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Warning: Bonding ahead! A.K.A sex (blushes)
Chapter Sixteen: Day Five: Bond
The hot water soothed Ron's tired body, its heat giving him a sort of wavy massage. The steam from the water had already heated the bathroom, fogging up the mirror over the sink.
The redhead sighed, resting his head against the round edge of the tub. As he rested for a while, Ron thought back to what happened last night.
After the odd feelings Ron and Justin encountered in the bathroom, Hannah brought them back to their rooms in the Inn, after seeing that they were alright.
The highly sensitive sensations were still there and it was getting harder for them to keep in control and not bond yet. Hannah had to stay just in case they broke and lunged for each other.
Mainly the night was spent on revealing their secrets. At first Ron was shocked to hear about the little affair Justin had with Zacharias, and then calmed down, seeing how hard it was for his mate to speak of it. Justin was a little upset about Ron still writing in his journal, but it was nothing serious, he even suggested for the redhead to continue writing the story he had temporarily given up on.
But when Ron asked about why his other half called Justin a traitor, the vampire didn't know the answer so he was left to a mystery.
"What about the chanting you did?" he asked curiously.
"Chanting?"
"Yeah, you said something in a different language before my other half made that cross."
"Chanting...I don't remember saying any kind of chanting," Justin frowned.
That was also a mystery, but since they both didn't know what it meant, it technically didn't block their path to bonding so everything was peachy keen.
Ron smiled to himself, remembering how warm and exotic Justin smelled when they went to sleep together that night. If they weren't so tired, they would have bonded then.
He grabbed the bar of soap and began to clean himself as slow as possible so as to make the warm hot bath worthwhile. When he reached his chest he sighed sadly, remembering the worse part of yesterday.
The cross that his other half had laid on him left a scar. It wasn't deep enough to stay forever, but it was still there, and as much as Ron tried, he couldn't heal the wound.
'Guess I don't need to complain about scars anymore,' he thought bitterly, fourth year came back to him, reminding him of the fight he had with Harry in the common room.
After he was done scrubbing, he went on to shampoo his hair. His mind wandered off back to the two months passed, when he had first written in the journal.
'I still don't know my bloody reason!' he frowned, dipping his head in the water to wash off the shampoo, 'I'm starting to give up on Quidditch, which is a hard thing to do by the way, and I haven't played a game of wizards chess in ages! I bet I'm not good at it anymore too,' he sighed, massaging his head with the conditioner that gave off a sweet smell of cherries, 'the only thing I've done so far is complain and write, my writing's not good either, I try to sound like those rich and fancy writers but I suck...maybe I'm good at sex but don't know it yet.' He immediately crossed that thought out and washed out the conditioner from his hair.
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"Oh my god I'm so happy for you two!" squealed Sally, jumping around happily.
Justin smiled sheepishly while on the inside he played images of killing Hannah slowly and painfully. Why did she have to tell the whole world about this?
"Where is he anyway?" the older woman huffed, peering behind them.
"Still asleep," Hannah answered, still giggling from telling her news.
"Hannah?" Justin turned to his friend, smiling painfully, "why did you drag me out here?"
"You need the fresh air," she answered absently before turning back to the positively gay Sally, "so what do you think they should where for their bonding?"
At this the store owner squealed even more, grabbing Justin and Hannah to a section in the store. To Justin's dismay it was the one which he nicknamed The Nasty Section.
He watched idly as Sally and Hannah ran around the rows of clothes racks and shelves, grabbing everything that they could reach. He was about to let his mind wander off when he noticed Sally picking up a certain object. "No not leather whips!" he cried out, getting nearly half the store's attention.
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The apartment was silent, the only noises were the tinkling of a spoon hitting against the inner walls in a mug as it stirred the scalding hot liquid inside. Its steam gave off the sweet smell of honey and lemon.
Kali hummed softly as she sat in the small round table in her kitchen, she stirred her tea a bit more before taking a long drink of it, ignoring the burns it gave off against her tongue and throat.
