Hate
Summary: Ron and Draco had a hate so strong, it could not be knocked down by anything. Sex, war, wives, whatever they faced, the hate stayed strong and did not burn down. Join me for spring break with allieweasley in the story of Hate. Watch out homophobics, it's slash, and you wouldn't like that, would you?
The Drabbles II
Title: No title, just something hot
Time: after the war and the wives
Ron groaned as he massaged in the hardness in his pants. He leaned against the expensive tile on the wall of Malfoy Manor. Or it could've been slate, or mosaic, whatever it was, it cost a fortune and leave it to Draco to show off.
Speaking of the blonde, Draco Malfoy had already taken his business dress robes off and was unbuttoning his shirt in the same manner he had when they were in school. Back when they were younger, without wives and scars of war, but besides that, they were still pretty much the same.
"Feeling guilty yet?" Draco said, pushing up against Ron. He had lost his patience and left his shirt halfway buttoned, but Ron didn't mind the slightest.
"Nope, not yet," Ron murmured. The two men grinded their hips and moaned in unison.
"How's your Mudblood?" Draco said. They had made a habit of asking each other about their families, which would produce shame from anyone else but for some reason, not them. Not Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley.
"Hermione is doing fine," Ron said through gritted teeth. He felt a rare spark of anger. "I don't call Pansy 'The Pug', do I?"
"Yes, you do, you call her that everyday, so I'm at liberty at calling your dearest wife whatever I wish," Draco said. He had a mischievous spark in his eyes now. One of his hands unzipped and unbuttoned Ron's pants to grope his erection through boxers now slightly moist from sweat. The other hand buried itself in red hair that was still as long and windswept as it had been long ago, but Draco preferred it that way.
"Ferret."
"Weasel," Draco responded coolly. Their foreheads were touching gently, and hot pants of breath reached each other's lips but neither connected them yet. "Have I mentioned that I hate red hair?"
"Many times," Ron said. He let out a moan and his hips bucked against Draco's touch.
"Mmhmm, it makes your—"
"Eyelashes look weird," Ron finished. He grabbed hold of Draco's back and pulled the other man closer to him. "'Least I don't look like a gay lord."
Draco snorted. "At least I don't look like a gay pauper," He retorted.
"Wonderful comeback."
"I believe my sarcasm is rubbing off on you," Draco said. His pink tongue darted out and tasted Ron's bottom lip. With one final stroke, Ron's hips bucked once more and cum spurted out of the tip.
"W-we have to go now," Ron panted. "I need to borrow an extra pair of boxers."
"You're stealing all my underpants," Draco said, but as always, he led Ron to his oversized closet and pulled out a pair of silver and green boxers. "Doesn't your wife ever notice that you wear underwear with Slytherin colors?"
"No, actually, she doesn't," Ron mused. He was surprised himself that Hermione, with all her brains, could not notice something so crucial. Well…"Well maybe she does, but she doesn't care."
"Maybe she doesn't want to believe it," Draco said softly. He buttoned his shirt back up and went back to the bathroom to get his dress robes. Ron was left staring at the boxers in contemplation. He took a deep sniff and inhaled Draco's scent.
"I hate you," He told Draco when Draco arrived with both men's robes.
"I hate you, too," Draco said effortlessly, and they got dressed and headed downstairs.
Title: Wonder Boy's worry
Time: seventh year
Harry had just finished up his Potion's homework (finally!) with a sigh of relief and a yawn when Ron came through the portrait hole. Harry stiffened, but Ron just grinned at him tiredly.
"What are you to, mate?" Ron said, plopping down on a chair next to the fire. He let out a great yawn. "Yep, I think I'll just stay here all night."
"Could've just stayed with your boyfriend," Harry said. He cringed. It sounded so odd, just the feeling of a man and his boyfriend.
"He's not my boyfriend, Harry," Ron said. "But if it makes you feel better, yeah, 'course, we hold hands and give each other flowers."
Harry tried his best to stay awake. He sat down next to Ron in a serious manner, with a serious expression. "Ron, we really need to talk," He said.
"Harry, we've talked a million times, and it's in the middle of the night, I'm dead tired," Ron said. He yawned again.
Harry shook his head. "No. Ron, you're my best mate, we've been friends all through Hogwarts. And that's why I'm worried about you," Harry shook Ron's shoulder to get him to look him in the eye. "Ron, you need to get your facts straight. You say you hate him, you spend more time with him then me, and I just don't get it. Are you guys together, or not?"
"Er…" Ron said, contemplating. "Well, yes and no."
"Yes and no?"
"Physically yes, mentally no."
Harry's cheeks turned red. "And another thing. Ron, he's a Malfoy, Malfoys have been in Slytherin for centuries. How do you know he's not just trying to get a hold of you, send you over to Voldemort, or something?"
"What could You-Know-Who possibly want with me?" Ron snapped. "I'm just the weird, tall guy who follows you around. Hmm, yeah, red hair, freckles, and poor like any other Weasley. Living in Harry Potter's shadow, yeah, that's right. Oh, what's his name again? Steve? Yep, that's the one."
"Ron! I don't want any attention!" Harry said furiously. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Ron said. He took a deep breath. "Harry, I'm sorry, you're my best mate and I should stop acting stupid. But it's complicated, with me and Draco. Don't give me that look, yeah, I call him Draco." Ron sighed and slapped Harry's back friendly. "But whatever happens, he'll still be a slimy git and you'll still be my best friend. The only difference is—"
"Oh, don't finish that sentence," Harry groaned. Ron laughed, and the two fell asleep in front of the roaring fire, as best friends do.
