A/N: Hello everyone! It's Luna Ilex (2022: TokingFox, now. Others know me as ChronicEsper) here with another update! Don't forget to Review the story!

Ron awoke on his four-poster to the sound of Hedwig cooing. He sighed sadly. It was definitely before noon. Harry was nothing like Draco. When he flung the curtains open, he should have expected the sunlight to white out his eyes. He was still taken by surprise, though, as they burned within their sockets. He groaned and covered his face with the blanket.

'Finally!' Harry laughed, feeding his great snowy owl a cracker.

'Finally!?' repeated Ron sarcastically, recalling the bliss of Suite Number Five where they slept until Five.

'It's still early.' Ron opened one eye. Harry was already dressed. 'What time is it?'

Harry opened the window and with a great sweep of her wings, Hedwig took off into the sky. 'Ten-thirty. Since when have you slept into the afternoon?'

'Never,' Ron said flatly, dragging himself out of bed and on the floor. 'I am always woken up.'

Harry shrugged, 'Sorry.'

Ron opened his trunk to rummage for fresh muggle clothes. It had been the first time in a week he needed to go into his trunk. Draco had a set of robes in that black package for every day of the week. When he opened his trunk he was greeted by all of the brand new shirts and jeans Draco had supplied him with. 'Ah. Right.'

Harry flopped down on his bed and opened the Marauder's Map, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good.' he said, tapping the map to do his daily spying on all of their class mates. He noticed the dorm was oddly quiet. Dean, Seamus and Neville were all already gone.

'Where is everyone?' Ron asked. Harry looked up from the map, 'It's Saturday. Quidditch Pitch. Slytherin verses Hufflepuff? They're still deciding second and third place. Remember? The Bonus game?'

Ron took off to the showers. He cranked the water on and scrubbed himself vigorously. Have to find Draco before the game, he thought anxiously. Within five minutes he was yanking the tags off of the jeans that were already halfway up his still soaking legs. Ron brushed his teeth and bolted back out into the dorm.

Harry glanced at Ron as he crossed over to his four-poster and did a double take, 'Whoah!' he said, fixing a bizarre stare on Ron, 'Where did you get those clothes!?'

'Uhh...' Ron mumbled, pulling his runners on. 'Draco... uhm... Put them in there without me knowing.' Was his explanation, which was actually the truth.

Harry burst out in laughter. Ron felt his cheeks and ears become very hot. 'What's so funny!?' It was a moment before Harry was able to intake enough air to answer Ron's question, 'You- you are wear-wearing REALLY expensive clothes. It looks so insane... because it's you!'

Ron rolled his eyes, 'So it's the same as the really expensive robes?' Harry wiped a tear from under his glasses before returning his focus to The Marauder's Map.

The MAP.

'HARRY!' Ron exclaimed suddenly, lunging forward. Harry jumped, and looked around wildly. 'What!?'

Ron laughed again, 'Sorry. Can I use the map to find Draco?' Harry smiled and handed over the Map.

Ron didn't have to search long, 'He's already on his way here! Thank you, Harry!' He said as he shoved the Map into Harry's lap and took off down the stairs.

When Ron flung the portrait of the Fat Lady open, Draco was rounding the corner at the end of the corridor. He was wearing his bright emerald Quidditch robes. Ron thought a little colour looked good on him. Whether it be robes or muggle clothes, Draco wore only black and white.

'Hey!' Ron called down the empty corridor. When Draco approached him, Ron felt like prey being hunted and instictively braced himself, waiting for him to pounce.

Instead he stood about a foot away, smirking cooly. He examined Ron's features and narrowed his eyes, 'You're not surprised to see me.'

'Oh,' Ron said, 'The Marauder's Map.' He noticed that Draco was all ready suited up for the Pitch. His wrist and shin braces were in place and he was carrying his Firebolt. His smirk broadened into a smile. 'I was going fly up and tap on your window. I was afraid you'd sleep in.'

Ron blushed and chuckled at Draco's romantic plan, 'Pfft. Like that would ever happen in there.' Ron said, gesturing toward the Fat Lady with his thumb. 'Thank you for remembering me, though.' Ron said in a small voice.

Draco was observing Ron affectionately, head tilted to the side. 'I could never forget you.' His expression broke into one of delight, 'You... are wearing the clothes I got you.'

Ron looked down at himself. He usually opted against button downs. 'Yeah, they were the first ones at the top... I was in a hurry.' He explained quickly.

