Ah! Finally my third chapter! Sorry I am so slow. Not my best, but as my sister says "It is too hot for my pants." heh I would have posted this chapter quite some time ago. But stupid ffnazi suspended my account for awhile. So now I am back jack!
Ron stared blankly into space. His chin rested lazily in his right hand. His eyes glazed over with a far away look. It had been five days since Hermione arrived and five days since that night. He blinked his eye rapidly several times to moisten them and shifted his chin to his left hand.
Don't think about that you stupid git. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to think about anything else. Boobs. Boobs were a good thing to think about. Nice firm round boobs. Perky boobs with nipples ready and wanting to be fondled. Boobs that were attached to a woman, not a man. Man like Draco with his sensual lithe body. Draco with his luscious soft lips. Lips that teased his own lips, teased till shivers ran down his spine. Lips that he could feel moving over his body slowly, teasing him farther into pleasure.
And his hands, his soft wonderful hands, they were probably well skilled. And one touch was probably all he would need before he melted and begged the other for more. No, he wouldn't be begging. He would be demanding. And the blonde would laugh at him. Take his chin firmly between thumb and forefinger, smile his malicious beautiful smile and then kiss him. He would kiss him hard on the lips. A passionate kiss that was crushing and bruising, a kiss that made Ron want him more.
And then Draco would take him. Take him brutally, without preparation. He would be too big, would cause Ron to tear and bleed. To cry out and writhe in pain, try and run away. But then the slytherine would begin to rock. To move himself slowly inside the Gryffindor, he would hit that soft bundle of nerves. And soon Ron's cries of pain would become mixed with his and Draco's cries of pleasure. As the crashing wave of climax neared, Draco would pump harder and faster. Nails digging into the red head's shoulders, teeth digging into his neck marking the boy, claiming the man. Ron would arch into the other, moving his own hips to the rhythm set by Draco. Then Draco would finish, the white hot liquid filling Ron and overflowing. Ron would come soon after covering himself and the sheets below him.
Draco would collapse on top of him, still inside him. Pain would soon creep back to Ron and he would shudder and try to move away. This would only excite Draco and would begin to move again. Sweat glistening on his body. This time would be gentle, laying kisses on Ron's back. Whispering sweet words into his ears and Ron would believe his words and love his kisses. He would respond with a low moan. Draco would find his slack manhood. He would let fingers glide over it ghostlike. The Red head's moans would grow loader as he hardened within the hands of the Malyfoy heir. This time he would come first, covering Draco's hand. Draco would smirk, still a long way from being done. He would hold the other against him, panting as he moved inside him.
This time Draco would take it slow. Letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over him before finally relaxing and pulling out of the man underneath him, a quick kiss on the neck and he would be gone. Leaving Ron sitting in soiled sheets, staring after him and wondering why.
Ron smashed his head on the counter. Stop thinking disgusting things! He demanded of himself. He would not let Draco get to him. It was just a kiss! And not a good one at that. Ok, well maybe it was one of the best kisses he had ever had. Of course he had only kissed one other person, so there was not much he could compare with. Still it was a horrible kiss! After all Draco had only kissed him to rile him. To drive him insane. And hell it was working. His mind was being clouded with disturbing daydreams of Draco minute after minute.
He needed to get his mind off Draco and fast. Because Ron Weasley was sure as hell not gay. And if he was not gay, he definitely should not be dreaming about how the ferret performs in bed. Hermoine! Hermione could take his mind off the blonde. She would babble on about crap that he didn't really care about and his mind would just shut off like it always did.
Ron walked through the shop, thankful that today was a slow day. No customers browsed the shelves. No one to bother him. It took awhile, but he finally found her, kneeling on the ground restocking merchandise. He stood quietly for a minute watching her.
"Ron, you could at least help me restock these! Why are you so lazy? I wonder why your brothers even let you work in their shop at all." Hermione chastised him, not looking at him as she continued to refill the shelves. 'This would be a lot easier if we could use magic outside the school."
