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- February 14 - 1997 - Sixth Year -
Hermione had been missing from the Common Room since before dinner and Harry was entertaining a mystery girl he refused to give me any information about. I'd been trying to do my Transfiguration homework for an hour, but there was nothing doing. Every couple in third year or below was off in a corner giggling and blushing at bloody hand-holding like it was the most intimate act in existence. Didn't they know that some people were without dates and thus disgusted with having to see others all cuddly? Bloody rude, that is. Bloody Valentine's Day. Stupid card companies.
Frustrated at being the only Gryffindor without a significant other (Malfoy still refused to be referred to as one and was probably off entertaining Parkinson or some other rubbish), I packed up and went up to the dorms to avoid one more silly kiss on the cheek. When I reached my bed, I was surprised to find a box with a scrap of parchment tucked under it. Confused, I set my bag down and unwrapped the box. Inside, surrounded by green tissue paper, was a thin leather bracelet. I smiled to myself, slipped it on, and took up the note. "9 sharp. This has nothing to do with bloody Valentine's Day so don't even bring it up if you don't want me to hex you. Don't be late. -D"
Grinning, I check my watch. Fifteen minutes. I tucked the box and my bag away in my trunk and headed down to make my way to the tapestry. A few staircases later, I slid behind the clothe and went to sit down, shucking my trousers as I went. The bowl of strawberries was present, no grapes, and next to it was a bowl of melted chocolate. I stuck my finger in to taste it, yelped, and sucked it off, trying to sooth my burnt finger in the process. The chocolate felt like melted wax or hot tea just out of the kettle. What was the use if you couldn't even eat it without getting burned?
"Did you touch the food before I said you could, again?" I looked up to see him standing by the stairs with a raised eyebrow.
"You're early."
"No, I'm on time. You're early. And apparently eating the food." He sauntered over and I thought maybe he would hurt me, but he only pulled me out of the chair by my tie. His lips found mine and before I knew what was happening, I was being laid out on the carpet in only my tie and my left sock. Draco was kneeling between my legs and he bent my knee to rid me of the lone sock, eyes locked with mine in a predatory stare. Once I was down to just the tie, he crawled over my body, his own body left without even a tie, and attacked my lips again. I moaned and dug my fingers in his hair, one of my legs automatically wrapping around him to keep him close.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and lifted up on one hand to bring the fruit and chocolate down to the floor near my arm. I could feel the heat still radiating off the chocolate bowl. Draco gave me a sadistic little grin, dipped a strawberry in the molten chocolate and leaned down to write 'muggle-lover' on my chest. I hissed and arched away at the pain the heat burned into me skin, but Draco continued, un-fazed until it was complete.
"Are you trying to burn my skin off? Bloody Hell…"
"Relax, Weasley, this is going to be fun. Very fun." His grin widened a notch before he leaned down to lick and suck the cooling word off my chest. I moaned at the sweet sensation of his sucking my aching skin, soothing the burgeoning welts. "See?" I only grunted and pulled his face up to kiss me again, tasting the chocolate on his lips as my tongue wandered into his mouth. He soon pulled away once more and dipped down to write crookedly on my stomach "Blood-Traitor" before repeating the sucking process. Within half an hour, my upper body was covered in red welts spelling out: "Poor", "Worthless", "Potter's Shadow", "Witless", "Gryffindork", "Weasel", "Mine", and just to the right and left of my groin on my pelvis "D" and "M". By the time he'd gotten to "Mine" and "D. M.", I was panting and writhing beneath his touch and all but begging to be properly and thoroughly fucked. It didn't take much convincing for him to oblige me and oblige me he did.
Still panting, he lay to the side of me, his eyes closed and a thin sheen of sweat glimmering off his chest. He looked delicious. I dipped a strawberry in the still burning hot chocolate and leaned over him to write "Slimy Ferret" down his flank. His eyes opened instinctively at the first touch. "What are you doing?"
I flashed him a grin and began to suck away the sweet confection. "Playing." He gave a low, loud groan and arched up to my lips. I watched him slowly lose his senses as I continued, just as I had done under him. By the time he'd shoved me onto my back and begun to thrust into me again, "Git", "Prat", "Spoiled", "Deatheater", and "R. W." gleamed off his chest and arms in raised red lines. I was pleased to have taken back his body from You-Know-Who and reclaimed it as my own, especially now that a glammer covered his marred black scar so that only the two of us and those present at its conception knew of its existence.
