2 days of snow equals ample time to write more slash! Three cheers for Noreasters! Thing is, I've had to babysit both days, ergo having not much time to write. If only I didn't have to babysit, I would of had like 3 different chapters done...but for now you can deal with this new one.

Thanks to the reviewers from the last chapter (I Heart DM 11, viu, and mintapotter) and please add comments if you want this story to continue.

Cassie x


Chapter 3

Draco was pacing irregularly to the stride of his rushing inner monologue, "Why am I still waiting here? Fucking git. I knew he must of caught on to my intentions; he leads me here and is now not going to show! It's almost been half an hour and he still hasn't shown up. Why did I even bother coming here?

Well...I'd do damn near anything to be in close sexual contact with him again but he probably knows this by now and is making me suffer on purpose! It's bad enough actually having feelings for that freckled, fiery red-haired, lanky, attractive...prat." The thoughts trying to seep in that weren't anger Draco shoved aside forcefully as his fury increased with every glance he made at the time.

Stumbling down the hall, tripping twice, was a near skipping Ron, full of a goofy grin and a dazed look about him. Again Draco questioned his presence here before berating the boy, "About time you show up."

"Sorry! For the past half hour I was trying to find my shoes...until I realized I was in the loo." Ron informed the blond, who was more than a bit irritated.

The Gryffindor was barefoot, like Draco, but he imagined Ron was for a different reason. "Did I keep you waiting long?"

"Of course not. I only came here a few minutes ago myself," Draco bluffed, blatantly lying. "I figure anyone later than me either isn't planning on attending or...off his head," the Slytherin scruptiously looked at the obviously off boy.

"Oh no, I took a bit too much of those painkillers. It's finally wearing off, thanks to Hermione's healing spell before I left...everything just kind of shut off," he held his head as he felt the spell fully take effect. "She said it would take a few minutes...but I have been pretty loopy the past couple of hours," Ron replied, his smile now fading at Draco's cold stare and his sight sobering.

A curt nod and Draco asked, "Well, where shall we go? We can't exactly do anything in the hallways for all of the portraits to see..."

"You do know where we are Draco...?" Ron questioned.

Looking around disdainfully, he could of sworn it was just a typical hallway, "Seventh floor corridor..." he warily responded.

"The same hallway as the Room..." Ron edged the Slytherin on, hoping to unobscure his confusion.

"And which room would this be?" Draco asked, thoroughly confounded.

Ron stared at the boy, amazed, "Why the Room of Requirement!" he said. With the lack of response, except for a raised eyebrow, Ron sighed. "You don't know what that is?" he asked, raising his uninjured hand to his hip.

"I really don't," Draco replied, looking around to find any sort of sign to be in front of him, like an arrow pointing to this supposed room.

"You have been deprived Draco! All of these years and you've never been? Come, follow me," Ron directed, grabbing Draco by the arm to lead him to the place. "I come here whenever I can to relax...it really is the perfect room."

Without a word he followed Ron's lead, reveling in the contact his now completely limp arm had with Ron's burning touch encasing it. Feelings of anger had all passed and his mind went planning how this will go in this Room of Requirement.

Almost bumping into the boy in front of him when he stopped, Draco looked on either side of the walls for a doorway and then looked to Ron expectantly. "Now it's right here. Walk past it three times and think about what you want in there...and it'll be in there."

"What?" Draco requested.

"Just do it," Ron replied.

"So you want me to think of candles and chocolates, a bed and a fireplace to be romantic? And it'll be there?" Draco suggested with a sly smirk.

"Whatever it takes to get you off," Ron shrugged.

Laughing, Draco suspiciously walked back and forth in front of it, thinking just about those four things. "Okay..." the blond said when he was done.

"Follow in," Ron ordered, pushing the curtain back.

With eyes full of wonderment, Draco saw the room dimly lit by the candles and fire, all in a drapery of green and silver. The large bed was similar to his own, as that's the bed he envisioned with its silver silk sheets and snake-winding bedposts.

"Neat isn't it?" Ron remarked, grabbing hold of Draco's arm once again to lead him to the bed.

When his senses of awe and need to gawk finally dissipated, he stopped himself, and Ron, in the middle of the room. Giving the blond a look of confusion at the disruption, his eyes soon widened at the intense look Draco had on him.

Not having any control, Draco slid his hand up the arm that was previously pulling him until he was at Ron's shoulder. Slinking it around the back, his other arm slid itself between the cast and his waist and pulled tight. Having no choice but to be crushed against Draco, Ron was soon pressed tightly against the smaller frame and was being teased immensely with a rather talented tongue on his neck.

After suffering quite a rough bite on his collarbone, Ron's head was being pushed down to meet Draco's awaiting lips and was subjected to a very crushing kiss. Feeling the Slytherin's impatience in his jeans and in Ron's mouth, he became paralyzed by the sensations.

Surprised at the boy's lack of poise and control, when he broke off from lack of air, all Ron could do was gasp. "I don't think I can make it to the bed Ron," Draco panted, his hands fumbling with Ron's trousers.

