A/N: Heeeey everyone! Here Is Chapter 10! I'm really excited about it! I've been writing it for over a month and I hope it flows well with the story!
A big thank you to everyone for all the support! Please keep reading and reviewing! Stay awesome!
P.S.: I'm really sorry about the Quidditch scenes. I really couldn't think of another way to fill the week. Plus I thought it would be fun to show Draco in a different light. Like. normal person with flaws. Forgive me for writing it like a Hockey game. It's the only game I actually play... XD
If you don't tell Potter to shut the fuck up, I'm sending him into the ground. Draco thought viciously.
You'd better not, Ron thought back at him in frustration.
'Quit fucking bossing me around, Potter!' Draco spat in Harry's direction.
'I just told you to TOSS IT OVER HERE!' Harry roared.
Ron face-palmed, releasing a weary sigh. He couldn't handle much more of this.
You couldn't have asked for a better Saturday. In just a couple of weeks, the landscape had grown a layer of thick, emerald grass. Some trees were even sprouting buds. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun blistered the rocks. There wasn't a breath of wind in the air and it was warm. A rare day this time of year. Usually it rained. Ron wore just a white t-shirt. Both Harry and Draco came decked out in full Quidditch attire.
How stupid of Ron to think this would actually work.
The enraged Slytherin hurled the Quaffle at Harry with his left arm, hitting him square in the face. Ron burst out into laughter. Draco smiled in satisfaction.
Harry glared at Draco from under his glasses. 'I have found out your problem.' Harry said quietly. Ron guided his broom to where they were floating.
'Well, aren't you a geinus, Potter?' Draco said, face screwing up in disgust.
'When you throw the Quaffle with your right arm, your toss veers off to the left.' Harry told him flatly.
'So what!?' Draco snapped.
Ron knew Harry was right. Every time Draco had gotten the Quaffle near the hoop, it was the one on the far left. Draco pursed his lips and crossed his arms, leaning back on his Firebolt.
Ron groaned, 'Oh the madness.'
Harry lobbed the Quaffle back at Draco. 'Try not throwing it to the left, then.' he said sarcastically.
'STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!' Draco leaned forward on his Firebolt, checking Harry in the side with his shoulder at top speed.
'I AM JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU!' Harry bellowed, swinging his fist at Draco, pegging him directly in the jaw. Draco then swung his fist and hit Harry in the eye, shattering the lense of his glasses. Harry squealed in horror as some of the glass cut his eyelid. He grasped Draco's robes and began tugging on them viciously, trying to drag Draco off of his broom.
Their Firebolts seemed to tire of the struggle and dropped out from under them, sending them both plummeting to the ground.
'Oh my fucking Merlin.' Ron scoffed, zipping toward the ground on his Comet where Draco and Harry were writhing in pain. The wind had been knocked out of both of them. They both were gasping for air, holding their stomachs. Ron started to roar with laughter. They both fixed an identical glare on him, which only provoked more laughter from Ron. The two were sinfully alike.
Draco was able to recognize the irony and allowed himself a partial smirk. 'C'mon, Potter,' he said, still heavily winded and flicking his wand. Harry's eye healed instantly. Ron fixed his glasses with the spell that had taken Hermione hours to teach him. 'Let's fucking get this over with and go have a drink.'
Harry crawled on his hands and knees to where his Firebolt lay. 'Where do you expect us to have drinks?'
Draco was already on his feet, dusting himself off. 'Dammit,' he scowled, 'Just look at my fucking robes.'
Harry snorted.
'The Three Broomsticks?' Draco suggested as he levitated roughly ten feet over Harry's head, Quaffle under his right arm. Ron took off into the air on his Comet. For once in his life he looked elegant.
Yes, a new broom was a good idea. Was Draco's satisfied thought.
Having to deal with a broom that was falling apart for so long made Ron an expert handler. Now that handling was easy, he hovered steadily in the air.
Ron liked to dart back and forth, doing so at times when idle on his broom as he was now. Unlike his Comet 180, his Comet 290 responded immediately to his commands and Ron was able to zip back and forth almost as soon as he thought of doing so.
'You've provided me with a much better Keeper, Malfoy.' Harry sniggered.
Draco ignored Harry, turning his adoring gaze on to Ron. 'You fly well on that broom.' He said methodically.
Ron stopped dead in the air, eyes locking with Draco. 'Thanks...' he whispered.
Pressure activated on his forehead and the scene from the Prefect's Bathroom flashed through his mind. He thought of Draco's thrusting in and out of him. He could see Draco's cock sliding in and out of his body from his point of view as well as he could see the edge of the tub. Draco's mouth fell open as their thoughts mingled, the memories of the feeling of the other mixing. Ron's face flushed bright red and he shifted as his cock stiffened a little.
'Uhh... you two? I'm right fucking HERE!' Harry screamed, sensing the chemistry between them and flailing his arms.
The sun was sinking behind the mountain in the west when they had finally figured out a way to improve Draco's toss.
'Malfoy!' Harry called to him, tossing the Quaffle in the Slytherin's direction. Ron was posted in front of the hoops. He was darting back and forth, waiting for the Quaffle's approach. Harry had tossed the Quaffe at the hoops a couple of times. None had gotten past Ron.
'Throw it with your left hand.' Harry shouted.
Draco followed Harry's instruction without objection, making a toss at the hoop on the far right. To their surprise, Draco sent the Quaffle soaring through the hoop with force of a bullet. Harry came to a halt mid flight. Ron blinked and looked over his shoulder. Draco had caught the Quaffle before it hit the ground.
In an instant, Draco was back in front of the hoop. He was staring in disbelief, as though he couldn't believe the solution had been that simple. Again, he threw the red mass at the hoops. He scored another goal, and caught the Quaffle before it hit the ground.
'Now that's a cool trick.' Ron said with a grin.
