'Okay... are you ready to try again?' Draco asked, raising his wand in his left hand.

Ron nodded dragging himself off of the cold wooden floor and back onto his feet. He wiped a film of perspiration from his forehead with the back of one hand, clutching his wand with the other. His hair and clothes were drenched in sweat and he was beginning to feel nauseated.

Ron turned back to face Malfoy. 'You're sure this is how people practice this stuff?'

Draco chuckled darkly and with a nod said, 'Until you get it right.'

Ron exhaled in exhaustion but raised his right arm once again, aiming for the center of Malfoy's forehead. 'Now clear your mind and focus on creating a pathway into mine.' Draco instructed. Ron took a deep breath and thrust his wand forward. 'Legilimens!' He bellowed, a burst of energy exploding from the tip of his wand.

Ron watched as the space surrounding them became dark and distorted yet again. He felt pressure on his forehead as he squinted through the dark mist. He pushed back against the force with all his might, until he could hear ghostly voices in the distance. One even sounded like his own. Another sounded like Lucious Malfoy. Ron tightened every muscle that he had any sort of motor control over and with this exertion of energy the distortion of space around him ceased, the pressure released. They were standing still in the Room of Requirement. Ron was exhausted. His head throbbed and he could feel the blood rushing through his body. 'I heard voices that time.'

Draco half smiled, 'That's good.' He crossed the room to approach Ron, stopping a few feet in front of him. 'You just need to find the sweet spot.'

Ron stood limply, watching him, insides burning. Over the last few days he had learned not to keep his hopes up when Draco approached him. He was holding back more than Ron thought he would. Whenever Draco approached him since the Hogsmeade trip, it was like an animal who was circling it's prey. Biding it's time.

Ron could feel the sexual tension beginning to build. He often wished Draco would at least reach out and touch him like in the few days before the trip. Draco gazed into Ron's eyes, a slight smile creeping up his lips. He nodded toward the wall before he sat, leaning against it, 'Let's take a break.' Ron was all too happy to rush to his side, leaning against the wall himself.

'You're better than I thought you'd be.' Draco admitted, although being Draco, not all hints of sarcasm were erased. 'This is only your third lesson.'

Ron grinned as he twisted his wand between his fingers, 'Glad I impressed you.'

Draco continued to snicker and elbowed Ron as he said, 'Guess you are a pure blood after all.'

Ron allowed a chuckle to escape his throat, 'I told you I could do it.'

Draco had found Ron in the corridor Monday morning before he'd even made it to the Great Hall for breakfast.

'Hey!' Ron called. He felt a flood of warmth at the sight of Draco. After being separated from him for a night, he found himself dreading any further separation. He was afraid he'd wake up while Draco was gone only to find it had all been in his imagination. The robes he found in the box under his bed when he awoke was comforting evidence.

'New robes?' Draco said with a smirk as they reached each other. He dusted off Ron's shoulder with the back of his hand. Ron was beginning to think it was a compulsion. 'And not hung over this morning.' Draco snickered.

Ron felt the intense attraction that always drew them together return with a vengeance. He found it immensely hard not to reach over and grab hold of Draco. It was hard to think of anything else now that he knew there was a restriction. Malfoy made it easy by continuing on toward the Great Hall, surrounding them with other students. He offered Ron a fond smirk.

'That would be the absence of alcohol in my system.' Ron said flatly as they passed through the great wooden doors and made their way to the Slytherin table. When they sat down, no one gave as much as a sideways glance. Even the other Slytherins seemed bored with Draco's antics.

As Ron dug into breakfast, he once again hadn't noticed Draco making a second cup of coffee for him until it was slid in his direction. ' 'Fanks.' Ron mumbled appreciatively through a mouthful of toast, ' 'A swar' 'a'll dwink it 'fis time.'

Draco rolled his eyes, flicking a crumb off of his sleeve. 'Don't mention it.'

Ron had begun to sip his coffee when Draco turned toward him in his seat and said in a hushed voice, 'We're going to be practicing Legilimency in the Room of Requirement, today. After class.'

Ron choked on his coffee at Draco's words. He had barely processed Legilimency and Room of Requirements when he turned excitedly, 'Really!? When!?'

Draco stared at him before repeating irritably, 'After class.' After a moment's thought he added, 'Try to keep this between us..'

