Not all of them came back for the eighth year.
It was a given Harry Potter wouldn't and that Hermione Granger would. They had been sure Ron Weasley would follow his love, and no one was more sure of it than Seamus, when Ron did not come to board the train that school year. Ginny punched him when he joked how Ron chose his boyfriend, and it almost caused a duel until Dean stepped between the two Gryffindors and told Seamus to apologize first. Sheepish, he did as asked.
Ginny called him a git.
She never apologized.
Luna told Seamus, some jokes are off-limits. Kindly, but still a clear reprimand.
After all, both Harry and Ron were out there, fighting as aurors.
But what was shocking were the Slytherins.
There were only a few of them, all fitting into one train compartment when it was time to come back: Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Daphne Greengrass, and jammed in there, between Gregory Goyle and Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy.
The blond had not really wanted to return, imagining that it wasn't going to be a very successful year. He'd be hunted for sure in the halls of the castle, and not only that, but what was the point of pursuing his education? No one was going to give him a job.
He was destined to be just like his father, just living off his gold.
Not that it was such a bad destiny, of course, but it wasn't exactly what he had dreamed of doing.
Nevertheless, as his mother had told him, one must adapt to new circumstances and the consequences of one's actions.
Love blossomed early.
Neville and Hannah Abbot first glanced shyly at each other from their respective tables, until Ginny got bored of the mooney eyes and told him to stand up and sit with the girl. The Hufflepuffs greeted his arrival to their table with a song.
It got easier after that.
Soon Ravenclaw sat with Gryffindor, and Huffs sat with the blue and silver. Three Houses, all together.
Then Hermione stood up one day, picking up her books, and sat down on the Slytherin table.
The Slytherins had all stopped in unison and stared at her. Brows furrowed in confusion, but if there was any disgust at the action, it died immediately when Goyle, of all people, offered her a bit of his pie.
From then on, Hermione was a feature at the table and if it all was very serious and stiff at the start, after a while everyone started to relax. There were even some jabs exchanged between Hermione and Pansy, but though they were sharp remarks, cutting, both girls seemed to enjoy it somehow.
Then, study sessions started, where a very blond head could be seen next to the untamed curls. Furious discussions on politics and creature rights had to be shushed by Madam Pince almost every day.
And about three months in, after two weeks had passed since the Prophet published an article telling everyone how the Chosen One was single again, Ginny Weasley joined the Slytherin table, her right hand clasped in Blaise's.
Draco Malfoy though, he remained single and adamantly so. Pansy seemed no longer interested in him, which was a relief, really, and though he was urged by his mother to try and move on from the war, he was unable to.
None of them really fit with him anyway.
Christmas comes and goes. Ginny was fit to be tied for weeks, muttering about her bitch of a brother and who does he think he is. Hermione joined her. It turned out, she and Ron broke up, too. Though she never told why, there were rumors of Ron siding with Harry and Hermione siding with Ginny.
It made it awkward for a while.
Also, a sad Hermione was a crazy Hermione. She urged everyone to study, and soon, Luna was running to Slytherin's common room, hoping to get away from the Head Girl.
When things calmed down, they were more unified, their colors bleeding together. Hermione cried in Daphne's arms, her heart breaking, and Daphne told her she needed to remember she was leading them in the school. There will be other boys. Hell, maybe there will be other girls.
But it served her nothing to cry over a boy who was willing to leave her to chase his own demons for now.
It was slow.
But slowly, they put themselves together again.
"You want to do a graduation party." Draco said, not a question, but a statement of incredulity. "and you want to invite everyone." He continued. "Everyone." He looked at her pointedly, eyebrow raised.
"It's about time, don't you think?"
Draco scoffed "No, I do not think. I am not emotionally ready to see Potter again. Are you ready for Weasley?" Yes, he cut right to the chase.
Hermione scoffed. But she choked at the delivery and had to shake her head as if to wake herself.
"They're my friends," she said evenly. "We hit some snag, and they are being colossal gits, but Harry and Ron are my friends and their coming here will make it worth it. You know I'm right, Draco."
"Worth it for you." He muttered, stabbing at his parchment with the quill in his hand. "They might decide to throw me in the fireplace for even talking to you, have you thought of that?"
"Honestly,why do you talk to me?"
"Because we're all friends now! And let them try. You know Neville won't let them do anything to you."
That was true.
Neville would. The thought made Hermione beam.
"Yes, well, Neville is an angel sent from to me from heaven isn't he." Draco said, with a roll of his eyes, but in truth he actually meant what he said. Neville had been the one always stopping people from other years who had tried to mess with Draco. Always reminding them that if the 8th years could forgive him, so could everyone else. Always putting his arm around Draco's shoulders protectively.
No, the blond did not have a crush, but if he did it would have been deserved.
"They're going to hex me and it's going to be your fault, Granger."
"There's also Ginny, and Hannah, and Dean, and Blaise, and Theo and me." Hermione looked at him pointedly. "Will you stop? They're not that bad."
Yes, they were. But Hermione has faith.
Draco crossed his arms defiantly, chin turned up. "We will see won't we? You're still crazy for wanting this." He said but then shook his head and leaned forward again "Fine. Have it your way. I'll find some way to get alcohol in. What else do you need?"
"Decorations?" Hermione doesn't do cute, but she tried. "You think you can swing some from your house?"
"You want decorations...from the manor?" Draco chuckled "Better get new stuff don't want to remind anyone of the old place do I." He stood up then and started to put his things away. "I'll arrange the food too. I don't trust you and those Gryffindors to know good eating if it slapped you in the face. " He said, smiling.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, too.
Harry was thoughtfully staring at the letter in his hand. He was really not sure about what to do. On the one hand he wanted to do this for Hermione and to make sure they were all okay but on the other...it meant seeing Ginny again, maybe being the center of attention once more when all he wanted was to hide away now. And it also meant dealing with Ron and Hermione if there was any problems there so he needed to be sure.
"So, what do you think?" he asked Ron
"Nope."
No way he was going.
"Why not?" Harry asked, with a small sigh. Truthfully he didn't want to go either, but again, he wanted to be sure it was the right thing to do.
"You ready to see my sister sucking face with that git?"
"I don't know... It isn't like our breakup wasn't mutual. I don't have anything to complain about do I? I was too busy, she wanted more..." He shrugged, running his thumb along the letter. He did miss Hermione a lot.
"And I guess Blaise is not so bad, if Hermione's words are anything to go by."