Draco smiled and made one more attempt. This time, the Quaffle was intercepted by Ron, who scooped it out of the air with his left hand. 'Nice try,' Ron smirked. Draco narrowed his eyes, smirking as well.
'I think it's time we had that drink!' Draco said turning to Harry. 'It's on me.'
Harry shifted nervously, bringing his broom in closer to Ron and Draco. 'We're not supposed to go to Hogsmeade unless there are school trips... which is next weekend.'
Draco rolled his eyes. 'Well, guess what, Potter? We're all ready half way there. It's a five minute flight. We'll fly back tonight after we've had some fun.'
Harry frowned, 'What if we get caught?'
Draco rolled his eyes, 'Money talks, Potter.'
Harry looked at Ron desperately, as if asking for help. Ron chuckled and patted Harry once on the arm, 'Don't worry, mate. We'll be fine.'
Within twenty minutes, they were seating themselves at the bar in the Three Broomsticks.
'Out for an afternoon fly, yeah?' asked Rosemerta. I can buy that fur coat... Ron heard her think. Draco smiled and thanked her suavely when she placed three glasses of rum in front of them.
Looks like I was right about her. Ron pointed out again. Draco elbowed him.
Ron and Draco both gulped down their shots in unison. Harry eyed his tentatively before swallowing it down with distaste. Ron noticed his glass as well as Draco's refill itself. Harry's remained empty.
'You can get in on the next round.' Draco said mockingly. 'Don't want a repeat of last time.'
Harry seemed grateful as he stared down into his empty glass. 'No...' he said darkly. Draco turned to Ron wearing a quizzical expression.
He couldn't possibly... echoed Hermione's voice from Harry's head, He seemed completely traumatized.
Please, Ron... Harry's voice echoed, Just once...
Through Harry's mind they could see the long dark road that lead from Hogsmeade all the way around the lake and back up to Hogwart's. The silhouette of the Castle loomed in the distance, it's warm lights welcoming in the darkness.
How good does it feel? Harry's ghostly voice repeated several times. Ron had a similar experience. Harry? What's wrong!? Hermione's voice rang, filled with concern. 'What happened!?'
Draco glared hatefully at Harry as the scenes played out between their minds, or what Ron could see in his memory. It was pitch black. Harry? His own voice said.
Just once. Harry's voice begged. Ron watched awkwardly as he saw himself kissing Harry.
Draco turned his glare from Harry and onto Ron, who shuddered.
What the fuck? Draco demanded viciously between their minds. His eyes were cold, they pricked Ron's insides. You fucking kissed this little bastard!? His voice was filled with disgust.
Are you jealous? Ron offered a nervous half-smile. Draco swallowed a shot without response. His scowl said it all. Ron felt the pang of guilt and frowned.
'Harry, you are dating my sister, get off of me.' Ron remembered squirming beneath Harry's bony figure, searching desperately for an escape. He remembered trying to push Harry away from him, only to fail because he didn't even want to put his hands on Harry. He allowed the feeling of ick and discomfort he'd experienced to mingle between their minds.
Draco maintained his icy glare. I wish I could physically reassure you... Ron thought with a frown. I hated it.
I'll stick to snogging your sister. Harry's voice said. She's got boobs...
Draco then burst out laughing. I think Potter's a little confused. He deserves it. You're mine. Not his. He's getting what he deserves tonight.
No, Draco, for the love of Merlin! You'll do him in! Was Ron's frantic reply.
Harry looked up at him as if he were mental. 'What's your problem?'
Draco wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and flicked his wand. Harry's glass filled to the rim with rum, rather than the usual quarter full. 'Nothing at all, Potter. We're going to have a good time, tonight.' Both Harry and Ron stared silently at Draco.
'Are you feeling all right?' Ron asked anxiously.
Draco raised his glass, 'Of course. Let's get drunk.'
Draco downed his shot, his glass hitting the table and instantly refilling. He downed it again, shot glass clacking back onto the table only for Draco to down the alcohol a third time. Ron shook his head and swallowed one shot.
Harry watched Draco stricken with horror. 'You're going to be sick.' He finally managed.
Ron chuckled, shaking his head. 'No he won't.'
'Now, Potter.' Draco said, turning to Harry (it seemed he needed to be drunk to talk to Harry in a civilized manner). 'You're going to drink that entire thing down. Got it?'
Harry eyed the full glass of hard liquor apprehensively.
'You drink that down,' Draco told him, 'And the taste of rum wont bother you, anymore. Ever. You wont need to drink any more tonight.'
Harry refused at first but after ten minutes of Draco's persistent coaxing he reluctantly gulped the entire thing down. He dry heaved and choked for ten minutes.
'Now he is going to throw up.' Ron said flatly, downing a shot himself.
Good. Draco thought bitterly. Serves him right. He thought as he watched Harry clutching his stomach and groaning. Draco bit his lip, suddenly looking regretful.
'He'll be fine. Here Potter, drink some of that Pumpkin Juice you love so much.' Draco enchanted pumpkin juice into Harry's glass. He chugged it much faster than the rum and sure enough, once he caught his breath he was all right.
Harry was so wasted he was sobbing on the bar top. 'Gi-Gi-Ginny doesn't l-l-love me any more.' Ron snorted, sipping on some Butterbeer. He was comforted by the knowledge that his sister was giving Harry a run for his money.
Ron had decided someone was going to have to be sober enough to fly back to the Castle. At this point, Ron was the most sober person in the group.
'She says she's too busy...' he groaned.
Draco guzzled a half bottle of butterbeer and swallowed another shot in his usual manner, leaving ten galleons on the table. 'C'mon, Potter,' Draco said, pulling Harry to his feet, 'I've got something that'll fix you up.' Harry stumbled with Ron after Draco.