'How'd you find it all ready?' The Slytherin leered into his lap. 'I spend a lot of time in there.' Ron mentally went over his Monday schedule, he and Draco had no classes together that day. 'I wont see you until then.' he pointed out miserably. The thought of such separation seemed unbearable. He wouldn't even be able to touch Draco with other students and the professors around and that just made him want to remain in his presence to compensate.

'I know,' he lowered his voice, turning to head to make sure no one was listening. His eyes even scanned the Professor's table. 'But it's only six hours.'

I'll miss you. Ron thought, knowing Draco would hear.

'It's mutual.' Was Draco's smooth reply. Ron could still sense sadness in Draco's voice. 'No one will be able to get in to the Room of Requirement while we're already in there, though.' Ron suggested with a grin.

Draco leaned back in his seat wearing his signature smirk and folded his hands behind his head. 'Suppose you're right.'

They had been there as often as they could since. Now it was Friday and thank Merlin the weekend was tomorrow. He and Draco would have a lot more time to practice. And perhaps some privacy. However as the days passed, Ron discovered to his dismay, the privacy made no difference. Draco was all work and no play.

Draco leaned forward slowly, leaving Ron time to doubt himself. When he felt hot air brush his across his cheeks, a surge of excitement exploded within him. The ripples pulsed throughout his limbs. He inhaled in shock when their lips had become so near, Ron could taste Draco on the air.

'Still not used to me?' Draco asked teasingly.

Ron blushed, 'When would I have had the time?'

Ron felt a rush of energy as their lips met. He relished the taste of the others mouth. Draco deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue hungrily across Ron's bottom lip, who moaned as his lips parted. He felt Draco's hands on his stomach. Tugging the tshirt he wore up his abdomen, exposing the flesh beneath. Ron shivered in pleasure, cock rising to half mast as Draco teased his body.

When the kiss was broken, Ron found himself pinned against the wall. Piercing silver eyes burned into his. Ron lifted hand to trace his fingertips across a flawless porcelain cheek. Draco's gaze softened, arms limp at his sides. He remained still as Ron continued. His fingertips followed the curve of his jaw, following the tendons down his neck until he caressed his collarbone, which was near enough for him to kiss and suck slightly between his lips. Draco's eyes hadn't left him for a millisecond. Ron couldn't help but smile shyly up at him.

Draco's cheeks flushed red, eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. 'Ron...' He half-moaned half-whispered as his eyes slipped closed. Void of scowl, sneer or smirk, he looked peaceful. Gorgeous. Ron whimpered at his perfection.

'I've always wanted you.' Draco seemed to blurt out.

Ron chuckled as he examined Draco's expression. 'What do you mean?'

'Here.' he said, retreating. Ron felt abandoned on the floor. 'Try Legilimens again and I'll bet I can show you.'

The proposal intrigued Ron and provided him the adrenaline to continue. He jumped to his feet and raised his wand eagerly. This time Draco didn't lift his wand, he instead held his wand arm at his side. His eyes were tightly shut, as though he were focusing on forcing a certain memory to the surface. 'Ok,' He said opening his eyes, 'I want you to try it now.'

Without hesitation, Ron thrust his wand forward and shouted, 'Legilimens!'

Space distorted around him again. He felt the dark mist pressing against his forehead. This time Ron pushed back against it tenaciously until he felt as though his entire body had passed through a barrier. Inside, it was pitch black. Ron looked frantically from left to right, searching for a source of light. How could he find anything in this place, let alone Draco's thoughts?

'Ron' whispered a voice.

Surprised, he wheeled around in the direction of the voice, searching for the source in the darkness.

Slowly, images faded in to view. He could make out the green tint and the Slytherin de cour that littered the walls. The floors were black marble and the room had been filled with matching black leather furniture. He assumed he was in Draco's Room at his home in the Malfoy Manor. Ron's eyes devoured the sight. Malfoy's room alone was bigger than the entire Burrow. In the middle of the back wall he saw Draco on his king-sized bed. Ron could only make out his silvery hair in the night.

'Fuck,' Draco whimpered.

He watched silently, so silently he could hear his heart thudding in his ears. He could see only Draco's shadow moving. 'Why...!?' Draco hissed in frustration. Ron stepped silently toward the end of the bed. He could see Draco's face. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hanging open. Ron's view of the memory was getting clearer and clearer as he watched, astonished. Draco's cheeks were flushed and he was panting under the blanket.