Every time Hermione's name got mentioned, a spasm of hurt and annoyance moved across Ron's face. Their breakup had been vague, harsh words spoken in heat of anger, and then Ron's pride for once making him refusing to apologize first. It had been a first, when he refused to bend and let her have a way in to act like everything was okay.
Harry had been unable to make a bridge for the two, Ron's anger burning brighter than he'd ever seen it.
This time, he wanted Hermione to say 'Sorry.'
The problem was Hermione didn't think she was wrong. Ginny deserved to find a new love.
So Ron did the unforgivable, and asked her if he deserved to find new love, too.
And now months have passed, and when Harry asked Ron if he was with Hermione, Ron had said no.
"What's the point, mate?" Ron tugged the auror uniform off him, carelessly throwing the shirt to the sofa. "If everything's as peachy as she said, then we're not really needed there, are we?"
"She just wants to see us I think...and I think also, to show everyone we're still their friends." Harry looked over at Ron, with a small smile "I do miss Neville, and Luna...Dean..." And he was very curious about someone else too.
The last time he had seen Malfoy, had been at the trials. The guy had looked like shit. Skinnier than usual, sunken eyes, greyish tint to his skin. A month in Azkaban only and it had done that.
Harry didn't regret speaking for him then, and he wanted to know if it was worth it at least, but he had no idea what Ron thought about it all. They hadn't discussed it. "And I want to see how he's doing, to be honest."
Ron groaned. "Please don't make me go, Harry."
"Mate..." Harry had a soft smile on his face when he approached Ron and patted his shoulder "I can't make you do anything... but I'd love the support?"
Ron groaned again.
"Here it is." Draco said, gesturing towards a very ornate closet in the corner of the 8th year common room. "Was a pain to get it here"
Ginny blinked, turned to Hermione and told her good luck. Hermione bit her lower lip, watching Ginny skip towards Blaise, before turning to the closet again. "What... am I looking at?"
"Well..." the blond smirked, looking rather proud of himself "This, is what they call a lovers closet. A wedding gift for those whose marriage is arranged and who need a little...push." He grinned
"And we needed this to the party why?"
"I read about these games muggles do at parties" Draco blushed slightly at the confession. He had read a couple of muggle books recently in preparation for the end of the year and all the new experiences to come. "Like spin the bottle, and drinking games and all that. There's this one called, seven minutes in heaven... Well, this will be just like that, but with magic."
Someone hooted.
Hermione shushed them.
"And before you accuse me of something evil..." He narrowed his eyes at her "it won't really make you do anything you don't want to do. It works on deep underlying attraction you may feel. Maybe something you don't even know is there. Hiding. It will not let you out until you fulfill your mutual desires." He smirked.
"And if you feel nothing, it opens."
If he thought that would convince Hermione, it didn't. She said no. Fortunately, Ginny was a match to her obstinacy and told her she didn't have to join. "All in good fun," Ginny pointed out.
Everyone agreed. Even Neville.
For once, democracy worked against Granger and she caved under the collective.
Draco and Ginny grinned at each other. Unlikely allies. Unlikely friends.
The party started slow but as time ticked by and the alcohol was poured people started to relax and have fun.
The Slytherins were jittery when Harry and Ron arrived, but that too didn't last long. The savior himself seemed keen on participating on things and after shaking Blaises' hand he had made his way to Draco and had talked to him for a long while.
What they discussed, no one heard, but in the end the blond's eyes were a little red and Harry shook his hand too before walking back to Ron's side.
Ron raised a glass at Harry, then promptly drained the drink. "Can we go now?"
"Nope. Seems there's a game we gotta play." He smirked a little because Malf..Draco, he was Draco now, had told him all about it. It was going to be fun.
"Fuck."
Hermione cleared her throat. "Alright everyone listen up. Here are the rules to our game."
"One. Your name and someone else's will be picked at random from a pool of names of everyone who is here."
"Two, you and the other person will go into the closet."
"Three, you can only come out once you have..." she blushed at that but continued "... fulfilled your mutual desires."
"Four, if you truly don't want to do anything with the person who's in there with you, if you are truly incompatible the closet will let yuou out. So no fear!"
"And five." Draco interjected. "Time goes by differently in there. you may be in there for, I don't know, thirty minutes.." He smirked at Seamus and Dean who blushed. "but out here only one will have passed."
Draco and Hermione were first.
Even Ron laughed at that one.
The blond smiled at her and walked into the closet.
It was only ten seconds before it opened back up and they walked out.
There was no sign at all that nothing had happened. Hermione looked a little underwhelmed.
Seamus and Dean were next.
Daphne and Ron.
Daphne blinked and grabbed at Draco's hand so hard it would leave some marks.
"Oh, it's happening," she gasped.
The blond boy raised an eyebrow at her. "You could look a little less excited, woman!" He sighed "I suppose he doesn't look too bad nowadays..."
He cleared his throat "Still a Weasley though."
"Are you blind?"
Ron the Gryffindor had been good to look at. But hands-off, because who would want a Weasley in Gryffindor red? But Ron the Auror?
Daphne grinned and continued to explain. "He's still a pureblood. And we can't have Blaise just be the only one to claim to have turned a Weasley."
Draco groaned and pushed her gently away. "Go away, go have your Weasley, merlin knows no one else wants that." He said, and immediately knew it was a lie. Daphne's thoughts were correct. Auror Ron was...something else.
Even if, there had been times, in the past, when Gryffindor Ron had also had his appeal. Perhaps there had been times when Draco had thought about his red hair way too much. Times when he was too focused on him.
He watched as she entered the closet and glanced towards Ron. Something about it all bothered him.
Must have been the fact Daphne was a proper lady and Weasley was an undeserving brute. Yes, must be that.
They stayed for 2 minutes. Daphne looked flushed, and her hair a little less proper. Ron's face was all red, but he didn't look like he minded being in the party anymore. He went back to where Harry was sitting with Neville, Hannah and Luna, and exchanged high fives with his best friend.
Hermione sighed next to Draco. "Well, that answers my question."
Draco had his arms crossed over his chest for some reason and was glaring at the floor. Stupid Daphne, falling for a Weasley like that.
"And what was your question?"
"Whether we were still together."
Hermione was sad, but seemed resolved. She knew Ron and her have to talk soon, and it helped to see he had moved on. "He always liked blondes."
"Hey...sorry." Draco said and actually squeezed her hand for a second. "But now you're free anyway. Think of the possibilities."
Pansy and Hermione, Dean shouted out.