She set down the mug and sighed, staring at the half full cup. Her brown eyes slowly turned a very light shade of blue, dull as if in a trance. She opened her mouth and spoke it a harsh and low voice.
"The invisible war between Heaven and Hell will be set before the eyes of mankind; only the messengers from God and the Devil will bring in the peace and restore invisibility. The messenger from God is young and strong, brought back from its death from seven years ago, the messenger from the devil is a betrayer from hell, red haired and pale with a power unheard of. The invisible war will set before our eyes...the messengers approach..."
Kali blinked, her eyes returned to normal and she had a slight headache. Shrugging it off, she returned to her tea, unaware that she just prophesized.
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Ron stepped out of the tub, grabbing two towels. One he wrapped around his waist after drying his body, and the other he used to dry his hair. He walked out of the bathroom and shivered slightly as the coolness of the rest of the room hugged him.
"My reason...my reason," he murmured, walking to the closet, grabbing his uniform, "jeeze, I'm sixteen and I don't know what my bloody carrier could be!"
As soon as he was getting to fix his tie, the door opened and a blushing Justin stepped inside with a bag from Sally's Store.
"Her store's open this early?" the redhead raised an eyebrow.
"No, Hannah dragged me over to her when she was setting it up to open for the day," he sighed, "she told Sally about what happened yesterday and this is the result of her big fat mouth," he raised the bag.
"Whatcha buy?" he walked over and took the bag, looking in it curiously before looking back at the blond, his cheeks blushing at full power, "you were forced to buy this stuff...right?"
"Of course!" he looked even redder, "Hannah and Sally ran around the store, picking everything out, I had to stop them from getting a leather whip, which was embarrassing."
"Poor sod," he laughed lightly, setting the bag on desk near the window, "too bad we'll have to use it after school," he snickered.
"What!?"
"Sorry," he laughed, "just joking," he grabbed is books from his trunk, "come on, before we're late."
"Oh...right," he walked to his own trunk, his shoulder brushed passed Rons' on his way. They both paused and took in a deep breath from the sensation prickling through them heavily "...sorry."
"S'ok," he breathed out, trying his best to get back to normal. Justin was doing the same as he grabbed his books, "this is gonna be torture when we get to the castle."
"We can always stay and say we're sick," the blond suggested a little uncertainly.
Ron smiled quietly. "It would be nice to get a break."
They were heading towards the door when a loud and alert beeping sound interrupted their silence. The two turned sharply to the light between their beds.
It was blinking its fierce red light.
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Harry walked down the corridor that lead to the Great Hall, his stomach was rumbling in hunger, he was mentally cursing himself for waking up late. He brushed past the doors and momentarily froze.
A strange sight met him. While three of the house tables were full Hufflepuff was nearly empty, only a few were present and those were Zacharias, John, Susan, Ernie, and a Hufflepuff second year he knew by the name of Rose Zeller. They were eating their breakfast uneasily, sitting together in a tight group.
"What's going on?" Harry asked when he sat next to Hermione who, for once, didn't have a book open in front of her.
"Dunno," she said darkly, eyeing the practically empty table suspiciously, "did you see any Hufflepuff in the halls?"
"No," he shrugged, "I was too hungry to bother looking."
"Sprout's not here either," Neville noted, looking at the staff table. Those who were listening glanced at the table.
"I've noticed something," Hermione said slowly, still frowning, "every morning, like five days ago or something, the Hufflepuffs come in and leave from the entrance hall. And the schedule change too, they're never outside for classes, but I don't see them go outside when they leave or come. It's as if they came out of no where. I haven't seen any of them go to their own quarters."
"Stalker," Ginny said aloud, grinning at Hermione's affronted face.
"I am not a stalker; Pansy's been with me when we noticed these things!"
"And what were you two planning to do before you saw a Hufflepuff?" Colin asked slyly.
