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mizukimarr910: soz about the zero bonding, but I added a wet dream and a kiss (i think...) so hopefully that'll savor yeh thirst for a while (sweatdrop) there's gonna be more 'aww Justin's got sexual frustration' though, so I'll have to fix that
Birdy444: lol soz about that, I want the bonding to be...well, long and sort of...I dunno sensual I guess, so it has a meaning...did I just turn all poetic? O.o
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Riley: yay! 8D me happy you liked me Ron lol everyone else will realize what idiots they've been too
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Chapter Thirteen: Day Two: Forgiveness
Their bodies moved together in the same beat, their heated kisses made them sweat profusely, the pleasurable sensations making them hungry for more.
They were moaning and groaning, calling the others name, begging for more, their beats going faster. "Justin," Ron breathed out, pulling him closer as the blond kissed the crook of his neck, "don't leave me..."
Justin opened his eyes to the conscious world. Sighing in defeat that the dream wasn't real he sat up only to realize that there was something wet and sticking between his legs.
'Crap...' he wrapped the bed sheets around himself and walked to the bathroom, not noticing someone staring after him.
Ron had gotten up earlier that morning to the sounds of Justin's moans. At first he tried to go back to sleep but when he heard his name being called in such a desperate manner, he stopped to listen, nothing ever seemed to turn him on as much as hearing Justin moaning in his sleep.
He jolted when the alarm clock buzzed. "Fucking hell!" he muttered.
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Hermione blinked several times as she tried to get over the dizziness in her head. She was sitting on the floor in an empty charms room. Once the dizziness passed she started crying, rubbing her eyes roughly yet still not managing to stop the rainfall of tears.
"I can't believe..." she tried to finish her sentence.
"What did you do!?" Pansy yelled, holding her girlfriend tightly, "why did you hex her, Draco!?"
"Retresa Vancuam Memor!" the blond said, pointing his wand at the furious girl.
The reaction was the same as Hermione's except she was more composed and just had tearful eyes, forcing them to not escape.
"I'm sorry," she breathed out, "I couldn't control...what happened?"
"The journal cursed you," Draco answered, sitting down next to Harry, "I'm not sure of what kind of curse, I just have an idea, but since you've all read that entry about me being insulted, the curse got you to overwhelm your anger, it didn't affect me because...well I don't know, I guess I wasn't angry."
"You were shocked but you just kept silent," Harry said.
"Yeah," he looked at the floor, "but I didn't let it affect me, you guys let yourselves get angry."
"I'm sorry," Hermione said, calming down a little as she took the tissue Pansy handed her, "I should have known...how did you know?"
"Lucius mentioned a curse like that years ago. It's an odd curse but it exists, I didn't understand until now because you guys were so angry, and Ron was so detached, the curse affected him in a different way so that he could depend on the journal more and make his anger grow."
"Creepy curse, almost like the Imperious curse, except it's by will," Pansy shuddered, "we need to find him and apologize."
"It won't be that easy," Harry sighed, "besides, I think he's found new friends anyway."
"Justin," Hermione realized, "maybe we can talk to him, explain to him what happened," she said, folding up her tissue in her nervousness, "he might understand...I mean he should, after all, he's in Hufflepuff."
"Then what the hell was that show Hannah pulled off at the Great Hall?"
"Don't remind me," Pansy muttered, hand over her face, "Justin's probably the not only friend, I mean everyone in Hufflepuff seemed to really like Ron, you may not notice it, but the first years look at him like they admire him, some of them at least."
Draco stood up, pocketing his wand, "before we get to any apologizing, we have to free the others from the curse, I'm sure it's contagious because Seamus acted like an ass to Ron, like Pansy."
"Hey!" she said indignantly, "it's not my fault I couldn't control it!"
"You let it," she silenced, "come on, there's a lot of other people we need to free."
The group nodded and followed Draco out of the classroom to the courtyard where they were sure to find quite a few infected students.
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Ron sat up straight and tried to clear his head, but he slowly started to sink back down on his desk, eyes drooping heavily. He tried to stifle a yawn but it escaped him anyway. Looking down at his parchment he noted down a few things Binns said about the Veelan revolution.
History of Magic was the dullest and most boring class in the entire school. Hell, Ron would have chosen Potions over it any day; at least he would learn something without falling asleep!
Just when his head was about to hit his desk, something tapped his shoulder. He looked at the person who may have saved him from a bruise in the forehead.