It was dark outside, half moon hanging in the sky. It had to be about ten thirty but still, Hogsmeade was alive. It was Saturday night and music drifted through the air from every direction, originating from the cozy kitchen parties within every second or third house. Draco led them off toward the dark and quiet Alley by the Hog's Head. Ron had no need to read Draco's mind. He knew already where Malfoy was leading them.
'Is he going to kill us?' Harry whispered nervously as he eyed an empty cargo box. Ron laughed, and shook his head. Draco tapped the doorknob and the door appeared. Harry stared wide-eyed at it. Ron smiled at him. Harry had been raised by muggles and was always surprised by the Wizarding World.
'Wait here,' Draco told them. He was only behind the door for seconds when he reappeared, carrying a beaker of rich, golden fluid. Harry blinked and Ron just laughed. 'Sorry I took so long.' he said as he dusted himself off, 'They made me have a cup of tea.'
They set off for the edge of the lake. Harry sat, leaning against the same huge boulder Ron used to drag himself to his feet weeks ago. Draco sat cross legged on a fresh cushion he had conjured for himself, even though the old ones were still there and perfectly dry. Ron insisted on using the old one. Draco conjured three medium sized glasses and handed one full of the deep, golden liquid off to each of them. Ron drank it without question.
'What is this stuff?' Harry asked hesitantly. 'Drink it.' Ron told him
This Euphoria Elixr was much more potent than the last potion. He finished off the glass, and was overcome with the rush of the potion. He smiled stupidly as Harry slowly sipped at it. 'You don't know what you're missing, Harry.' Ron told him.
'Here,' Draco said, wearing a stupid grin and extending an arm. He tipped the bottom of the cup upward with his index and middle finger, forcing Harry to gulp down the contents. Eyes widening as he was forced to swallow faster.
His grim, dark frown turned upside down on his face into a wide grin that only got wider and wider. Ron burst out laughing.
'Here have some more.' Draco said, wearing a grin. Ron's heart jumped at the sight of the Slytherin's handsome smile. Not only was it out of character, it was terribly gorgeous. He couldn't help but love drinking Euphoria Elixir for the purpose of Draco's smile alone.
'N-o t-h-a-n-k-s.' Ron said, watching as each of the the letters in the words floated out of his mouth and hung in the air. He shook his head and the letters were gone. An effect of the potion? Harry was swallowing the shimmery yellow liquid now like it was the last fluid on Earth. 'I'm going to... f-l-y us back to the Castle.'
'Look at the rocks!' Harry said suddenly.
When Ron looked down they were all different colors, changing sporadically from one color to another. 'Whoah.' Draco said, eyes growing wide as the stones flickered and glowed before them. Ron watched them hypnotized.
They stayed there until the potion had worn off and the sun was making an appearance as a thin amber line on the horizon. And there was still half a beaker full of the potion. Draco slipped it in to his robes' pocket. Harry had made it through the night with them and Draco was patting him on the back. 'Good job, Potter.'
Harry grinned in satisfaction. 'I don't feel so sick anymore.' He still couldn't walk, though.
'You'll feel it tomorrow.' Ron promised. He gripped the boulder as he wobbled in one spot. Draco was staggering drunk as well.
'Looks like the three of us are getting on the one broom. Just as I thought.' Ron laughed, mounting his Comet 290 after they had reached the Three Broomsticks.
Harry drunkenly mounted the broom behind Ron. Rolling his eyes, Draco climbed on behind Harry, growling, 'You're in my spot, Potter.'
'It's probably best he's in the middle. He'll slide off.' Ron said as his broom took off into the air. It was much slower when supporting all of their weight. The stars glittered brilliantly in the sky. Harry had fallen asleep as they flew over the Shrieking Shack, head lolling against Ron's back. Draco had to fix his arms around Harry's waist so he didn't fall off, sandwiching him between them. 'It's good he was in the middle.' Malfoy sniffed.
After a few moments of silence, he heard Draco think, Potter's cute when he's sleeping.
Ron grinned back at him, Starting to like Harry?
Images of Harry breathing heavily beneath Draco suddenly flashed through his mind. Harry's copper toned skin glistening in the heat. Oh... Draco... moaned Harry. Ron laughed as the pictures flashed between their minds. Really starting to like Harry?
He was completely unthreatened. Ron knew exactly what Draco was doing. He was as transparent as he was a Slytherin. Ron thought that Draco's attempts at making him jealous were a great deal cuter than Harry sleeping.
Nice try. Ron thought, bemused.
Draco narrowed his eyes and glared at him. 'Stupid, Potter.' He heard Draco mutter.
They were flying over the Forbidden Forest when Harry came around. 'Where are we?' he asked groggily.
'We're flying back to the Castle.' Draco whispered in Harry's ear. Ron shivered at the sensation of Draco's warm breath on his back.
'Malfoy?' Harry whispered in confusion, face flushing red. Ron suddenly felt something hard push up against his tail bone. He knew by the area it was in that it was Harry's cock. It was very hard.
'Draco your... HEY! You quit rubbing that thing on me!' Harry protested haughtily. Obviously Harry wasn't the only one with an erection. Draco flicked his tongue along Harry's earlobe. He moaned softly as he let his head fall forward onto Ron's back. 'Seems like you're enjoying it.' Draco whispered in Harry's ear.
All right, all right. Ron thought with great irritation. Draco had finally succeeded in his attempts to make him jealous. If Harry wasn't his best friend he would've tossed him off of the broom. Draco was his. I get the point. And I'm sorry.
Within seconds Harry had passed out again and was snoring softly. A satisfied smirk crept up Draco's features. I forgive you.
As they neared the Castle, Ron saw Draco spit into the treetops of the Forest behind them and heard him make a gagging sound. 'You must've been bored stiff all this time.' Draco said as they spiralled clockwise up Gryffindor Tower. Ron guided the broom through a huge open window that led directly into the Fat Lady's corridor. 'Plenty of impending doom to keep us occupied. C'mon,' Ron whispered, 'Let's get him to the Common Room.'
