A/N: Hello! It has been a while! I have posted this chapter which has been in the working for a while.
I think I'm actually going to finish this one! (It may take a decade but... whose counting?)
Disclaimer: As always, these characters are owned by JK Rowling. This is a Fan created work.
When Ron finally awoke, sunlight was pouring into the room through the open window. He could feel the relieving breeze on his face and the light burned through his eyelids. He covered them with his hands and groaned. He had a massive headache. 'Oh my god.' he whispered to himself, images of the night before flashing through his mind. Ron recalled the entire scene and his stomach churned.
Someone's fucked me, he thought miserably, a merciless wave of guilt washing over him through his hang over. Someone's fucked me and there's no way to take it back.
The more he thought about it, the more sick he felt. His morning erection twitched under the sheets as the images continued to bombard his brain. He was unable to stop his already hard cock from responding to the memories.
I was drunk... that's all... he told himself comfortingly. Ron lifted his head and extended an arm, expecting to find Draco in the space between himself and the wall, but found the sheets were cold and empty.
'Merlin, Ron, I thought the alcohol had actually killed you.' said Draco's voice from the couch beside him. Ron could smell the coffee now and he opened his eyes. He turned on his side to see Draco already dressed and showered. He was relaxing on the couch with the Daily Prophet, coffee mug sitting on the table.
Ron was surprised to see Draco in muggle clothes. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt with some expensive looking muggle sneakers. Ron had to rub his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming... or still drunk. 'What time is it?' he sighed out groggy, if Malfoy was anything like Harry, it had to be before noon.
'It's Five o'Clock in the evening.' Draco informed him, standing. He abandoned his coffee on the table to approach the bed. Of course, Ron thought, Draco is nothing like Harry. 'Oh.' he whispered, rolling on his back. He never had the opportunity to sleep in so late before. His mother wouldn't let him and Harry and Hermione always woke him the fuck up.
'Why didn't you wake me?' he asked, rubbing his eyes with his palms.
'What can I say, Weasel?' he felt the bed shift. Ron removed his hands from his eyes to see Draco sitting beside him.
'You look damn beautiful when you're sleeping.' he leaned over and placed his lips on Ron's.
Ron flinched back. It was mostly accidental, but he was terribly confused. This whole bizarre circus was moving too fast. And he was, for some reason, afraid he had done something horribly wrong.
Draco looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. Ron thought he could detect sadness in his eyes, but he turned away and looked at the ground. 'Right then.' He said flatly, scowl crossing his face. 'I suppose you regret last night?' His expression was blank as he pulled away and rested his elbows on his knees. The disappointment in his face was more than Ron could bare. He sat up completely and found himself subconsciously sliding down the bed closer to Draco. He didn't regret it, it was the shock.
It was a possibility that Draco had actual feelings for him. Ron was willing to entertain the idea if he could feel them the other could. And having feelings for one another made sex okay, didn't it? Before he knew it he found himself pressed against Malfoy's back, chin resting on his shoulder. Ron was frowning, but at himself.
There was no way to take back what happened. There was no way to escape the things he was feeling for Draco. There was no way to refuse him. Even if he could Ron knew he would never be the same. The only thing worse than letting this happen, was for it never to happen again.
'I donno how I feel about it.' Ron heard himself say sincerely. 'I feel... almost like it wasn't real.' After a few moments of silence he could see Malfoy trying to suppress a smirk. Damn Malfoy. Ron observed him for a while and was eventually able to forget the shock he had experienced when he woke up.
'There's a shower in there,' Malfoy said suddenly, nodding to a door Ron hadn't noticed in the left corner of the room. 'Our stuff is in the towel closet.' Ron was relieved. He was dying for a shower, especially after last night.
Ron focused on Draco's face again, but this time, it was much more than observation. It was like Ron wanted to burn it into his memory for when he was absent. 'Malfoy.' he said, and Draco raised his eyebrows, 'What's going on here?' he asked with a chuckle.
Draco lay back on the bed now, staring at the ceiling. 'Your guess is as good as mine... Ron.'
Ron watched Draco's expression and knew that he was still trying not to smile. It was as if he was forcing himself not to. Forcing himself to sneer. To maintain that constant look of cool indifference, but he was failing. Ron thought nothing of it to grin at him as he got up and crossed to room to the shower.
The steam was thick as he stood under the hot water, taking the time to sort out his thoughts. He was going to have to patch things up with his friends eventually. He didn't want to hold any hostility toward anyone anymore. He felt like he had no reason for hostility in the first place.