Justin leaned close to his ear. "We're going to Kali tomorrow, I need to ask her some questions, you probably do too," he whispered. Trying not to shiver too visibly in pleasure from the warm breath on his ear, Ron nodded.
"Why not today?" he whispered back, frowning in confusion.
"It's Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow, I'll explain later," he turned back to his work leaving Ron still confused.
"Mr. Weasley can you answer why Devan Algre is so famous in the Veelan revolution?" Binn's asked.
Ron looked at the professor blankly, he opened his mouth to say he didn't know but the bell rang and class was over. 'Thank God!' he screamed in his head.
"Well, we'll have to wait until tomorrow then," the ghost smiled, closing his book.
The redhead sighed in relief as he rested his head on his parchment. He heard a chuckle and blushed in embarrassment.
"Come on, we got Herbology," Justin smiled cheerfully when his mate stood up.
"Right...where was it again?" he looked through his bag for his schedule.
"On the third floor," he received a raised eyebrow, "it's safer now. And we're freer there, what with no one from the other houses there."
"Safer?" they walked out of the class, "how?"
"Well it's less deadly, we have to steer clear from the place where the monster that guarded the Sorcerers Stone though."
Ron tried not to laugh or look saddened by the memory of first year when he, Hermione and Harry got past Fluffy. But thanks to his deep blue eyes, the emotions screamed. He was lucky Justin was looking through a Herbology book and didn't notice.
"Ron!"
'Not again!' he walked faster down the corridor to the stairs, trying to get away from Harry.
"Ron stop!"
'Go away, please!'
"Goddamnit Ron would you please fucking stop!"
"Harry lea-"
"Hey guys!" Hannah interrupted Ron, "I've been looking for you two everywhere!"
Ron smiled. "Thanks," he muttered, Hannah smiled back and wrapped one arm over his shoulders and the other over Justin's.
"Now it's Herbology or bust!" she yelled aloud, making her two friends laugh as her playfulness, even though it was just an act.
Harry froze in his tracks, watching as the three Hufflepuffs walked up the stairs. "Ron..." his brows knitted sadly.
"Did you find him?" Draco asked, out of breath when he stopped next to the raven head.
"Yeah...but he wouldn't listen," he kept watching the trio as they walked off the stairs to the third floor, he gave an airy bitter chuckle, "they remind me of Hermione and me...when we were with him."
"What are they doing on the third floor?" Draco frowned, he watched as the trio disappeared.
"First year," Harry murmured, remembering his first year when he Ron and Hermione went to stop who they thought was Snape from getting the stone.
"What?"
Something triggered inside him, sad emotions spread like a rainfall, it was so fast that he thought he would break down right there in front of everybody.
Then he realized that he was going to break down, the emotions were too strong to control. In a few seconds he would be pouring a waterfall of sobs.
Draco noticed this and pulled him to an empty classroom, locking the door as well as casting a silencing spell. Once this was done Harry burst into tears, crying his heart.
"Harry? Harry calm down," the blond said hurriedly, rushing to his side, "calm down or else you'll faint or something, please."
"I-I...can't...help it!" he chocked out, "I it!" he cried on his boyfriends shoulder.
"Shit..." he pulled out his wand, "look at me," Harry looked at him, tears still pouring down, "Retresa Vancuam Memor," he muttered quickly. The spell hit Harry and he calmed down immediately, rubbing away the tears on his face with his sleeve.
"Sorry," he muttered, looking at the floor.
"You're still infected," he kept holding him; "the spell I cast only calms you. The curse is stronger than I thought," he frowned, thinking quickly, "maybe if we destroy the journal...the curse will break, I'll have to look it up but right now, you, Hermione and the others have to stay away from Ron. He triggers these emotions."
Harry nodded, "but what about the apology?"
"I'll take care of it."
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"I'll leave you two alone," Hannah said, a glint of mischief in her eyes, "don't be late for class," she grinned, walking off to join Susan and Zachary who were on their way to class.
They were alone again, but really alone now that the floor was deserted. Ron pulled Justin behind one of the statues covered in dust and cobwebs.
"What is-mmph..." he calmed down when a pair of lips were placed over his own. Quickly giving in, he let entrance to his mouth, Ron readily entered, massaging Justin's tongue with his own, pressing his body against his and getting a low moan from the other boy.
