Chapter 5

AN: This chapter contains 'slash' type memories/situations/actions. Do not read it if this offends you in any way. I will put a short "PG" summary at the beginning of the next chapter so you don't miss anything important.

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Ron walked glumly down the corridor, trailing after Harry and Hermione. He tried hard not to glare as Hermione slipped her arm around Harry's waist. He was almost certain they had finally 'gotten together' over the last weekend... a thought that he found even more vexing when Hermione had hugged him Sunday morning and told him that she really liked him too... just not in that way... like he would lay a finger on HER! He sighed. It was true... at one time he HAD thought he was attracted to her... it had been quite distressing for him when he realized it wasn't HER he'd wanted...

He could still remember the moment of realization... It had been after they had won a quidditch match... there had been a huge celebration of course... and the twins had managed to procure a large quantity of butterbeer. That stuff may be mild, but if you drink enough of it...

He and Harry, being somewhat new to any kind of liquor, had gotten fairly pissed... they had made their way up to their room before their roommates (of course THEY had passed out in the common room, so it wasn't as if Harry and Ron were merely leaving early...). They had both been quite unsteady when they got to the room, staggering around. Ron had tripped and quite nearly fallen straight on his face... Harry had caught him, laughing, and drug him over to his bed.

Harry fell over as he was trying to wrestle Ron up onto his bed, and lay there to rest, both of them still giggling helplessly. Ron remembered waking up some time later... Harry had either passed out or fallen asleep on his bed beside him... he opened his eyes to find him laying there... mere inches before him... his arm draped over Ron's side... his butterbeer scented breath tickling his cheek...

As he looked at Harry's face... so close, and so innocent as he slumbered... he had felt something he hadn't expected... he felt like he wanted nothing more than to touch him... to KISS him... it was a shocking revelation for him at the time, but since then he had come to realize he had felt that way all along... he'd just denied it... he couldn't handle it... and yet once he realized it, he couldn't deny it anymore...

Ron had lain there for endless, breathless minutes, just watching him as he slept. Harry shifted over a bit more in his sleep, bringing his lips so close Ron couldn't stop himself. He closed the bare millimeters between them. The feather light kiss sent a thrill through him like nothing else ever had. His head spun wildly as Harry began kissing back in his sleep, the hand draped over his side drawing him closer. Ron thought he was about to pass out again... Harry released his lips after a long, lovely kiss...

"Hermione..." Harry murmured in his sleep, his voice full of wistful longing.

Ron felt a sudden, sharp stab of pain in his chest. His arm shot out, shoving Harry roughly off the side of his bed onto the hard stone floor. He rolled over on his stomach to hide how much Harry had 'effected' him, turning his head to the other side and feigning sleep as Harry struggled up, making sounds of irritation and pain. He had just gotten up, saw Ron apparently sleeping, and dragged himself to his own bed, assuming he'd just had another dream and rolled out of the bed... He'd never even given it a second thought.

Ever since that night Ron had kicked himself for his rash actions. Harry might never be his... but he might have at least gotten a bit more of a taste that night...

Ron trudged down the corridor, trying hard to exorcise the thoughts from his head. Whenever he dwelled on the memory he always wound up gloomy and depressed... and of course eventually Hermione noticed and tried to cheer him up... No matter how many times he told her he was NOT mooning over her, she still never seemed to believe him. She would just give him this knowing smile and pat him on the back and try to comfort him... one of these days he was going to snap and tell her to get her bloody hands off him and bugger off! Him mooning over her would be like him mooning over Ginny! It was just so... WRONG!

He sighed, trying to gather himself up so he could sit next to them through an entire meal without sulking. He didn't even notice the footsteps behind him coming closer until they had drawn abreast of him.

He glanced over to see who it was and almost stumbled. Zabini! He was walking right beside him, gazing casually towards Harry as he walked with a slightly amused look on his face. Slytherins never got this close to Gryffindors voluntarily unless they were planning something. Ron looked ahead, seeing if the Slytherins were setting some kind of ambush. He was so worried about Harry that he was completely taken by surprise as Blaise seized him, clapping a hand over his mouth and shoving him through what appeared to be a solid wall.

He suddenly found himself in a small alcove with only one torch lending it's feeble light. "Hey! What are you playing at!" Ron said angrily as Blaise released him, reaching for his wand.

Blaise leaned up against the wall opposite him, watching him with a little smirk as he searched for the wand. After a moment, Blaise held it up, "Looking for this?" He asked, his smirk growing wider. Ron made a grab for it, but Blaise made it vanish as quickly as it had appeared. "Ah ah ah!" Blaise said lightly with evident amusement in his voice, "I'll be keeping ahold of that for the time being..."

Ron growled in irritation and tried to get back out to go and tell a teacher, but whatever passage they had entered through seemed to have sealed itself behind them. Only cold hard stone met his searching hands.

"Bloody hell!" Ron growled, rounding on Blaise and looking him over warily. He was a good couple of inches taller than Blaise, but somehow the shorter, dark haired boy seemed very intimidating at the moment... He tried to ignore it, "Let me out Zabini!" He said in a low, dangerous voice.

"In a bit..." Blaise said casually, his dark eyes traveling slowly down Ron's body.

Ron started getting nervous. He was trapped and wandless in a small room with a Slytherin! This couldn't be good... and why was he looking at him like that? "If you don't let me out, I'll..." Ron started heatedly.

"You'll what?" Blaise broke in coolly, "You're at my mercy and you know it. No one saw me... no one would even suspect me..."

Ron swallowed, fear growing in his stomach. He was right... in fact it would probably take Harry and Hermione all day to notice he was gone as transfixed as they'd been with eachother of late... "What do you want?" He asked, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

A smirk worked its way over Blaise's features. "Calm down Weasley... I'm not going to hurt you... I have much more interesting things in mind..." He said, his gaze once again drifting over Ron in that slow, methodical way.