As realization crept over Ron, Draco kicked the blanket off of himself to release the heat that had been building up inside. Ron was hit with the blast of it as the blanket hit the floor. He gasped and quivered at the sight of what lay beneath.

Every part of his body came alive as he saw Draco laying with his flannels pulled down to his knees, stroking himself. His cock wasn't as big as Ron knew it to be now, but still impressive. It was smooth and hairless, balls drawn tight up to the base of his cock. Draco was stroking it slowly, the fingers of his left fist curled tightly around his length, slowly pumping it up and down, pearly white beads of precum forming at the tip. With his right hand he was squeezing his nipple, twisting it slightly.

'Oh...! Ron...' He moaned.

Ron felt chills crawl down his back. His cock stiffened at the sound of his name as he watched the younger Draco squirm, fisting his cock. Precum coated the entire length, now. Ron could see it glistening. 'Fuck.' Draco cursed, stroking himself faster before slowing down again, almost to a stop. Then seconds later the pace would pick up as before. Ron couldn't move, he couldn't hear himself think. He could only process the scene in front of him.

'Somethin's gunna...' Draco groaned suddenly, thrusting his hips up into his own hand. Ron stood motionless as he watched the cum shoot out, only to cover Draco's tight stomach. He could feel his own cock throbbing along with his heart beat.

Suddenly, Ron had the wind taken out of him. He felt as though he'd been sucked through a vacuum and was greeted with the hard-wood floor of the Room of Requirements. He gasped for air as he crawled to his knees and looked up. He was covered in hot sweat but now for a different reason. Draco stood a few feet away, unaffected by the legilimency and staring blankly at the floor. His cheeks were flushed, not unlike they had been in the memory.

When Ron was finally able to catch his breath, he crawled to his feet. Bracing himself on the wall. Ron was hunched over, clutching his stomach. All the spinning gave him motion sickness. He hated apparating and he wasn't a fan of that Vortex of Thought.

'Draco...' he breathed, 'What... was that... ?' Draco turned his grey eyes upon Ron and approached the wall he was clinging to.

'The first time I had ever came.' The Slytherin said, folding his arms across his chest.

Ron's emotions were mixed. On one hand, he was overwhelmed with sadness for Draco. On the other hand, he was terribly pleased.

'I can't believe it...' Ron whispered, shaking his head. 'You...' he began, Draco shifted. Ron could read his anxiety. 'You... thought that way about me for so long.'

Draco scoffed out a laugh and unfolded his arms, turning his eyes away from Ron.

'Why?' Ron questioned, bewildered.

Draco stepped toward him, eyes burning into Ron's. 'And I'm supposed to know? I just did.'

Ron examined his expression. 'How old were you?'

Draco lifted Ron's hands to rest on the back of his neck. 'It was shortly after I met you. In first year.' Ron felt a little more than disturbed for what he had witnessed. He found a smile creeping up his lips, regardless.

Draco's eyes held the same devotion and longing Ron had come to recognize. He knew now it had been long harbored. As Ron's thoughts processed, he felt satisfaction. The first time Draco had cum... he had been thinking of him.

'I used to think of you... I had some dream about you and that was it.' Draco admitted, as if answering Ron's thoughts. 'I couldn't control it.'

Ron's head spun as he was gripped with guilt. 'Draco. All this time...' he whispered, 'Why didn't you do something earlier?'

Draco looked away, a sneer twisted his handsome face. 'I...' he paused, seeming to choose his words carefully, 'I'm not ready to tell you.'

'I want you to be able to tell me anything.' Ron sighed quietly. Draco kissed his fingers. 'I can. Just not everything at once.' Ron chuckled and brushed his lips against Draco's neck, 'What did you fantasize about?'

Draco smirked, 'I used you imagine you sucking my dick.' Ron felt his heart pick up speed. 'Oh...' Draco brushed some red hair off of Ron's face. 'Last Friday night, you sucked me exactly like I used to imagine.'

Ron remembered Draco hovering over him and asking, Who told you to do that? after he had tasted Draco's cock when they'd stayed at the Three Broomsticks. Ron smiled, 'I bet you thought I could read minds then.'

Draco shrugged his shoulder and wrapped his arms around Ron's waist, 'There were plenty of times I thought you could read my mind.'

'When do you think I'll be able to read your exact thoughts?' Ron asked impatiently. Draco laughed, heading for the single black sofa. It was positioned in front of a fireplace which occupied a roaring flame.