Draco tugged on the front of his shirt. 'Why so shy? You look good in blue. Brings out your eyes.'

Suddenly, the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. Harry fell face first to the floor from behind it. 'Ahh, fuck!' he cursed, the Marauder's Map escaped his grasp and landed directly in front of Draco's shoes.

Draco laughed wickedly, snatching it up. 'Ahh, looky here, Potter!' he sneered, waving the map in the air. 'You've been eavesdropping, I see.'

'Draco,' Ron said, shifting awkwardly. 'Just give Harry the Map, okay?'

Draco glared at Harry who had already picked himself off of the ground and adjusted his glasses. 'Here,' he spat hatefully at Harry, who smiled in satisfaction.

'I've got to get back to the Team.' Malfoy said, subtly gripping Ron's hand. 'I'll see you after the game. I give it twenty-five minutes before I find the Snitch.'

Ron nodded, gesturing to the Gryffindor Common Room, 'I'm just gunna eat some sandwiches.'

Draco laughed and set off down the Corridor. 'Figures. I'll see you later, then.'

Ron felt a wave of sadness as he had to watch Draco depart. The next Hogsmeade trip is only three weeks away. He told himself comfortingly.

'You two are something else.' Harry said as they climbed through the Portrait hole and back into the Common Room, where the table was filled with sandwiches. 'How so?' Ron asked absently, plucking one off the tray and inhaling it.

'You just seem to know each other so well. It happened fast. That's all.' Harry said as he sat at the table next to Ron, who was all ready swallowing his third sandwich. 'It's like it's been longer. Yunno what I mean? You really... are together. Like that.'

Ron was glad to know that his and Draco's imminent connection wasn't in his imagination. To the two who knew him best, it was obvious. He couldn't help but smile through his mouth full of cold-cuts and nod, crumbs dropping all over his lap.

Draco had hit the nail on the head. The game began at two o'clock pm. One of the female Slytherin Chasers stole the Quaffle and half the audience cheered. She soon lost it to a Hufflepuff Chaser during a pass. He attempted a goal at the Slytherin post, but their Keeper was on it, sending the Quaffle back to one of his team mates. From then on, Slytherin occupied the Quaffle.

The emerald clad Chasers made numerous attempts to score points through Hufflepuff's hoops and failed repeatedly. Their Keeper was very good. Another girl. She was pretty, though. 'Geeze, the field is full of girls, today.' Ron said to Harry. It felt like ages since he'd seen one.

Ten minutes into the game, one of the Slytherin Beaters cracked a bludger with his bat so hard it sounded like thunder resonating through the packed stadium. The bluger flew directly into the cranium of the pretty Hufflepuff Keeper. She plummeted to the ground. It was a brutal game. Hufflepuff was getting pummelled.

From then on Slytherin scored one goal after another. They scored Fifty points before Draco caught the Snitch. Second and Third place were decided. It was over.

Ron was right to assume Draco was a skilled flyer. He glided through the air on that Firebolt with such skill, he seemed good enough to play professionally. He wove in and out of the scaffolding, chasing the Snitch until he bested it as he neared the ground, snatching it up twenty-four minutes and twenty six seconds in.

For the first time, Ron cheered for Slytherin's win. He stood on the edge of the pitch patiently as the horde of students surrounded the Slytherin team. He anticipated at least a ten minute wait before Draco made his way through the crowd and found him. Ron was startled when Draco calmly cut through the crowd and headed straight toward him within seconds.

'Let's go to the Room of Requirement as soon as I'm cleaned up. We'll practice more.'

Ron quirked a brow, 'Cleaned up from what? You don't have a mark on you.'

'It's hard work handling a broom like that.' Draco sniffed.

Ron laughed, 'Fine, want me to meet you up there?'

Draco smirked, 'I'd invite you in, but I don't think the rest of the team would take too kindly to it.'

Ron shuddered, 'No thanks. I'll head up there.' Draco offered him a half smile. He longed to reach out to him, but standing in a crowd he knew it was impossible.

'See you there.' Draco's smooth reply.

Ron.

'I can hear it.' Ron whispered.

Oooohh, Ron! Moaned Draco's voice in his ear.

Ron burst into laughter, lowering his wand, 'It's hilarious that this is working.'