The brunette blushed, "shut up," she muttered, "I'm just saying that something's not right," she took a spoonful of her oatmeal and sighed, "I really need to study for the N.E.W.T.'s for next year, Neville can I borrow your potions textbook on..."
From then on Harry tuned his friends out, staring blankly at the little group sitting at the Hufflepuff table. Why weren't the rest there as well, stuffing their mouths like everyone else?
Dumbledore watched silently as the nervous little group ate their breakfast, trying to look like everything was fine and they weren't the only Hufflepuffs present.
Sprout hadn't arrived for breakfast; she must have gotten alerted like the other students.
McGonagall nudged him in the arm with her elbow, he turned to her and she nodded toward the side chambers nearby, "I'll take them there," she muttered.
Nodding Dumbledore turned back to his breakfast, furtively glancing towards the little group as the Gryffindor head of house advanced upon them.
"I knew we shouldn't have gotten up so early," Susan muttered miserably, poking her eggs with her fork.
"You're the one who suggested studying early for that damned charms quiz," Ernie hissed quietly.
"I didn't know the alarms would go off today!" she nearly yelled, trying not to grab too much attention, "it's not my fault!" she propped her elbows on the table and held her head in her hands in a distressed fashion, trying not to get hysterical. Zacharias wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him.
"Nothing's happened yet, maybe it was just a drill," Rose suggested, not very confidently.
"Come with me," the Deputy Heads voice scared them, "bring your breakfasts if you wish."
Immediately the small group jumped out of their seats and followed her to the side of the Great Hall near the staff table.
"If they come, keep going," the professor instructed.
"Why isn't Sprout here?" John finally spoke.
"She obviously got the alarm," she said dully, "I doubt she could have protected you all considering that she could get easily killed too...probably easier than you because of her age."
Before they reached the door to the chambers the doors to the Great Hall burst open. A group walked in briskly. One of them was holding a strange round silver device that had a cross in the middle.
They had cat like eyes that were shaped in an elfish sort of way, silver hair but in various shades of colors like pink, blue or green, pale skin that was brighter than snow, they were tall and very slender, dressed in tight clothes underneath their long hooded cloaks.
"Dusohrt!(1)" said the one with the device, pointing to the frozen group.
"Go!" McGonagall shouted to the paling Hufflepuffs, pulling out her wand, "how did they get in so quickly?" she muttered angrily, raising her wand. She was a second too late because as soon as she was about to shout a spell, one person (or thing) from the group jumped or rather flew across the Great Hall and knocked her off her feet.
For a minute everyone else sat stunned before screaming and trying to get out, tripping over each other in their frenzy. Some older years took out their wands and prepared to fight. Dumbledore and the rest of the bemused staff grabbed their wands and ran to the group of strangers.
"See!? Something's definitely wrong!" Hermione said in a scared 'I told you so' voice. She and Harry pulled out their wands.
The one with the strange device suddenly turned to Dennis who was frozen in his seat. "A mate?" the stranger said in surprise. He nodded to one of the people in his group and she quickly went after the paralyzed boy.
"Dennis!" Colin shouted, pushing through the throng of running students. Ginny stopped in her tracks and turned to help him out.
"Out of the bloody fucking way!" she yelled, knocking people twice her size to the side.
The woman that was advancing halfway in midair stretched out her hand and it turned into a long sharp blade.
"No! Dennis!!" Colin yelled, jumping on the table to get to his brother faster, frantically searching for his wand in his pockets and tripping over plates of toasts, oatmeal, and butter.
Before he reached him someone else did. Rose had run in her abnormal speed and leaped on the table, shielding Dennis. In an instant the woman finally reached them, her blade piercing straight through Rose's chest.
She chocked, a dark line of blood trickling down the corner of her mouth. As soon as the blade was pulled out fiercely she fell on her knees, her breathing coming in raggedly.
