Chapter 11 - Stuck on You Part 2 – Ron's POV
Blaise's nose was almost touching mine as he whispered to me. "You know what's fun?" he whispered, almost inaudibly.
"What?" I whispered back, kissing him lightly.
"Chocolate sauce, handcuffs, and blindfolds," he whispered. I closed my eyes and shuddered in pleasure at the thought.
"Oh God…I don not want to know what you just said," Draco said to Blaise.
He grinned evilly at Draco and said, "You sure? I could repeat it for you."
My jaw dropped. "You will not!" I said.
He smiled and leaned forward, kissing me hard. My arms snaked up around his neck and pulled him closer.
I looked down and noticed Draco moving in to kiss my sister. I kicked him in the back of the head.
"Oh, fuck off, Weasley," he yelled. "I fuck your sister regularly, get over it."
"Draco!" Ginny yelled angrily.
"Nice job there, mate," Blaise said sarcastically to Draco.
Ginny stormed into Draco's bathroom.
"Thanks a lot," Draco glared at me. He followed Ginny through his bedroom and closed the door.
I noticed that Hermione and Harry were making out and had no idea what was going on. Apparently Blaise noticed this is well, and took the opportunity to push me down on my back on the couch and climb on top of me, smothering me with his hot kisses.
I slipped my hand under his loose shirt and ran my fingertips over his hard muscles.
He gasped and rolled off me and onto the floor beside the coffee table.
"Shit! Your hands are freezing!" he cried from the floor. "What's with that…is it cold in here or something?"
I laughed and jumped on him, sliding my cold hands up his shirt and putting my hands flat on his chest. He hissed and squirmed from the cold.
He flipped me over and pressed me to the floor, holding my hands above my head and with one leg between my thighs so I couldn't get out.
He brushed his lips lightly across mine. I pushed my head up to kiss him harder, and he released my hands. I slid them around his neck and pulled him down hard against me, kissing him furiously.
After a few minutes he sighed quietly and slid off to my side, where he rested his head on my arm, his arm still draped across my body.
His eyes were closed contentedly. I brushed my fingers across his cheek and he nuzzled into the touch.
"Tired?" I whispered.
He nodded. "Couldn't sleep last night," he whispered back.
"How come?"
His eyes fluttered open. "Couldn't stop thinking about you," he said, smiling.
I blushed faintly and he leaned up to kiss my cheek.
"Hey…" I said as a thought came to me. "You haven't got anywhere to go for Christmas, have you?"
He shrugged. "I was going to stay here."
"Do you want to come to my house?" I asked excitedly.
"Um…it's the day after Halloween, Ron. A bit early, don't you think?"
"I know…but I'd have to come out to my Mum and let that die down a bit before I ask her anyways," I said.
He looked a little worried. "Do you think she'll take it well?"
"I'm sure she won't care. I hope…" I replied.
He looked at me sympathetically.
"I'm sure you'll be fine," he whispered.
"I know. It's just a little uncertainty. I mean…I definitely wasn't expecting Ginny's reaction."
"I know," he said, kissing me on the corner of the mouth. "But that's all sorted out now, right?"
"Yeah, I guess," I smiled at him.
He placed his hand on my face and pressed his lips to mine lightly, brushing his thumb over my cheek. I pressed into his mouth harder and deepened the kiss.
I felt his hand slide under my shirt as his fingers ran over my stomach. I sighed into his kiss and returned the touch.
He moaned under my hand and slid his arms around my neck as I rolled and leaned over his body, one leg between his and one by his side.
He pulled me down so I was lying on him and my leg pressed against him. He moaned loudly at the contact.
"Ron? What are you guys doing?" asked Hermione, who could not see us as the coffee table was in the way.
I broke away from Blaise and rolled off him again. "You suck, Mione," I said, standing up and pulling Blaise up as well. He deliberately fell into me with the supposed force of my pulling him up, and we toppled back to the floor, this time with him on top.