Trailing one hand down he tugged at Justin's tucked in shirt, sneaking his hand under it and caressing the toned torso slowly and soothingly, making Justin shudder under the touch and throw his head back against the back of the statue. He pulled him closer, one hand lost in the red hair.
Ron took this opportunity to trail kisses on his mates' neck, his other hand moving up from the boys' thigh.
"Ahem!" both stopped their little make out session and faced their head of house. The two blushed in embarrassment while Sprout just blushed for even watching, "if you two are quite done, I would like to get to my lesson."
"Sorry," they both said sheepishly, trying to make themselves presentable.
Sprout nodded and walked off to her classroom, muttering under her breath.
Justin turned to Ron. "Not that I didn't like it, but why'd you kiss me?"
"I dunno," the redhead blushed, "I felt the urge to. That wasn't my other half was it?" he paled.
"No, I think you're other half would hate me, Kali made him sound that way anyway," he shrugged.
"Oh," was all he said, not knowing if he should be glad or not.
"Come on, we're gonna be late," he grabbed his hand and they both ran to Herbology.
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The rest of the day had gone the same except the fact that all of the Hufflepuffs had to stay inside which made everyone, or anyone paying attention, suspicious.
The Hufflepuffs themselves grew suspicious, but for a different reason. They were afraid that there were spies for Vendredeans, watching them or talking to them.
It was in this fear that Ron cut his Potions class and was found standing at the front doors, looking out towards the lake.
It looked so peaceful out there, the late winter snow melting in the changing weather, the lake making tiny waves against the wind. He wanted to go out there and feel the bitter breezes, to feel the cold. Why did the cold winter comfort him so much now?
He frowned at the question, then softened as he remembered his training with Justin. That must have been it; the coldness reminded him of their training in the forbidden forest. They were alone together, with no interruptions.
The memory of when Justin broke down flashed in his head and he felt saddened. The vampire was so...vulnerable then. In that moment Ron felt strong, but now that he thought about it he felt guilty because of what Justin had to go through.
He was strong, he knew that now, he was strong enough to survive those losses. But it still hurt sometimes. It scarred him for life probably.
His eyes widened slightly when he realized something. 'He's showed so much emotion to me and not the others...well, maybe Hannah but he never said anything. I need to show him more of my emotions; I can't let him do all the work.'
Bonding
He instantly remembered about the eight days. Eight days and Justin would be taken away from him just like that. 'I'm not letting that happen,' he thought boldly, making fists with his hands, 'if bonding will stop it then fine! I'll do it!'
Before he could even walk away, the thought of bonding brought so many images to mind that he blushed deep crimson; blood was rushing down to one particular spot. Was he ready for bonding? He really did love Justin...right?
"Ron?"
The voice made him jump out of his reverie. He forced his growing erection away and turned to Draco, not knowing what to expect. He didn't do anything to him, he should be grateful for that at least.
"Yes?" he asked calmly.
"Have you stopped writing in your journal?" he was nervous, Ron could feel it.
"Yes, but not as much as before," he answered truthfully, "why?"
"It's cursed," he blurted out, "it affected you and the others who read it."
"Curse?" his brows knitted slightly before he remembered Justin warning him about the journal being evil, "...oh shit..." so he was right, he felt even guiltier now.
"Yeah, it's a contagious curse that can spread easily, if one person has it then their emotions get out of control, they speak to someone else and it infects them too."
"What about you? Why weren't you infected?"
"I didn't let it control me," he shrugged, "there's a counter spell for it but it's not strong enough, it just calms the person. Harry and the others can't see you or else their emotions start getting screwed up."
"Screwed up...the same thing's been happening to me!" he nearly yelled, "that's why I've barely been writing in that stupid journal." He felt like taking that back. He loved his journal; it was like an open door to his emotions. Once he thought through what he just thought he felt sickened.
"I know, that's what the curse does. If you destroy the journal then I think the curse will break."
"And...Harry and Hermione will go back to normal?" he asked a bit shakily and hopefully. He had another chance after all.
Draco nodded. "They can't tell you now, but they forgive you, I do too because I haven't been talking to you for a month, we're sorry for everything. Destroy the journal and everything will go back to normal," he walked away without an answer leaving Ron standing and wondering what to do.
He would destroy the journal, sure. But what about his other problems, maybe later, right now he had to deal with his 'condition.'
'They forgive me,' he kept thinking on his way to the inn.
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omg! So shooooort! And kinda (really) pointless...T.T soz people! Review please? (puppy dog eyes)