Ron was once again thankful for the weekend. After another week of Draco's relentless Legilimency lessons, he had decided now that Ron had mastered entering minds (which Ron gruellingly had), it was time for him to learn how to hear thoughts. He didn't argue, this was what he wanted to learn in the first place. They had been at it all day and made little progress. Finally Draco decided to try thinking things he knew Ron "Was more inspired to hear."

Two-thirty turned quickly into Six thirty but the time seemed to fly. Ron was succeeding more and more. He was going to make sure that within two weeks, it was a rare occurence that he failed.

'The technique is the same.' Draco said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his robes. 'Try it again and I'll think something else.'

Ron nodded, lifting his wand, 'Legilimens!' The distortion of space was barely evident after all of that practise. He had learned to control the degree of the spell's power. He felt the familiar pressure on his forehead and instead of an enormous force he needed his entire body strength to push against, it felt only as if a warm hand were clasping his forehead. He pressed against it slightly.

I want your cock, whispered Draco's voice in his ear. Ron could see his lips were not moving. He smiled in satisfaction, releasing the spell. 'I want your's, too.'

Draco lunged at him, pressing their lips together. Ron slipped his hands around Draco's waist. 'You've got it,' he said proudly. 'I don't believe it. On basically the first fucking try!'

Ron shifted uncomfortably at the praise. It was really closer to the twentieth try. According to Draco this counted as a first try success. 'Sheesh, no need to patronize... it wasn't that hard.' Draco led him over to the couch.

'That's the thing.' He told Ron, dragging him down on the couch on top of him. Ron sighed happily and lay his head on Draco's chest. 'I am not patronizing and it is hard.' He kissed the top of Ron's head. 'With a little more practice, you'll be able to do it wandlessly. It's amazing.'

He knew Harry had a hard time learning Occlumency. Ron shrugged, he had never been amazing before. 'Did you need a wand at one time?' he asked.

Draco shifted, 'No. I have always been able to invade minds if I wanted to. It's keeping them out if I want that I have trouble with. Projecting is hard for me, too. It's mostly all inward flow with me. Which makes me useful...'

Ron looked into his eyes, they had become cold and distant. It gave him chills. 'Did you have to learn Occlumency from Snape?' Ron's heart broke for him. That's two people he loved at the mercy of that fuck.

'No.' Draco said quietly, 'Worse. Bellatrix Lestrange.'

Ron remembered that one. She had invaded the Department of Mysteries along side You Know Who. Ron suddenly shot up, leaning on both hands, and stared down at Draco in terror. She was the one who murdered Sirius. Sending him floating eerily through the Veil.

Ron really had too easily dismissed Malfoy was raised in that World. The World of the Death Eaters. How could he just ignore that Draco was so closely attached to Voldemort? Even if only through his Father. They killed people. They wanted to kill Harry. Ron realized Harry had been right to be suspicious of Draco and would never doubt him again. With a deep gasp he drew back.

Draco's grey eyes hardened and bore into Ron. A dark aura seemed to surround him. He suddenly knew that Draco was directly connected to their plan. He could somehow feel it.

Draco wasn't just in Slytherin. It wasn't only his father who was a Death Eater. Ron almost wanted to run away. Instead, he sunk backward, afraid Voldemort was going to pop up any second. 'You can't...' said the part of Ron that cared deeply for Draco.

'Ron...' Draco croaked, his face filled with fear, 'It's not what you think.'

Ron's entire body was quivering. 'What is it, then? You're Father is in Azkaban but your Auntie gave you Occlumency lessons. Your Auntie the Death Eater!?' Draco stared at him, expression vacant. 'Doesn't she have anything better to do?! Why would she waste time teaching her ickle Nephew dark magic?! What are you doing for them!?'

Draco shook his head and moved down the sofa, resting his hands on Ron's shoulders. 'I've been trying to escape.' he whispered, kissing his forehead.

Ron looked up and met Draco's eyes. He found them swimming with emotion. Fear, sadness. That unmistakable devotion and yearning. His lips pouted instead of scowled. Energy traveled through Ron's body and he remembered the Draco he wanted to be around.

'Trying to escape?' Ron questioned grimly. Draco turned narrowed eyes down again, 'Once you're in, it's hard to get out.' He knew Draco was keeping something from him. He could feel it. 'I don't even know if I can.'

He felt the pressure he had come to know on his forehead stir on it's own accord. He pushed against it until he could see images of Draco sitting at a long black table. A cauldron filled with a sickening green soup bubbled beneath Draco's bare forearm.