The Fat Lady was snoring loudly when they approached. 'Gryffin Claw.' Ron whispered to her. The Fat Lady opened one eye and frowned at Draco. 'Always getting into trouble, Mr Weasley.' She sighed wearily and swung open.
Thankfully, everyone else had gone to bed. The fire was completely out. Ron may as well have been blind. Draco led the way through the dark and up the spiral staircase. Through Draco's mind, Ron could see the entire Common Room as though it were the middle of the day and traced his footsteps.
Looks like I do have the keener senses, Draco thought smugly.
They lay Harry down in his bed and tugged his curtains closed. Ron turned to Draco who was shifting uncomfortably. Will you stay? He thought hopefully.
Draco looked around nervously at Ron's sleeping dorm mates. I shouldn't be here now.
Ron nodded. Draco was right. If the boys were to wake with Draco there in his bed, they would have a fit. Draco nodded in response to this thought. Ron knew what he was thinking. In silent understanding, they headed for the staircase.
When they had returned to the Common Room, a fire was blazing in the fireplace. Draco turned to Ron, who gazed at him sadly. 'I have to go.'
Ron fixed his eyes on his feet, to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing hold of Draco. He imagined leaning forward and kissing him. Draco smirked as Ron's thoughts flashed through his mind. He drew nearer, lifting a hand to Ron's face. He sighed happily, cupping Draco's hand with both of his. Draco's energy flowed through him as their eyes locked. He leaned methodically forward and brushed his lips across Ron's. He felt the familiar pressure on his forehead and looked up at Draco, who was smirking slightly.
Ron pushed against Draco's energy and suddenly, he was back in Suite Number Five. It was the first night they had been together. Ron could see Draco thrusting into him. He could almost feel it. He watched as they kissed each other, moaning softly. Ron's eyes fluttered shut as they deepened their embrace. Ron felt Draco press his entire body along his and he felt the blood rush to his cock. 'Very funny.' he whispered when the kiss was broken.
'See you at breakfast.' Draco said, before turning on his heel and walking out of the Common Room.
For a moment, it was completely silent.
Until a voice rang out. 'What the bloody hell are you doing?'
Ron wheeled around. His sister had descended from the Girl's Dormitory just in time to witness their kiss. He could see it replaying in her mind as she burned with rage. Ron shifted nervously, 'Uhhh... I was just taking Harry to bed. He got pretty drunk. It was my fault.'
Ginny fixed a glare on him, crossing the room ferociously. 'I'm not mad at Harry. And don't you dare get him mixed up with you two.' Her eyes were darting back and forth. 'Look at you,' she snapped, 'You're all dressed up in his fancy clothes.' She sounded exactly like their mother when Percy started working for that ass hat. 'Look what he's done to you!' Ginny shrieked. 'He dresses you up like a fucking doll.. Uggh!' She shuddered.
He can't be doing this... he heard her voice in his head. 'I've never seen anything so disgusting in my life.'
This comment pricked Ron's nerves, 'It's none of your business, anyway. So don't tell anyone.'
'I wont! But for fear of the shame.' She hissed. Why did it have to be Malfoy? Ginny screamed in her head. 'Did you forget what his Father tried to do to me!?' After a brief pause, she answered for him. 'Tried to kill me, Ron!'
'Listen, Ginny. He's in Azkaban, now.' Ron began, summoning all of his patience. 'I'm going to be fine. I know what I'm doing.'
Her eyes were welling up with tears, 'No, Ron! You look more and more different every day! You're loosing weight, you sit at the Slytherin table. And you're never around anymore! You're just always with Malfoy!' She sat down on the couch and buried her face in her hands, sobbing. He's doing it, she thought, He's really fucking Malfoy!
Ron stared at her dumbfounded. 'I'm sorry.' he sighed, 'Everyone else was busy and I was on my own. So was he.'
Ginny looked up at him with teary eyes, 'I know, Ron! I tried to get you a girlfriend. We ALL did!' she sobbed.
Ron blinked, 'What are you talking about?'
Ginny sniffed, 'The day you started hanging out with Malfoy... I gave Luna Lovegood a makeover. Dean was supposed to suggest her.' So it was Luna that was there that day.
Ron remembered the mysterious blonde girl in the hall, and Dean waving a list of single Ravenclaw girls. Ron watched as an image of Luna flashed through Ginny's mind. Her hair was done quite nice, straightened to a long soft sheet that reached her buttocks. Which under the right skirt, looked appealing. Luna's eyes were still her own, though. Protruding and unblinking.
He tried to suppress his laughter and shook his head. He could never date Luna. She scared the fuck out of him. 'I'm happy.' he told her, 'You don't need to help me.'
Ginny was then on her feet, fists clenched. 'Don't you understand!? I don't care if you like blokes!' she stared at the ground and said quietly, 'He's going to try to turn you into a Death Eater.'
Ron's first reaction was to explode, but he held his frustration. The little bitch couldn't be more wrong. 'Draco's trying to get away from that lifestyle. And knowing what I know now I don't blame him.' Ron snapped.
Ginny stared at him furiously, her face screwed up in loathing. 'You can't be serious. He was born into it! He doesn't know any better!'
'Shut UP!' Ron spat viciously, 'You don't even know anything about him! So just SHUT UP!' He strode past her and went straight up the spiral stair case, taking two at a time.
He thought heard Ginny sob softly when he had reached the top and couldn't care any less. She had no idea what Draco had gone through just to be with him.
In spite of it all. Everything his father did to him. Ginny wasn't the only one who had suffered an unwarranted attack at the hands of Lucius Malfoy. Draco had fought to be with Ron of all people. Ron as as willing to fight for him in return. Apparently, that was impossible for her to understand.
The week that passed was more agonizing than the last.