The Slytherin girl shot the Gryffindor one a powerful smirk, tossed her hair away from her face and made her way to the closet.
Hermione blushed so very hard and looked helplessly at Draco who just pushed her away like he had done to Daphne.
"Go. Try some new things. Maybe you'll like it."
The girls were in there for 1 minute.
Pansy exited first, her lipstick completely gone, and when Hermione followed everyone could see where it had transferred to. Her neck was smeared with red and her mouth was pinker than before.
Ron grinned at her, and gave her a thumbs up.
Hermione smiled sheepishly and shrugged before following Pansy to the corner of the room.
Dean thrust his arm into the box again and pulled out two more names: Harry and Blaise.
Everyone stopped breathing.
Harry took a deep breath and walked to the closet. Blaise shot Ginny a look and made his way there too, nodding politely at the other boy before entering.
The door barely closed when it opened again, and Neville laughed in nervous relief. Ginny sank down her seat, looking boneless.
Blaise went to her, smiling, and Ginny burst into tears before holding her arms up. Blaise grinned and hugged her.
Ron and Harry high-fived again.
Seamus piped up. "Would have been better if it had been Ron and Harry!"
Everyone looked at Seamus.
"What, no one ever wondered about that?"
Ginny gagged.
Ron pointed his wand at Seamus, and Seamus laughed, ducking behind Dean.
Then the two best friends looked at each other, looked like they were considering the idea, and both shook their heads.
"Call who are next, Luna," Ron called out.
Luna did.
And the room went still.
Ron refused.
He got booed.
Draco looked around the room for help. Hermione pretended not to see it.
Daphne smirked at him.
Harry was downing his drink, his cheeks pink.
Draco too refused.
He too got booed.
"You are going in, right now, Draco Malfoy." Pansy said, narrowing her eyes. "You brought this closet here, you're not being the one to say no."
"But...but what's the point? It'll just open right back up!" He turned to Ron "You tell her Weasley!"
"Fuck's sake."
Everyone was staring at them.
Ron winced, his face getting red. Hermione frowned, knowing what comes next. She stood up and pointed at the closet, wordlessly commanding both to not ruin this party for her.
Ron swore again.
"Come on, Malfoy. Let's get this over with."
Draco's eyes were wide. "What? No! Why...there's no point!"
Daphne uncrossed her long legs, walked over to him, and much like he had done to her moments ago, pushed him towards the closet. "Go away, have that Weasley." She said, her laugh echoing in Draco's ears and making him go red too.
Yet, he found himself stepping into the closet.
The door closed behind them, Draco waited two seconds and shrugged, before going for the door to push it open.
Didn't budge.
He frowned and tried again.
Nothing.
"What the hell?"
"Oi, it's not opening? Hold up." Ron uncrossed his arms, standing straighter. When he spoke next, he sounded amused. "Oh, Malfoy... who'd have thought. Here I thought you would go for Harry."
"Excuse me?" Draco stopped his frantic testing of the door to glare at Ron. "If anyone in here is harbouring any deep seated desires, it's not me."
Ron scoffed.
"And what the hell do you mean you thought I'd go for Potter?" Draco asked, looking scandalized. "I'd go for neither of you. You're the ones obsessed with me."
Ron narrowed his eyes.
In the past, this would be about the time Ron would get red in the face and start insulting Draco right back. Maybe draw a fist. But Auror training has helped keep that famous temper in check and Ron started chuckling instead. "Is it hot in here?" he asked, and started to open some buttons of his shirt.
"What...what are you doing?" Draco blinked at what the redhead was doing and tried to take a step back...except there was nowhere to go. "Stop it! We need to figure out why this bloody thing won't open. It's broken."
"It worked fine with Daphne earlier."
The blond's cheeks went pink at that. "Well, that's different. She actually thinks you're an attractive person."
"So this has to be broken. We do not have...you know what...for each other." He scoffed.
"Sure. I agree with that." Ron had completely opened his shirt.
The bastard was enjoying himself.
And he didn't think for a minute he was the one who was interested in Malfoy.
"Why is your shirt like that?"
"It's hot."
Draco glared and then took a deep breath, trying to keep a clear head before talking again.
"You do remember rule number three don't you, Weasley?" He looked directly at Ron's blue eyes, ignoring the open shirt because...well it was better to ignore it. "Mutual desires?"
"Yeah, but you said you don't want me or Harry, so we're fucked."
"Exactly so this must be broken right?" Draco asked, but as he said it, he knew.
He knew it wasn't broken. No way just suddenly, such ancient powerful magic would stop working for no reason.
He sighed.
"Look, can't be more than a quick kiss right? Whatever it thinks we want?"
Ron was still having fun and he kept grinning at Draco. He thought it was possible it was broken, because he believed Draco when he said he didn't want Ron that way. In which case, he might as well enjoy himself.
"I know why it won't open for me. I've always wondered what it's like to kiss a bloke."
That's the truth. It won't harm him to admit it.
"Ah..." Draco felt a little more comfortable with that. It meant a good excuse. That's exactly what it was. Curiosity.
"Well I've never kissed a Gryffindor. maybe that's why." He shrugged. "Lets get it over with." He said, but did absolutely nothing, because he was in fact, a coward.
Ron rolled his eyes and made a move, leaning just a little bit.
It was a gentle kiss. Chaste. Just the hint of lips touching lips.
Draco didn't hate it.
He hated that he didn't hate it.
He said nothing when they pulled away, just went straight for the door.
No budging.
"Oh for fuck's sake!"
Now they have a problem.
Even Ron looked serious now, brows heavily furrowed. Curiosity was well and good, but he can't kiss without connection. That's why it took him and Daphne forever to get out.
"Weasley, tell me the truth. Are you into me?"
"Are you daft?"
"Listen! It's saying we want more than just that kiss, you understand?" Draco glared hard now "So...so...so I don't get it." He looked around as if he was trying to figure things out.
He was forgetting that the closet was built for arranged marriages. It was made to be persistent if it saw a connection.
"What do we do, Weasley? Any bright ideas? Not that I expect any."
"Look, I'm not lying. I really don't want to do more than that. I don't..." And here, at last, his confidence faltered. Ron coughed, eyes suddenly everywhere but on Draco's face. "I don't just kiss people randomly, you arse."
It's not cool to say, he knew that. Men his age were not supposed to be fussed.
Draco wanted to think that was silly. Wanted to say oh what a stupid little boy Ron actually was. How prude of him.
But he couldn't.
