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Chapter Six

The night settled down around 11, when most of the party retreated to bed. Draco, Ron, and the twins, however, sat in the living room together, drinking tea and watching the fire.

Draco's heart felt light. Fred's hair draped over one side of his face, and he could tell the twins apart now because he noticed that Fred's mane was shaggier and touched his shoulders, while George's was a bit straighter and not quite as long. His brown eyes flickered with the heat of the blazing fire and Draco knew that he hadn't felt this way since he and Ron had first started getting together. He watched Fred's lips as they touched his cup, his sly grin as he laughed at something George or Ron said. Draco knew he was being quiet, but he couldn't think of anything to say. When Ron placed a finger on Draco's hand, Draco felt nothing. Jesus Christ, he thought. He pretended that it was Fred's finger on his hand and suddenly his heart warmed up. He closed his eyes and smiled, feeling the fingers trace his wrist, up his arm, touching his elbow…

Suddenly he felt the finger leave and the warmth of Ron's touch disappeared. He opened his eyes and looked at Ron, who grinned slyly and leaned forward to kiss Draco.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Draco asked, backing away. "Your brothers."

Ron smirked. "Um, Draco? Fred and George went upstairs."

Draco frowned and looked around; Fred and George were gone. Ron leaned forward again and traced Draco's jaw with his lips. Oh no, here it comes, Draco thought. Jesus, what was wrong with him? Usually when Ron made a move, it was monumental. Draco was always the assertive one. But now, for some reason, Draco didn't even feel it. He closed his eyes and imagined that it wasn't Ron who was touching him, but Fred. And then he wondered if Fred would feel anything like Ron. Ron touched Draco's lips—Fred touched Draco's lips, and Draco licked them, placing his tongue in Fred's mouth. He lay down on top of Fred, putting his hand up his shirt and touching the fair, smooth skin there. He had a tone stomach, and he twitched when Draco placed a hand on his side.

"Draco," Ron said, releasing his lips from Draco's hungry mouth. "We have to be quiet."

Draco nodded and resumed kissing Fred. He placed his hands on his wrists, trapping him to the ground so that he couldn't move, and made a trail down his neck, biting his shoulder. Fred moaned quietly and writhed beneath him, but Draco only bit harder and moved down to Fred's chest, moving his wrists together and holding them with one hand while unbuttoning Fred's shirt with the other. He licked Fred's stomach, never opening his eyes. If he kept his eyes closed, he could imagine what Fred looked like without a shirt. His stomach was lean, the muscles chiseled, but his skin soft and warm. Draco nuzzled that stomach, rubbed his face against the place just above the button of Fred's pants, his hair tickling Fred's stomach. Draco unbuttoned Fred's pants with his teeth, and he gasped as Draco let go of his arms and pulled his pants off.

"Do you want—" Ron started, but Draco shushed him and trapped his hands again as soon as his pants were off. He reached through the hole in Fred's boxers with his tongue and felt the hard erection there, taking the head in his mouth. Fred groaned, a low noise that came from the bottom of his stomach, and his hips bucked, reaching up so that Draco could swallow more of him. He sucked hard, listening to Fred's quiet moans. Fred's body shook and Draco became hard at the thought of pleasuring Fred so much, at the way he struggled to remain quiet under the delight of Draco's lips and tongue.

Fred breathed hard, his wrists twisting slightly, but Draco was stronger than him and more in control.

"Let me fuck you," Ron said. Draco just sucked harder and Fred moaned loudly.

"Be quiet," Draco said, although he loved the sound of it. Fred moaned again, this time much quieter.

"Please, let me fuck you," Ron whispered. Draco held Fred's wrists with one strong hand and grabbed Fred's cock with his other, massaging his shaft up and down, taking Fred's balls in his mouth.

"I think I'm about to cum," Ron murmured breathily. Draco stopped and lifted his head away from Fred's cock, eyes still closed tightly. He traced the veins in Fred's cock, bit his stomach. Fred grunted, trying to release himself from Draco's grip, but Draco refused to relent. He tightened his grip and pressed Fred's hands harder to the floor.

"Draco," Ron whispered. "Please…let me cum…"

He imagined Fred's deep voice saying this to him, his hair moistly matted to the side of his face, his long legs wrapped around his own. Draco pulled away and lay on top of Fred, kissing his lips. Fred sighed and put his arms around Draco, his hands finally free. Draco pulled away and turned Fred over, pulling down his boxers. He pulled down his own pants and put his cock in his hand, placing it against Fred's backside and slowly beginning to enter him. He reached around and grabbed Fred's cock, stroking it slowly and teasingly as he pushed into Fred, a gasp escaping his lover's throat.