Draco was with his Father and Mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, Crabbe and Goyle's parents. Wormtail sat with them, directly beside He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself. There were many more Wizards and Witches Ron did not recognize.

Then in a flash the vision changed. He saw a bird in a cabinet, leaping and chirping merrily. Then the image changed again. It was dead and lifeless on the bottom of the cabinet. A cabinet he had seen before. A cabinet that was in this very room.

'You will be tasked with the kill, Draco.' Hissed a voice so evil, Ron's skin crawled at the sound. 'All falls on you, now.'

'What the...!?' Ron gasped, jumping to his feet and withdrawing backward in horror.

Draco was off the couch in an instant, an arms length away from Ron. His eyes were wild, darting down to Ron's wandless hands. 'You're using Legilimency!' Ron suddenly felt a little shock on his forehead and the pressure was gone.

They stood staring at each other for a long time.

'What was that?' Ron demanded, breaking the silence. He had an ominous feeling about what he had just seen. A sense of loss. Of Doom. 'Kill who?!'

Draco turned away, dropping back down on the couch. He and allowed his head to fall back against it. 'I- My Father...' he stammered, losing his usual eloquence. Ron edged carefully closer, comforted by the idea that Lucious was in Azkaban.

'I was expected to take over, even from here. He...' Draco's face became placid, '...wanted me to do a job. As a Death Eater. But everyone's disappeared.'

Ron felt nauseous, 'And you were going to do it?'

Draco closed his eyes and sighed heavily, 'I was being forced.'

Ron couldn't peel his eyes off of Draco. His encounter with Harry in the lavatory made a great deal more sense. He was gripped once more with the feeling that this relationship was forbidden. Was it Harry he was set to kill?

Ron could finally understand why Draco had chosen now to reach out to him. There was no other time. He was free from the mission his Father had set him upon for You Know Who. Apparently he was tasked with murder. Draco really could do as he pleased for the first time. At least for now.

Draco turned to him with a dark gaze, 'It is... was... is... a life or death situation.'

Ron breathed a sigh, trying to release his anxiety. He sat beside the Slytherin, letting his chin rest on his shoulder. Ron let his arm fall across the back of the couch. He decided it didn't matter where Draco had come from. It was too late, Ron already loved him.

I still can't help it. He pressed his lips into Draco's cheek softly as the Slytherin whispered, 'I'm sorry.' He turned his wrap his arms around Ron's waist, letting his forehead drop into the Gryffindor's chest. He then sighed solemnly. 'I don't want to do it. I couldn't get away.'

'Don't be. I'm not.' The ginger whispered into the other's ear. 'I'm glad you came to me.'

'I have to patrol the dungeon tonight,' Draco sighed as he sipped his coffee on the following Saturday.

Ron had inhaled another piece of bacon, stopping mid chew when he had registered what Malfoy had said, 'I forgot you were a Prefect, too.' Ron said, picking up a piece of toast and cramming that into his mouth as well.

'Too?' Draco replied quirking a brow. 'You're a Prefect?' he asked in mild disbelief.

Ron washed down the mouthful of bacon and toast with the coffee Draco routinely made for him. 'You knew that.' He said when his mouth was clear, rather than trying to talk through mouthfuls of crumbs as he usually did.

Your table manners are rubbing off on me. Ron joked at Draco. He gripped his wand in his pocket and awaited a response.

Tell me about it, he heard Draco think.

Ron had graduated from saying the spell out loud. He practiced whenever there was an opportunity. All though, he hadn't yet been able to master the magic wandlessly. The only time he'd succeeded in that feat was last weekend. They exchanged smiles. Ron knew it would be beneficial for them to read each other's mind. They now had something else they shared between them.

You've gotten really good. Draco thought, eyeing him with satisfaction.

You were the teacher. Ron grinned into his coffee mug.

'When did I find out?' Draco asked curiously.

Ron rolled his eyes, 'Last year. When we were both appointed the position. I got a letter during the summer.' Ron reached into his robe pocket and pulled out his badge. Draco turned an impressed gaze on Ron.

'Oh, you really are a Prefect.' He said, finishing off his coffee. A smile crept up Draco's face. Ron squeezed his wand and heard Draco in his ear.

Let's go to the Prefect's bathroom.