"I don't either." He said, with a shrug. "It's just not...a thing. Not what I was taught to do." He coughed and then leaned back against the wall of the closet "But then..you and Daphne. You can't tell me you did nothing!"
Ron got even redder. "Well, I mean, we talked first."
"You talked." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Well what would we even talk about? We already know each other." He winced visibly at that. What they knew wasn't good. It wasn't like it made them get any closer to wanting to kiss.
Frustrated, Ron started listing possible topics. All of them, Draco answered, and not one of the answers made Ron want to stick his tongue down the blond's throat. Minutes passed, and Ron finally groaned in defeat.
"Why did you hate me so much?"
It wasn't what he asked Daphne, but the idea was the same. Something real. The person behind the name.
That was what Ron needed.
"Because..." Draco sighed, chewing on his bottom lip for a second before answering. "You were just like me. Exactly like me, and yet you were on a completely different path. You managed to get Potter's friendship and that made me angry at first...and then I was angry at him for having yours too."
"The fuck's that mean?"
"I wanted to be you." Draco shrugged. "And I wanted you to be like me too, a proper pureblood like I thought we were supposed to be. I wanted you to leave Potter and just...I don't know...join me?" He let his head fall backwards and hit the wall behind him. "It's complicated. Whatever I thought of you, it's complicated. And it's changed over the years." Draco crossed his arms defensively over his chest.
"I bet you have none of these issues. You just hated me because I was an arse. Which is fair, I admit now."
Ron didn't deny it. Scratching the back of his neck - a feat, considering the right space - he tried to figure out which of what Draco just admitted he wanted clarified. "Why me and not Harry? Wouldn't it make more sense to want Harry to be your friend?"
"I don't know how to say what I want about that without offending Potter and having you punch me."
"I won't punch you."
Draco shrugged. "At first... I wanted him to be my friend. He was famous and all that but then...well I figured, he wasn't as interesting as I thought he would be. He was just..." He paused before saying it, looking at Ron as if he was telling him to remember what he said. "A regular old gryffindor half blood. Sure he was the Chosen One, but he didn't get it did he? Not really. Our world. Expectations. And you? Well I thought you would. You'd appreciate me, if you actually wanted to."
He chuckled "I know it's fucking stupid alright?"
Ron didn't answer right away.
He was still frowning, but his head had tilted to the side, and he was deep in thought.
He'd expected something... sexual.
He said as much.
"That's it? Shit, Malfoy. I thought you were going to say you had a crush on me or something."
"Of course you did." Draco rolled his eyes, but it was surprisingly playful. "Well, I don't want to disappoint you. I didn't have a crush but I did think you got increasingly more handsome in 6th year. Unfortunately I was too preoccupied with other things then..." He trailed off, looking put off by the memories.
"But anyway... why do you think the closet has done this to us then?"
"I do like blondes..." Ron smirked. "Just sixth year?"
Draco smirked "I am as blond as they get, it's true. And what, you wanted more? want me to stroke your ego?" He asked "I suppose you don't look too bad in your uniform. I won't ask you to reciprocate. I suppose being blond is enough."
Ron shook his head. "Nope. Otherwise I'd fancy Neville, won't I? Or Luna? But, see, I have standards."
"What and I measure up?" Draco put a hand on his chest dramatically and gasped "That's a scandal if I ever heard one. I assumed I'd be the last choice for you, no matter how obviously handsome I am."
They both stared at each other, and Ron went back to scratching the back of his neck.
"Lookwise, you're up there with Daphne. Even if you are, you know." He gestured vaguely at Draco. "A bloke."
What's to say after that?
Apparently, plenty.
Ron cleared his throat. "I mean, you still sucked, back then. But you're alright now so..." He shrugged.
The blond was flattered, and it was obvious by the slight pink of his cheeks.
"Hermione's been saying things about me has she? Ruining my reputation." He said, but he was smiling. "Weasley...I..." He cleared his throat, thinking now was the perfect time to do this, what other chance was he going to have?
"I'm sorry alright? For the things I did. I talked to Potter today, and cleared thigns but there's a lot I have to apologize for to you too... so...I'm sorry."
It didn't make up for all the shit he had done and said, but Draco knew he had to trey now. He wasn't the great Malfoy heir anymore. He was just another rich kid.
Ron blinked, clearly taken aback.
He hadn't expected the apology and hadn't even thought he wanted one. Shocked, he just managed to nod, but his actions indicated his confusion at what to do now. Of the three of them, Ron had been the most willing to be civil, but only that. There had been too much of a feud between the two families even before Harry and Hermione had come into the picture. Their wounds don't heal, was what he told Harry. Not with both families flaying it open and always letting blood flow.
But if Draco apologized, that meant it would be up to the Weasleys to keep the hate coming, and Ron couldn't think of any member of the family who would initiate the arguments.
More awkward silence.
The door stayed locked.
"Aren't you curious about anything?"
"I am actually..." Draco raised an eyebrow. "I heard a rumor but I want to know if it's true. Did you or did you not, once sneak into the Slytherin common room and talked to me disguised as Crabbe?"
Ron chuckled. "Merlin, you were a mean little shit. How the dickens didn't those two ever hex you, I'll never know."
"They loved me." The blond said and decided to change the subject because actually thinking about Crabbe, hurt.
"So you don't deny it. I can't believe it. You're a sneaky one Weasley." He smiled "I'm almost impressed."
"Blame Hermione for that! Honestly, half the shit we did were all her." Ron protested, refusing to let the girl off the hook; she's used them as meat shield to hide her shenanigans long enough. Testing the door, realizing it wasn't budging, Ron thought back to what Hermione said. "Give it then, since we're being truthful and all. I suppose you're curious what a proper snogging with a Weasley is like?"
If his hair could blush, it would have along with the rest of him. "Am not! I think, if anything, you're curious to know what it's like with a Malfoy. Confess. You think I'm handsome."
"I already said it earlier, you fop. So just admit it and we can do it properly then."
"You want me to admit to...to want to snog a Weasley?" Draco asked and he looked slightly terrified, though he was going more for a scandalized looked.
The truth was, he had.
Not really Ron.
Well, Ron too, more recently, he had in fact noticed him, but he had not been the first, because he had seen Bill once years ago, on a trip to Gringotts with his father.
"Fine, maybe I once thought about snogging a Weasley. Maybe. Not telling you who."
And then Draco froze.
Because Ron's actual words clicked in his brain
"Wait... you uh, want to do it?"