He, Harry and Hermione had stuck together through everything and there was no point in cutting his ties with his friends. Perhaps it was the good shag he'd had that changed his perspective on things. He recalled the image of Draco he had previously implanted in his brain and found himself smiling, as if he had taken more Euphoria Elixir.
He dressed in his muggle clothes as well. Ron always wore muggle clothes on the weekends. They were simpler than robes. Made less of a scene. Perhaps that was why he had been taken aback to see Malfoy in a t-shirt and jeans. Ron opened the closet and found his trunk sitting there next to Malfoy's.
He frowned when he opened it and saw it was full with brand new (expensive looking) muggle clothes. He decided he was wearing grey. Ron checked the long mirror and found that these muggle clothes looked even better than his usual ones.
When Ron left the bathroom, Draco was laying on his back with his arms folded behind his head. His eyes were closed, snoozing as Ron had now noticed he did whenever he was waiting for time to pass. His usual smirk had managed to crawl upon his face during the brief period of unconsciousness. Ron chuckled. Now he knew why Draco hadn't woken him all day. Adorable. He thought fondly.
He opened one eye lazily as Ron lay beside him, kissing his neck tenderly and without hesitation. He wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and held him close to his body.
Draco brushed some damp hair from Ron's forehead. He let go of his hardened façade and looked deeply into Ron's eyes. 'I have never felt this way before.'
Ron didn't know how to respond, but Draco's devout stare forced him to speak sincerely. He replied with, 'Me either.'
Draco smiled openly this time. No sneer, not just a smirk, a full on toothy smile. Ron could only take in the glory of his handsome face and shift uncomfortably at it.
'We'd better get started, it's already six.'
Ron blinked at him as they sat up. 'Started on what?' he asked, confused.
Draco was already slipping his runners back on, 'Shenanigans?'
Ron groaned, face-palming. Draco snickered and stole a kiss from his lips. If tonight was going to end anything like last night did, Ron was willing to drink poison.
As he made his way to the door, he felt Draco grab his arm. Pulling him back into an embrace. He leaned in, gazing at Ron intently. He knew what Malfoy was trying to tell him. They couldn't reach to each other outside as freely as they could in this room. He knew Draco wanted it to look like they were just friends. Ron wanted it to look that way too and so he nodded silently.
He wished he had not wasted so much time beating himself up. Before they left into the hallway, Draco kissed him for a long time, tongue flicking into his mouth hungrily. Ron pushed him against the door and cradled Draco's face in his hands. He couldn't wait to come back to the room tonight.
They made their way down the hall and entered the pub of the Three Broomstick's Inn. The sunny bar was full of people. It was way past rush hour. 'We should get out of here.' Draco spat suddenly, gesturing toward the door. Ron looked around and saw the Gryffindors staring at them from the bar.
The group was complete. Harry, Hermione, Neville and his sister and the others watched as they entered from the Inn quarters of the building. Ginny was staring holes through him, her eyes bulging to the size of sickles. What the hell are you doing!? She mouthed from across the room. Ron shrugged, and shook his head. He heard Malfoy again, 'For fuck's sake.' When he turned around, Harry was making a beeline toward them.
'What's going on!?' Harry demanded, red faced. He grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him a few feet away, glaring at Malfoy. 'Ron... you have to tell me. This is looking crazy.' he hissed under his breath, attempting to compose himself.
Ron watched his futile attempts. 'It's complicated.' He said honestly. Looking over at Draco, who was rolling his eyes.
'Look,' Ron said, 'You guys were... occupied. And Malfoy wasn't. Okay? That's all.' It was half true. Harry didn't look satisfied. He pulled Ron further away from the crowd so he could speak to him in a firmer tone, as if he were a child.
'Malfoy, Ron? You could've picked anyone to hang out with and you picked Malfoy?!' Ron yanked his arm out of Harry's grasp.
'Malfoy picked me! He just showed up the other day and...' Ron trailed off, mind flashing with images of the last two days events, 'He just wanted to hang out, okay!?' He managed.
Harry stood silently for a moment. It seemed as though something was ticking in his brain. 'Why?' he asked in such bewilderment, it pricked at Ron's nerves, and he glared at him, 'Why not?'
Harry sighed, 'I didn't mean it like that.' Ron looked over to Draco, who had abandoned the spot where Ron left him and was over at the bar talking to Rosemerta. She was pouring him two shots. Ron thought the second one had been for him until Draco downed them both as fast as they had been set on the bar top. Ron shook his head, unable to stop himself from smiling stupidly. Harry looked at him incredulously, his features flushing crimson. He seemed recognize the intimacy of the moment and did not have the faintest idea how to respond.