They went straight to the Prefect's bathroom after breakfast. Which given the time of day, was more akin to lunch. Harry had spied on the school with his map silently and not made any noise. It was brilliant. At one in the afternoon he found Draco waiting in the Great Hall for him.

'Are you sure it's safe for both of us to do this?' Ron asked nervously, 'What if someone walks in?' Draco laughed as they topped the stairs and rounded the corner onto the Fifth Floor. Ron stopped, blinking at the familiar corridor.

He saw the statue of Boris the Bewildered, the very statue he was hiding behind when Draco had found him. He remembered being disappointed to see Draco. He couldn't imagine it now. It didn't feel like two weeks, it felt like two years. Ron already couldn't remember a time without him.

Malfoy smirked, crossing over to the fourth door from the left. 'You forgot that the Prefect's Bathroom was in this corridor, did you?' Draco told the knobless door it's password, "Lemon Fresh", and it swung open. 'I was on my way out of here when I heard that every Gryffindor in Sixth Year had ostracized you.' Ron grinned at him, 'That's how you knew we were fighting.'

Draco shrugged as he entered the huge bathroom. 'Not really. When Potter is pissed everyone knows.' The golden taps and polished porcelain glistened invitingly. 'I saw my chance and took it.' He smirked, turning to cast a spell on the door that Ron had never heard before. He was confident the door was secure nonetheless.

Draco immediately began removing his robes, hanging them neatly in the closet. Ron pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Draco was already naked as Ron unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Draco cranked the taps on full blast. The green foam rising in the porcelain basin looked almost as appealing as Draco did.

The smell of wintergreen penetrated the room as the was tub filled within seconds. 'I hope you don't mind mint.' Draco said, stepping down into the water which was already waist high. He slunk into the foam, leaning against the edge. Ron certainly didn't. In fact he had several unlaundered shirts saturated with this very scent hidden under his dormitory pillow. Now he knew where to find more of it.

Ron sunk down into the steaming water next to Draco. It was really hot, hotter than he was used to. The mint lended a cooling sensation through the heat. The mixture of hot and cold on his body provided a tingling sensation. Draco slipped an arm around him, stroking his stomach with the pads of his long, elegant digits under the water.

Ron sighed out in pleasure, his cock hardening eagerly. After another two weeks of pent up tension, his body ached for release. However he offered Draco his patience and appreciation. As he had asked, Draco taught him Legilimency. He followed Draco's lead. Fearing for his fate if he didn't.

'I've never been in the bath with anyone before.' Ron smiled sheepishly as the Slytherin brushed his lips across his jaw, fingers twisting in his hair. 'Not that I can remember, anyway.'

'So, another first?' Draco asked in a velvety voice.

Ron released a soft whimper at the gentle contact, 'Yeah, well... I told you I was a virgin. Everything is a first.'

Ron felt shifting through the bubbles, water grazing his body as Draco moved to straddle him. He was basically weightless when submerged. 'Was a virgin.' Draco repeated with a smirk as Ron's hands found his hips.

Ron felt a hand on his cock, stroking it gently. The action coaxed a surprised gasp. As the water passed over his skin, he was tickled by the cooling sensation of the mint extract. Ron sighed out in bliss as he felt immense passion radiating off of Draco and surrendered himself to it with a submissive moan. The Slytherin had so many sensations to offer him. He wanted to experience all he could. For the first time in his life, he felt greedy.

Draco withdrew his hand from Ron's now very stiff member. He watched as Malfoy leaned in closer, pressing their bodies completely together. Ron felt as Draco's long, hard cock grind against the length of his. Ron's hips bucked up against Draco reflexively. He felt Draco become even harder against him as he moved.

'Aaah,' Ron moaned, letting his head fall back, dizzy from the steam.

Draco captured Ron's lips in a feverish kiss before whispering. 'Your eyes... are very blue.'

'Oh. When did you notice?' Ron chuckled sarcastically.

Draco apologetically said, 'When you were wearing that blue shirt last Saturday.'

Ron snorted, 'All I can look at half the time is your eyes.' He found Draco's silvery orbs and examined them with affection.

'All I can look at is your hair.' Draco admitted, cheeks glowing pink under Ron's unwavering stare. His tongue was then busied with Draco's deepened kiss. He felt Draco's cock grind against his again.

'Aaaah, fuck.' Ron moaned, thrusting upward, waves of electricity shooting through him. The water, mint extract and the fiction of Draco's cock on his was tantalizing. He was feeling so many things at once. The physical depravation he had underwent caused his nerve endings to jump at every touch.

