Okay sorry for the delay! Anyways, this chappy is done and hopefully you like it; you wanted it detailed! Gah, no matter how much I l-o-v-e these kind of scenes, it takes a while to write. Mind you, most of this was written really late last night so I kinda skirted at the end.

If want the story to continue quicker, please review. If I don't get a lot, I'm not going to bother because just last night I made a list of how I was going on my stories. Turns out there's 3 stories that I want to get caught up on and end sometime soon. There's one I started in July and still haven't updated! This one will always hang around I'm pretty sure; as long as the reviews keep coming I'll try to satisfy the devoted.
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The reason I made the list was because I have probably around 14 plot bunnies for more Ron and Draco-ness! I want to get to some of them soon but it's really not fair to have so many unfinished stories going around.

So on to the next chapter!

Cassie x


Chapter 28

"What if I did want romance?" Draco inquired, blindly following the redhead who was heading into the shower.

Ron snorted, "Right. I'd say you were trying to ensure my presence within you or you were stark raving mad," he replied before turning on a shower.

The spray instantly saturated the Gryffindor's orange hair, causing him to flip his head back. The flying droplets smacked against Draco and the temperature made him flinch. "You do realize you still have all your clothes on…" Draco reminded the fully soaked boy with a sigh and a smirk.

"Strip me then," Ron challenged, refusing to move.

Draco took a step closer, beginning to feel the constant stray drops on his chest. "No way Ron. I sucked you off earlier and I won't have you naked until you return the favor," the blonde stated, sliding his hands slightly under his own shorts.

"Favor?" Ron stared blankly before casually shrugging in agreement, "Alright."

"Simple as that eh?" Draco thought to himself. "This boy really is easy…almost as worse as…ouch," the thought train stopped as Ron snapped his band again.

"You need to stop that," Draco ordered, laughing.

"Not into kink then? I always thought you were," Ron joked, sliding his hands around the blonde's waist.

Draco's hips immediately became slick with the wet arms surrounding him, enclosing the space between them. Looking straight forward to the drenched boy of his same height who was staring back into his silver eyes with a darkened blue, he was smiling.

With a look of confusion Draco asked, "How do you figure that?" taking a step closer into the shower.

"Oh well, just the comments about enjoying my present that started all of this…" Ron insinuated, sinking his hands into the back of Draco's shorts and moving the two directly under the shower.

The light strokes on his backside made the blonde's breath snag momentarily. Breathlessly he laughed, "I talk a lot of bullshit…you don't think before you speak…we all have our faults." He paused to lick his now damp lips, "Besides, I like the real thing and you don't like being impaled so it wouldn't work out after a while."

Ron shook his head to agree, "wouldn't work out," he repeated before sliding his tongue along Draco's lips, requesting entrance.

The Slytherin tilted his head back slightly to continue his thoughts; during which time Ron slid two of his digits inside his mouth. Draco took the opportunity of his attention to push back all the wet fringe stuck on Ron's fringe and induced, "Now I do request that after this I get some more time to shower. I don't want to go back with you still all over me."

Ron's mouth hovered, waiting the blonde's cessation of speech. After a short kiss, the redhead smiled, "Mmm yeah. That's fine…you neat freak. It would seem suspicious anyway, this being the what? the fourth time you leave with my scent on you?" Ron commented as his hands slid between his cheeks, brushing the blonde's entrance.

Before Draco could once again dwell on the observation of being with Ron so much, the familiar mouth was on his again to stifle his moan. Briefly attacking the tongue inside with his, Ron moved his hips up against the Slytherin's to fully wake up what lay half dormant beneath the shorts.

Draco moaned as he felt Ron's fully hard organ on his thigh and a saliva and water slicked finger slid into him. Small scrapes covered Ron's shoulders as Draco's fingers dug into them, soon to be replaced by his mouth as he sucked and nipped at a closely available area.

The thin, nimble fingers tortured Draco's inside as the redhead became more persistent. Breaking away quickly, Draco groaned at the loss. Ron saw the desire in Draco's darkened gray eyes and tossed aside any thought of taking his clothes off. He opted for removing Draco's shorts, sliding himself down with them.

Looking up at the impatient Slytherin, Ron scanned the ethereal site before him. Droplets ran down the drenched body, over hard nipples and along the flat and toned stomach, down to the small patch of blonde hair and to the place where his lips so desired to be, and where his hand was currently placed.

After following a few drops and their pathways, his eyes trailed up to see the boy's face. His eyes were closed and being hidden nevertheless by the platinum blonde fringe which stuck out in most directions, thanks to the Ron's untamed hands. He took in how Draco's tongue slightly darted out to lubricate his already wet mouth and elicit tiny moans of pure satisfaction.

The expression didn't last too long as the blonde wondered why only Ron's hand was servicing him. He glanced down, only to immediately catch the redhead's eyes. Ron didn't flinch nor shift his glance and Draco was drawn in. The look in the blue eyes was a new one to Draco, he noted. In the hazy thought processes, one to scan his mind while the staring contest was underway was just how many times he's stared into those lust filled eyes.

