Here is the newest chapter. Not much. A little teaser. I wasn't going to post a new chapter until my sister drew me my fanart like I asked her to. The whole reason I am writing this fanfic! ARGH! But I really do not like the idea of draco/ron shippers showing up at my door and mauling me because it took too long to update. So here you go loves.
Warning: Slight bit of limeade in it. Yes limeade. Not naughty to be a complete lime. So it is a limeade. ahahaha! And if my sister drews me a really cool picture I will post this one adultff with a lemon chapter! Shounen ai yaoi. DxR. Slight HermxRon action in here.
Spoilers: Set slighty post HBP.
ETCs: I do not own. Slight OOCness.
The time between the departure of Draco and his arrival back at the twins' place was a blur. His mind was a sea of confusion shrouded in a thick and perilous fog. Taking a deep ragged breath, Ron pressed his back against the door. His knees shook and he had lost all colour.
Slowly he sank to his knees, burying his face in his hands. He was ashamed of himself. Weak, he was weak. Fucking Coward. He chastised himself.
"Ron?" Hermione's voice was a light house to his clouded mind. He looked up into the bookworm's eyes. She shuddered at the look in Ron's eye. Fear, terror, the look of someone who has seen death and stared him straight in the eye all swirled within Ron's eyes. She knelt in front of him clutching his shoulders tightly, before bringing him into a warm embrace.
"What happened?" She whispered softly.
"Her…Hermione?" He asked confused. His was still reeling. Suddenly he felt uncomfortable. Roughly he pushed her off of him and jumped to his feet.
"Of course I'm fine. I…I...uh..." Ron searched for words. He couldn't bring himself to tell her about seeing Draco. For one, she would pelt him with a thousand questions. And second he might accidentally tell her about Draco's kiss. The kiss that was rough yet gentle. The kiss that was vile and sensual at the same time. The kiss like a broken record tormented him.
"Just forget it ok?" He screamed at her and immediately regretted it. She looked at him wontedly, tears ready to fall.
"Listen, Herm, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It has just been so stressful since you know." Ron scratched the back of his head. Hermione stood up, pretending to pick at fluff on her jeans. She sniffed once and felt like punching Ron.
"Whatever." She spat at him before turning on her heel and storming off.
Ron lay in his bed. A cold sweat covering his body, the sheets tangled around his waist and legs as he continuously tossed and turned.
"Ron." Draco practically purred his name as he cupped the other boy's chin in his hand. Ron shuddered. In Delight? Fear? Anxiety? Anticipation? A range of emotions, he never knew coursed through his body.
Possessively Draco drew him closer wrapping a pale bony arm around his waist till they were touching chest to chest and hip to hip. This was too close to be comfortable. But Ron was comfortable and his traitorous body ached for more.
Draco brought his face closer to the youngest Weasley boy's till their noses touched. Sparks alighted with Ron.
"Please…" His mouth betrayed him. Draco smirked, cruel and seductive smirk.
"Please what?" He mewed into Ron's ear licking his earlobe lightly. Ron's breath hitched. This was wrong but felt so right.
"Please." He murmured again bring his lips to Draco's. "Love me."
Ron sat up with a gasp. He frantically looked around his room. It was unfamiliar and strange. Everything about it was different. From the colour of the paint to the placement of the windows, Ron opened his mouth to scream. Draco had kidnapped him! He had stunned him and dragged him off to be killed by the Dark Lord.
A feminine scream saved him from his self inflicted nightmare and he found himself staring dumbly at a red faced Hermione.
"What do you want? He snapped, irritated that he forgot he was at his brothers'
"You…you…should lock the door when you sleep naked!" Hermione fumed and turned redder. Turning as red as his hair, Ron scrambled to cover himself.
Minutes later Ron stood under a warm jet of water. Head bowed he stared at his feet letting the water calm him.
"I do not desire Draco." He whispered as he reached for the shampoo. He poured the strawberry scented wash into his hand and began to scrub at his hair and scalp vigorously. Perhaps if he scrubbed hard enough he could wash away last night.
When he finally sat down for breakfast he couldn't look Hermione in the eye. Instead he stared at the cold tasteless lumps posing as scrambled eggs. Master pranksters his brothers were. Master Chefs they were not.
Fred and George oblivious to the thick uncomfortable air hanging between Ron and Hermione tossed ideas for new products around.
"Um…Hermione?" Ron asked over the twins' banter. "Why are you here?"
She sighed exasperated. Why did she have to be friends with an idiot?
"Because, Ron, I have volunteered to help Fred and George in the shop. Just like you have been doing this whole summer, we talked about it last week. You were the one who suggested it.
"Oh I forgot."
"Then I suppose you forgot that Harry will be coming in two weeks." Forcibly slowly the last bite of his breakfast, Ron nodded weakly. After what had transpired in the dark alley last night there was little else Ron could think of, let alone remember.
"Love me."