Draco pushed into Fred all the way; it felt amazing, Fred was so tight, warm, enveloping his cock, taking it in…

Draco thrust into Fred, placing his hands on his smooth back, drawing his nails against his skin. He reached down and bit Fred's side, pulling him closer, causing Fred to moan in a mix of pain and amazement. Draco dug his nails deeper into Fred's back, Fred pushing harder against Draco. Draco was never rough with Ron—Ron was gentle, kind. He made love to Ron, he was slow with Ron, and he never did Ron from behind because Ron always wanted to see his face, to kiss him, to nuzzle him…

But Fred wanted this. Fred wanted Draco to hurt him, wanted him to make scars along his back, wanted him to bite him until he bled. And this was who Draco really was. Draco had animalistic needs, he was not merciful, he came to take what he wanted and give it to whoever was screaming his name. It had been Pansy once. It had been plenty of girls. But they had all bored him. Now he was giving it to Fred.

"Ouch, Draco!" Ron yelled, pulling away suddenly. Suddenly, Draco opened his eyes and looked down at Ron. He remembered that it was not Fred, and humiliated, he pulled out of Ron, staring down wincingly at the deep red gashes he had made in Ron's side, the long scratch marks down his back. Ron turned around and looked up at Draco, frightened and overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry…" Draco muttered, unable to look Ron in the eyes. "I got carried away."

He quickly pulled his pants back on and crawled beneath the covers, turning away from Ron. Dumbfounded, Ron pulled on his clothes and crawled over to Draco. He leaned down and kissed Draco on the cheek.

"That's okay mate," he whispered. "It was still great."

Draco felt Ron curl up next to him and wrap an arm around his waist, and just like before, he found himself imagining that it was Fred there, his tall warm body embracing him.

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A musky scent overwhelmed him. He was breathing heavily, sweating, his hair wet against his face, his neck. His cock rubbing against his lover's, his teeth nibbling on delicate skin, strong hands grabbing the back of his head and pulling his lips to those that were pink and soft. He opened his eyes and looked into those that were icy gray, fingernails on his back, moans escaping from his parted lips, a moist, warm tongue feeling the inside of his mouth.

"Draco," his body moaned. "Draco." He ached in pleasure, pressing harder against the blonde vixen. Draco growled and rolled on top of him, biting his lip hard, hard enough to draw blood, the pain a cold shock that electrified him, alerted him, made him release with three powerful shots, warm and amazing and…

Fred opened his eyes. He was sweaty, his cock in his hand, cum all over his fingers and sheets. He sighed and looked over at his brother, who was still sound asleep. Thank God, he thought. He thought hard about his dream, trying to savor it, trying to remember the beautiful blonde who had appeared in it, who had trapped him, tore at him, released him…

Draco Malfoy.

Fred sat straight up in bed, his heart pounding. Draco Malfoy? No, it couldn't have been. He wouldn't dream about his brother's boyfriend. He wouldn't dream about a guy, for that matter. But who else could the icy gray eyes belong to? The white-blonde hair? The hard muscles and the…

The hard cock. He had felt it against his, rubbing and teasing and begging. No girl he had ever fucked had one of those, Fred thought painfully. No girl he had ever fucked made him cum so hard, either, and this was only a dream.

Fred shook his head and lay back down, not even bothering to change the sheets. Instead, he closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. He was not especially tired anymore, his thoughts whizzing with images of Draco's strong body, hypnotic stare, brisk air. He looked at the clock—it was three in the morning. He had an idea.

He stepped out of bed, the floor squeaking, and looked over at his brother. No movement. He shook his head and continued to move toward the door. Slowly, he opened the door to the room he and his brother shared, stepped out into the hallway, and closed it behind him. He could barely make out the downstairs living room, the dim light of the fire that was leisurely burning out. He looked down at himself—Fred wasn't much for clothing when he slept, even if he was sleeping alone, so he only wore striped boxers and socks. He shrugged and headed downstairs—nothing Draco had never seen before, he supposed. He kept his eyes on the stairs, trying to avoid the parts that squeaked that he had studied so well during his scandalous teenager days. That's why he didn't notice that blonde sitting at the kitchen table until he reached the floor and looked up. He caught his breath—there sat Draco, slouched over in a chair, staring up at Fred with cold gray eyes. Something flickered in them as Fred stood motionless, surprised, staring back at him. He tried to grin and ran a hand through his hair, and motioned for the fridge.

