"Ron... are you okay?" She asked, cocking her eyebrow. He blinked at her a moment before stuttering a response.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine. Why?" He said hurriedly, bringing the fork to its intended destination. Hermione stared at him a moment longer before shaking her head and returning her attention to the food on her plate. His eyes flickered up at Malfoy for a moment before he shook himself and looked away. I'm not gay, he told himself. No way. I'm just nervous because he's been molesting me. He nodded to himself.
"Ron? You coming?" His head jerked up, to find Harry's emerald eyes looking down at him expectantly. He muttered a 'yes,' and stood up to leave the Great Hall with Harry and Hermione.
"Ron... is something the matter?" Harry asked, trying to make the question sound offhand. Ron blinked at him. He couldn't possibly know. Malfoy had left before Harry could see them. His face felt hot as he remembered Malfoy's knee between his legs, his hand on his neck... "Ron!" He yanked himself out of his reverie."You see what I'm talking about? You've been off in your own world lately."
"I... Sorry. I haven't been getting much sleep lately, so..." Ron made an effort to shrug apologetically. Harry gazed at him, doubt clouding his green eyes.
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Draco watched disinterestedly as the other Slytherins filed out of the common room, chattering to one another on their way to Hogsmeade. He had been waiting for this weekend, but not really because of Hogsmeade. He had been anticipating this because it might give him another chance to catch Ron on his own. With most of the Gryffindor house gone, Draco would be able to make his boldest move yet. True, it was unlikely that Ron would have stayed behind, but it had also been unexpected to find Ron on his own in the locker room after that Quidditch game.
When the voices of the Slytherins had receded down the hallway, Malfoy leapt up from the green couch he had been lounging on, and slid past the portrait that served as the entrance to the Slytherin common room. His footsteps echoed slightly in the empty corridor - even the students who were too young to go to Hogsmeade were gone, taking advantage of the unseasonably good weather they were having.
He just hoped that a certain redhead had elected to stay indoors...
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Ron shuffled hurriedly down the passageway, the eerie silence pressing against his ears and putting him on edge. Around every corner he imagined Draco lurking, waiting for his chance... He had planned to go to Hogsmeade with Harry and Hermione, but upon reaching the wizarding town, he had realized that he had forgotten his money in his dorm. Harry had offered to pay for him, but Ron hated taking favors from the Boy Who Lived. It had taken some self-convincing to make himself come back here alone, but, as he had said to himself, he was not a baby and there was no reason for him to be afraid of going into the castle alone. He would just get his money and go back to Hogsmeade. Nothing would happen.
The fat lady was dozing when Ron approached her. He muttered the password, and the portrait swung open without her acknowledging him. He strode across the common room, not noticing the smoky eyes following his movements. He jogged up the stairs to his dorm, and began rummaging around in his trunk, looking for the bag of money he had been saving. The noise masked the sound of Draco's entrance.
"Fancy meeting you here, Ron," Ron stiffened at the sound of the voice, all too familiar, in his ear. He stumbled backwards, scooting against the wall and staring up at Draco's face with wide, fearful eyes.
"How... How did you get in?" He squeaked, hand clutching the drapes behind his back.
"Oh, I... persuaded a first year to give me the password," Draco said smoothly, gazing down at the cowering boy. "What - do you mean you're not happy to see me?" Ron simply whimpered, shivering as Malfoy came closer. The blonde knelt over him, cupping his chin and lifting his face up. Ron felt tears well in his eyes and a knot form in his throat as Draco's lips met his own, pressing hungrily against his mouth. Draco's tongue again slid into Ron's mouth as he straddled his waist. The Slytherin's erection pressed against his stomach, and Ron couldn't deny that his own desire was building as Draco's hand found its place on his chest. He found himself moaning against the blonde's mouth and arching into the other boy's body, even as scorching tears built in his eyes and crawled down his face.
Malfoy's hand slid inside his robes, gliding down his body to his crotch. His pale hand rubbed against the material of Ron's pants, the fingers of its twin twining into his hair. Ron let Draco shove him to the ground, so that he was staring up at Malfoy, who was suspended above him.
Draco drew back, staring down at the object of his desire and drinking in the innocent stare in his blue eyes, the way his shaggy red hair was fanned around his tear-streaked face. His hands worked at the zipper on Ron's pants as he dipped down to catch Ron's lips in his own. Before Ron could protest, his pants were around his knees and the warmth of Draco's hand was curled around his length. He gasped as the hand squeezed, and his eyes fluttered shut in ecstacy. He forgot who it was above him, what he was allowing to be done to him, and lost himself in the pleasure of the moment.
Before long the hand had persuaded him to come, gasping and moaning Draco's name as he thrusted into the other boy's fist. He collapsed, shuddering under the blonde. Draco broke the kiss that had continued throughout his ministrations. Ron found him sneering cruelly, almost mockingly down at him. Draco brought his hand to Ron's cheek and wiped the sticky seed off on Ron's freckled face, and, without a word, rose and left the dorm.
Ron's body curled into a fetal position on the floor. He felt such overwhelming humiliation and defeat that he couldn't bring himself to move, he just lay on the hard wood floor, choking back the sobs tearing at his throat. After several minutes, he forced himself to stand and walk to the dorm bathroom, wash himself off. How could I let him use me like this? he thought miserably as he scrubbed at his face, trying to erase the dirty feeling he had. How could I let myself believe that I liked Malfoy, even for a second? When he returned to the dorm, he slid into bed, forgetting all about Hogsmeade, just replaying what had happened and drowning himself in shame until he drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Author's Note: 0.0 Ron got raped (sort of)! The first real slash of the story. Well, even though I really don't feel like this is a very good chapter, here it is. Reviews are, as always, loved! It took me a little longer to write this one because I'm writing a different HP fanfic (check it out when I'm done), in case you were wondering.