'He's in Slytherin, Ron, and his father...' Harry leaned in, whispering, 'He's a Death Eater! He is probably a Death Eater himself!'
Ron growled angrily and this time, he took Harry a little farther off from the crowd now. 'Who cares if he is in Slytherin, Harry?!' Ron bit back, 'Slytherin is just a house at Hogwart's! It doesn't mean anything more than your personality traits on the outside!'
Harry's eyes narrowed, peering at Ron. 'His Father is a Death Eater.' Harry said finally, in a last ditch attempt to convince Ron to stay away from Malfoy.
It wasn't going to happen.
'No, Harry.' he hissed under his breath, 'His father is in Azkaban.'
Harry stood silently for a moment, watching Malfoy. 'We all knew that, Ron.' His expression had changed and he looked intrigued, maybe even disappointed. He knew what it was like in Azkaban. His own Godfather had spent thirteen years rotting there.
'What about all the other stuff, Ron?' He demanded, leaning close to whisper. 'What about all his suspicious behaviour? The lavatory... What we saw at Borgin and Burkes... something is not right with him!'
Ron sighed shuffling his feet. 'He's different, now.'
'So... you're saying... he's trying to change?'
Ron didn't know if Harry was going to buy it, but it seemed like the best way to go. Pulling on Harry's heartstrings, he said, 'Yeah! He's changed a lot.' Boy, that was an understatement. 'Draco's all right.'
Harry examined him, eyebrows raised. 'Draco?'
Ron bit his lip and looked back down at the floor. 'Just give Malfoy a chance...' Harry seemed defeated now. Ron knew he felt guilty for attacking Draco with the Half Blood Prince's curse (even if he would never admit it) and was probably willing to clear his conscience. Having exhausted all he had in the way that Draco was bad, he looked from Ron to Draco and released a defeated sigh.
'All right,' he said. 'We'll... see how this works.'
Ron and Harry walked together toward the bar. Everyone was smiling when they saw Harry accompanying him, thinking the mess was over. They fell back in to shock and confusion, however, as Harry took his place by Ginny and Ron strode by, waving awkwardly. He watched their stunned faces as he passed them, but he wasn't concerned with them. Instead, Ron turned his attention to Draco, who had been watching the whole time, awaiting the outcome of their conversation.
'So what did Pothead have to say?' The relief in his voice was evident, regardless of the jab at Harry. Ron rolled his eyes, swallowing the shot that Draco had waiting for him quickly. He didn't choke or slosh it this time.
He saw Draco's approving expression and he grinned internally. 'He asked me what we were doing together.' Malfoy leered at him, 'What did you tell him?' Ron raised a hand to get Rosemerta's attention, when she eyed him he said, 'Two butterbeers, please.' She nodded and suddenly, by magic, two butterbeers appeared in front of them. 'Crafty trick, Madame,' Malfoy called to her. Rosemerta waved a hand at him bashfully.
'I told him that they were busy and you weren't. And he said ok.'
Draco quirked a brow, looking amused. 'You told the truth?' He looked over to the group of Gryffindors. Harry was talking quietly. At one point they all looked over toward Draco in unison. 'Good move, Weasel, I never would have thought of that.' Ron snorted into his Butterbeer.
At first couples snogged publicly and in large groups. Then they went off by themselves. He was on his fourth shot of Fire Whiskey when Harry approached him, he could see his sister frowning in the background.
'Don't you think you've had enough rum, Ron?' he asked, disapproving.
After last night, Ron was sure he could handle anything.
'Who asked you, Potty?' Draco sneered, downing another shot. He, of course was on straight shot number six or seven. And he never mixed his alcohol with anything... well maybe some Euphoria Elixer.
Ron knew his sister and she would probably give Harry a lot of shit later if he didn't say anything. Malfoy turned in his seat to scoff into another glass of Butterbeer. 'Harry, I got it.' Ron said firmly, the issue was not up for debate.
Harry looked from Ron to Malfoy, shrugged and went back to where Ginny was waiting for him. 'What the hell is his problem!?' Malfoy asked distastefully, as if he could not believe the audacity.
'He hasn't got one,' Ron assured him, 'My sister made him.' This seemed to make sense to Draco and he shrugged it off.
Ron was wasted again, but at least this time he hadn't tried keeping up with Draco. He was finding himself able to keep a level head. When the sun had long sunken behind the Earth, Harry approached them again.
'Ron, are you coming back to the castle?' Ron dared a glance at Malfoy who was glaring at Harry with the deepest hatred.
'Uhh... No.' Ron said. He was definitely staying with Malfoy. 'I'm staying in a room here.' Ron thought that was vague enough.