Title: An early birthday present
Time: fifth year
It was an ordinary morning for Ron Weasley. He was sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, half-asleep and wondering what he had said in the past ten minutes. Ron's best friends, Harry and Hermione, were both sitting across from him and they were joining him in their complaints about the subject of homework. Actually, Harry and Ron were doing the real complaining; Hermione was more of lecturing the two for not having good common sense and time management. As always.
Unfortunately, for our Gryffindor trio, things are never normal for the Chosen One, the smartest girl in their year, and…the boy who was friends with the two. With dark lords wanting no more than to kill you, O.W.L.'s approaching in fast, older brothers who had a reputation for sending teachers and students to the hospital wing, and etc., normal means abnormal.
Therefore, it was normal when a handsome eagle owl purposely flew into Ron's porridge and knocked half of his breakfast onto his shirt. Ron let out a howl of rage and shooed with away.
"You stupid owl, get off me!" Ron shouted at it as it flew away, hooting teasingly and leaving a package for him in return. "Lookit what you did! Argh, this was a new shirt, too!"
Ron then had a nasty image of what Malfoy would say at "new shirt". Something along the lines of, "A new shirt, Weasel? Why, I thought I'd never see the day. Well done, I'm quite proud of you. Maybe next time your fat mother will by you some fitting pants as well," And then the stuck-up blonde would probably laugh at his shrunken pants that could not, as much as it tried, cover the entire length of Ron's long, lanky legs.
Hermione had already decided that the ordeal with Ron vs. owl wasn't as exciting as to get involved in, so she picked up the package the owl had left behind and began examining it. Harry peered over her shoulder.
"It says Dear Ron in some fancy penmanship," He muttered. Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron. "Do you know anybody who likes sending packages to people with mysterious writings?"
Ron snorted. "Very mysterious," He said, and began wiping the porridge off his shirt with his napkin. "Harry, can I bother yours?"
Harry handed his friend his napkin. "Keep it, it's yours," He said the minute Ron began to laden his napkin with the thick morning concoction. Ron did not seem to hear, he was trying his best to get enough porridge off so that it wasn't so extremely visible, since he certainly did not feel like going all the way back up to Gryffindor Tower and change.
"Ron, this is Malfoy's handwriting," Hermione suddenly said. Ron, who had just taken a sip of his morning pumpkin juice, spit it out all over Harry's front.
"Ron!"
"Sorry," Ron said hoarsely. Harry shot him a look and left the great hall to change. Ron turned towards Hermione. "Why would Malfoy send me something?"
"Well," Hermione said thoughtfully, "Your birthday is coming, it's next week. Maybe…?"
Ron snickered. "That's right, the spoiled little nutter would definitely give something to me for my birthday. Seriously Hermione, why would he send me this? You don't think it's some sort of Death-Eater-father thing or something?"
"I really can't think of a logical explanation to this, but I don't think it has to do with Volde—fine! You-Know-Who, honestly Ron, anyway it doesn't have anything to do with him, I'm quite sure," Hermione frowned contemplatively. "Maybe someone forged his signature?"
"That's ridiculous," Ron said, taking the package from Hermione's hands and turning it as to examine all of the surface area. A slight hopefulness inside of him almost wished that he could get a gift from the blonde Slytherin. He looked closely at the words, Dear Ron. Maybe they could stop their fighting, finally, and Ron could continue his life without being embarrassed and humiliated by Malfoy practically every single day. "I'm opening it."
"Ron, wait no! I just thought perhaps—"
But Ron had already torn the paper off and let out a shout as the box began smoking. "It's hot!"
"There are such things as howler boxes!" Hermione said, horrified. "You buy them from the joke store, they become activated when you take the paper off! Ron, do something!"
But Ron was staring speechlessly and slack-jawed at the red box which had becoming vibrating slightly with heat. The smoke began to increase, and then—
"STEP RIGHT UP FELLOWS, STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE AMAZING WEASEL OF THE GRYFFINDORKS! HE CAN DO TRICKS, HE CAN PLAY GAMES, WELL, HE'D DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING FOR A BIT OF MONEY. TAKES AFTER HIS FATHER YOU KNOW, WHAT A GOOD LAD! OH, AND HE CAN CHANGE COLORS, HE'S TURNING RED BEFORE OUT EYES, LOOK AT HIM GO!"
It was true. Ron was turning bright red with raging anger and embarrassment. All he could see was the taunting red box before him, all he could hear was Malfoy's voice booming and bouncing off the walls, reaching the ears of every single person in the great hall.
When the circus-like act turned into a chant of "Weasley is our King", Ron marched from the table and ran out of the Great Hall with everyone chortling and giggling. There was an especially loud roar of laughter from the Slytherin end when Ron tripped over his own feed in an attempt to get out as quickly as possibly. He heard Malfoy call out to him, but he ignored him and kept running. Furiously, he stomped his way over to the nearest boy's bathroom and punched a mirror. His knuckles began bleeding, but he did not care. He could heal them with his wand, but right now he felt too numb to do so.
He had foolishly wished that he and Malfoy could stop fighting. But that was not possible, Weasley vs. Malfoy was a longtime blood rival and had gotten into their heads nearly five years ago. Ron sighed long and hard and allowed himself to collapse on the tiled floor.
They would forever hate each other. It couldn't be stopped.
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A/N – Thanks to all those who reviewed, and special thanks for Squibakou for giving me the birthday present idea. I'll love you forever girl, and may our forum threads forever continue in off-topic discussions. And hoo boy, Gackt is hot. I'll finish watching the vampire movie tomorrow and we can talk about it.
A message for all of you guys, I will be doing requests for drabbles. Spring break is ending soon, and I want to squeeze two more chapters out. n-n