"Only way to get out of this thing is to be honest, yeah? if I'm going to kiss a bloke for the first time, might as well be with someone whose face I don't mind going crazy with." Ron reached out, holding Draco by his upper arm. "How much snogging? Because I'm not sure you'd like what Daphne and I did earlier..."
The blond was flattered. There was no way not to be when Ron was basically admitting he thought he was good to look at.
Not that Draco's ego, when it came to his looks, had ever been very damaged, but this was better than a usual compliment, coming from an old rival.
He didn't squeak when his arm was touched, but it was a close call.
"What did you do?" He practically whispered.
Ron chuckled.
Ron was a surprisingly gentle kisser. He focused on the lower lip, sucking and licking it, his fingers hovering just underneath his partner's jaw. Of his other hand, it was placed on the small of the back, to keep the other person steady. There was always room to move away, to allow for escape. Ron has had two partners in his lifetime, and their temperament, the way they liked to be kissed, it showed on Ron's technique.
This was Hermione's doing. This soothing gentleness. But the maddening rub of Ron's upper thigh between Draco's legs were Lavender's. And when Ron finally angled Draco's head for the deeper kiss, when his tongue sweep lightly to seek entry into Draco's mouth, well, Draco knew finally that this was all Ron.
The blond had not been ready for it.
To say that he had had no clue what kissing Ron Weasley would be like, would be an understatement.
He'd thought about it, sure. In a sort of curious way a couple of times, when teenage hormones hit and you're a little feverish, a little out of your mind and someone's face flashes through it.
Their freckled skin.
Their big hands.
But Draco had never thought that it would be like this.
His eyes were closed and his hands were tightly fisted on the fabric of Ron's open shirt, as if he was afraid to fall backwards, though he had no room to.
Draco's tongue met the redhead's in a maddening dance and he tried very hard not to move the rest of his body at all, not to let Ron know he wanted to open himself up a little more to that invading thigh.
How had they arrived here?
Ron had just been the perfect Gryffindor, leaned forward, grabbed Draco by the waist, looked into his eyes for any denial, and then just went for it.
The blond couldn't say he wasn't grateful for that bravery, and he punctuated said gratefulness with a rather embarrassing little sound, deep in his throat, with another swipe of tongue on tongue.
Then Ron's hand dropped to Draco's arse.
And it started squeezing.
The blond gasped against Ron's lips before pulling away and burying his face in his neck. "Fuck...you did that to her too?"
Ron grinned. He turned his head too so he could start nibbling and licking at Draco's ear. "Yeah. You don't mind I'm doing it?"
Draco didn't answer the question, just leaned his head to give Ron some better access.
He probably should have thought about it. Should have considered how easily he had let Weasley kiss him, touch him, lick his ear.
How easily Weasley had done it too.
But it wasn't his fault. Or their fault. It was the closet's.
He dug his fingers into Ron's red hair, his other hand making its way to his stomach.
Merlin, being an auror had really done him good.
Ron was enjoying himself. Shockingly so. Kissing a bloke was different by a lot of factors. The feel of the body for one, the scent of the skin another. He knew his hands were moving too much, kneading and squeezing whatever comes in contact with them, hoping to familiarize with this new form. But in some ways, Draco was almost just as feminine. He'd never tell, in case the Slytherin took offense, but the shock of softness from that fine hair had been a mindfuck.
He had expected coarseness, texture he knew were exclusively male.
His right hand threaded themselves in the strands of Draco's hair and he groaned at the silky feel. Yeah, this was definitely going to be his new favorite turn-on.
The devil on his shoulder wondered how Draco's pubes would be like...
"We can stop if you want," he panted.
No.
The word immediately flashed in his mind, though he didn't yell it out. Draco did not want to stop. Gods no.
Did he have any idea why he was enjoying it so much? No, he did not, but who cared? He had done so much shit in the past that he hadn't really wanted, so why stop now that he did?
He glanced at the door. It was still firmly shut.
Good.
"Keep going. Lets keep going. We want to, don't we?" He asked but he didn't wait for an answer before his hands moved to tug Ron's shirt off his shoulders.
Ron responded by slamming Draco to the blond's side of the wall, properly pining him so he could have some space to grind against him.
"Haven't fucked anyone in so long, Malfoy," Ron admitted. It could be a warning. He told Daphne as much, and the girl had merely sighed. But Ron had been mindful of the fact she barely knew him and it felt weird to do more. Somehow, this didn't seem a problem with Draco.
Weird how their seven year long skirmishes has led to this sort of familiarity.
Draco almost choked on his own saliva.
"Oh fucking hell." He said and wondered why getting pinned against the wall, movement restricted was so hot. "I want to. Weasley, I want you to..." His hands had a mind of their own and they were frantically trying to touch Ron's chest everywhere.
He hadn't done anything at all since the summer, and even then it had been only once and awkward. Theo had visited him at the manor, to try and cheer him up a little after the stint in Azkaban and they had ended up trying to chase away their demons with sex.
It had been...ok.
But now, here in a closet with Ron Weasley, it was already so much hotter.
Ron pressed his hips to Draco, and moaned at the feel of his hardness pressing on Draco's own hard on. Merlin. Why was that suddenly making him want them naked? He hadn't really thought himself the kind interested with the idea of being with a man, even when Seamus had suggested him and Harry earlier; it had been a passing curiosity. But he supposed the fact he'd been curious was a tell.
"You did this before with someone?" he asked, even as he rained kisses on Draco's neck.
The blond's hips jerked to meet Ron's, searching for some much-needed friction. The kisses he was given, sending little shivers up his spine every single time. "y-yes, yes, but it wasn't..." He moaned softly at a lingering lip touch "Gods, Ron..."
And in the mess of pleasure and want, he didn't even care that he had switched to a first name.
He moved his head so he could look at Ron's face, his deep blue eyes much more attractive now than they had ever been and Draco trailed kisses along his freckled jaw, tongue darting to lick at a few of the tiny spots. "Is this crazy? Have we gone crazy..."
Yeah, thought Ron. So might as well just commit, he supposed.
Ron reached down, and palmed the front of Draco's pants where his bulged were. "Never touched another bloke's junk before," he admitted, sounding shy.
"Hngh..." Draco moaned against Ron's jaw. "Is it weird?"
Wasn't weird for him. It was in fact, really good, so good he felt like he was harder than he had ever been.
"A bit? But I don't mind it." Ron cleared his throat. "What... what do I do next?"