The fact that he couldn't count the times, while under the influence of being wanked off or not, it annoyed him. Morphing his look to one of impatience, it was all Ron needed as a sign that he awaited for the Gryffindor to swallow him down, which he did without a second thought. Savoring the bittersweet taste of the sweat and water slicked hardness; Ron's tongue was more than willing to fully take over his hand's previous position.

Pulling the lithe boy close and taking him in completely upon entrance to the desperate mouth, Draco could barely keep his balance. Steadying himself against with a hand on the shower stall, the groans reverberating in both Draco's and Ron's mouth showed that they were enjoying the change of speed.

Through the shower's barrage of water, Ron had to keep sliding one hand from Draco's hip to his forehead to wipe off the water, sweat, and stray fringe that obscured his view of the writhing blonde. The dislike of loss of contact as Ron's hand was on and off him, preventing him from near fucking his mouth, Draco used his free hand to grab the orange locks and keep it out of his face, as well as use it to push Ron closer.

Resuming past endeavors, Ron's hand slid to Draco's backside when he took control of the pace. Fingers explored in between cheeks until the sought out entrance was found, resulting in Draco growling. Just as a finger delved deep into the Slytherin, his hand left the other's hair and instead pushed the redhead off, in a mid-suck.

Breathless, Draco steadied himself once again and a bemused Ron looked up to see what was wrong, very concerned. A small laugh came from the blonde as he stared back at the Gryffindor. "If you intend on stretching me out, your next move better be to fuck me. I hate those teasing ministrations just to make me come," he grunted, satisfied he got such big words out at the time, and kneeled down to Ron.

Impatiently, Draco unbuttoned and unzippered the trousers, as Ron used the time to peel off his wet shirt. Before getting his trousers and boxers down, Draco's eyes met Ron and he directly leaned over to dominate Draco and slipped an arm behind his back to lower him down. Careful and delicate was his manner with the maneuver to make sure Draco was as comfortable as he could be on the damp, cold, tiled floor.

He resumed stretching the boy underneath him with his fingers as his lips sought the other's. Letting Draco take control during their normal battle with tongues slowed the typical pace. Ron also took his time both exploring the mouth and inside the Slytherin with excruciating detail.

Becoming restless, Draco reached for Ron's length and tugged hard, as his moans of urgency to speed him up failed. Breaking away to curse, the dark shade that conquered Draco's light eyes caught with Ron's once he opened his. Ron suddenly changed the positions to prepare for his entrance.

The thin legs wrapped around Ron's back tight as the boy slid in quickly; taking it slow, Ron ensured, would make him come on sight. Hissing slightly, Draco scowled at the redhead but quickly recovered, squeezing and pulling himself deeper. Complying, Ron immediately sped up the pace and began stroking Draco.

The contrast of the heat the two boys were making and the cold droplets on their skin, Ron swore created a steam that wasn't just from the shower. Irregular yet rhythmic breathing between the Slytherin and Gryffindor were also quite different to the steady waterfall from the showerhead in an otherwise completely tranquil room. The moans intertwining as their bodied forcefully collided repeatedly ensured the notion in both of them that they weren't going to last long.

Ron was the first to lose control, his orgasm tearing through as he spilled himself into Draco while buried deep inside. Draco followed as the final thrust heavily hit his spot, come splattering everywhere. The Gryffindor nearly fell on top of Draco while still inside him and groaned at the discomfort but didn't bother moving.

Seeing some of his adhesiveness in Ron's hair, whose head was resting on his chest, Draco picked it out and licked it off his fingers. "Now isn't the time to be a tease," Ron criticized as he watched him.

Draco rolled his eyes, "That's not it…I just taste better than you."

"Sure you do," Ron conceded, snuggling more against the blonde underneath as the water cleansed the two. The redhead continued to lie on top of Draco, kissing whatever was within a craned neck's radius. "Wish we could sleep here," he suggested, yawning.

"Well you can you know, but you'll get the shit beat out of you," Draco soberly snickered.

Ron smiled and nudged against the porcelain skin once again, "So where shall we go?" he asked.

A huge sigh escaped from the annoyed Slytherin. Abruptly pushing Ron out of him and sitting up, Draco shrugged, "You shall go back to your tower and do…whatever studying thing you have to do…" he retorted with finality.

Confused at the sudden shift in disposition, he tried to get closer once again to Draco. "Well I don't have to go just yet. Besides, I don't mind if you distract me…" he insinuated, leaning in for a kiss.

Draco stood up, avoiding the redhead. "Ugh, haven't we distracted each other enough? This is all getting too casual…too…familiar," he responded exasperatingly, gesturing madly to help explain his frustration.

"Well…" Ron trailed off, completely unsure about what to say, being caught so off-guard.

"You'll be leaving now," Draco cut-in sharply. "Now, so I can finish my shower," he turned his back to Ron to face the cool spray.

Ron got up as well, "Wouldn't want you to reek of me," he replied, embittered.

"Glad you understand," Draco said airily, reaching for the nearby soap.

Ron grabbed his soaked clothes, a nearby towel, and his robe, the only dry clothing he had, thankfully, brought. Seeing no look of remorse, or concern for that matter, on the Slytherin's face, Ron scowled and exited the showers, slamming the door.