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Chapter 4: In the Slytherin Dungeons

Draco Malfoy was a distracted teenager. But he could all but ignore the reality of the situation before him; the warmth of their bodies entangled together, the sounds of their breaths as they moved together, steadily gaining rhythm.

He unconsciously adjusted his crotch. The dark-skinned Slytherin boy writhed beneath him in pleasure, the pads of his finger tips running lightly over the contours of his partner's shoulderblades.

Draco pushed harder and was delighted when his partner let out a loud moan of pleasure, "Right…there…oh, MERLIN, Draco!" Blaise mewed, shuddering under his lover's touch. Draco let out a grunt in reply, hot perspiration beading his brow. He buried his head in the crook of his partner's neck, his breathing erratic as he indulged in the erotic pleasure.

They both looked up in shock; their movements momentarily stilled when there was a knock on the door. Draco struggled upright, gasping at the sharp pain down below, "Damn, it's stuck!"

Ron Weasley frowned when he heard the swearing from behind the door, "Draco? You busy?" He rapped smartly on the door again.

Draco swore under his breath, trying to pull himself off, "Stop lying there catatonic-like, Blaise. Bloody help me!" Blaise gave him a Cheshire smile and stretched lazy like a cat, the ropy muscles in his arms rippling under his dark skin, "Not until I've had my pleasure…"

The blonde stared down at him, "You didn't…"

Blaise nodded, grinning.

"Where's my wand? I need to bloody end your stupid Gratifying spell."

In response, the young man wriggled his hips, giving him a flirtatious wink, "You wand is right here, Draco," he said, deliberately layering his sentence with outrageous sexual innuendoes. He hooked his ankles around Draco and drew him nearer.

A shuddering groan tore itself from Draco's lips. He was helpless in his partner's thrall, "Don't do this to me, Blaise. You know very well that if Weasley finds us like this, it'll be over; the both of us."

"But isn't that what you want? To end things with him?" Blaise reminded him. He deliberately shifted his body into a more strategic position, causing Draco to shudder in response.

"I do want to end it with him…" Draco gasped out, "but not like this. I want to let him down gently and in my own time. I don't think I'm done with him yet."

"Draco!" yelled an irate Ron, virtually pounding on the heavy door with his fists, adding an appropriate kick now and then with his feet, "If you don't open this door right now, I swear I'll break it down and break your neck!"

Draco tensed when Ron attempted an Alohomora on the door. The multiple wards that he had put up held, but Draco knew that it was not for long. "Dammit, Blaise, geroff!"

"Ah, but I believe that you are the one who's on top of me. You get off, Draco," Bliase purred as Draco glared down at him malevolently. Draco swore when he saw the truth behind the words and hastily struggled to shift their positions, trying his best to roll over so that Blaise would straddle him, but his stubborn partner wouldn't budge.

Desperation seemed to make Draco stronger and he managed to manoeuvre himself below his lover just as the last wards on the door fell. The door burst open and a flushed Weasley emerged, panting for breath, "What the hell are you playing at, Dra-" he stopped in mid-sentence as he took in the scene before him.

Thinking quickly, Draco made his lips wobble and he summoned Slytherin tears, "Oh Merlin, Ron! Please…please help me… I can't… I couldn't stop him…" he choked back on his laughter as Blaise's incredulous expression, but to a distraught Ron, it seemed as if he was holding back torrents of tears, "Help me… please!"

"What the hell!" Blaise glared at the blonde smirking behind his hand at him, lush eyelashes wet with crocodile tears.

"Pervert!" roared Ron, raising his wand, "Sex-maniac! Depraved snake!"

"Wait! Ron!" cried Draco, alarmed, when he saw angry sparks leaping from the tip of his wand.

Ron was white with rage, eyes narrowed on Blaise, "Draco? Are you hurt?" the anger vanished and he lowered his wand, "Get off him," he said coldly to Blaise. Striding forward, Ron seized Draco under his armpits and tugged; only to release him hastily when Draco yelped in pain, "Don't do that!" he groaned.

"Why?" Ron demanded.

"Blaise… he's charmed my –"

Ron's loud roar cut him off. He grabbed a startled Blaise violently by the neck, tightened his long fingers. He jerked Blaise's head up roughly with his other hand, so that his face was upturned, meeting his fiery glare, "What did you do to Draco?" he growled savagely, shaking the other man until his teeth rattled in his head, "If you hurt him, I swear I'll tear you to shreds with my own bare hands!"

"Hurt him?" Blaise's laugh was incredulous. You've got it al wrong, Weasel." He choked and spluttered, his hands scrambling at Ron's death grip around his bruised neck.

"Call me that again and you're dead, Zabini," the redhead whispered his threat, "You still haven't answered my question."

"I-will-if-you'd-just-loosen-your-" Blaise wheezed.

Ron loosened his grip slightly and threw a furtive glance at the silent Draco, who was watching him warily, looking distinctly awkward and uncomfortable.

"My God," Blaise gulped for air.

"Answer me!" Ron snapped impatiently.

Blaise gave a small arrogant lopsided grin. The cunning glint in his eyes were back, "Your boyfriend here just gave me the best climaxed I've had for months, just a few minutes ago," he replied with satisfaction, giving an open-mouthed Draco a sly wink.

"He's lying!" Draco shot back. He was desperate to convince Ron that Blaise had indeed forced himself on him.

"Oh?" Blaise smirked, "Am I now?" He turned back to Ron, "Look, if I coerced him into my bed, then why is he in me and not the other way 'round?"

Ron blanched and looked down at the joined hips, a red flush creeping up his ears, "Draco?" he forced out, throwing the blonde a look as if begging him to deny the allegations. Draco opened his moth, but words failed him completely. It was enough for the Gryffindor. Trembling, he nodded curtly at the dark-skinned Slytherin, acknowledging him, "Blaise…" he looked away, unwilling to meet the silver eyes of Draco, "Malfoy…" he strangled out, "G'nite." He turned on his heels and stalked from the room.

Draco's heart shattered when the redhead called him by his last name – it signified the abrupt end of their relationship.

Malfoys do not cry…

He opened his eyes to see Blaise looking down at him with concern. Draco shifted, "I want to be on top," he said dispassionately. His partner gave him a long calculating look before complying.

Draco ran his fingers over the dark disks that were Blaise's nipples. He felt the surge of power and he leaned in and flicked his tongue over the writhing Slytherin's earlobe, "Scream for me, Blaise… beg…"

He elt emotionless and detached as he brought a glassy-eyed Blaise just to the edge of passion before denying him release. He listened with half an ear to the young man's pleas.

Domination and revenge.

Draco relieved the moment over and over again, when Ron gave him a betrayed look that twisted knives into his heart.

Malfoys do not cry…

Finally, close to dawn, tired of teasing the trembling and exhausted Blaise for hours, Draco allowed him pleasure. As Blaise slumped unconscious into the pillows, Draco pulled away and stared down impassively at the body half tangled in the silk sheets.

He dressed himself, running his finger through his hair to tame the damp locks. He found his wand lying under the bed. Silently, he exited the room without a backward glance, closing the door firmly behind him.

To be continued...