"How about I show you and you can follow my lead?" Draco said, and punctuated it by letting his hand slide in between them, undoing Ron's fly and grasping his length with his long, pale fingers.
His eyes widened slightly and he looked down. "Merlin...you're...wow."
Ron couldn't answer. The look of shock on his face had been replaced with something bordering on sheer bliss. "Fuck, Malfoy. Your hand's soft." He couldn't help it; he started dry humping the hand that had a grip around him, doing it while making sure Draco's head was raised up so he could watch the blond's expression.
"Look at me," he instructed.
It was a little embarrassing to keep his eyes on Ron's face.
No. Not embarrassing. Vulnerable. Raw.
And yet it felt good that way. Like he was stripped of anything else but that moment, so he did as he was told.
His hand was moving together with Ron, stroking his length, loving how silky smooth it felt.
"Gods...I can't believe...this is so..." What could he say? "I want you so badly."
Ron has no idea what he wanted, and it truth, wasn't even sure he could do anything beyond mindless riding the wave of pleasure he was feeling now, but Draco had told him to follow his lead, so he did. Kissing Draco hungrily, his own hands went to work on the fly of Draco's pants, and when it was open, went to rub his thumb on the underside of the tip of Draco's dick. It's something Ron personally enjoyed and he figured he'd try it on Draco.
The blond shivered all over and his hand stilled for a second because Ron's touch made his brain freeze. "Oh..."
That felt good.
He returned Ron's kiss feverishly and when he pulled away and looked at the redhead he was so obviously turned on, his pupils completely blown.
His hand started to move again stroking Ron's cock in a steady rhythm. "I want to feel yours against mine."
"Fuck. Do it."
Ron was already working on lowering Draco's pants enough to allow his cock to spring out of his underpants. He knew he was leaking precum already, but didn't care. This was so fucking hot.
Draco did the same, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Ron's underwear and pulling them down enough to free his big, beautiful erection.
"Pick me up." He blushed as he said it, both arms wrapping around the redhead's neck. Maybe it was a bit too girly for him to want to be in that position, he should probably be ashamed of himself, but somehow he didn't think Ron would agree with that, so for now, for this moment, he didn't care.
He wanted to wrap himself around Ron and let him take control.
Ron did as he was told. When he felt the warm, hard, silken heat touch his stomach, he couldnt help it. "Fuck, baby. You're lucky we're not on some bed right now. Fuck, Malfoy."
Shit, the blond was lucky there wasn't room for him to be on his knees. Ron knew where he wanted his dick in and it's so easy to imagine himself fucking Draco's face.
The blond would remember to comment on how Ron called him baby later, when he had time to think about what they had actually done in the closet, he'd remember to tease, but right then, he was really into it.
"I don't feel lucky.. I wish I was...I wish there was space to..." He groaned as their cocks slid together, slicked with their precum. It felt so freaking good. "Gods, you feel so good, your cock is just..." He moaned again and let his head fall back, eyes shut as their hips moved and the friction sent jolts of pleasure through him.
"Say it," Ron growled. "What about my cock?"
"Good...big..." He gasped out just as quite a bit more precum escaped the tip of his. "Oh gods. faster, move...faster... I need..."
Ron pushed Draco again so he has the closet's side wall as means to keep Draco up. He worried at the passing of time, and knew as much as he was enjoying this, he couldn't prolong their release any longer. "Next time, I'm sticking my cock up this sweet tight hole of yours."
And his middle finger brushed it even as he started moving faster. Just imagining it was enough to make him cum.
Next time
Fuck.
Were they doing this again?
The thought of them doing it again, of doing more, sounded way too brilliant to Draco, when it should actually be terrifying him. the implications of such a thing. The issue sit could arise. The meaning behind it.
None of that mattered in that moment though, not when Ron's finger moved the way it did, where it did and Draco's whole body tensed up, his legs tightening around the other man's waist.
"R-Ron..." Draco came with a low moan, fingers digging into the redhead's back, stripes of his cum coating his stomach.
Ron came, too. And when he did, he sought Draco's lips for a bruising kiss.
the blond's fingers dug into Ron's red hair once again as they both came down from their highs
"Shit." Ron was breathing heavy and still holding Draco up. "What the hell happened?"
Draco muttered something unintelligible into Ron's shoulder before pulling back, with some effort. "We went out of our minds, clearly, is what." He said, and he meant it.
But if someone asked him if he regretted it?
That was a different question altogether
Ron slowly let him drop, grateful for the fact his shirt was open and so the worst of the mess was on his skin. Not like Draco, whose shirt front now clung to his torso. "Here, let's clean you up some."
The blond nodded, looking down at himself with a wrinkles nose and with a wave of his wand scourgified himself. He'd need a shower, for sure, but for now this would have to do.
But, realization soon hit him and he nervously chewed on his lip when he looked back up at Ron.
"You realize they're going to know."
"Deny deny deny," Ron murmured. He was already in the process of buttoning up. "That was wicked though. If I'd known shagging with blokes would be as fun..."
"Am I your dirty little secret hmm?" Draco asked and though he was expecting that, should really be thankful for it, it stung. Still, his tone was as playful as he could do. Another time, he would have been offended, would have pointed out how Weasley should be lucky that he even gave him a second of attention.
This was now though. The past had died.
Ron gave him a sheepish grin that also managed to come off suddenly very shy. "What, and I'm not yours?"
"I was going to brag to Blaise later actually." Draco said with a smirk. "Tell him he's not the only one to sample the Weasleys..."
Ron nodded, deciding it wasn't worth arguing about to keep things secret.
"Let's stay a bit more? Calm ourselves a bit so it's not like we just finished trying to fuck each other's brains out when we come out of the closet."
Draco buttoned up his trousers. "Alright, I need to mentally prepare for Pansy. She'll have a lot to say about it." He looked back up at Ron and smirked "Hope this doesn't hurt your chances with Daphne. She seemed she was rather into you." The words scratched in his throat on the way out.
Ron laughed and said the girl wasn't his type. "Just the visuals work."
Inexplicably, Draco's heart skipped a literal beat.
Stupid.
"And what is your type then? Other than obviously, blond?"
But Ron didn't answer, just laughing and shaking his head. And inexplicably reaching out to smooth his pale, almost silvery white hair in place.
Draco couldn't stop the small smile spreading on his lips. "It would be stupid you know? If we did this again. Unwise, for sure." But his hand was tugging on Ron's shirt collar, fixing it properly.