This somehow got Dennis to snap out of his shock, and to his own surprise he grew furious. Clenching his teeth, he pulled out his wand and jumped on the table, this time shielding the injured girl. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled.
Colin and Ginny froze in astonishment as a green light shot out of Dennis's wand, hitting the vendredean square on the chest. She was pushed back by the curse, slamming against the wall before sliding down, dead.
The four older vampires ran to the group of vendredeans, emadors forming on their hands. "Dennis! Take her with Harry and the others!" Ernie shouted, shooting his emador at an unsuspecting vendredean.
Following his orders, Dennis grabbed the quickly healing Rose and pulled her to Harry and Hermione who were helping McGonagall heal from the vendredean that first attacked her.
What the hell was going on!?
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Ron and Justin stared at the flashing light for several minutes, as if they were waiting for it to stop. But it continued flashing though the beeping had stopped.
"What do we do?" Ron asked, breaking the silence.
"We're not supposed to leave when it goes off," Justin answered a bit painfully, his brows knitted in worry.
Ron stepped out of the room, checking the hall; Sprout was walking down the hall, checking each room and checking off something from a clipboard. The lights in the halls were also flashing red as well. "Do you think they're all here?" he turned back to the vampire.
"I dunno, we woke up early enough to know who left or didn't."
"But I didn't leave, did you see anyone leave?" he closed the door and walked to him. Justin shook his head and shrugged.
"We're just gonna have to wait," he walked to the chair near the desk, sat and sighed.
"I say we go and see if anyone did go to school."
"And if they didn't? Then we'd be killed on the spot."
At this Ron's face fell. "Good point," he muttered.
"They couldn't get killed though, it's a bunch of vendredeans against a whole school of witches and wizards, they don't stand a chance."
"Right...I shouldn't worry," he sighed, trying to relax. He walked to the window and looked outside, it was the same as usual, busy streets, people walking, stores opening for a new day, "now what?"
Justin didn't answer; he was too busy admiring the way the night light glowed against his mates' tall slender figure. His pale moon skin glowed mysteriously, giving him an otherworldly look; his blood red hair seemed to sparkle a little when the moons light hit it at just the right spot.
"Justin?" he was about to turn but arms wrapped around his waist, sending shivers up his spine as well as slight heat. Maybe this highly sensitive senses thing meant something. He sighed and leaned against Justin's chest, causing the same reaction of feelings to spread through his body.
"All we can do is wait," the blond murmured, burying his head in the crook of the redheads neck.
Ron breathed in slowly, his back arched a little at the feel of warm breath tickling a now highly sensitive spot on his neck. He held the hands that were still wrapped around his waist. "Do you think we're ready?" he asked tentatively.
"What?"
"To bond."
Justin's head pulled back. He hadn't thought about bonding soon, though he really wanted to, but he hadn't expected it to be right after they told each other their secrets. "I'll only be if you are," he answered softly.
Ron smiled serenely, staring at the reflection on the window that showed them so perfectly close. "I am...we might not get another chance."
"What do you mean?"
"Being alone together, with our senses being so sensitive," he answered quietly and thoughtfully, "I think they're like this for this reason."
"What reason?"
"To bond."
Silence after that. Justin smiled, amazed at how smart Ron was. In the past when he was still with Harry and Hermione, the spotlight for being the brains was always set on Hermione. Everyone thought Ron to be some brainless hardheaded sidekick. But seeing this intelligent and thoughtful side made Justin love him more.
Of course, he already knew that Ron was smart.
"Are you sure you really want to do this?" he asked, trying not to get aroused too quickly (mostly because he was so close to Ron).
"Yes," he whispered. Holding Justin's hands a little tighter, "we've been through enough to know it's time. Plus now with my other half gone, I can think clearly and I know I want this."
"Oh, I almost forgot about him," he muttered.