The Fifth Year's OWLs were set to be written the coming Monday. Classes had been cancelled for a week as they were annually to allow more time for students to seek extra help in their weaker subjects. The cancellation of classes, of course, meant that the rest of the school was on a Holiday.
Hogwart's was alive with students. The Professors were bustling about, attempting to control the enormous herd. In previous years it had been fun, now it was murder. It was a nightmare knowing the Hogmeade trip was only days away. And hardly anyone was going. All the Fifth Years were studying and a lot of older students were staying behind to help. It was impossible for Ron to find any privacy with Draco.
They had spent the first half of the week practicing Quidditch, but those attempts eventually became futile. Students seemed to pool at the Quidditch pitch. It was full of First Years, who eyed them in the air enviously. First Years weren't allowed to own their own brooms and they watched Draco and Ron on theirs from the stands.
Draco's aim was getting exceptionally better. 'Who would've thought I had a left arm?' Draco said triumphantly as the Quaffle soared past Ron and through the hoop on the far right. 'Harry, of course.' Ron laughed
Ron never bothered retrieving the Quaffle. Draco always caught it before it hit the ground. He seemed to enjoy the race against gravity more than scoring goals. A true Seeker. A group of first year girls squealed in excitement. One little Ravenclaw swooned and one from Hufflepuff screamed at the top of her lungs, 'He looked at me! He LOOKED at ME!' Draco seemed to like the attention.
As the week wore on, the Quidditch pitch had become too active to achieve anything. Every ten minutes someone would hit a bludger and it would fly astray, colliding with one of their limbs. 'Watch where you're hitting that fucking thing!' Ron would roar as Draco healed his bruise. He had healed them so many times by Wednesday afternoon, the Epeskey Charm effectiveness dwindled, the bruises too deep for a simple charm to heal them.
'Let's just go to the study hall.' Draco muttered Thursday afternoon.
It was packed with Fifth years. They were all cramming, scribbling with their quills on parchment that reached the floor. Ron could see his sister sitting with Hermione, who was giving a lecture on Ancient Runes to a huge group of students. Ron could see her as a Professor one day standing there like that.
Ginny hadn't spared Ron as much as a glance for the entire week. She seemed content to pretend Ron didn't exist. He and his sister had fought many times, but not like this. When he had passed by her in the Common Room, she seemed irritated by his presence alone.
Granger has some nerve actually teaching... filthy Mudblood, he heard Draco think.
Ron turned to him in surprise. I thought you were trying to escape that lifestyle. That you thought it was good of her. He thought back at bitterly.
Yeah ... right... well, it's going take time. There's a lot I still don't understand... Draco frowned.
Let me just ask, what is it about Muggle Borns that is so bad? There was a few seconds of silence between them before Ron heard, They don't know anything about our World.
The Gryffindor rolled his eyes, How old were we when we came to Hogwart's, Draco? Draco blinked in confusion. We both were eleven.
Ron rose his eyebrows and tilted his head, We are all eleven. And all not allowed to do magic outside school until seventeen. And how long do Wizards live?
A fucking long ass time! Draco thought in irritation. Where are you going with this?!
Ron laughed and shook his head, If a muggle born only doesn't know our World for eleven years, but knows it every year after for literally the rest of their lives which could be... Ron waved his hand as if trying to pull a reasonable number out of the air to use as an example. Oh I don't know... a hundred fifty years? Spending eleven years there and one hundred thirty nine here sounds a lot like they spend their entire lives in Our World.
Draco looked at Ron dumbfounded. Draco wouldn't argue with correct maths, he had said so himself just the other day. Since Ron was awful at maths he was thankful that proving his point only required subtraction.
You're really going to give a person with magical blood, which is genetic... Ron eyed him expectantly. Draco had mentioned this as well when the subject of having Pure Blood showed itself in conversation. A hard time over eleven years? When they were just a kid, no less? Or are you going to value what they choose to do with their magic once they know they have it? Seems like a waste of magic if you ask me. And what Pure Blood wastes magic?
Ron watched the other's lips pout and quickly forgot his anger. He did actually look quite sad after listening to Ron's inner monologue. No one has ever presented it like that to me. Draco's pout conjured thoughts that caused his cock to stir in his pants. He imagined kissing Draco right there in the study hall. Draco glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, wearing a smirk.
Ron's head was suddenly filled with images of Draco kissing down his neck, fingers working to undo his top buttons. Ron saw himself let his head fall back with a moan as Draco suckled his collar bone. 'You're brilliant, yunno.' Draco said, outwitted. Ron smiled, feeling quite satisfied.
'Mmmm...' he hummed out loud, leaning back in his chair. He'd had to learn to control his erections over the past three weeks. Ron got them too often now not to control them. He and Draco hadn't had any contact whatsoever for a week now. Not since the kiss they shared on Sunday morning. The was no opportunity.
At least once a day they tried to sneak off to the Room of Requirement, the door to which would not open. It could only mean there were other students making use of it. Probably in the same way he and Draco wanted to make use of it. The Common Rooms were full and there wasn't one empty corridor in the school. This day was no different.
'Maybe there is one empty corridor.' Draco suggested.
Ron found himself on the Third floor, in the dark corridor they used to hide out after Hermione saw them leaving the bathroom. 'Did you ever erase Moaning Myrtle's memory?'
'Of course.' Draco replied, smirking. 'Why didn't we think of this place earlier?'
Ron stood awkwardly before the other. Contact with Draco came in short intervals. A couple of hours at the most; every five to seven days. Ron had the pattern down. He depended on it like he depended on oxygen every five to seven seconds. Every time Draco approached him, he found himself nervous. Out of deprivation.
Draco's hands grazed over Ron's hips, pulling him in close to his body. Ron felt the familiar warmth and his knees buckled. He leaned against the wall, eyes locking with Draco's as he tilted his head to the side. He seemed amused by Ron's discomfort. Waves of energy were flowing through him as Draco leaned in. Ron could feel his breath tickling his face and he sighed in anticipation.
