as he hastily unbuttoned it. When he finished, Draco moved his head so Ron could again work on his neck, targeting a spot he didn't know was so sensitive. Breathless, Draco asked, "Can I ask, why the fuck were you on the bottom?"

Ron lifted his assault on the blonde's neck and shrugged, his shirt coming down with it. "Seamus was used to being on top and he was the heartbroken one."

"Are you sure? I mean it's not something that you really like, is it?" Draco asked with somewhat a concerned tone, mixing in with the lust-filled lower one in his voice. His fingers lightly scraped down the other's bare chest, staring at him with his darkened pupils.

"No I hate it, so get on your back for me," Ron ordered, pulling Draco by his collar in for another crushing kiss. Taking no notice the fact that they were on the floor and in a room that they had no idea when inhabitants were coming back, Draco unbuttoned his own shirt, flung it off and leaned back. With the gentle support of Ron's hands on his back, he led him to the floor.

"That is..." Ron looked down at the sparkling eyed blonde beneath him, lips plump and hair quite askew. His own eyes widened to take all of him in.

Draco's eyes sharpened as if he missed something, "That is...what?" he asked impatiently.

Ron blinked, disrupting his concentration, "Oh...do you like being on the bottom?"

Draco snorted pretentiously, but found the tail end of it to be a lame giggle. "Much less work...and as we already know from me even being here presently that I tend to take the easy way out and like doing the least work possible," the boy responded. "But...if you're not going to undress for me, I will be more than willing to unclothe you myself to speed up this process," he badgered half eagerly and half seductively.

Ron, seeing no problem with the proposition, sat up and placed his hands behind his back. Draco sighed with mock irritation and sat up to do undo his trousers. Catching hold of the zipper with his teeth, he pulled it down to the best of his ability, causing a twitch in Ron. Near missing his teeth with the sudden shift in Ron's hips, the Slytherin's hands took over and slid around to clear his bottom.

The boxers came along with the rough trousers and before Ron could get them off, Draco's mouth incased his impossibly hard length. Not sure what overcame him, Draco disposed of all need for anything else as inch by inch he swallowed Ron completely.

Caught totally by surprise, the redhead groaned and threw his hands in Draco's already tousled locks. Not before long, Ron was near crying with ecstasy as the skillful work of the Slytherin brought him over the edge. Swallowing every minute drop Ron let out, both needs were sated.

With the throes of emotion seeping out, the drained Gryffindor leaned over Draco when he sat up, planting small, tired kisses on his neck. The blonde wrapped his arms around Ron and slid his hands up and down the sweat-slicked skin of his back.

The close proximity between the two bodies hinted that Draco was near throbbing, even when his clothing stifled it. Ron lifted his head up and moved his hungry hands and eyes to Draco's pants. The tight material made it difficult for the already worn out boy to unzip, but by the time Draco's hardness was released from its confines, Ron was alert and growing hard again.

Resisting to shove him down on the hard floor, Ron gave the blonde a fierce kiss and gave both of them time to kick off their under garments. Finally undressed and taking in one another's impressive sights, Draco rested on the floor and pulled Ron on top of him.

The electric sensation of Draco's pulsating hardness against Ron's brought himself fully to life and he determinedly grinded his hips down. The Slytherin's legs separated with each dry, slow thrust on his hips and, panting, he had to stop the Gryffindor from going much further. "Will you quit this? I'm going to come! Thrust from the inside," he insisted, wrapping his legs around Ron's waist.

"What if I want to be lazy like you..." Ron suggested, thrusting again, causing another gasp from the blonde, "...and just make you come right now without anymore effort?"

"I want you inside me now, Weasley," Draco whined aggressively.

Ron shook his head and thrusted again against the writhing boy, "We're back to last names?" he inquired, upset.

"No, Ron. Come on...please?" Draco pleaded.

Ron leaned down and gave the Slytherin a soft kiss, surprising for how turned on he was by Draco's admittance. "That's what I was waiting for," he smiled and thrust into the blonde's anticipated body.

Riding hard and deeply along with the tugging on him, Draco came after only a few thrusts with a near scream. Ron followed almost simultaneously and collapsed on the small frame after his second exhaustion of the afternoon.

Following a small groan of protest a few minutes later, Ron realized he was crushing Draco and immediately pulled out and shifted his weight, "Oh I'm so sorry Drac-"and gave him a sound kiss, releasing his lips with a loud smack.

After fully returning to a state of consciousness, Draco looked around. "What time is it?" he mumbled, sitting up.

Ron stood up, helped the blonde up and began to put his trousers back on. "Don't know and I don't care. Fuck Quidditch practice...I'm going upstairs to shower and then falling asleep," the weary boy replied.

Draco slid behind the redhead, wrapping his arms around his waist to clasp the belt, "Those sound like great ideas...mind if I join?" he asked roughly.

Although the idea sent a small shock wave through him, Ron laughed off the proposition, figuring he was joking. "Right...I suppose your other appointments would disapprove of once again having me, as well?" he sneered.

Draco pulled a small smirk but sighed underneath his breath and buttoned Ron's shirt for him once he got his own on. He ran his fingers slightly through the orange mane. "There you go, at least you're half decent," Draco commented with a soft smile at those blue eyes, which shortly thereafter rolled at him.

"Thank you mother," Ron drew out in a falsetto, grabbing his robe and heading for the door.

"Be nice Ronald," Draco scolded and playfully smacked the Gryffindor's bum. Ron cracked a smile and laughed, opening the door for his fling.

Heading over to the staircases, a younger Gryffindor girl near collided into Ron. Taking his hand and pulling him to the stairs she let out a distraught sigh, "Oh Ron, do I have news for you about Seamus!" Dragging him up the staircase, the girl led Ron away impatiently; leaving Draco in front of the staircase to the dungeons with his own distraught sigh escaping.

"I can't believe he would do this to you...that bastard! Do you know why he hasn't been around all afternoon?" she screamed. Ron was oblivious to most of her rambling since he took a glance back at the Slytherin going down to the dungeons. He smiled and then recognized the situation with Seamus and his boyfriend being back together.

Oh right; he still had to deal with that. He sighed and let her continue.