Ron shifted uneasily, "Like... um... what?"

Blaise leisurely ambled over to him, stealthy and graceful as a cat. The intensity in his dark, burning eyes making Ron shiver. He didn't stop until his face was so close Ron could smell the heady cologne that clang to him. Ron felt a little flutter inside as he pressed back against the wall.

"He'll never be yours, you know..." Blaise said in a sensuous whisper, "Why not find someone better suited...?"

Ron's breathing doubled as his head spun, "I... I don't know what you're talking about." He said defiantly, feeling as if Blaise had looked right into the memory that had been plaguing him just moments before, trying and failing to keep his voice from trembling as Blaise's breath caressed his neck.

"He's hardly worthy anyway... pawing HER right there in front of you... not exactly the sensitive type..." He whispered softly, staring into his eyes in a way that made all the girls weak in the knees.

Ron swallowed a lump in his throat. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his heart from fluttering every time Blaise spoke. This Slytherin boy couldn't possibly be coming on to him... could he? His knees weren't feeling that steady anymore either... He tried to reign in his errant thoughts. "Harry's my best mate! Don't be talking about him like that!" He said, mustering all the anger he could.

Blaise chuckled throatily. "I thought you didn't know what I was talking about..." He whispered.

Ron was having a hard time breathing, especially realizing he had just all but admitted being attracted to Harry. It was just so very confusing having this boy so close to him.

Blaise drifted closer, his lips capturing Ron's. All of Ron's senses seemed to go haywire as those soft, sensuous lips burned against his. He was too stunned to object as Blaise deepened the kiss, his tongue prizing it's way into his mouth.

Ron's eyes fluttered back open, his mind still reeling as Blaise finally released his lips several moments later. Ron gasped, staring at the smirking boy in stunned silence for a moment before finding his voice, "What are you going to do to me?" He asked in a whisper, not sure if the emotion running through him was fear... or excitement.

Blaise's gaze became positively predatory. "What would you like me to do to you, Weasley?" He whispered huskily, his hands trailing under Ron's robes.

"Le... let me go..." Ron managed, though with much more difficulty than he expected.

Blaise chuckled. "Oh come now Weasley... I think your decision is a bit hasty... I tell you what... how about I... see where things lead... and if you want me to stop... you just say so."

"Stop." Ron said immediately, feeling Blaise's hand stray down to his trousers.

Blaise chuckled, "Now Weasley... obviously we have a misunderstanding here... you see... I can't STOP if I haven't yet STARTED... you have to wait until I have something to stop..."

Ron's breath became almost frantic as Blaise undid Ron's pants, those dark eyes never leaving his face. His already flush face turned completely beet red all the way to the ears as Blaise slipped Ron's underwear out of the way. He couldn't exactly claim a total lack of interest when the evidence of his excitement was jutting out rigidly before him. He quickly bit his lip to stifle a groan as Blaise caressed him.

Ron had just about worked up the willpower to tell him to stop when Blaise slipped down onto his knees before him...

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Ron became aware again slowly. He felt fingers stroking through his hair, heard a strong heartbeat where his head rest against Blaise's chest. He blinked his eyes open and saw Blaise gazing down at him with a warm smile on his lips. He knew he should be alarmed, but he couldn't get over the deep, sated feeling that had settled over him.

"Do you always get that loud when you come?" Blaise asked. He was smiling, but there was no scorn or teasing in his voice.

"Um... not usually..." Ron said, his mind still not quite with it enough to lie yet.

"Never had one pass out on me... I must be getting better..." Blaise said merrily.

Ron blushed again, but couldn't bring himself to pull away, though he was half draped across Blaise, who was sitting casually against the wall, gently cradling him in his arms. He just couldn't stop thinking about that warm, talented mouth... nothing he'd experienced before even came close.

"Tell me... do you like girls too?" Blaise asked conversationally.

Ron blinked, "Um... ya... some of them..." he said uncertainly.

"How about Pansy?"

Ron swallowed. He'd never admitted it aloud, but he'd always thought she looked utterly shaggable. But then she was a Slytherin... of course so was this BOY who had just given him his first blow job.

Blaise chuckled. "I'm guessing that the answer is yes... you might want to sheath your hampton before you give me more ideas... you wouldn't want to miss dinner entirely... you need your strength..."

Ron looked down and blushed again, realizing his pants were still undone, and he had indeed begun to 'revive'. He shifted up, pulling his clothing back into place and fastening up, then leaning up against the wall, looking over at Blaise warily. "Why did you do that?"

Blaise chuckled softly, "It would be a crime to leave such an attractive, well hung boy in the closet all alone... you're a virgin, aren't you?"

Ron wanted to refute it, but he dropped his eyes miserably. He knew it was pretty glaringly obvious from the assured look on Blaise's face. He sighed, giving a slight nod.

"Excellent..." Blaise said, eyeing him avidly. "How would you like it if Pansy and I gave you a little initiation?" He asked suggestively.

Ron's eyes went round. "What do you mean?" He asked, though he was reasonably sure he already knew.

Blaise smirked. "Oh... just you, Pansy and myself getting together and shagging eachother senseless... she rather likes sharing... and being shared for that matter..."

Ron's head was spinning wildly again.

"I'll tell you what... we'll be waiting in the Room of Requirement at ten friday night. I trust you know where that is, and you're a prefect, so no one will stop you in the corridors. Do try not to keep us waiting. She's not very patient when promised a good shag." Blaise said with a smirk, handing him his wand and rising.

Ron watched him, too numb with shock to do or say anything as Blaise walked through the previously solid wall, making it dissipate into a normal stone arch.

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