Oh yes. He thought.
'Mmmmhmmm.' Ron moaned, placing one hand on Draco's shoulder and leaning into the kiss. He had almost forgotten how good this felt. Ron could feel Draco grinding against him slightly and this time he allowed his cock to fully harden against Draco's. It throbbed and stung from lack of activity.
Ron could feel the outline of Draco's rock hard member through their robes. As Ron gasped, Draco moaned in his mouth.
'...it's out of use...' said a voice from down the corridor. Ron and Draco froze. 'Why?' replied another voice as they retreated into the darkness. Two Second Year Slytherins entered the corridor. 'I heard they were hiding the Philosopher's Stone down here.'
I'll handle this. Draco thought, stepping out into the light were he was visible.
The Second Years looked like deer in the headlights with Draco standing in front of them. Ron had to suppress his laughter. From the angle he was at, Draco looked rather imposing.
'Out for an afternoon stroll?' Draco asked greasily. Ron grimaced, he sounded a lot like Snape.
'We were just... uhhh...' one stammered.
'I suggest you get the fuck out of here.' Draco told them. In seconds they were running out of the corridor.
Ron approached him, 'You really know how to handle those bastards.'
Draco laughed, looking over his shoulder before stealing another kiss from Ron's lips. 'Obviously it's not safe here either.'
Ron had his fill of the Qudditch pitch and took the glorious opportunity to sleep until three o'clock. The Dorm Room remained unoccupied for the entire day. He didn't bother crawling out of bed until half past three in the afternoon. He found Draco waiting in the Common Room. It seemed everyone loved the Scarlet armchair. Even Draco wasn't immune to it's cushions as he was nestled in comfortably, holding a bottle of Firewhiskey.
'Starting early?' Ron grinned.
'You know it,' Draco said climbing to his feet. Ron wanted to reach out to Draco and embrace him, but Hogwarts now made him paranoid. A ghost could pass through at any moment. Or one of the portraits could see them. He had no trouble restraining himself. Draco offered him the bottle of Firewhiskey. Ron accepted it immediately and took a healthy swig.
'Tastes like Cinnamon, now.' Ron said, handing it back over to Draco, who in true Malfoy fashion, chugged half the thing down.
Ron had never been drunk at Hogwart's before. He couldn't help noticing that the corridors seemed longer. 'Finally, Friday.' Drawled Draco's velvety voice as they made their way down the sunny Seventh Floor corridor. 'Thank fucking Merlin it's Friday.' Ron said, tilting his head back and swallowing a mouthful of Whiskey.
Ron groaned sickly, clinging to the railing as the Staircase swung. The swinging of the staircase gave rise to terrible motion sickness. Draco laughed so hard Ron wondered if he should be insulted. 'For fuck's sake, Ron. You're going to give us away.'
Miraculously, Ron survived the Stairs and made it to his beloved sandwich plate in the Great Hall. 'I figure we'll just take a carriage to Hogmeade?' Draco suggested.
Ron shrugged, eating another bacon sandwhich, 'Whatever you say.'
The Great Hall seemed exceptionally Greater when intoxicated. The candles' swaying in the corner of Ron's eyes made him feel as though he were spinning round slowly. 'Draco?'
'Yeah?'
'Gimmie sum'more of that Fire Whiskey.'
The Entry Hall was deserted, so Ron did not bother to try and hide his drunkenness. 'Ron, can you please try to control yourself!?' Draco laughed as they passed through the huge Oak doors and out onto the grounds.
'You sound like Hermione.' Ron poked playfully.
Draco turned an icy glare upon Ron, 'Don't compare me to her.'
There only remain a few carriages. Ron could see the spooky creatures that pulled them since the year before. 'Those things give me the creeps.' he muttered.
Draco looked at him surprised, 'You see Thestrals?' Draco asked, surprised. 'Who died?'
Through the drunken haze, Ron was gripped with terror. Sirius. he thought, images of an evil-cackling Bellatrix flashing through his mind, Sirius hanging limply in the air. Draco's eyes widened as the scene play between them and he lunged for Ron, arms outstretched. Ron stumbled backward. He feared as though the Death Eaters would surround them at any moment.
Draco grabbed his hand and pulled Ron close to his body. 'Ron. I love you.' he said, his silvery eyes glazed. 'Please...' Draco whispered, leaning in close to Ron and kissing him tenderly on the lips.
Ron closed his eyes, allowing himself to be enveloped in Draco's energy. He felt Draco wrap his arms around him and he melted, lifting a hand to Draco's face to trace his silky skin with his fingertips. He felt his cock jump. Not yet... he told himself.
Draco chuckled and they parted. Ron couldn't help but notice Draco look over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen them. Ron then thought of his sister earlier that morning and Draco's head snapped back to look at Ron. 'She saw us?' he asked, quickly registering Ron's thoughts.
'Yeah...' Ron said nervously. He's going to try to turn you into a Death Eater! Ginny's voice rang out between them.
'I don't understand why I become so... afraid of you sometimes.' Ron whispered honestly.
Draco eyes softened, hands falling limp at his sides. He gazed blankly at Ron, who activated his legilimency. He felt the pressure on his forehead and aimed it at Draco only to feel the static shock of rejection.
Draco looked to the ground, 'Don't.' Ron bit his lip. Draco looked up at him, wearily.
'You really are tired of all that, aren't you?' Ron asked quietly.
Now it was his turn to embrace Draco. Ron slipped his hands around Draco's waist, finding the flesh on the small of his back beneath his robes. He planted gentle kisses along the nape of Draco's neck. He sighed sadly and kissed the top of Ron's head. 'Come on,' he said, 'Lets get to the Three Broomsticks.'