'Draco, sthhaaap,' he moaned. Draco fell still, leaning against his chest, forehead resting in the nape of Ron's neck, breathing heavily. 'I'm too sensitive... I'll cum.'

'You're just too easy is all.' Draco chuckled back in amusement. He tilted his face upward to recapture their kiss. Ron granted him immediate access to his tongue.

One hand wound through platinum hair as his other hand slid up Draco's spine, who shivered at the contact. Ron felt as though he had been again transported to another dimension. Where only he and Draco and this overwhelmingly intoxicating intensity existed. He had never felt so alive.

Draco held his face, thumbs stroking freckled cheeks. I love you. Ron heard as the Slytherin positioned himself over the swollen head of Ron's erection. I want you to fuck me.

Ron smiled into the kiss. I can hear you without my wand now.

Draco looked down at him with hazy eyes. Ron laughed under his breath as he watched Malfoy, gripping his cock firmly. He released a moan as he began to stroke it. Fuck me, thought Draco in firm disbelief. Ron watched him touch himself.

Ron look up into Draco's eyes to pull him into another kiss. You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.

Draco moaned with amazement into Ron's lips. This is insane! He thought with pride mixed with desperation, You really don't realize. I've seen many experienced Wizards try to learn this and fail.

Ron's eyes flickered down to Draco's left forearm, where he knew the Dark Mark was hidden. The memory of last Saturday passed through his mind as he leaned back against the tub. He offered Draco an uneasy gaze.

Draco frowned, his eyes desperate. Please don't do this, he begged, I don't want to go back to it.

Ron traced his finger up and down Draco's arm, who moaned softly. He knew Draco was dangerous. To Ron's surprise, he was aroused by the idea that he had his affection. His cock twitched at the thought. 'You're... a little scary.' Ron admitted in a whisper as he looked down into the water, grasping the other's erection and stroking it between them.

Draco exhaled in relief before leaning in to steal another kiss from his partner's lips. 'Yes I am.' he agreed heatedly before adding, 'A wild animal. Tame me.'

Ron positioned his cock at Draco's opening, peeling his foreskin back. Draco moaned when the head entered effortlessly. He was echoed by Ron who'd felt Draco's body surround the bare tip of his dick.

Ron had forgotten how good being inside Draco felt. Tight, but this time, in contrast to the all ready hot water their bodies were submerged in, Draco's silken insides almost burned. He had never felt anything like it. Draco moaned as he lowered himself to the base of Ron's cock.

Ron echoed him as he felt his cock engulfed in tight warmth. He moaned and squeezed Draco's upper arms, bracing himself as he bent at the waist. Draco felt tight around his cock and Ron was all ready trying not to cum. He busied himself by placing soft kisses along Draco's jaw until he reached his earlobe, taking it into his mouth and licking it gently.

Draco moaned and Ron felt his insides twitch wildly. 'Aah..' he hissed hips jerking backward. Feels so good.

'Yeah,' Ron moaned, lifting Draco slightly. He was nearly weightless in the huge bathtub. Ron was able to suspend him in the water, lifting him until just the tip of his cock remained inside. He then lowered the Slytherin on his pulsing length, thrusting upward at the same time.

He moaned in ecstasy as Draco braced himself on his shoulders. 'Ooh, fuck, Ron.' Water splashed between them as their pace quickened. He choked on his own air as the waves of pleasure shot through him, greater than before.

Draco was so forbidden to him in so many ways. The wrongness of their relationship only drove him to fuck harder. He wanted Draco anyway in spite of it.

Draco found Ron's lips once more. They kissed furiously as Ron began pumping faster in and out of Draco's body. Who in turn began thrusting his hips back against Ron's with fervour, 'Feels so fuckin' good.' The Gryffindor moaned out.

Fuck them all. I want this. I want you.

They panted in unison until Draco cried out, 'I am going to cum!' Ron slowed his pace at those words, coming to a complete stop after a few seconds. Draco looked down at him, 'What's wrong?'

'I... want you to fuck me...' He gasped, cock twitching at the idea. 'I want to feel it again.'

Draco smirked and placed a kiss on Ron's lips, releasing his cock from his body's grip. 'Turn around.' He instructed, voice molten.

Ron blinked in confusion but did as he was told and turned around, folding his arms over the edge of the tub for support. Ron was on his knees, ass sticking out. He felt a little uncomfortable.