"Don't ruin the moment," he laughed a little, turning around to face him. Justin stared into his eyes, the little darker specks of blue on his eyes were widening, becoming circles and easily blending in with the blue color, giving Ron's eyes a really dark and deep look that exposed more feelings than before, the dark blue blended so well that the pupils blended in, as if the blue be came darker in the middle. Justin knew his own hazel eyes were doing the same.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Years of shielding his hunger broke away as he pulled Ron into a soft kiss, deepening it but not getting so desperate, he wanted to savor this moment like Ron did with his bath from earlier.
Gently, he directed them both to one of the beds, sitting Ron down. Their clothes were already sticking to their skin from sweating since their continuously tender kiss. As they helped each other unbutton their shirts they didn't notice the door being opened.
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Sprout looked inside to see if the two teens were inside then quickly closed the door, blushing in embarrassment but still smiling knowingly as she walked to the next room. "It's about bloody time!" she muttered.
A third year ran over to her. "Professor Sprout!" he panted.
She blinked in confusion. "Yes Whitby?"
"Rose isn't here! I checked her friend's room but they weren't there either."
"Who are they?" she asked sharply, looking at her clipboard.
"That nice girl with the blond wavy hair, always fed the squid?"
"Bones."
"Her mate too."
"Smith."
"The guy with the silver hair and Ernie."
She circled the four names including Rose's. "Thank you, now go back to your room." As soon as Whitby scampered back in his room, Sprout took off, back to the portal that went to Hogwarts. "Shit!" she swore on her way.
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Justin pushed Ron back, their chests touching as he trailed his kisses on the redheads neck. Both groaned lightly at the touch, breathing heavily while pulling the other closer.
The blond trailed a hand down, feeling the smooth muscles before finding the button to Ron's trousers; he felt his canine teen elongate, begging to bite into the beautiful moon skin. But he didn't bite it, instead he moved back to Ron's mouth, his tongue exploring the warm wet cavern, tracing the perfectly straight teeth until he felt two certain teeth grow just like his.
Ron slid his tongue into Justin's mouth, doing the same exploring but with less desperation. Once he found the fangs, which obviously wasn't hard, he pierced his tongue on one of them, dragging it so that more blood could come out. It didn't hurt him, only pleasured him more, Justin seemed be having the same feeling too because he pierced his own tongue against Ron's fangs, drawing blood as well. They drank while they kissed, small lines of blood escaping from the corners of their mouths.
When they separated, Justin licked the excess of blood that was starting to run down Ron's neck. The redhead returned the favor, loving the taste of their thick sweet mixed blood.
He pulled down Ron's trousers, his hands caressing the long legs that were so warm beneath his touch. After hearing a small whine from his mate he pulled down the last remaining clothing.
'Oh my bloody damn...' was all Justin could think before fumbling his own pants, his erection throbbing painfully under the tight covers of the trousers.
Another pairs of hands helped him escape the prison of his clothes before pulling him to lie down, their erections rubbed against each other and they let out cries of ecstasy when surges of pure bliss waved on them like heavy blankets.
As soon as the heavy waves subsided Ron arched his back from Justin's mouth covering him whole, his talented tongue making a smooth motion as he bobbed his head up and down. The redhead let out another cry, trying to hold on to the thread that was keeping him from ending it all and come.
Justin seemed to notice his effort to stay on because he stopped, pulling up to have a taste of Ron's hard nipples. He felt the pair of familiar hands wrap around his back, pulling him closer as if to become whole with him. He shifted a little, using one hand to travel on his mates thigh up and down, gently pulling it up so it could sort of wrap around his side, he did the same to the other leg. Still sucking on a slightly reddening nipple he dug his teeth in and Ron's breathing hitched, he bit his bottom lip before Justin switched to the other neglected nipple.
Upon moving, his 'mini me' brushed against the Ron's, he could feel it still wet from his mouth, but it was also wet with pre-cum. Or was it his own? He stared into the blue depths that were Ron's eyes, his ever exploring hand going down from the toned abs to the southern regions caressing the hard member for a while then continuing on his journey, stopping at his lovers' entrance.