"My mom might disown me if she hears about it." Ron was so different now from what he used to be, when he was a student in the school. The war didn't change him so much as being an auror did. The confidence that only came in spurts in the past was his now to control and it showed in how he interacted with Draco, just minutes after an intense boning session. "Should we try to see if it'll open now?"
"My father definitely would, if he could." Draco said with a small chuckle. Lucius couldn't hurt him anymore, not from his cell in Azkaban and his mother? Well, she just wanted him to be happy, she didn't really care anymore what he did as long as he was safe.
"Yes..but, Ron? I...well." He sighed "I wouldn't mind being a little stupid sometimes. You understand?"
There was a beat. Two seconds long, and mostly it was Ron staring at Draco's face with that frown of his.
And then a slow nod.
The blond smiled and reached for the door.
For a second he thought it might not open yet, it showed some resistance, but then, finally, it swung open.
To reveal everyone's shocked faces.
And Pansy's extremely satisfied one.
The game continued, with Seamus progressively getting drunk and randomly calling out pairs.
Draco and Harry were suggested, and though it was slight, and so very fleeting, Ron sent Draco a questioning look.
The blond glanced at Ron.
Pansy and Hermione both noticed it and gave each other knowing looks.
Harry walked into the closet, looking more nervous than when he had to fight a dragon in his fourth year.
The door opened about twenty seconds in, and when they came out they didn't look much different, though they did look embarrassed.
"That's it? I was betting on some more with all the sexual tension over the years..." Seamus looked disappointed.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Seamus, or I'll drag Dean in there with me."
Seamus choked on his drink giving Ron a panicked look.
Draco smiled at the comment and when he sat down, it was on a chair only a couple feet away from Ron. His excuse was Pansy and Hermione were right behind him, that was why.
The latter leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Into redheads now are you?" Draco swatted at her, annoyed.
Hermione walked over to Ron and sat with him.
For a while, no one cared about the closet. All eyes were on the two ex-lovers, especially when Ron took Hermione's hand to give it a squeeze. And when he mouthed 'Sorry' and Hermione blinked back tears and nodded, and then mouthed her own apology, eyes for (obvious) reason swung to Draco.
"This was fun," Ron announced. "I'm glad I came."
Harry snorted his laughter. "Your brothers are going to kill me."
Draco looked a little worried, a little uncomfortable, but Pansy put her hand on his shoulder and then got on his lap and started fiddling with his hair to calm him down, and it worked.
Hermione smiled at the sight before looking back at Ron. "Is it going to be a thing, you know? You and..." She trailed off and Harry hid his face behind his glass, looking way too amused.
"No idea. But he's definitely a better kisser than you, so."
She smacked his head.
Many months later It was almost the end of the day when Harry walked up to Ron in the Ministry cafeteria, a serious look on his face.
"Ron, there's someone in your office for you. Says he wanted to confess to a crime, but will only speak to you."
Ron paused, looking down at his curry bowl. "I'm not senior Auror yet! You go. I'm sure if they have Harry Potter doing the interrogation..."
Harry shook his head- "I tried. They refuse. Says they want you. Robards asked to get you."
Some pleading, and muttering of murder, and Ron taking his curry bowl with him. He was still chewing when he opened the door of his office, his face properly pissed and imposing. But then he saw who was in his office and he stopped to stare.
"What did you do?" he asked, numbed.
Draco had his legs elegantly crossed, his long coat draped across his shoulders and falling to the floor. He looked good in his muggle three-piece suit.
"I've been a very bad boy, auror Weasley."
Ron blinked. His heartbeat, which raced at the sight of Draco and the worry of what crime he must have committed, slowed a bit as his brain caught up with this new twist. Raising his hands, he rubbed his face briskly.
"Oh, fuck. I'm going to kill you, Malfoy."
"No need to be so harsh... My crime isn't that bad, and I'm only going to really commit it now." He smirked and leaned forward. "I assume seducing a government employee in the premises of the Ministry must be some sort of crime?"
Ron sighed.
But he was also locking his door and starting to unzip his pants.
"You're going to get me in trouble, luv."
Draco stood and crossed the room to Ron, letting his hands roam over the man's shoulders. Merlin, he loved that uniform so much.
"The saviour's right-hand man? Please." He said as he started to undo Ron's shirt buttons eagerly. "Besides, we all know they need that brain of yours for the actually important cases. You know what I keep telling you. Who'll be head auror one day."
The redhead grinned. Leaning forward, he went for a kiss, one hand already tangling themselves among the strands of Draco's hair. "Love you," he murmured between kisses.
"Missed you." The blond said licking a stripe along Ron's jaw before sliding down to the floor, not caring too much about his immaculate suit. He could just buy a new one, but he couldn't miss this opportunity.
He'd been in France for three days now, on business, and though it didn't seem like a long time, for him, it was. He was too used to coming home to Ron nowadays to appreciate a cold, impersonal hotel room.
Ron tried - and failed - to convince Draco he wanted something else. Because, yeah, sex with the blond was always great, but the idea of Draco dressed as he did, and giving him a blow job while in his auror uniform was something he wouldn't ever pass off.
Draco mouthed at the bulge in Ron's underwear, making the fabric all wet, eyes looking upwards at the redhead. "Missed this."
Ron grinned down at him lazily. "It missed you, too."
He was already red, and his eyes were heavy-lidded.
"I can see that." He practically cooed at it before pulling Ron's underwear down and freeing his erection. Draco's mouth watered immediately at the sight.
"All mine." He said before licking a long, wet stripe along the shaft. "so good." He licked at the tip, lapping up the small bit of precum pooling from it.
Ron groaned. He couldn't help it, as he did quick, shallow thrusts once he felt the wet heat of the inside of Draco's mouth envelope him. It's been days.
Who would have thought they would come to this? The day after the party, Ron and Harry had been briefed to do a mission, and Ron hadn't been able to get any messages for days. Tired and irritable once their assignment were done and all the paperwork filed, Ron had ignored the pile of letters Pig was happily nesting on inside his room when he finally managed to come home. The second date almost didn't happen because of it.
Draco moaned around him, encouraging Ron to fuck his mouth as he saw fit.
It was kind of depraved to do it like this. In the Ministry, wearing a fancy suit.
But his own hardening cock didn't think that was bad.
And he definitely had no time to consider anything else. Like how he had been brave enough, for the first time in a while, to write that letter to Ron. How Hermione herself had encouraged him. How he had actually written to ask if Ron would like to try it, to be stupid together.