Harry stood staring at them for a long time before turning on his heel and heading for the door.
'Hey, Potter!' Malfoy called. Ron looked to his left, bewildered. When Harry wheeled around, his expression was hilarious. Shocked, confused, pissed off, awkward. Ron turned and stuck his knuckles in his mouth. It was all he could do to keep from laughing.
'Why don't you stay and have a drink?' Malfoy turned to down a huge glass of Fire Whiskey in one gulp. After he'd downed it, he turned back to Harry, unaffected by the burn of the alcohol. 'If you think you can keep up.'
Harry stood frozen. His expression was frantic, eyes darting from Ron to Draco. 'Fine!' He really meant, "Challenge Accepted". Harry turned and set off toward Ron's sister who was waiting for him. He seemed to loose much of his fire the closer he got to her imposing figure. Like a dog does when he thinks he's done something great, but finds himself in trouble.
Ron groaned, Ginny was looking back at him in alarm and disgust. Harry just showed her silently to the door. She was talking frantically at him, continuously looking back and gesturing. When they were all the way outside, Malfoy turned to him. 'You're little sister there looks hard to please.'
'Watch it.' Ron warned.
The doorbell jingled as Harry returned, crossing the Three Broomsticks and assuming the seat to the right of Ron. He was sitting stiff, visibly awkward. He looked smugly down at Malfoy and said, 'So what do you guys do for fun?'
Draco wasted no time, he threw his hand up in his air. 'Three, please!' he called to the beloved Barmaid before Harry had the chance to say a word.
'Oh... My girlfriend might get angry with me...' Harry said.
'I wont say a word.' Ron declared. Wearing a grin so evil, it belonged on Draco. 'You can blame it all on me.' The Slytherin eyed Ron with satisfaction.
'Neither will I.' Draco said, 'So why don't you shut it and have a good time Harry?' Malfoy's voice flooded with sarcasm as he spoke the name. Ron suppressed a chuckle.
Rosemerta appeared in front of them, 'Hello Mr. Potter!' She chimed at Harry, setting one of the shot glasses directly in front of him. Rosemerta seemed to assume the three of them had resolved their differences. She nodded at them, beaming obliviously, refilling their glasses to the rim and turning away to serve the other tenants. Some of whom were remaining Gryffindors. Ron had caught them watching in intrigue when Harry sat down. Things looked a lot less dodgy now. Maybe there was a method to Malfoy's madness.
Harry stared down at the Whiskey tentatively. Ron and Draco downed their shots in unison. Harry eyed them and bit his lip. Ron couldn't help but laugh. Harry picked up the glass and swallowed the shot. Draco snorted as Harry's face screwed up in disgust.
'Can't shoot whiskey, Harry?' Ron laughed, patting him on the back a little. 'I can shoot it fine...' Harry mumbled. Draco snorted loudly. 'Must be a Gryffindor thing.'
This time Ron lifted a hand, 'Rosemerta, I think we're gonna need another one.' The glasses were magically refilled without even a sideways glance. Ron thought he heard Harry moan in protest but when they both turned to look at him, he feigned enthusiasm. 'Ok...!' he said, 'Let's... do another one... shot!'
An hour later, Harry was roaring drunk. At first he rambled on to Ron, 'Yunno, mate, I though' you los' it.' Harry waved his arm in the air, which Ron had to drunkenly dodge to avoid getting himself smacked cross the face. He was sounding like Seamus, which made Ron laugh at almost every word he said.
'You two... I ha' no idea what the bloody 'ell you were up to. Stop laffin' 'm suurius.' Harry occasionally stopped to hiccup while Draco and Ron laughed their asses off. 'And now I know!' he said, voice hitching to a higher pitch and lifting his arms as if it were some great mystery to which the answer had been found. 'This guy,' Harry said, turning to talk to the empty bar stool, 'I though' he went mad! Bu' 'e was jus' gettin' drunk!'
Draco nudged Ron, 'You handle your liquor better than Potter. We can't take him anywhere.' He was scowling. Ron detected disappointment. He thought of the Wizards behind the hidden door. No, Harry definitely could not be taken in there. Ron glanced over at him, Harry was rambling on and on to nobody. Witches and weird-o's alike were chortling from across the pub.
Ron enchanted water into Harry's glass, 'Drink that a while.' He told Harry as Draco's eyes glittered in his direction. Harry looked grateful to see the neutral fluid. 'Thanks mate!' he said, chugging the water like it was the Elixir of Youth.