Later, I lay with my cheek pressed to his chest, listening to his slowing heartbeat. His fingers were running up and down my spine, massaging slowly. After a long silence I looked up at him, "Why aren't you with Pansy?"
"Because I'd rather not have to be all lovey-dovey romantic when I have the opportunity to torture you into begging me to fuck you."
"Won't she be mad?"
"She can stay mad all she likes. She's starting to get on my nerves anyway." We stayed quiet after that and I would have fallen easily asleep had he not nudged me off and stood to dress. He left me with a searing, insistent kiss that left my knees weak and my heart fluttering.
- February 14 - 1998 - Seventh Year -
I wasn't sure if flowers were appropriate to get for another boy, but I bought him a rose anyway. Just one, I didn't want to overdo anything in case I was being silly. I waited for him outside the Hufflepuff entrance, somewhat nervous. When he came out, I was pleased to see how good he looked in a simple dress shirt and trousers. He was grinning and I took the opportunity to kiss that grin before giving him the rose and taking his hand; and then we headed up to the seventh floor. "How are you?"
"Excellent, you?"
"Very good. You look good, by the way."
He grinned wider and his cheeks slightly pinked. "Thanks, so do you." I stole a kiss from his cheek and we continued to walk in silence for a minute before he started talking about a nefarious plot of the Slytherins' to steal Professor Vector's test answers. We made it up the Room of Requirement and I made him stand against the far wall and clear his mind before pacing in front of the wall where the door normally appeared. After the third turn, the thick wooden door appeared and I grinned at Justin.
"Close your eyes, this is a surprise." He did so and I took his hand, leading him into the softly candle-lit room and shutting the door behind us. A large blanket sat in the middle of the floor now carpeted with soft, squishy grass, the ceiling was charmed to reflect a starry, perfectly clear night sky, and the sounds of crickets could be heard chirping from somewhere around us. The blanket was set for two and covered in picnic foods and sweets. I grinned to myself, pleased that the Room had managed to make things exactly as I had wanted them. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and leaned my chin on his shoulder to whisper in his ear, "You can open them now."
There was a small gasp of surprise and pleasure and he reached for one of my hands, squeezing it. "Ron, this is perfect." I smiled and nibbled on his earlobe and he squirmed slightly, batting at my arm before turning around in my arms. His hands wandered into my hair and pulled my face down to kiss him and I reveled in the smooth feel of his tongue languidly fondling mine. I let out a little contented moan and pulled him tighter for a moment before deciding that pulling away would be an intelligent idea. I was near ravishing him and we had still barely made it past groping, let alone nudity and the use of lubrication. Although 'taking it slow' was beginning to make me impatient (Malfoy and I had never really even considered the concept when we began, having stripped each other nearly naked on the first go and having fucked by the second), I was not willing to rush him. Justin was far less experienced than I was and, I suspected, this would be his first time.
"Shall we?" I asked after breathlessly moving my lips from his. His eyes twinkled as he nodded and turned to take a seat. I did the same, took his plate and filled it, handed it back, and then reached to fill my own. We ate quietly, drifting in and out of conversation, both of us content to just be in each other's presence.
At dessert, the rest of the food disappeared, leaving the blanket half-empty. We scooted closer together and shared a kiss before I fed him a chocolate-covered banana slice. There weren't any strawberries, thankfully, and I think the Room knew that I did not want any sharing of Draco with Justin. That would taint this relationship and I was not prepared to allow that. He took the fruit gratefully and chewed for a few seconds before leaning in for another kiss. We continued for a while, intermittently kissing and feeding one-another, until things became a bit more hasty. He had wandered into my lap and was straddling my hips, his fingers back in my hair, driving me insane. I trailed kisses down his neck and let my hands wander up the back of his shirt to smooth out against his warm skin. He let out a little sound of pleasure and ground deeper into my lap, the kiss turning hungry and almost feral. I followed his lead, tugging him closer. His fingers trailed down my back until they reached the hem of my jumper and tugged. Surprised, I let him pull it over my head, along with my t-shirt, and let out a moan when he began to lick and suck at my collar bone. Curious by this new development, I decided to see how far he was willing to take this and made to unbutton his shirt. He didn't protest and shrugged it off when it was finished. He kissed me again, cupping my face in his hands and pushing against me, our skin pressing together for the first time. We both moaned and deepened the kiss further.
His insistent pressing eventually had my on my back with him sprawled out on top of me and he began kissing down my chest. I had an inkling of where he was going when his fingers traced delicately down my sides to meet at my zipper. Worried that this was going too fast, I tugged him up to kiss him before pulling back to look into his eyes. "You don't have to do this if you aren't ready, you know."