Unsure of what to do, Ron pushed Draco's hands off so he could be filled in more on the whole situation. "Wait. What do you think we're going to do?" he asked, watchfully.

Draco's unfocused eyes rose from the redhead's trousers, "Well...I want you to fuck me into this carpet so hard my back will be one huge brush burn," he stated quite plainly, his lust too controlling over his rationality.

"Whoa, I'm supposed to be returning the favour from earlier and that's it. Plus, I couldn't top like this," Ron reasoned, raising his arm up with a sigh.

"Couldn't you bottom then?" Draco near pleaded, quite agitated.

Ron's face contorted to seemingly almost disgusted. "I don't sub," he stated defiantly. "Just get on the bed so I can suck you off.

Draco rolled his eyes and turned around to walk to the bed. Being grabbed only three steps in by an arm around his waist, Ron rested his head on the smaller boy's shoulder, "You can't have any clothes on before you're in bed, that's a rule. Now I'll have to help you out but don't do everything on your own," he ordered with a smirk.

Never Ron thought he'd be the one getting to order this Slytherin around but he most certainly liked the power. Doing as much as he could, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and from behind, his hand freely roamed the smooth, taut chest that stiffened under his touch, as Draco immediately shrugged the shirt off.

In the meantime, Draco's jeans were also down and when he took a step forward to step out of them, Ron followed, not losing contact. Ron was quite pleased that Draco didn't change out of his tight boxer briefs from earlier and his hand slid down into them to have a feel before he ordered Draco to take them down.

Purposefully leaning into the taller boy when he bent down to take them off, Draco heard a small moan escape the redhead and he smirked before turning around to face the Gryffindor and start kissing him again.

After Ron had his fill of groping Draco's back and bottom, he moved forward to get the naked boy to the bed without breaking the kiss. Following through backwards, when the back of Draco's knees hit the bed, Ron stopped moving.

He began planting kisses down Draco's neck and chest, sliding down his body. When he sunk down to his knees and was to the bottom of Draco's chest, Ron pushed the blond down so his back was on the bed and his legs were dangling off it, his hard organ the tallest part of his body as it stood straight up on the edge of the bed.

Separating his legs, Ron resumed his position on his knees, but was now comfortably in line with his target. Kissing and nipping up Draco's left leg, his tongue trailed just below the boy's hardness and continued back down the right leg until it was at the beginning spot on his opposite knee.

Hearing the whimpering from the Slytherin above him, Ron figured it had been torturous enough as he dived in forward, taking most of Draco in his mouth on the first swallow. The blond's helpless hips were immediately held down by Ron's hands. Draco hissed at the abrasive burn the cast was giving him on his right hip, but it was mixed with the sensation of Ron's tongue swirling against his underside and the other tricks being performed that soon overcame the pain or any other feeling.

Sliding down to suck lower on Draco's balls, the breaking point came with a small nip between the two and the blond came with a small shout. It was supposed to be a warning but his body beat him out and most of his spunk ended up strewn in Ron's hair.

The Gryffindor flinched at the sensation but lifted his mouth to clean off the rest of Draco's limping organ.

"Oh I'm sorry Ron...I tried to warn you..." the panting blond sputtered out.

Running his hand slightly in his hair, he shrugged, "S'alright," but the look of disdain as he glanced at his fingers showed he was less than thrilled. Wiping his hand on the already soiled bedspread in front of him, he quickly rose to his feet, which triggered Draco to sit up, still a bit dazed. "I...I'm gonna get going..." Ron started before Draco stood up in front of him.

Now feeling the full embarrassment by the situation, being completely naked in front of Ron, he tried to reason things out, "I can just perform the cleaning spell...you don't have to go just yet..." he said as he reached for the wand in his tossed off jeans.

"It's okay, I got it..." Ron offered, grabbing at his own wand and saying the spell with it pointed at his hair. "I think I just need a really cold shower right now."

By this time, Draco had his pants and jeans back on and he moved closer to the redhead. "You wouldn't need a cold shower if you'd let me get rid of your problem...test out those chocolates..." the blond propositioned, his eyesight firmly fixed on Ron's trousers.

Ron shook his head, "Oh no, that's okay..." he started.

"You're turning down an offer? Why did you bother coming here?" Draco asked, stunned.

"Well I felt as if I needed to pay you back..." the redhead replied, shrugging.

"Are you saying you felt bad! No one feels bad for a Malfoy!" he argued, quite tempered.

Ron ran a hand through his cleaned locks, "No, Draco that's not it...I'm just gonna go now."

All Draco could come back with was a "fine" which he stated defiantly as he saw the Gryffindor leave hurriedly.

"I can't believe it. Does Ron not want me?" he questioned. "Unbelieveable."

Feelings of anger and jealousy flooded the boy as he put his shirt on and headed out of the Room. Before he left the corridor, however, his mind was already set on a plan. Halting his stride, Draco made his way back to the passageway with a few more things on his mind to ask for to aide in his plan.

"Feathers, roses, pillows, and lube."