'What do you usually drink, Potter? Pumpkin Juice?' Draco jabbed at him. Ron was about to fix a glare on him when Harry said, 'Yes, actually.' He had clearly forgotten who he was sitting with. 'That or Butterbeer.' Malfoy shook his head, smiling. 'Figures.'
Before long, Draco laughed openly at Harry. He even pointed at times. It was like sitting with two different people than Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
Harry roared on about Dudley with Malfoy laughing hysterically at the thoughts of a shrieking muggle boy with a pig tail. 'Those muggles must've been traumatized!" Draco laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
'You 'ave no idea!' Harry hiccuped. 'They had to have it removed by one doctor and then he had to see another doctor to keep from going mental!' Draco's amusement at the Dursley's was clearly too much even for him to contain. He was laughing so hard his eyes were tearing up.
Draco's smile could conquer countries. It was no wonder Harry was able to forget that this was Malfoy, his enemy. When he was smiling, Draco did not look like his old self. Ron could not take his eyes from him and soon, the sound of Harry's voice was drowned out by his own thoughts. Warmth crept through his insides the longer he continued to gaze at Draco. He wanted to lean over and kiss him, to pull him close and feel his body. He could only sigh sadly.
Draco caught Ron gazing at him. He leaned over and discreetly blew hot air on Ron's ear, who shivered in surprise and choked back a moan. In the same instant, Draco was back over in his seat. As if he had done nothing. Ron smiled and this time he sighed happily.
The night seemed to pass quickly. Harry's head was lolling forward and he was snoring softly. 'We should take him out for some air. Not that it would help...' Draco snickered, poking Harry. 'That's a good idea, c'mon help me carry him.' Ron said lifting one of Harry's arms over his shoulders.
'Fuck that.' Draco said flatly, 'Make the house elves do it.' Ron snorted, 'No, don't bother the house elves. We're going to take him.'
Draco sighed and stood up, hoisting Harry's other arm over his shoulder, 'Don't bother the house elves!?' he spat, 'Honestly. Granger really is getting to your head. That's what they live for.'
Ron laughed as they lifted Harry off the stool and headed for the door. He was extraordinarily light, 'I know that's what they live for. That's not why we didn't ask the house elves.' Ron opened the door with his free hand and lead Harry outside, sitting him on one of the barrels.
'Then why!?" Malfoy asked in confusion.
'Because he's our friend.' Ron replied with laughter.
When Harry came around he was a little more sober. 'Where am I?' he asked, squinting. His glasses were crooked. Malfoy straightened them with one finger, Ron saw him discreetly wipe that finger on his pants.
'Outside the Three Broomsticks,' Ron told him, 'Are you all right?'
Harry nodded slightly, 'Yah... I just wanna sleep.'.
Draco folded his arms, 'He's not going to make it back to the Castle.' Ron nodded, secretly cursing him for being too drunk to return to Hogwart's.
'He'll have to take the couch.'
'This time we're calling the house elves.' Draco stated firmly. Ron didn't argue.
The house elves carried Harry to Suite Number Five. Ron and Draco stayed until the pub's last call. 'Let's go back to the room.' Draco said finally, when they had no other choice. Ron was on his feet before he could even think. Malfoy left another satchel on the bar top and they left to the Inn quarters.
Harry had sprawled out on the couch, laying on his stomach and groaning softly. Ron hadn't noticed the bottle of Fire Whiskey that Draco had smuggled from the bar until he lifted it, 'Lets drink this in the bathroom.' He whispered, nodding to the hammered Harry Potter. Ron nodded, and grinned.
Draco sat, leaning against the towel closet door, quickly twisting off the cap of the Fire Whiskey and taking a swig. Ron leaned against the bath tub and accepted the bottle when Draco handed it over to him. 'Potter doesn't party much, does he, Weasley?'
Ron laughed and shook his head, 'No definitely not. I didn't either until... Now.' He took a few healthy sips of the Whiskey. He heard Draco chuckle from across the way.
'What?' Ron asked with a grin. Malfoy just tilted his head back with a slight smirk and took another swig of whiskey. Setting the bottle an arm's length away from them, he turned to Ron and crawled on his hands and knees toward him.
His heart pounded as Draco straddled him, rocking his hips gently. He propped himself up on the tub, hands planted on either side of Ron. Grey eyes hovered over his, gazing longingly. Ron was gripped with the energy of Draco's body and released a soft whimper.
Ron imagined all the things Draco knew. He was a great wizard, Ron hadn't seen him fail at a spell yet. He imagined all the dark arts he must have learned from his father. It gave Malfoy a whole new sense of presence. Of power. As Draco pressed his lips to Ron's, he felt a great rush of energy and his eyes fluttered shut. He recognized the unmistakable feeling of blood rushing to his cock and gave himself up willingly to it. He exhaled in bliss and opened his mouth to slide his tongue along Draco's lower lip.