Ron was surprised when Draco didn't stop at the bar, which was completely unoccupied. 'Have a bottle of Rum send to the Suite, wont you, Rosemerta?' Draco said suavely, waving to her as he passed by. She nodded and grinned in the way she always did when he and Draco visited. Three times in one month! I can get that new silverware... Ron heard her think as they passed.
Draco led the way down the hall and into the Suite. It was nice to be back, he had to admit. He'd missed Suite Number Five during the month following his first visit. As he entered, Ron noticed the Rum was already there waiting on the coffee table complete with a bow around the neck of the bottle.
'Damn she's good.' Ron chuckled as he shut the door behind them. When he turned around, he saw Draco lunging for him, a wild look in his eyes. He threw Ron up against the door with such force, it rattled in it's frame. He pinned Ron's hands over his head and pressed their hips together.
Ron groaned in surprise. He fell against Draco, allowing his cock to respond to the other's body freely for the first time in a week. He felt the blood rush; the head of his cock became so hard as it swelled it stung, pushing against the jean boundary which kept it from Draco.
'We're not getting drunk first?' Ron asked suddenly. He watched as Draco worked quickly with the button of his pants. Ron's cock hardened as he anticipated Draco's touch.
'I can't wait anymore.' He whispered desperately. His motions were urgent. It wasn't long before Draco was pulling Ron's cock out. 'You're really hard...' Draco whispered into his ear.
Ron nodded as he watched Draco grip him tightly. Ron let his head fall back against the wall as Draco stroked his cock. The head of Ron's dick throbbed with every stroke. 'So hard it hurts...' he whispered.
Draco looked up at him, eyes unusually bright. Perhaps it was the light, but Draco's eyes seemed a slate grey as they glistened. Almost blue. It caught Ron off guard and he was overcome with affection. Ron gazed into Dracos eyes, becoming lost in the intricate designs his iris held.
Entranced, he cradled Draco's face in his hands and guided him backwards until the back of his knees bumped the matress. Leaving his jeans on the floor across the room. He cupped the small of Dracos back, laying him gently down on the surface of the bed before setting to work on unbuttoning own robes. He slipped them off and tossed them aside.
'You're so gentle with me.' Draco whispered in amusement, running a hand through Ron's thick hair. 'I'm sorry I'm so rough with you.' Ron shrugged, 'I like it.'
He placed several soft kisses along Draco's collarbone. His fingers worked to unfasten the buttons of Draco's shirt as his lips caught the others. Ron kissed him passionately, tentatively offering Draco his tongue who accepted it. They slid softly along each other. Ron ran his hand through Draco's hair, caressing him tenderly. He explored Draco's side with his other hand, tracing the silky flesh with his fingertips. When Ron broke the kiss, Draco's face was flushed pink as he stared at Ron with eyes glazed.
'No one has ever touched me like this.' he whispered. 'So tingly.' Ron smiled in amusement. 'Is it?'
He worked to undo Draco's pants. Placing slight, teasing kisses on The Slytherin's lower stomach. After a moment, Draco's huge, throbbing cock was released from the confines of his robes. Precum glistened on the head, beading at the very tip as it seeped out.
Ron lunged, lapping it up with his tongue savoringly. He moaned as he allowed Draco's cock to slide into his mouth. Ron flicked his tongue along the shaft, feeling the veins bulge as he stroked up and down. Draco squirmed and thrust up as Ron allowed his cock slide in and out of his mouth.
'Aaaah fuck!' Draco groaned elevating his hips, more of his cock driven further into Ron's mouth. Ron bobbed his head up and down.
Without warning, Draco grabbed the back of Ron's hair and pulled his cock out. Ron watched as the other's member twitched, spilling cum all down the side of his shaft and shooting some of it up onto Ron's face and neck. Draco's eyes narrowed as he watched in awe, mouth hanging open.
Ron licked his lips, reaching what cum he could with his tongue. Draco took care of the rest, licking it off Ron's face and neck after he had crawled up to straddle Draco's hips. 'That was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen.' He whispered as Ron kissed his neck softly.
'I'm still hard...' Draco moaned breathlessly, rubbing the tip of his cock against Ron's opening. 'I want you so bad.'
'I know.' Ron whispered. 'Please... I want it inside.'
He moaned as he felt the tip of Draco's cock penetrate his body. Draco paused to allow him time to adjust, but Ron was growing impatient. Rocking his hips until he felt the full length slide into him. Draco gasped for air as his cock was engulfed in one slow, fluid motion.
'Aah...' Ron hissed, as he arched his back into the slow thrust. He quivered as his body was invaded completely. The waves of pleasure exploded within him around Draco's cock. He could feel every inch of it inside as his muscles convulsed. Draco's cock twitched inside him in response to the muscle spasms.
'Fuuuck,' Draco moaned, placing kisses along Ron's jawline, 'You feel so good.' Ron bit down on his earlobe gently, Draco shivering in response. 'So do you.' Ron whispered grinding down against him.
'I can't believe it doesn't hurt you.' Draco said, raising his arms to fix them around Ron's waist, lifting him up slightly. For a moment Ron felt a little awkward. He was completely exposed, his throbbing cock protruding straight out over Draco's stomach. It soon passed.
'Fucking gorgeous.' Draco said as his eyes devoured Ron, pulling his cock out slowly and easing himself gently back inside. His expression remained the same. Eyes glazed and blushing furiously. Ron moved his body up and down with the rhythm. He had never been on top like this. From this angle, Draco was penetrating him deeply. He moaned as the sensations began to build and then subsided again. Their pace was agonizingly slow.
'You're going easy on me...' Ron whispered, collapsing over Draco. 'Fuck me... please.' He begged, rocking his hips down against Draco's, feeling his member twitch inside him. 'Yessss... mmmore.'
'It doesn't hurt you at all?' Draco asked softly. 'No,' Ron replied, placing a kiss upon Draco's forehead. 'It feels very fucking good.' He told him with promise before groaning out in protest as Draco's movements slowed even more, coming -almost- to a complete stop. Ron rocked his hips again, moaning eagerly.