'After you've had much more practice.' Draco assured him.

Ron frowned following Draco to the sofa, assuming the spot at the far end of the couch. 'Good thing we've got all weekend.'

'I think...' Draco began, Ron turned his attention onto him, intrigued. Draco continued on, placing his hand on Ron's forearm, 'I think you were able to penetrate my mind so easily this time is because you knew there was something you wanted to see.'

Ron frowned as Malfoy tugged him closer. 'I don't think of it that way.' He said as Draco nuzzled his nose into thick ginger curls, Ron rested his cheek on Draco's chest. 'I just want to know everything about you, now.' He listened to the methodic rhythm of the other's heart under his ear. He found himself blessing every beat for giving Draco life.

They lay together on the couch in silence. Ron could feel the rise and fall of Draco's chest beneath him. Before long, his breathing became slow and steady. Draco had fallen asleep.

Ron listened to the air enter and leave his body in deep draws, tracing his chest tenderly with his fingertips. He dared a glance at his face and saw his eyelids were still, cheeks pink and lips pouting in sleep. Again, Draco looked peaceful.

A muffled 'Mmf...' escaped Draco's throat. He shifted slightly and Ron could feel something warm and stiff pressing against his belly. He knew it was Draco's cock and felt his pulse quicken.

It had been a week since Ron first had sex. He had thought of little else during the night and when he wasn't in class. Hell, even in class. His eyes would wander up Draco's thighs, mind wandering much further, for a long time before he could snap himself out of it. On Wednesday in Defence Against the Dark Arts, he thought he saw Snape catch him undressing Draco with his eyes because he said, 'Dessert will come after supper in the Great Hall, Weasley.' And awarded five points to Gryffindor for "knowing ones enemy".

Much to his dismay, he'd tried touching himself but felt horribly dissatisfied. Draco's Legilimency lessons had kept him brutally occupied during the time they were together. He had only assumed Draco had no trouble resisting him. Now the evidence showed otherwise.

His palms began to sweat as his body burned. He observed Draco closely, wondering if he wasn't asleep at all. Ron opened his mouth to comment when another 'Mmmm...' resounded. This time Draco's erection twitched. Ron was breathing heavily, his own cock stiffening. He moaned as his hips bucked slightly into Draco's thighs, thanking Merlin for the delicious friction. He felt Draco's member jump against him with the motion and Ron felt a rush of energy shoot straight to his cock.

Draco was now hard enough that Ron could feel the distinct outline of his cock through their clothes. If he inhaled deep enough, he could smell the salty-sweetness. Yearning still for contact with Draco, Ron found himself breaking his own boundaries as his desire possessed him.

Ron slid backward slowly. Careful not to wake his sleeping counterpart, his fingers carefully worked open the buttons on Draco's robes. Soon the lower half of Draco's stomach was exposed. He could feel the heat radiating off of the other.

Ron breathed heavily, heart pounding as he opened the button on Draco's trousers. He bit his lip as he slowly and as silently as possible pulled down the zip on Draco's pants. His own member throbbed between his legs.

Ron's eyes were fixated on Draco, salivating profusely. Beneath his trousers were black silk boxer shorts. His cock was jutting out so far, it lifted the light fabric almost entirely. Ron's heart thumped against his rib cage as he exposed Draco. He pulled the waistband all the way down until his balls were exposed. Ron moaned softly as he took in the sight he'd created for himself.

Draco was still completely unconscious and breathing slowly. He was entirely unbuttoned, right down to his cock. The fire burned off to the right, casting an amber glow across Draco's otherwise ivory skin. His member stood erect, head protruding from the foreskin, veins bulging. It was such a deep red it was bordering purple. Ron quivered, eyes scanning Draco over and over again. He felt a pang of guilt through his lust. Perhaps this was wrong?

Draco shifted beneath him and for a moment Ron thought he was busted. He waited for Draco to open his eyes but instead he moaned softly, 'Ron...'

He froze, waiting still for some indication he had awoken. But nothing happened. Draco inhaled deeply and his cock twitched before him. Draco was dreaming! He watched with his mouth hanging agape as a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock. Unbelievably aroused, Ron could control himself no longer and with an audible growl, he dove. Sucking the pulsing member into his mouth, head spinning. He licked the tip hungrily until the pre-cum was gone.

