Title: Pieces Of You
Summary: Draco always gets what he wants. So why should this time be different?
Warning: Strong R-rated, at least in future chapters. Draco/Ron pairing, with Draco dominance.
Disclaimer: I don't own Draco, though I wish I would ;)
Chapter 2:
"Bloody hell"
"Please tell me they're kidding"
Ron and Harry stared at the headmaster. Ofcourse, they knew that some houses didn't get along too great cough slytherin cough but they hadn't expected Professor Dumbledore to take these drastic measures.
"Ow come on"
A female voice interrupted them.
"It can't be that bad. It's only for a few weeks"
They were sitting at the Gryffindor table, all of them clad in their daily robes, and listened to Dumbledore's welcome speech. They had heard, even memorized, most of it, since he gave the almost exact same speech every year. But this time he had started on a different note. It had turned out there had been some problems between houses, and more specifically between Purebloods and muggleborns. So, in the thought of interhouse relationships the teachers had come up with quite a big surprise for their students.
"I wonder who I'll be paired up with"
Harry mused. He looked at the Slytherin table.
"If it had to be anyone I'd take Blaise Zabini...at least he's nice"
Just a few moments before groans had filled the great hall, when Minerva McGonagall announced that all couples would be same gender.
"As long as it isn't Malfoy I'll be happy"
Ron shuddered when he thought about Malfoy. Something about the boy made him want to submit. It was a scary thought, and he hid it behind an air of confidence. When Malfoy made a comment he would always react, ignoring the burning sensation of fear in his stomach.
"I wonder how they're going to this...it must be a very complicated spell"
"How can you be so happy?"
Ron groaned. He loved Hermione dearly, but sometimes she still amazed him. Here they were, just heard that they were bound to one person for the next couple of weeks, and she was bouncing up and down her chair like she was in a amusement park.
While they had been talking the pairing had started, but neither of them really listened.
"Ow come on Ron...this is really interesting! And besides how hard can it...you can't be serious!"
The last comment was added when Hermione heard the person she was paired up with. She went pale and Ron chuckled.
"You were saying?!"
Hermione just hid her face in her hands and groaned.
Ron chuckled again. He knew it was a bit mean of him, but sometimes he loved it when Hermione was put in her place, like she put him in his place so many times. He pitied her for the person she got paired up with though. Pansy Parkinson. It couldn't get much worse than that.
And within seconds, the very unlikely event of things changing for the worse happened.
"Weasley, Ronald – Malfoy, Draco"
Draco grinned but hid it behind his hands. He didn't want anybody to know that secretly he was happy to be stuck with Ron for the next three weeks. Instead he threw a glare at Ron which showed nothing of the lust he had been feeling just before.
Only a few minutes after all the pairings were made known the students were asked to go to the dungeons with Professor Snape. There they would be bound together for the next three weeks. They had to stay within three feet of eachother, hence the same sex pairing, because they would have to sleep in the same bed.
Draco didn't have much time to think about all the possibilities that came with having Ron Weasley in his bed for the next three weeks, as he was summoned forth to Snape.
"Give me your arm"
Snape demanded, and Draco obeyed without a word. He knew better than to argue with his Potions master. Even though he was the Head of Slytherin, nobody really liked him.
When a needle was jabbed into his arm he unvoluntarily jerked. Blood was drained from his arm and Snape added an extra ingedrient. Ron, who sat next to him in silence, got the same treatment.
Snape then handed out the two test-tubes filled with blood and gave them back to Draco and Ron.
"Drink it"
Draco pulled up one eyebrow, but stayed silence. It was Ron who voiced both their concerns.
"I'm not drinking his blood!"
"I still can't believe he pinched my nose and forced me to drink that stuff"
Ron grumbled while following Draco closely.
Draco stayed silent.
"I mean...your blood...gross..."
"Shut up Weasel...I had to do it too...thank god you're not a bloody mudblood"
Ron opened his mouth to say something, then shut it when he felt the familiar pain in his stomach that came with not obeying Malfoy. He cursed his body while still walking a few steps behind Draco, who was on his way to the Slytherin Dungeons.
"Hang on"
Ron started a few minutes later.
"Why are we going to your dormitory?"
"Because unlike you my father has enough money to pay for a bedroom with a double bed for me alone. So unless you want to spend the next three weeks crammed together in a single bed you better shut up and keep walking."
Ron groaned, the only response he was capable of right now. He had always felt the need to listen to Draco's orders, but being so close to him all this time made him feel even worse. He felt powerless, like his knees were shaking and he lost all control over his brain. He was scared. What would Malfoy do, knowing that he had such power over him?
Ron was surprised that he and Draco had actually been getting along for the last few hours. He had never expected Malfoy to be such a hardworking, dedicated student. It reminded him a bit of Hermione, and he could handle that. They worked in silence for the better part of the afternoon, and since they both didn't want Ron to sit with the Slytherins Draco conjured some food which they ate in silence.
Nothing really big happened until later that evening. They had spent most of the evening ignoring eachother, occasionally trading insults, but mostly wrapped up in their own world. It wasn't until eleven o'clock, when Draco decided it was time for bed, that they clashed.
Ron was busy scribbling on his parchment for the Potions essay that was due tomorrow. He still needed 300 more words, and inwardly cursed Snape, when suddenly he was yanked towards the bed. His ink fell all over the parchment, ruining his entire essay. Draco Malfoy, who was the instigator of all this, lied down on his bed grinning.
"You might want to check your motorfunctions Weasley"
"You...you..."
"And your vocabulary"
Instead of answering him Ron just threw him an icy glare and walked back to the couch, which made Draco fall flat on his face on the ground. Trying to save anything from his Potions essay Ron felt that he was being pulled towards the bed again, thanks to the magic connection they now had.
"Can you stop it Malfoy! I need to finish this Potions essay!"
"Finish it tomorrow...I want to sleep"
"And I don't!"
Ron tried to fight his way back to the couch when he was momentarily stupefied.
Draco looked contented. When he had stupefied Ron it had just been to shut him up, but now that he had him on the bed, handcuffed to the bedpost, he was feeling good about himself. Now he would be able to sleep.
He was still straddling Ron who started to wriggle, coming out of his stupefication, onvoluntarily grinding his hips into Malfoys, who held back a groan.
Suddenly that look of lust was back in his eyes again. This looked an awful lot like his fantasy. Here Ron Weasley was. On his bed. Unable to move. When he bent over a little there was a whirl of different emotions in Rons eyes. Need. Lust. Want. Disgust.
It was the disgust that turned Draco on the most. With a throaty moan he attacked Rons lips.
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