Title: Pieces Of You

Summary: "You don't have to force me."

Disclaimer: soon I will own the 6th Harry Potter book...I hope! I can't wait!

Draco watched him quietly for what seemed like an eternity but in reality didn't last longer than half a minute. Ron saw his eyes change from confusion, to understanding, to pure lust. He focused his gaze on Draco's lips when the emotion became too overpowering but saw him licking his lips in a very predatory manner. It didn't scare him anymore. When he had refused to let him go only minutes before he had understood something. Everything Draco wanted was either given to him or he had just taken it. Nobody had ever objected. He had never learned that people weren't always going to do his bidding. It wasn't an excuse for the way he had been treated but he understood. And he needed Draco to know that he didn't have to take. He didn't have to force him; he could just accept what was being offered to him.

He needed to be in control. Ron knew that now. His whole life was being determined by his blood, his family. He was forced to be loyal to You-Know-Who. He was never in control. Ron understood.

Draco's hand took a hold of his robes, contemplating whether to pull him close or simply touch. His fingers tugged at the fabric, only to let go and smooth the ripples seconds later. Ron watched him, smiling faintly. He put his own hand on top of Draco's, waiting for him to decide.

Finally lust won from fear. Draco suddenly moved in for a kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around Rons' waist once more. Ron responded by pulling Draco even closer until all that separated them were their robes.

Neither of them had noticed, but Draco's boils and bruises had slowly started to fade. Their magical connection had been restored as soon as their lips had touched and the kiss had been voluntarily on both sides.

Hot hands trailed down Rons' body, feverishly trying to come even closer. Finally they settled on his ass, pulling him so close he could feel just how turned on Draco really was. He was unable to repress a moan. Draco grimaced into the kiss and softly bit Rons' lower lip. Ron responded by pressing himself even harder against Draco. Their tongues duelled slowly but passionately as their hands wandered to map out as much of the others body as they could.

"I...I need..."

Ron gasped.

"You"

Draco answered hoarsely. Ron nodded before reclaiming his lovers' lips.

Both had forgotten completely about their classes. Something about the shower seemed to have stuck in Draco's mind however, because after a few more stolen kisses his stormy grey eyes looked at Rons' and his voice, barely audible, whispered:

"Shower"

"Yes"

Ron breathed. They stumbled into the bathroom, not wasting a second by being apart. Draco began tugging at Rons' robes and Ron quickly helped him discard the redundant clothing. For a second he became very self-conscious about his body but the look of pure desire on Draco's face made him feel a little more at ease.

I want to see you. Feel you. I want to be with you. Yours. Connected. Forever. Take me.

His own thoughts scared him a little. What had happened to the whole I-hate-Draco attitude? It seemed like he'd done a full 180. Still, deep inside he had always known he belonged to Draco. The nasty feeling in his stomach he had felt every time they fought, the pain of disobeying him. The perfectly content feeling he had felt the first time he had been in Draco's arms. All signs.

Rons' hands trembled as he tried to undo the buttons on Draco's robe. Draco growled, pushing his hands away and shredding the robes in one impatient tug. He smirked mischievously before claiming Rons' body once more. Ron moaned as Draco worked his best to create a delicious friction between them. He closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling for a moment. God. That felt so good...so perfect. So damn perfect. He didn't ever want this to stop. He could have stayed like this in the shower forever, without ever being unhappy.

Draco's hand travelled up the wall until it found the tap and turned on the shower. Ron gasped as cold water ran down his chest and snuggled closer to Draco to escape the cold. Draco chuckled and adjusted the temperature slightly before returning to the task at hand. He wanted Ron to know exactly what he made him feel. By the look of it he was succeeding pretty well. Rons' eyes were closed and he leaned into the wall, his knees apparently unable to carry the weight. His chest was heaving and he tried to get as close to Draco as humanly possible without losing his balance.

"Call me Draco"

He whispered hoarsely. He needed to feel close. He needed to be Draco, not just a Malfoy. He needed Ron to want to know him. He had never wanted to escape the Malfoy name more than he did right now.

"Draco"

Ron groaned, pulling Draco towards him once more and trying to claim his lips.

"Say that again"

Draco requested eagerly. It felt so good to hear his name being spoken like that. It was different from the fake moans Pansy used to give. Different from the way anybody else spoke his name. Yes, the way Ron spoke his name seemed to have a hint of adoration in it, but it wasn't the empty adoration other people felt for him.

"Draco"

Ron repeated, sucking on a sensitive spot in Draco's neck before returning to his lips. Draco felt Rons' hands tangle themselves in his hair and he wrapped his own arms around Rons' waist to help him get as close as possible. He felt Rons groin pressing hard into his hips and shifted slightly to increase the friction between them. Ron bit down on his lip, moaning softly and panting slightly. Draco did it again, just to hear that incredibly sexy sound again. And then again, just for the fun of it. Again and again until they were both working furiously towards their release. Draco was the first to explode, biting down hard on Rons' neck to mark him, and to prevent himself from crying out.

It was almost like that was the last push Ron needed because he too came hard, his knees wobbling as he held on to Draco for dear life.

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A/N: There you have it...kinky showersex...or well almost-sex anyway. How was it? Anything I could do to make it better?