Draco's eyes snapped open and Ron tried not to look directly into them. Draco was alert. He stared down at Ron with shock. The Gryffindor moaned softly around the thickness that occupied most of his mouth. For a moment, Ron was afraid he would be thrown off. Until Draco's back snapped into an arch and he released a loud, 'Aaahhh, yeah!' Louder than Ron had yet heard him moan. Draco's fingers entwined in Ron's hair as he allowed the other's cock to slide across his tongue. Over and over again. He flicked his tongue against edge of the tip and sucked it until Draco moaned again. Now thrusting up into Ron's mouth.

'Fuck, Ron. Yesss... please...' He hissed, tossing his head back in ecstasy. Ron met his thrusts in perfect time. Draco was squirming and whimpering, hazy eyes drilling in to Ron who met them tentatively. I'm sorry. He thought, I couldn't help it. The corner of Draco's lips poked up into a slight smirk. 'You are going to make me cum.' Ron closed his eyes, only to suck Draco with more fervor than before.

Ron released Draco's member, stroking it now with his hand. He ventured further south, licking Draco's balls and suckling them softly. Draco moaned and continued to thrust up into his hand. Ron traced his tongue back upward, along the length of Draco's cock until he once again reached the throbbing head. He sucked it softly at first before picking up speed, swirling his tongue around the tip.

'I'm going to cum... FUCK!' Ron felt Draco's warm fluid shoot into the back of his throat, swallowing it down eagerly.

Draco panted for a moment, the back of his hand resting on his forehead as he stare up at the ceiling.

'Draco?' Ron whispered, fear polluting his tone.

Draco looked down at him and smirked, 'Mm?'

Ron flashed a grin and shrugged a shoulder. 'Nothing... I thought you'd be pissed for some reason.'

Draco sighed softly, tracing a hand through thick ginger hair. 'How could I be?'

Ron allowed his head to rest on Draco's stomach, inhaling the scent of his ecstasy.

'Your turn.' Draco's voice rang out into the silence.

Draco pushed him back, index finger and thumb pulling the button of his trousers and the zip open in one swift motion. Ron's erection protruded. He watched Draco lower his mouth, sucking the head of his cock past his lips. 'Draco... mmmyeah...' He moaned as he leaned back. Draco sucked him eyes studying Ron's reactions.

He licked the shaft of his cock, tongue swooping down to lap at his sac. Ron moaned loudly, enthralled with the silky warmth of Draco's mouth around him. He felt Draco's fingers curl around his throbbing cock. He began sucking and stroking in unison. 'Gaaaahhh!!' Ron choked out. 'It feels so good!'

'Mmmhmmm...' Draco moaned around him in agreement. The vibration travelled down his thickened shaft. 'Ooh fuck...' he moaned as he felt the pleasure build, paralyzing him in ecstasy.

'I'm gonna cum.' He whimpered.

'Mmmhmm.' Draco repeated, never slowing his pace. Ron shivered as silvery orbs turned up to meet his. He grasped both of Draco's arms and allowed his hips to buck upward, his cock sliding between Draco's lips. The Slytherin held his cock steady as he allowed it to pass rapidly between his swollen lips. Ron gasped loudly, his chest rattling, as he felt the electricity build one final time before he reached his climax.

Ron felt his cock twitch in Draco's hand and he felt his cum travel all the way up his dick to spill over the back of Draco's tongue. 'Oh my... haaaaah!' Ron was still moaning, his orgasm lingering. He couldn't recall his balls ever feeling that empty.

Ron had fallen asleep. He was awakened by a shifting on the couch. Draco was kissing his forehead, fingers tracing a freckly forehead. He inhaled deeply, as though taking in Ron's essence, before straightening up.

'I hate to say it, but we should get to our Common Rooms.' He whispered huskily.

Ron sighed and nodded with a smile as he rose groggily. It had to be the middle of the night. 'What time is it?' Ron asked.

'Late.' Draco told him as he dusted off Ron's robes off before proceeding to dust off his own.

'Our robes are already lint free, Draco.' Ron laughed.

Draco narrowed his eyes, still wearing a slight smirk. He closed the distance between them pressing his forehead against Ron's.

'Everything about me...' Draco sighed sadly, 'That's a lot of information.' Ron touched his lips to Malfoy's, slipping his hands around his waist and pulling him close. 'I've got a lot of free time.'