Draco wrapped his arms around Ron's waist. Trailing kisses down his neck. He hand played at the button of Ron's pants. Ron shivered and half closed his eyes as he pressed himself back against the blonde.
Ron's breath hitched. He needed to get Draco out of his head now. Roughly he grabbed Hermione by the wrist. Ignoring her small cry of protest, he dragged her with him. He didn't know where he was going or what exactly he was going to do. But he needed to do something to get rid of the Draco in his head. He pushed the door to the stock room open. Pushing Hermione in hard enough for her to fall on the ground. She landed with a yelp and before she could react, Ron had slammed the door, locked it and was on her. Crushing her lips against his. He pried her lips open with his tongue, sliding the appendage in her mouth, massaging and caressing her own. She pressed hands into his shoulders trying to get him off of her. But he had grow so much in the seven years she had known. He was bigger and stronger than her. Between kisses she pleaded for him to stop. He ignored her cries, held her hands down with his left hand and slide his right under her shirt. She squirmed underneath him, trying desperately to get away. Ron's hand found her right mound and began to fondle it gently. The lace of her bra grated roughly against the skin and she hissed in pain. Arching her back in another attempt to free herself of this Ron.
"I need you. Oh please, I need you." He repeated over and over again. She blocked out his words. Her eyes clenched shut, willing the tears to not spill. His hand moved from her breast to slide slowly down her stomach to her pants. He fumbled clumsily with the button and zipper. She trembled and tried to remove herself mentally from this ordeal. Ron's hand slowly slid into her pants, hands gliding through her woman's hair down to the moist center.
"RON! STOP!" As the words left her mouth, Ron was pulled roughly off her and thrown into the corner. She pulled herself into a ball, head covered by arms. A shuddered away from a soft touch on her shoulder, thinking it was Ron.
"Hermione?" Harry's soft voice brought her back to reality. She peered at him through tear soaked eyes.
"Harry!" She sobbed out as she flung herself on him. The boy who lived held her, soothing her gently, shooting glares at Ron. The Red head sat huddled in the corner, knees pulled to chest, chin on knees. He rocked himself slowly, looking through Harry. Hermione's sobs died down, but she didn't leave the embrace of Harry. Harry stood up, pulling Hermione with him.
"Ron," he spoke harshly, "stay here, I will be back for you in just a minute." Ron made no inclination if he would stay or not. He just continued to stare listlessly into nothing.
When he returned, Ron was still sitting in the same place, still staring into the same nothing. Angry Harry struck his best friend hard across the face.
"You asshole! What were you thinking?" Harry spat at him, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to his feet. Ron didn't look at him and did not answer. This only infuriated Harry even more. This time he punched Ron squarely on the nose.
"Draco…I…kissed Draco." Ron blurted out. Harry's mouth fell open. "Well actually, Draco kissed me. " Ron looked at Harry, tears in his own eyes. "Merlin's beard? What have I done? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too. It just happened, I could stop myself. I just needed to get him out of my head. And…and that was the only way I could think to do it. Oh gods! I am so sorry!" Ron collapsed against his closest friend, his tears soaking into the speckled young man's shirt.
"When did you see Draco?" He questioned, Ron only sobbed harder. Harry pushed him away and forced him to look him in the eye. "When did you see Draco, Ron?"
"Five days ago."
"Where?"
"In the alley not far from here."
"What were you doing in the alley?"
"I was bored, so I went for a walk."
"Ron! You could have been killed! Draco could have killed you, what were you thinking?" Harry whispered still angry as he hugged Ron to him. Harry bit his lower lip. Ron had seen Draco. That meant Draco had to be around here somewhere. Harry just needed to find the other horocruxes. He would avenge Dumbledore's death. He would help save that slytherine bastard.
Ron! You naughty boy! And do I sense a bit of HarryxRon action in there? What will the outcome be? Tune in next time!
