Chapter Twelve
The End of Me.
A/N: I know I said that I would wait until I recieved ten more reviews but CatC10 convinced me...
Besides I want to start a project on how many hp fics I am able to do before the 6th book is out.
Shateiel.
Its been less than a week and I hate life more than ever.
I want to just kill myself whilst I have the chance.
I've seen 4 different people.
Very talkative people.
I spend hours counting the layers of dust on books.
That is how my days are spent.
I could kill myself of boredom.
I was told that all of my family was coming to see me. There was to be a banquet so I wouldn't be the centre of attention.
I shrugged and continued reading the most uninteresting book in the history of mankind.
Though now that the time has come for the 'banquet' the nervousness has started to creep in.
I hate the feeling.
People are stating to come in. Glancing nervously at me and slowly mingling together. Needless to say I'm relieved.
Random people have given me smiles and hugged me despite my stiff form. I must clash with myself wearing orange with red hair.
But "Mother" said my favourite colour was orange. So why should I disagree.
Two people ahve been staring at me the entire night. A girl with brown hair and intelligent eyes, and a boy with pitch black hair and emerald green eyes. Cute, both of them. But somehow not what I want.
The night goes on and I lose myself in the gaggle of so many people.
Finally I find the food.
I eat it slowly, reveling in the taste and the fact that I want to stay anti- social.
"You know Ron, I've never seen you eat politely." The black hair boy.
I smirk, " Well, obviously considering going insane I needed to learn a few things about Ethics."
He frowns.
"Harry! Glad you made it!"
I swear everytime they speak the same words at the same time I'm going schitzophenic.
Grinning at him they launch into a conversation that I care nothing about.
Scanning the room my eyes fall onto a man with a stern face across the room talking to a woman with electric blue hair.
My breathing stays.
The face of flames.
"Hey Ron! Where are you going?"
I move towards the closest door.
"... need fresh air."
Need it so bad.
My lungs hurt with every unneeded deep breath of air I take. But I don't care. I just scared the hell out of myself.
The outside, for its shabbiness, has a calming effect. The too long hedges, and the gnomes that are hiding.
For all the poor gardening, it has a sort-of charming loveliness to it.
I can't help myslef but smile.
Peaceful.
Laying on the grass is probably something that I'll regret later, but I do.
My gaurd is down as the thougts in my mind cease for awhile. Sso I am beyond startled when I sense someone sitting down beside my outstretched body.
I expected it to be the dark-haired boy. But no it isn't.
The brown eyes that stare at me are somewhat charming. It may be just the because of the fact that he's leaning over me.
Looking up into brown eyes I feel as though there is everything that is life in there.
The flush cheeks and fast erratic breathing.
But all I see are lips. As they lean down to touch mine. The world falls behind. For him it is a small brush of lips, before I smash my body up to his. He loses his balance and falls on top of me, his mouth opening to cry out in surprise as I slip my tongue inside.
My arms and legs are around his long body, as if trying to melt our limbs.
If I wasn't crazy than maybe the voice would've embarrassed me too.
"Percy, perhaps it would be best if Ron stayed with you." One of the doubles says. HIs look pierces into my own as "Percy" tries to regain his lost dignity. His flush face and glasses that pained my face are screwed up. He glances at the double and says quietly:
"Are you sure thats a good idea?" Nervous, yet I cannot help but keep touching him. The double nods.
"Harry's told us the entire story. The doctor's say that he likes to draw you... after the whole 'Malfoy' fiasco I think anything to make Ron, Ron again will be a great thing..."
"Percy" tries to still my hands as they move all over. Succeeds as I satrt planting butterfly kisses on his neck.
"...you don't hate me?" Sad, I want him to be happy as I glare at the double.
The double stares a t me, as I continue to ignore the struggle of will plaguing "Percy". Starting to kiss along his jawline.
"... no Percy. The windows aren't exactly blackened out. We seen Ron's insistance."
I smile into my kiss on the side of his mouth.
I barely claim his lips again before he leans back and asks in a squeaky voice.
"To my flat? Alone? But..." Worried red eyebrows furrow.
I touch the flames on his head. Watching them slide between my fingers...
"Percy. He's not a damned china doll, just take him now and we'll see you for dinner tomorrow."
"...how?"
"Apparate, idiot."
"Percy's" adam's apple bobs as he nods. Standing up and taking me with him. Finally he puts his arms around me, and his lips are mine again.
There's that shifting world again.
But my Flames, saves me before I fall.
Once again we are alone, his arms arms tighten and he responds to me. His tongue dancing with mine.
After awhile he detaches himself. Breathing heavily and looking into my eyes he tugs mw into a room on my right with a single bed, and a closet.
I start to take off my Muggle clothes. soon standing naked infront of Percy. Since he hadn't moved to take off his robes I start to. Receiving hands worshiping my flesh. Kisses on my shoulders, as I finally reach his drawers.
I gasp as he pinches a nipple.
My hand on the waistband pulling it down and freeing his member. I am pushed to the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing his torso I hear him moan.
I need him to fill the empty gap in my soul.
"Take me."
Another gulp and a nod. Whispered spell, trembling body.
As he slips into me, I'm in ecstasy. Bucking to impale myself further I take him all. He screams slightly and I smile again.
Thrusts, cries and declarations of Love.
We become one.
I bite his neck and tell him that I'm his.
"...and I am yours."
He fills me with a scream that echoes.
I ride out my own orgasm. Until I tighten around him and he comes again.
Sleep overrides the exhaustion and sweaty air around us.
I dream sweet dreams of War and the pain I so desperately need.
Le Fin...
A/N: I know I know... could've been better and gory and more realistic... and it was hurried, but seeing as how Ron has an obsession with his brother and is not a virgin I thought it wouldn't be really anything.
