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Chapter 3: No Wank Rule
"Merlin, what the…?"
"Ooooooowwwww!"
Click
"What's going on?" Draco groggily mumbled.
"Who is this?" the newly revealed face shouted.
Another whining voice from the bed was shouting as well, "What the fuck Zabini!"
Upon the realization, Blaise continued screaming, "Weasley! What are you doing here?"
Rubbing his cheek, he already feels the swelling, "Why did you hit me?" Ron demanded.
"I…I thought you were some kind of intruder…robber…I don't know!" he spat out.
Ron stared blankly at the boy through his not injured eye, "But I was sleeping!"
"The drapes were closed and I was worried," Blaise reasoned, running a hand through his hair.
Wincing at the sudden jolt of pain, "I like a bit of privacy when I sleep!"
Another click
"What are you doing here sleeping anyways?" the tone shifted to confusion as he turned on his own light. "Why I didn't know about this?"
"You haven't been here all night, Blaise," Draco answered sympathetically.
Sighing, Ron recanted the story once again as he held his cheek and fought back the stinging tears from the searing pain. "My bed broke and I'm supposed to room in here…where have you been?"
Blaise looked to the time, 1.30. "None of your business, Weasley," he replied coldly. "How long are you going be here?"
"Could be as long as a week," Draco informed his friend, getting out of his bed.
Ron admitted as the third wave of pain passed, "You have got quite a punch Zabini."
"Thanks," he replied proudly. Ron scoffed at this but groaned at the pain it caused.
"Let me see the damage," Draco requested as his hand ascended between them.
Slapping it away, Ron instinctively leaned back defensively, "No, piss off Malfoy."
"No let me," he pried the hand off his cheek. "Remember what Snape said? I don't want getting those detentions and house point deductions and I know you don't either. Fuck Blaise, just look at this." Draco beckoned the bully.
Thoroughly inspecting the bright bruise surfacing, he smiled in contentment. "Very nice. But yeah, how to get rid of it?"
"Maybe we'll find something in one of our textbooks. We can't go down to the library at this hour," Draco reasoned.
"I'm surprised you don't know any upkeep spells off-hand," Ron teased the blond.
"I don't need such things, Weasley," he rebutted, looking back.
While the two rummaged through their trunks for books, Ron looked to his left to see Crabbe and Goyle totally still asleep. Ron wondered to himself how they would be able to sleep through all the yelling…and then to a question of what goes on in these dorms typically that made them used to loud noises…
"Come on Weasley, help us find something," Blaise ordered. The two Slytherins were on the floor with a pile of books so Ron climbed out of the bed to join them.
"S'it always freezing down here?" Ron asked, groaning at the lack of warmth.
Draco handed the redhead a book and went back to flipping through another, his question unanswered. After much grumbling from Blaise about how he wanted to show the injury off, which was for almost 45 minutes, he found a concealing spell.
"Tis very temporary," he noted.
Draco gave the spell a quick one over and decided it was duable, "This'll do fine. It says it can last up to a day so we'll take our chances."
Ron grabbed the book to read it himself as Draco was getting his wand out. Checking for mutant side effects or pain factors, it seemed like a fairly harmless spell. Nodding to acquiesce with hesitancy, Draco took Ron's chin in his palm and turned it to face the cheek.
Taking a final examination, his grip tightened and he spoke, "Immendo y concealus" and a quick shock transferred to Ron's cheek from the wand.
Squinting and flinching from Draco's hold at the short shock, he rubbed his cheek to feel the swelling had already sunk. Blaise's look was encouraging, "Wow, all the color is gone already. Good job Draco."
The blond nodded and went back to his bedside table to put back his wand and grab a mirror. Ron looked at himself and it was like nothing had happened in the first place, but not being able to compare since he didn't see the original injury.
"Well now that it's settled…I'm going to bed. Night," Blaise cheerfully stated with finality.
Draco smiled to his friend with half a wave and leaned back against his trunk, looking to Ron. "Does it hurt?"
Nodding he rubbed it again, feeling the same amount of soreness, "Don't think I'll be to sleep now."
"Ah yes, a bit too much excitement for me as well…" he drifted off, looking to the ground, the bed, and then to Ron. "Do you…want to play some wizard's chess?" he offered with some civility; he didn't want another fight breaking out on Ron's first night.
"Yeah sure!" Ron enthusiastically replied. Reaching under his bed, Draco pulled out his pristine marble set with the Slytherin colors and the two set up the pieces. Ron did as much as he could to not gasp at the beautiful pieces, they didn't look worn at all.
They positioned themselves on their stomachs, receiving support from folded arms and they played in comparative silence. The game didn't get completed as the two boys fell asleep halfway through, both asleep on the floor, until daybreak.
"Check and mate you stupid piece of shit," Ron threw his quill next to the paper as soon as the last period was dotted.
Hermione laughed at the bliss Ron was in after the past 2 hours of moaning and complaining. "Finally done?" she asked.
Ron leaned back in his chair and stretched out his arms and legs. "Hey, some of us can't write a foot and a half in an hour flat…"
"Well, if it wasn't for me, you'd still be on 'the name of the potion is'…" Hermione reminded the Gryffindor, who was already packing up.