Ron opened his eyes as the other suddenly pulled away. Draco's cheeks were flushed as hazy grey eyes scanned him. Ron could see the outline of Draco's cock brush against his own protruding member. The sensation made Ron quiver. Draco seized Ron's shoulders possessively, claiming his lips yet again. But in a much more desperate and passionate kiss.
He felt the length of Draco's cock grind against him, hips bucking up into the delightful friction. Ron released a surprised moan, which Draco swallowed greedily, refusing to break the kiss. Draco bit down gently on his lip. Ron released a helpless groan as he was overtaken with excitement. Draco chuckled gingerly, placing both of Ron's hands on either side of him.
To Ron's surprise, he found himself latching on. Steadying Draco's hips so they could grind harder. Ron let his head fall back and when it did, Draco pulled his shirt off. Ron moaned at the sight of his flawless porcelain flesh as it was exposed and lifted himself to litter Draco's collar-bone and chest with kisses.
'I want yours off too.' Draco sighed out desperately as he tugged on the collar of Ron's tshirt. Ron wasted no time, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it sideways.
He felt Malfoy's smooth hands tracing his exposed stomach and he sighed softly. Goosebumps rose on his skin. 'I want you.' Ron blurted out accidentally. Draco laughed softly and rocked his hips back and forth on Ron's cock.
Draco leaned in and kissed Ron's slightly open mouth, 'I... never thought I would hear you say that.' he whispered, 'I was afraid you would change your mind when you woke up.'
Ron stare at him unblinkingly. 'I definitely have not changed my mind.' Was his assuring reply.
Draco chuckled and pressed his lips against the Gryffindors once more. 'How do you want me?' He whispered between kisses. Ron looked up at him, this was something he'd never considered. 'How do you want me?" he replied.
'Right..' Draco said, smirking, 'You're a half virgin.' He climbed off Ron's lap and stood in front of him, feet planted firmly on either side of the Gryffindor's hips.
The bulge in his jeans became eye level with Ron's face. He watched hungrily as Draco popped the button open letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor, hard length extending toward Ron's face. He saw Ron staring and gripped it tightly with a smirk. Stroking it slowly as the redhead's eyes grew wide.
The head of Draco's cock withdrew completely from its foreskin and Ron wanted to taste it on his tongue immediately. Hypnotized, he lifted a hand and grabbed a handful of Draco's balls. Kneading them softly as he flicked his tongue across the head. It was so damn smooth, Ron took it between his lips. Desperately lapping at the silky flesh. He listened to Draco moan, becoming extremely aroused by his responses.
Ron was breathing rapidly as he fumbled with the button and zip on his jeans. Once his own throbbing member was released, he gripped his own cock and stroked it clumsily. He was mildly aware of Draco watching him. He withdrew his cock from Ron's mouth. It glistened as it twitched slightly. 'Too soon.' Was all he whispered before dropping down to straddle Ron once more.
He could feel Malfoy's tight ass cheeks against his cock. The friction was so teasing, Ron's hips bucked up against them. He traced his fingers down Draco's back. Ron felt him shudder under his finger tips and he smiled to himself. Being able to effect someone like Draco in this way had a satisfying effect. He grasped both of Draco's perfect ass cheeks, grinding his cock against them.
'Draco...' he whispered softly. Unbearably curious, he parted Malfoy's ass cheeks and groped for his opening. 'Oh my god.' He groaned as he found it, and slowly slid a finger inside. Draco jerked up, looking at Ron with wide eyes. Malfoy steadied himself as Ron probed carefully deeper. It felt incredibly tight. Ron's make-out sessions with Lavender had never progressed as far as fingering. It was so hot inside Draco's body, Ron imagined fucking him and moaned in anticipation.
'It feels good.' Draco hissed, biting his earlobe gently. 'I know.' Ron whispered back breathlessly, thinking back to last night. Draco leaned close to Ron's face, brushing his lips along his jaw, piercing grey eyes never leaving Ron.
'I... want you to fuck me.' Draco moaned into his ear, 'I want you to loose your virginity to me completely.'
Ron nodded silently. He was sure that was also what he wanted.
He watched as Dracos hand gripped his cock, positioning the head against his opening. Ron felt incredible tightness around him as Draco lowered himself. He resisted the urge to thrust up inside as he was surrounded by tight heat. Then a wave of pleasure to which he almost lost his load. Just the tip of his cock was inside Malfoy.