He had almost given up by the time he got the answer, but their date had happened, it had gone as well as can be expected. They bickered, they argued and almost gave up on it, and then in the end they had kissed each other desperately in an alleyway.
Ron never encouraged him to be good the way a Gryffindor was supposed to be good. If anything, the redhead had looked at him weirdly when he tried to be considerate and charming. The auror admitted that while this unexpected side of Draco was distractingly lovable, he actually dig the high-handed manner the blond was more known for. "Suits you," Ron had admitted, mortified to be telling him this fact.
"If I had known I was into blokes back in school, I'd have fantasied fucking you, right? Especially after you insulted the shit out of me." was another confession.
Draco had surprisingly confessed similar things. How he had liked back in school the way Ron frowned at him, how he'd immediately go on the offensive. "It's sexy." He had told him.
But he also confessed how he liked how gentle Ron's big hands could be, how they changed to being rough only when needed. "It's like, you know what I want." And Draco had blushed and refused to say anything else for an hour after that one.
They hadn't done anything after that date, after the heavy kissing.
Ron asked to take things slow.
He has a bad track at romance.
So the dates piled up one after the other, and so did the increasing questioning from their friends and families.
No one could believe this was really happening, not even after the closet incident. It just seemed too far-fetched that these two, of all people, would want to be together.
Yet, they kept going, kept getting to know each other, kept bickering, kept kissing slow and deep every time they parted.
And by the sixth date, when they were about bursting with sexual frustration, they finally went up to Ron's room and almost broke his bed.
Ron had both hands tangled in Draco's hair now, urging him to go fast. Practically begging.
Draco sped up, one hand grasping the redhead's arse cheek harshly, the other pumping him in tandem with the motion of his head.
"Baby, let go. Fuck, I'm coming," Ron gently tried to pry him away, mindful of how much load he'd release this time around and not wanting to subject his partner to that. Gritting his teeth, he tried to slow it down.
Draco pulled away with a faint popping sound and smirked. "You think you can fuck me on your desk, auror Weasley? Can you punish me good?"
Ron growled. "Not going to be gentle, Draco."
And he practically dragged Draco to the desk, muttering sorry as he then quickly got his pants down to reveal pale, lovely asscheeks. Ron spit on his hand and quickly spread Draco open so he can rub his spit on the hole, smoothly inserting his middle finger in, an inch of it and moving it about. When he realized there wasn't enough lubricant, he quickly bent down to lick and prod in tandem.
If people knew how sex-crazed Ron Weasley could get when he was with Draco Malfoy...
Draco gasped a little when he was being manhandled but he fucking loved it, he wasn't going to deny it. He bent over very willingly and spread his legs apart to let Ron do whatever he wanted to. He hissed softly at the intrusion but then could only moan when he felt his boyfriend's tongue in his sensitive spot.
"Oh fuck...fucking love that." He reached for his wand and waved it clumsily around, somehow managing to cast a good silencing spell. And then he moaned, loud. "Please, please just fuck me, I need your cock please darling, please..."
Shit. He wanted more time to loosen him, but he figure he'll just keep it to shallow thrusts. Pulling Draco's pants down and urging him to get one leg off so he had more room to maneuver, he twisted Draco around, hauling him up so his ass was hanging off the edge of the desk. Ron's favourite position was from behind, hands down. But he hasn't seen Draco in ages.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he said, and pulled Draco's legs up. Ron didn't even have time to savor the slow entry; he was too desperate for this connection for that. He stopped just as his dick's head managed to push in, and unable to help himself, already started to thrust.
Slow, he told himself, groaning and needing to close his eyes, because it was a bad idea after all, to do this face to face.
"You're so fucking bad, luv."
"So, so bad." Draco managed to say though he was having trouble even keeping himself propped up by his elbows. He wanted to watch though, to see Ron move and to savour the way he looked when he was buried deep inside him.
The way he sounded.
"Your cock feels so good, Ron...spreading me open, filling me up. I needed it so bad." He continued, raking his nails along the redhead's chest, enjoying the fact he still had that sexy uniform top on. "Missed it so much, had to use my fingers thinking of you." Draco urged him on by using his leg to pull his hip's closer. "I can take it."
Ron grunted, and finally let himself just do what he wanted.
He slid as much of himself as he thought Draco could handle at such short notice, loving the way pleasure washed over Draco's features.
"Gods yes..." the blond said just as Ron brushed against his prostate. He closed his eyes and just let himself feel everything, waves of pleasure bursting through him as Ron fucked into him. "Right there, oh Ron please..." He moaned wantonly hips trying to move with the other man's but not really able to.
Ron has started to move. Slow at first, still mindful of hurting Draco, but feeling him loosening, he let himself thrust harder, faster. The slap of flesh was loud, and the sight of Draco's cock bobbing up and down every time Ron rammed himself into Draco was enough to make Ron drool. Yeah, he'll be sucking on that dick as soon as he come home later.
"You're a bad boy, Malfoy," Ron moaned. Fuck. He's not lasting long. Quickly he gripped Draco's cock in one hand and started twisting and pulling lightly, hoping the added sensations will help them cum at the same time.
So he played with himself, did he? Didn't seem very fair, since Ron held back from nutting.
"Fuck fuck fuck...oh gods oh..." Draco couldn't form a coherent sentence at all as he gripped the sides of the table with his hands, his whole body jumping with the powerful thrusts and making the table wobble.
He practically screamed when he came, spilling unto his stomach and chest, his walls contracting and squeezing Ron along with his orgasm.
His partner was shuddering from his own climax, loving the sudden spasm of muscle surrounding his cock, still deep inside his lover. He kept rocking once the initial spurt was passed, enjoying the wet feel all around him, and only stopping when he was too soft to sustain the movements required for his thrust to be of any effect. Moving away, he managed to clean them both up before pulling his pants back on.
Ron has given up any pretense of propriety once it became common knowledge he was dating that Malfoy.
"Fucking hell," he sighed, plopping down on a chair. "You know you've ruined me for others now, right?"
Draco smirked, waving his wand so his clothes looked almost as immaculate as they once had been, when he'd arrived at the Ministry.
"That was always my plan, darling." He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to his boyfriend's. "I did really miss you, you know? Lets go out for dinner, yes?"
"No. I want another round as soon as I'm able. I won't be able to last through dinner. Hey, are you alright? I didn't hurt you?" Concerned, he pulled Draco close to him.
The blond chuckled "No, you didn't hurt me, you know I would have said something." He smiled and leaned into him, positioning himself properly on his lap. "You're a pervert, but I love you."