"Just uh…just getting a drink," Fred said, his voice dry. He coughed and headed over toward the fridge, awkwardly grabbing a fruit juice out of the fridge. He cautiously looked back over at Draco, who had not said anything, but had sat up straighter and crossed his arms, gazing down sleepily at the table.

Fred leaned against the fridge, and calming down a little, replaced the juice box with a beer. He felt more relaxed now that Draco wasn't looking at him, that Draco didn't have that intimidating stare.

"Can't sleep," Draco said, glancing over at Fred. His cheeks turned red and he quickly looked away, shaking his head.

"Me neither," Fred said. He suddenly became aware of the dream he had just had, of Draco's naked body. It was there right in front of him, underneath the t-shirt and boxers Draco wore. His hair was sticking up in strange places and his eyes looked dark and strained—for once, Draco didn't look pretty, he didn't look flawless, he wasn't the same perfect little Draco that Fred had always seen. But for Fred, this vulnerability made him seem even more beautiful. Maybe it was because he appeared human now—or maybe it was because he had chosen to appear human before Fred Weasley of all people.

Draco scratched his head and smiled weakly up at Fred.

"Want to go for a walk?" he asked.

Fred gulped and set down his beer. His hands were shaking. He had an urge to run away and an urge to obey, and he didn't know which one was stronger. But he sucked it up—he didn't want to seem weird around Draco. They were two grown men, mutual acquaintances he figured, who couldn't sleep. What was wrong with enjoying his company?

"Sure."

Outside, the air was humid with a slight chill, but neither of the boys had chosen to throw on a robe. Draco smoked quietly while Fred walked along side him, glancing sideways at him every now and then. They circled around to the back of the house. Fred watched Draco's cheeks sink into his face as he inhaled, and the flower-shaped lips of his mouth as he blew out smoke. A sleepy snake of smoke merely rattled at Fred, then closed its eyes and coiled up. Fred grinned.

"Can I ask you something?" Draco said.

"If you must."

Draco put out his cigarette, stomping it on the ground with his bare foot. "Do you really think it's odd?"

"What's odd?"

Draco paused. "Ron and I."

"Are you fussing over that?" Fred said, a bit amused. "I didn't mean it in a derogatory sense. I'm perfectly fine with…"

The word stuck in his throat. He knew what he wanted to say. Gay, he thought. I am perfectly fine with being gay.

"It's just, Ron and you," Fred continued. "It's just a strange turn of events, that's all."

Draco nodded. "I guess you wouldn't really expect it, not looking at things that way."

"You have to love in order to hate," Fred said.

"Potter," Draco snorted.

"You two friends now?" Fred asked. He had seen the way Harry greeted him today, and they seemed fine.

"Hogwarts was a long time ago," Draco said, his voice suddenly softening. "You don't know how many things I regret. You don't know how much I went through, with my father. The pressure…to follow in his footsteps…"

"Don't worry about it mate," Fred said, sensing the strange tension in Draco's words. He stopped to look the blonde in the face, to reassure him, but he was again struck by his ethereal beauty. The glistening eyes, ones that bore into you, the striking face, the blonde angelic hair that hung straight over his face. Without thinking, Fred reached up and tucked Draco's hair behind his ear, then stopped suddenly and stared dumbly at Draco, embarrassed by what he had just done.

"Thanks," Draco whispered, and then he turned and began to walk again. Fred followed slowly and watched Draco take out another cigarette.

"You're not like Ron, you know," Draco said after a short while. Fred smirked.

"Don't I know it."

"Your joke shop going well?" Draco asked.

"Fine. Same old, same old. People love their pranks," Fred said, smiling a little.

"How long are you staying here?" Draco asked. Fred shrugged. "Ron and I are staying the weekend."

He looked at Fred, his eyes wide. "Might be nice if you and George hung around."

"Yeah, uh…maybe," Fred said.

"Well, I have to go inside," Draco said. "Ron will wake up and wonder where I've gone off to. He might get jealous."

"Why would Ron get jealous?" Fred asked, laughing a little. Draco quickly stepped forward and ran a soft hand across Fred's cheek—Fred froze.

"I'm a sucker for a Weasley," Draco said, smirking, and he went inside, leaving Fred alone, dumbfounded.