'Aah! Draco!' he whimpered as he was engulfed in heat. Draco buried his face in the nape of his neck, inching Ron further inside him.
He felt the glorious weight of Malfoy's body all around him. He was consumed by Draco. He was sure his whole soul had gone inside of Malfoy with his dick. He felt himself become surrounded by his taught inside and it was warmer than he'd imagined.
He heard Draco release a groan, a sound caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. Ron was now as far inside Draco as he could go. 'There,' he whispered into Ron's ear, his voice sounded strained, 'You are not a virgin anymore.' He swore he could feel the other's pulse as rippling muscles clenched around him tightly. Ron's cock twitched against Draco's insides and he winced. 'Aah.. fuck...' he hissed quietly as he wrapped his arms around Ron's neck.
His hands shot to Draco's hips and held him still. 'Does it hurt?' Ron whispered, alarmed. Draco smirked and shook his head, 'It's nothing.' Draco rocked his hips and Ron could not help but moan. He was all the way inside and Ron thought if Malfoy moved, he might come. He hadn't even managed to start fucking yet.
'Wait...' he hissed into Malfoy's ear, now. 'We.. we can't anyway... I'll cum too soon.'
Draco nodded and pulled away to look at Ron, who could tell by his furrowed eyebrows that he was in pain. He was panting frantically, eyes narrowed and glazed. They had to wait until he was adjusted.
Ron lifted a hand to Draco's face and pulled him close enough for their lips to graze gently. 'Just... give it a second,' He whispered, catching Malfoy's tongue and entwining it with his.
Ron bit Draco's lip gently and immediately felt his insides spasm around his cock. It was like a thousand tiny hands jerking him off. Again, he almost came. Draco moaned into Ron's mouth and grabbed a handful of red hair. He broke the kiss only to say, 'It's... feeling good now.' in a shaken voice. Ron exhaled, desperate to start thrusting. He felt Draco relax. The extreme tightness that seemed too much for him was suddenly released. When it happened, Draco released an, 'Oooh!' of ecstasy.
It was then Draco began rocking his hips. Ron felt his hot body surrounding him again and again. Feeling the waves of pleasure shoot up his cock and fanning out into the rest of his body, Ron released a loud groan.
Their eyes locked. Draco's face was more flushed than Ron had ever seen it. He was taking in the sight when he saw Draco's lips move. He was saying. 'I feel like I'm gunna cum.' Ron's head fell back and he moaned. He watched as Draco grabbed hold of his cock and started pumping it furiously. Ron thrust his hips up this time. He fucked Draco for only seconds before Ron he felt the muscles inside Draco's body tremor.
'So hard!' Draco choked out, spilling cum all over Ron's chest. The sensation threw Ron over the edge and he experienced an orgasm that rippled throughout his body for what seemed like forever. As it did, he moaned so loud it resonated off the bathroom walls.
Draco collapsed against him, sweating and winded. Ron wrapped his arms around Draco and held him in place. He did not withdraw his semi-hard cock from Draco's body. He wanted to be like this for a while. As close as he could get to Malfoy. Inside.
He inhaled Draco's scent and closed his eyes. He never wanted this moment to end. He wanted to die right there because he was sure there was no greater pleasure coming to him in life. His mind went blank and he allowed himself to finally experience the emotions he had developed for this person over just a few days in full force. They were strong, absorbing, even. He could feel it as he gave himself up. Offering his mind and body, as they no longer seemed relevant.
So euphoric was he, he was allowing himself to think things Ron knew he could never be able to verbally express. I love you. He dared to think. It was the best way to describe how he felt. This undying devotion that locked him to this bloody Slytherin.
'I love you, too.' Draco whispered.
Ron froze. He was sure he hadn't said that out loud. Had he? He eyed the bottle of Fire Whiskey with suspicion. He looked down at Draco, still slightly confused. Had he said that out loud? Ron opened his mouth to ask if he had spoken, but the words became lost. Ron was sure he had not said that out loud. His gut told him something was amiss.
What? He thought at Draco, surprising himself with this stoke of genius.
Draco looked up at him quizzically. When he registered Ron's expression, he seemed alarmed. 'What?' Draco asked, withdrawing himself quickly to look Ron square in the eyes.
Ron returned his gaze, frowning. 'I didn't say anything. You knew what I was thinking, though!' he continued quickly, shaking his head. He knew he hadn't imagined it. 'I know you did. You heard me think... You heard what... I thought about you. You answered my thought.'
Draco's expression changed from alarm to frustration. Ron felt his cock slide out and he moaned in protest. He didn't let Malfoy go far, grabbing his waist firmly. He brain searched for an explanation. To his surprise, he came up with one in seconds.