He felt Draco's hips against his backside, the tip of his cock probing Ron's opening. The Slytherin leaned over his back until he could feel Draco's breath on his ear, 'I've never fucked anyone like this,' he whispered in confession.

Ron felt his cock throb as Draco kissed his neck. He liked the idea of being a first for Draco in some aspect and extended his rear eagerly backward.

Ron felt the head of Draco's cock enter him with the same ease he had entered Draco. As he pushed all the way in, Ron experienced no pain and was instead sent into fits of pleasure.

'Aaah yesss!' he moaned, pushing back against Draco who hissed in his ear, 'Feels good already?'

Ron nodded and Draco pulled slowly out of him and eased back inside. Ron cried out again, arching his spine. Draco leaned forward, catching Ron's lips in a kiss from behind. He felt Draco's hand grasp his cock, stroking it in pace with the rhythm. 'Oh my god!' he choked, feeling the waves of energy become increasingly more intense.

'Fuck... Ron...' He heard Draco moan in his ear. He could feel steady thrusts entering him at a quicker pace. He could feel the Slytherin's cock swell inside him as his penetration deepened.

Ron could feel the head of his cock nudging something within him that sent waves of energy radiating through him with every graze. Causing tiny little orgasms to surge one at a time. Ron choked on a moan, releasing a strangled sort of cry.

'You like that?' Draco chuckled in his ear and quickened his pace. Changing his angle so he hit the spot directly with every thrust.

'Fuck yeah!' He groaned, turning his head around as far as he could to watch the other thrusting into him.

Draco was also watching himself enter Ron with intent. He was not merely fucking him. This wasn't just sex. Draco was making love to Ron with the fullest intention of making him feel as good as possible.

'Draco. Fuck. You're so good at it.' he blurted out gratefully between moans. Draco mimicked his moan in response. 'Mmm... glad to hear that I am satisfactory.'

He could feel the outline of the other's cock inside him as his muscles clamped down and fluttered wildly. 'Yeeah! I can't... I'm gunna come!' Ron confessed as he released his cum into the hot water. Draco grabbed a handful of his hair. The Gryffindor leaned back submissively into the other's pull.

'I am cumming!' Draco moaned with one final thrust inside. 'Aaah, Ron!'

Ron felt Draco's cock twitching violently inside him. As it did, it pressed against that certain spot deep within him.

'Fuck, YESS!' Ron released another pleasured cry as his orgasm was lengthened. Suddenly racking his body with greater force. Their voices resonated off of the walls as they both fell quiet.

Draco collapsed against him, panting heavily. 'I have never come so hard,' he breathed into Ron's ear after several minutes. 'Not ever in my life. Not like that.'

Ron smiled as he twisted further around to place a kiss on Draco's cheek, 'I think I have only ever cum hard with you.' Draco laughed in satisfaction at Ron's remark.

'Oooooh how interesting!' A voice squealed from the other side of the bathroom. Moaning Myrtle was poking up out of one of the toilets, head propped on her hands, elbows resting on the toilet seat. 'I never expected to see you two together...' she cackled, floating up out of the toilet. 'I heard you two going at it all the way from the Sewers.'

'Get out of here!' Draco growled, crossing the tub and grabbing his wand from the edge. 'Stupefy!' he bellowed, sending a beam of red light in her direction.

She dodged it lazily, somersaulting in the air and diving down the drain of the sink.

'Fuck.' Draco said, pulling himself out of the water and leaving Ron feeling discarded. He lifted himself out as well, soaking the tile floor.

'It wont be good if she blabs...' Ron said as he tugged his jeans on while he was still wet. 'We need to get out of here.'

Draco agreed by nodding wordlessly, buttoning his robes. Neither spoke as they quickly dressed. Draco barely offered Ron a sideways glance. The Gryffindor's heart stung as it sank. 'We should find her later and erase her memory.' Draco finally said when he was fully clothed. Ron nodded nervously.

When the door swung open, he found Hermione standing there in nothing but a robe and carrying a towel. Her eyes widened as she saw them with their hair dripping wet. Her face turned bright red. 'Oh...' she squeaked, 'I didn't know you were here... I'll come back.'

'No need.' Draco said shortly, taking off down the hallway, dragging Ron behind him. 'We're done.'

'Drain the water.' Ron called over his shoulder.