He let out an impatient puff of air and rolled his eyes. "Look, I know you think that because I'm a Hufflepuff, I'm all helpless and fragile, and such, but I'm not. This isn't my first time and I'm not made of glass, so stop treating me like I am and hurry up and get on with it. All this groping with no satisfaction is getting me just a bit impatient."
I was taken aback for a moment, but then the forceful sound of his demand reached my groin and I growled, rolling him onto his back and devouring him. He giggled and returned the kiss with as much fervor. His fingers began to fumble with my zipper once more and soon I was kicking my trousers away and doing my best to get rid of his as well. I kissed a trail down his neck to his chest, flicking my tongue out at each nipple in turn. He arched up at the contact and a little moan escaped his lips. I grinned to myself and continued south, nibbling on the tiny flap of skin above his belly button (to which he let out a much louder moan), before removing his boxers. I took a minute crouched in the junction of his legs just to look at him. He was beautiful, splayed out and completely open for me to take.
He began to squirm as the seconds passed and I lowered my lips to the soft flesh of his inner thigh, leaving a trail of light kisses up his leg. I moved my kisses to the other thigh, deciding that, despite his requests for the opposite, I was going to take this slow. Whether it was his first time or not, this was still our first time, and that warranted patience and enough time to savor the first touches. He whined in protestation and I finally obliged him, relishing in the loud groan he gave when I finally took him in my mouth. His hand found its way into my hair to help me along as he squirmed and bucked below me. I lifted up before he could finish and crawled back up to his lips where mine were thoroughly consumed. While I groped around for my wand, he kissed across my cheek to my ear, panting as he nibbled on it. "I've been waiting for you to be inside me since our first kiss."
My eyes widened as I looked down at him in shock, "What?"
"What? We are having sex, right? Please don't tell me we aren't."
My search for my wand was successful and I relaxed into him, still slightly stricken. "Well, yeah, I hope we are… It's just… er, I've never… um…" My ears felt hot and I looked at his shoulder to avoid his look.
"Okay, you are not allowed to tell me you're a virgin. I know you've been with someone, everyone knows you've been with someone. I don't know who, but Neville is Head Boy if you're still a virgin."
My eyes grew even hotter, "No! I'm definitely not a virgin. It's just… I was always bottom. I've never been the one in charge…"
His eyes lit up and he giggled, leaning up to capture my lips. I responded to the kiss, allowing his tongue entrance. "Ron, please, before I die or explode or something." I laughed and said the proper spells to prepare before slipping into him. He moaned, a grin playing at his lips, and pulled me down to kiss him again. I went slow, still wanting to savor this. It was so peculiar to be inside another human being, and yet so incredibly wonderful. He was warm and tight and I thought I would go insane right there, but I managed to keep going, although mental clarity most definitely left me.
He was talkative in a way that Draco never was. He whispered strained instructions and words of approval and occasionally a mumbled word or three of affection when I hit a particularly sensitive spot. I had thought that perhaps the passion that I felt with Draco would be missing, but it wasn't. It was just concentrated on affection and emotional need rather than a physical need to harm each other. We were relaxed and tranquil, blissful even, and I took my time, stringing things out, basking in him. When we came, it was as one, and so sweet I thought I might die. I buried my nose in his neck and panted until my body stopped shaking. Once we'd both calmed down, I rolled onto my back and he leaned his head on my shoulder, cuddling into my side.
"This is quite possibly the best date I've ever been on." I laughed as I wrapped my arms around him.
"You're ridiculous."
"And you're comfortable. Let's stay here tonight. I don't want to go back to the dorms."
"You'd rather sleep in the grass?"
"Not comfortable?"
"No, it is. We can stay if you want."
"I do."
"Okay." We were quiet and shortly afterwards, I felt his breathing slow and he was asleep. I stayed up for much longer, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about what had just happened.
The next morning when I finally made it back up to the dorms, there was a box wrapped in silver on my pillow. Inside was a pair of green silk boxers and three chocolate-covered strawberries. The note on top read: "Midnight. For old time's sake?" The look on Draco's face when I entered the Great Hall told me I'd missed the appointment. I smirked at him and went over to the Hufflepuff table to sit next to Justin, wrapping an arm around him and kissing his cheek. There was a loud yelp from the Slytherin table as Goyle's goblet shattered for no apparent reason.
A/N: thank you to cassie once more for your brilliant betaing, i am forever in your debt :)