The Slytherin stilled his motions. 'I'm only asking because I don't want to hurt you.' Ron smiled at this statement, 'It only ever hurt once.'
Draco offered a quick kiss, eyes serious. 'When?' Ron thrust his hips down again and Draco moaned. 'The first time.'
Draco smirked and pulled Ron down on top of his chest. He nuzzled his face into the nape of Draco's neck. Ron felt a hand become entwined in his hair, gripping it firmly. And then Draco began to move. Slowly at first but soon, he was thrusting in and out of him, leaving Ron moaning into Draco's ear.
'Fuck yes!' he screamed as he felt Draco's hard member enter and then leave him rapidly. He could feel deep inside his body, Draco was nudging that certain spot, sending electricity pulsating throughout his whole form. Over and over again. 'Draco! Please don't stop!' he cried.
Ron leaned back and fixed a hand on his cock, the tip so hard it still stung, finding relief in every stroke. He matched the pace of his stroking with Draco's movements. Draco reached up to run his hands over Ron's body. His eyes were glazed as he turned his gaze up at Ron, shirt open and his hair in disarray.
You're a hot mess. Ron thought at Draco, who narrowed his eyes. I'm taking your shirt off, Ron thought as Draco complied. He shifted so Ron could slip his shirt all the way down, exposing the remainder of his flawless chest. Ron lunged for it, placing kisses along his collar bone and down his stomach.
'Ron...' moaned Draco, gripping his hair. 'I want you inside me.'
Ron moaned in ecstasy as he heard the words flow from Draco's lips. 'Do you like when I'm inside you?' Ron whispered as he lifted his body, separating himself temporarily from Draco who nodded, his cheeks flushed red. 'Very much so.' Ron looked down at him, the other's mouth was slightly agape and his lips were puffy and bitten. His cock jumped in his hand, as he rubbed the tip against Draco's opening.
'Feels wet...' Draco moaned. Ron's lips found Draco's once again. He steadied his cock as their tongues entwined. Ron eased himself inside of Draco, who groaned and arched his back. He pushed only the tip of his cock inside Dracos body before he stopped; waiting for the tight ring of muscles to loosen. Ron could feel the flutter and sighed out in ecstasy. He pushed in a little farther until Draco cried out again. Ron kissed Draco's cheek, making his way down until he was leaving love bites along Dracos neck.
'Aah...' Draco moaned as Ron suckled his flesh.
Draco gasped suddenly. Ron felt his muscles spasm around his cock, drawing him the rest of the way in. Draco released a pleasured cry and thrust his hips upward. Ron smiled and brushed his lips over Draco's. 'All right?' Ron whispered.
Draco turned his glistening eyes onto Ron and nodded. Ron could tell by his expression Draco felt good. He pulled out slowly and pushed in again at a very slow pace. Draco accepted Ron's cock and he tilted his head back. Ron moaned, he was already trying to hold back his orgasm. He felt Draco's muscles spasming around his cock and Ron held still again. He needed to wait or he knew he would hurt his partner.
'Oh my god...' Draco moaned, grasping Ron's hair. 'It feels so fucking good.' He busied himself with Draco's tongue. He needed a distraction from his cock for a minute, or he wouldn't be making Draco feel good for very long. Draco's writhing lessened after a moment or two. His moans quieted down to quick panting and Ron finally felt he was calm enough to start moving again. Ron pulled his cock out, and pushed back in.
'Ahh! Fuck!' he cried, burying his face in the nape of Draco's neck, who had begun grinding up against Ron's pelvis. He had never been on top like this before, either. He liked seeing Draco in pieces beneath him.
Draco moaned loudly and gripped his cock, stroking it. 'Fuck, Ron!' he cried. 'I'm going to cum!' Ron groaned in satisfaction, letting himself go as he watched Draco cumming beneath him. His cock twitched wildly inside of the Slytherin as he allowed his waiting orgasm to rapidly build and ripple through him. He felt his hair stand on end and his vision became white. As he came he watched Draco's cum spill all over his chest. A little drop had shot up far enough to hit Draco's left cheek. Ron licked it ravishingly. He fell upon Malfoy, breathing heavily. Short term memory partially erased. He could remember nothing but Draco's body.
How did they even get there?
I love you. Ron heard Draco's voice whisper.
He smiled and kissed his temple. I love you too.
Ron had dozed off and awoke hours later. The sun had set and the outside looked warm and inviting. The full moon illuminated the streets, now, and sounds of merryment filled the air. He could feel the warm breeze passing through the window. Ron wondered what Draco had on the agenda for tonight. He rolled over and reached under the covers and once again found the bed empty. He looked up saw Draco sitting on the couch. Ron crawled to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the side. He could see Draco was already showered. He was wearing black muggle jeans and an emerald button-down with a white T-shirt beneath.
His expression was grim. Almost as though he were about to be violently ill. A cup of coffee sat cold and untouched on the table next to a copy of the prophet. Draco's expression was so grave, Ron looked frantically around for a Dementor, withdrawing his wand from his pants pocket that lay only several feet away. He decided now was as good a time as any to get dressed and pulled them on with his boxers at the same time. He was sure he'd be able to conjure one hell of a Patronus.
'Draco!' Ron cried, finally rushing to his side, wand in hand. Draco didn't even blink. Ron's chest was gripped with fear as he sensed the inevitable, impending doom. He grabbed Draco's face and forced him to look into his eyes.
Ron was afraid. They were so void as they stare back. Ron wondered if Draco even recognized him. They didn't even hold the devotion Ron loved him for. 'What happened?'
Draco pointed to the copy of the Daily Prophet lying on the table. Ron snatched it up and read the headline.
"May 29th - Massive Breakout at Azkaban Prison."