Laughing, I squirmed my way out from under him and got up, but of course, not before kissing him for a few moments first.
"Just about done, then?" asked Hermione.
I rolled my eyes and didn't answer.
Blaise looked down at his watch. "We've got five minutes to get to dinner," he said.
"Oh," said Hermione, "I completely lost track of the time!"
We were just about to head down for dinner when, "What about Draco and Ginny?" asked Hermione
"Leave them," I replied quickly, not wanting to remain on the subject.
"They can go down to the kitchens later," Blaise said.
So we went down to dinner. Blaise sat with me at Gryffindor table. It was a little awkward; most of the school had not yet gotten used to us being together. There were still quite a few stares at dinner.
After dinner the four of us were standing out in the entrance hall.
"Aren't we going to go speak to Dumbledore about your…er…problem?" asked Hermione.
"Problem? What problem?" asked Blaise. "I don't have any problem with this arrangement."
"But what about classes tomorrow?" she asked.
"We'll figure it out," I said.
"Yeah?" she said defiantly. "Go ahead. What are you going to do?"
"Mione, come on," I pleaded, hoping she wouldn't ruin my excuse to stay with Blaise tonight.
"No. We have to go to Dumbledore tonight. Let's go," and she took Harry's hand and marched us towards Dumbledore's office.
Blaise and I shared disappointed looks before following her.
We arrived at the stone gargoyle. "Fizzing Whisby," Harry said clearly, and the gargoyle sprung to life and jumped aside, revealing a moving staircase behind it. We god on the stairs and rode them to the top.
Hermione stepped forward and knocked on the door. It was opened almost immediately by Dumbledore.
"Oh, good evening Miss Granger. Can I help you?" he asked, eyes scanning the group.
"Yes, professor. We've had a bit of a magical accident. I've accidentally bound Ron and Blaise within five feet of each other," said Hermione.
"Oh, my. Well…do come in." He led us into the room and conjured up four chairs for them.
"So," said Dumbledore, sitting in his own chair behind the desk, "how did this happen?"
"Well, I was reading a book on binding spells, and I read one of the spells aloud, not realizing that it was a wandless spell. I got them to move apart, to make sure they could do it, and they couldn't," Hermione explained.
"What was this spell called?" asked Dumbledore.
"Well, that's the thing. The name of the spell was rubbed off. It is a rather old book." Hermione pulled the book out of her bag and flipped it to the page of the spell, and handed it over to Dumbledore.
He studied the spell for a moment before looking at the cover of the book. "I've never seen this spell before. Is this the only copy of A Study on Binding Spells in the library, Miss Granger?"
Hermione nodded. "I'm afraid it is."
"Well…this spell does not wear off. It will remain in place unless it is removed," he said, scanning the description of the spell. "I will have to find out what the spell is called before I have any hope of finding a counter spell. I'll owl Flourish and Blotts and see if they can get me a new copy. But until then, I'm afraid you two are stuck.
"I'll write notes to your teachers explaining the circumstances. You will have to attend either Gryffindor's or Slytherin's lessons. Which would you prefer?" Dumbledore asked.
"Gryffindor," Blaise and I answered in unison.
Dumbledore smiled, his periwinkle eyes twinkling merrily. "Very well," he said, pulling out an eagle quill and ink pot, and writing a quick not for us.
"There you are, just show that to each teacher at the beginning of your lessons." He folded up the note and handed it to Blaise.
"Thank you, Professor," I said as we left his office.
As soon as we reached the bottom of the moving staircase, Blaise jumped into my arms and kissed me hard. "That could not have worked out more perfectly!"
"I know," I replied, smiling. "I thought for sure he was going to reverse it."
He kissed me again.
"Ok…so, we're going to bed now. It's almost curfew," said Harry.
I looked down at my watch. "Alright. We'll see you tomorrow."
Blaise and I walked hand in hand back to his rooms.