The former Gryffindor gasped and closed his eyes, new to the intruding finger as it was painful. After a few seconds he quickly got used to the finger but gasped again when another finger went in. He arched his back, panting faster as they commenced to stretch him gently. His heart was beating so fast he wondered if it was sweating too.
'Dumb question,' he thought, opening his eyes when the fingers left him.
Justin leaned closer, holding Ron's hips as he slowly entered him up to the fullest point.
"Bloody hell!" the redhead cried out, arching his back again. Even with his eyes closed he still saw stars.
"Are you hurt?"
He quickly shook his head. "Just...keep...going," he breathed out, wrapping his legs around his waist, pulling him closer while grasping the back of his shoulders.
Nodding, Justin slowly got out and then went back in, hitting a certain spot that got Ron to cry out again. As he kept moving, he watched lovingly and lustingly as his angel threw his head back, arching his back erotically. He was getting afraid that he would come before their beat got faster.
They were oblivious to their candle lit room, oblivious to the noises outside but their own. They only saw each other and this moment, their minds set on each other thinking 'I love him' over and over but not saying so since their eyes said it anyway.
He moved faster, gradually going in harder, moaning at the feeling of heat that wrapped around him tightly every time he went in
He fell into beat, relishing the feeling of having Him inside him and proving it by letting out cries and moans that he couldn't hold inside even if he tried.
But the time came up and they came, Ron before Justin, crying out one last time. Cum slid down the blonds stomach as he leaned down and kissed his lover a bit sloppily. He lay down next to him, breathing heavily. The heat that was still radiating off them felt palpable, tiring them.
"I love you," Justin whispered, wrapping an arm around Ron, pulling him closer.
"I love you too," was the answer, "so much that it hurts..." the second statement shocked Justin slightly and he held him tightly, his hand entangled in the messy red locks that were soaked in sweat.
They smiled softly, their fangs shortened but their eyes stayed the same. They drifted off to sleep, still holding each other no matter how sweaty they were.
Their smiles didn't fade. They were so happy now, unaware that on the other side at Hogwarts, their friends were in more trouble than they thought, and that the scar on Ron's chest vanished.
O.O um...wow? Ugh I have no idea if this turned out good or bad...it sounded poetic though...
Well they bonded so YAY!!! (whistles and throws confetti everywhere) Kay so they bonded, (checks of clipboard) all that's left is the other stuff (sweatdrop)
Dusohrt! (Doo-sort ('sort' pronounced in an English accent way): There!
(points up) Kay that there's a Vendredean word obviously. I've been working on the language and it's starting to confuse me, but anyway, there's gonna be more words in future chappys but not a lot to confuse you guys, that would be a waste lol, at least I hope I don't confuse you too much (sweatdrop)
Evil Ron: HEY! YOU TOTALLY FORGOT TO STICK ME IN THE BLOODY CHAPTER YOU BITCH!
Wp: Shaddup (sigh) you'll come in fully much later
Evil Ron: (eye twitches) how much later?
Wp: (checks chapter plan sheet) Um...in like...the uh...well I'm not telling!
Evil Ron: (raises ax)
Wp: You might show up in the next chapter! (sweatdrop)
Evil Ron: (slowly lowers ax) what about my Ronniekins? (He uses the puppy dog eyes trick plus the pout)
Wp: No darling, he belongs to de beautiful Justin
Evil Ron: I'll kill him...WELL THEN WHO AM I WITH!?
Wp: (shrugs) I dunno, yourself? Since you're a replica of Ron and you love him so much it's like you're in love with yourself really
Evil Ron: Well I know I'm sexy but Ronnie's so innocent!
Wp: And I'll keep him that way
Evil Ron: (mutters/sulks) Party pooper...review before I'll rip yeh skin off and sell it to a tailor!
Wp: That was a little...violent
Evil Ron: Shut up!