"It's a hard potion to spell!" Ron defended himself, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me…"
"Yes, yes, hurry to your Quidditch…" Hermione sighed, repacking up her current read.
Taking a deep breath, his mind was already on the pitch. "Hopefully it's not too far in, you can never tell with Quidditch; that's the beauty of the game…that and Harry and Malfoy could chase each other all day if they're too into it."
"True, but do take your paper to your room first. I don't want to be down here tonight helping you rewrite it if you get too carried away and lose it," she warned him.
"That's what I was planning on doing," he mocked her motherly tone. "But really…thanks so much 'Mione." Smiling, Hermione waved him bye without looking up.
The library was much closer to the dungeons then the tower Ron concluded as he ascended the stairs. He decided not only for the sake of the Gryffindors, and the misfortune of the Slytherins, but for the school's safety even, the library should be moved as far as possible away from them for fear that with too much exposure to books, they're bound to conspire against them.
Reaching the portrait, he mumbled "Slytherin rules" and quickly bypassed any wary students in there. A few suspicious "who are you"'s were sneered but he just ignored them.
Quickly wondering if any of them about were in, the thought was just as soon dismissed because all of Draco's whipped cronies would have been dragged out to support him.
Plus it was Quidditch. Against the Gryffindors.
He walked in and immediately froze still.
He was wrong.
Ron's ears perked up at the noise he at least thought he heard until it resurfaced. A sharp intake of breath. Followed by a moan.
It was…yeah.
Ron scoffed and shut his eyes, rubbing his forehead, because he knew those sounds. The other rhythmic noise accompanying the moans suggested the Slytherin was alone.
"Merlin. Don't they know of silencing spells?" Ron wondered. His thoughts then shifted back to his question about how sound sleepers they were and winced. He tiptoed over to his bed amidst the moans and opened his trunk to grab a jacket and put away his paper.
The noises streamed into his conscious once again, but this was because it was coming from his left, not his right. Draco's bed.
But he was at Quidditch…?
"One of Draco's so-called friends wanking in his bed? This I have to spoil. Very good blackmail opportunities…" were Ron's thoughts. He prepared himself for a more disgusting sight than someone under crucio and slowly peeled back the curtain so he could adjust in small increments.
However, it wasn't black or brown hair he saw, but blond hair similar to the bed's owner's. Not really similar, but more exact; the unique silvery strands could be identified anywhere as Draco's. He also noticed that the tone of the groans wasn't rough and low, but more subtle and delicate…but seeing this boy in front of him turning him on was certainly a distraction from that. Taken more aback at the sinewy form than the fact that he should be at Quidditch, Ron froze again in shock.
The Slytherin was still in Quidditch gear, his robe splayed out under him and he didn't even bother to get out of the rest of his uniform. His shorts were pulled down only to free his erection and his shirt was lifted up from his other hand settling under it, exposing a pale, white, toned torso and hips.
Draco's eyes were shut hard, brows furrowed, and mouth contorting at different levels of shock and excitement as he touched himself. With one hand settling back on his chest, from previously wiping sweat off his forehead, he stroked his chest, eliciting gasps.
The redhead's eyes followed down Draco's body from there…the taut muscles on his stomach constricting and where his hand was sliding furiously over his hardness is where his sight settled. It remained fixed until the next outlet of a moan was released. Realizing that at any moment Draco could open his eyes and see his enemy gawking at him with lust filled eyes, and that it wasn't such a good idea, a brief wave of panic overcame him.
Taking one last glance at the very attractive sight in front of him, Ron pulled back the curtain as quietly as possible, missing the smirk coming from Draco's mouth as he saw the hand disappear with the rest of Gryffindor.
Waiting to release a long awaiting exhale until he took the few steps to his own bed, he leaned on one of the bedposts to calm himself. Unsure whether to make his presence known or not, he shook his head and tired to clear his thoughts.
Why was he here?
Stop gap before Quidditch.
But Draco was here, still in his gear. "Was the game over?" he wondered.
Stepping back to the door, he straightened his constricting trousers and cleared his throat. "Umm…hello?" he called out, hoping his oh so cunning plan of acting like nothing happened would work.
The sound of Ron's voice triggered Draco to come quickly, being rather close anyways since he knew he was being watched, and he groaned out, "What?" and Ron saw a hand grab out for his wand.
Mocking surprise, Ron cocked his head, "Malfoy? Why aren't you at the game?"
A flushed, but smiling face emerged and informed the Gryffindor, "Well your brother, one of the twins, wasn't paying attention and was knocked out cold with a bludger…well it was malfunctioned we realized…but he should have been paying better attention."
All that Ron was paying attention to currently was Draco, so he didn't blame his short attention span. However, his focus did shift from the mental images of the blond's previous actions as with this news concerned infiltrated him, "Shit, will he be okay?" he asked.
"He'll be fine but since it was just a scrimmage we decided against continuing," Draco filled the redhead in, making more sense of why he was here. "Anyways, I'm beat," Draco added; Ron tried not to snicker. "…So I'll be off to take a shower."
"Merlin, I bet you're beat," Ron said to himself after Draco left. After running two plans in his head of going to see if his brother was okay at Madam Pomfrey's or cranking one out in his bed, after hearing the shower start up, he figured some more imagery would be better and made a dash to the tower for Harry's cloak.