'Are you a Legilimens?' Ron asked.
It was really the only explanation. No matter how rare natural Legilimens were. Ron knew all about it. Harry had been forced to take Occlumency with Snape last year. Hermione gave them the Complete 101. She even prepared a test and assigned research. Ron thought that was a good laugh. For the first time in four days, Draco fixed an earnest glare upon Ron. The glare ripped through his heart. It seemed ages since Draco had sent him a glare. 'I didn't want you to know.'
Ron recognized Draco's discomfort immediately. The worry written all over his face. Ron bit his lip, trying to recall everything he'd ever thought around Malfoy. Nothing needed to be kept secret now. Any thoughts he may have had in the past could never surpass the deeds they had done over this weekend.
'None of it matters anymore.' Ron whispered as he picked himself off of the floor. The bathroom was narrow enough he could easily trap Draco between himself and the closet door. Draco was silenced. He straightened himself, eyes never breaking contact. Ron gazed into them as he boldly stole a kiss from Draco's lips.
It's not that bad. Ron thought at him. Knowing now that he would hear it. Draco's face broke into a satisfied smirk. It was too late to take it back, anyway. It seemed bizarre, but he definitely loved Draco.
They showered together. Ron found no freckles on the entirety of the others body. He was sure Draco was finding plenty on him. They stopped many times to kiss passionately, tongues flicking between each others mouths. Draco had even rested against Ron's body for a long time. Both leaning against the wall. He felt an inundate connection to Malfoy. He was sure he had left his heart behind somewhere in Draco's body when he was fucking him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, preserving this perfect moment.
'Will you teach me?' Ron asked when they were toweling off.
Draco eyed him. 'What haven't I taught you all ready?'
'Legilimency.' Ron said, pulling a white tshirt over his head. Draco was already dressed and leaning against the door. 'Maybe... another day.' he said. Ron wasn't satisfied, pressing himself up against Malfoy. Basking in his musky, woodsy scent. He sucked a spot on Dracos neck between his lips, who pulled him in closer. Ron now had a word for the startling devotion he had already seen in Malfoys storm grey eyes many times.
When Draco opened the bathroom door, to Ron's horror, he saw Harry sitting upright. He was wearing the most disgruntled and disgusted expression. Ron had forgotten Harry's presence in Suite Number Five and knew that in doing so, he made a horrible mistake. He realized Harry had heard them fucking. His expression was hilarious, if it weren't under such serious circumstances, Ron would have bust out laughing.
'Right then.' Harry said, gesturing to the door. 'I am just going to leave.' He wobbled drunkenly out of the room.
'Harry, wait!' Ron cried, darting past Draco to follow him out into the corridor. Harry wheeled around to stare at Ron expectantly.
'I can explain...' he said, stomach doing flip-flops.
'Oh you don't have to explain.' Harry said taking a step forward. 'I heard everything.'
Ron froze. He didn't know what to say, now. 'I'm sorry.' Was the best he could come up with.
'Don't be.' Harry said with an odd laugh, looking away. 'I just... can't believe it. You... were you really doing what I think you were doing?' Ron looked at the floor, shuffling his feet shamefully, 'Probably worse.'
Harry huffed, shaking his head. 'We wanted it to look like we were just friends.' Ron explained.
Harry shifted his weight awkwardly, 'That was spoiled days ago, when you sat at the Slytherin table.' He continued quickly, 'I told them there was no way in bloody hell... but I guess there was.'
Ron groaned, 'I told him that would happen.' Harry then roared with laughter, 'You sound like one of those couples.' Previously, Ron had hated those couples. But now, he understood why they behaved the way they did. 'Sue me.' Ron said.
Harry gestured down the Hallway. 'Seriously, I'm going back to the castle.' Ron nodded in understanding. 'Please don't tell anyone.' He pleaded, just in case.
Harry looked at him nervously. 'Not even Ginny?' Ron took a step forward, a little threateningly, 'Especially not my sister.'
Harry grinned and nodded. 'Of course not, you git. You two are just "friends"' Ron nodded. 'Right. Thanks, mate.'
Harry really was the best friend he could ever have. Harry stared at him for a moment, 'Are you gay, Ron?' His voice was understanding. 'You know you can... Tell me.'
The question surprised him, 'No.' he said. Ron had never before been attracted to boys. 'I just...can't really help it. I kinda just... It's Draco. I can't help it. He just does something to me.'
Harry snorted and shook his head, setting off down the hallway.
Ron knew Harry was the most trustworthy person in the world. So he sighed in relief, returning to the confines of Suite Number Five.