Hey people!! Sorry if I took forever, I'm tryign to update quickly. So third chapter is up! I really hope you like it, this is the stage were the relationship really starts to develop, and if you'll bear with me the fourth chapter is going to be the most interesting yet! Thanks to everyone who's been following my story it's muchly appreciated! Right, go rea dit then and please review if you have time! Lovelove~
Ron – I'm not going to dance with you
Ron opened the door to the hospital wing glumly. Bloody Malfoy playing mind games with him. He thought over what had happened that morning again, he'd played it over so many times in his mind that he knew the whole scene by heart. He felt his face redden as he relived the moment where Draco's body had been pressed onto his own. Specifically when a certain part of Draco's anatomy had been pressed onto his own. Ron shuddered and he tried to shake the memory from his mind. Fucking ferret making him think he was gay or something. As if. I mean, he'd obviously noticed that Malfoy was, although an arrogant, ferrety prat, pretty good looking but that was just an observation!
Anyone could see why those intense grey eyes, his almost feminine features, yet muscular body could be found appealing. But just because he'd noticed it didn't mean he liked Malfoy. I mean it wasn't as if he had ever thought of Malfoy in that way, of course not. Ron's brow furrowed in confusion. He looked up to find the hospital wing empty, and sat heavily on one of the bed, staring down at the floor. Fucking Malfoy. Right, he'd just avoid him. He'd make sure there was never another situation were he and Malfoy were alone. Easy, right?
"Now really Mr. Malfoy, you don't believe I intend to let you spend all lesson here do you?" Ron's heard jerked up at the sound of Madam Pomfrey's voice.
Draco Malfoy's sneer came soon after, "Actually yes, that's exactly what I expect. Wouldn't want old Dumbly' thinking you were neglecting his students, now would we?" Ron stiffened at the sound of his voice, he could almost see Malfoy's smug grin at Madam Pomfrey's infuriated expression. "For goodness' sake M- Oh. Ronald, what on earth are you doing here?" Ron felt the colour drain from his body as Madam Pomfrey and Malfoy entered the room. He stood quickly. "Leaving" He mumbled as he tried to hurriedly exit the room.
"Hold on a second! You look pale as a ghost, wait just a moment I have some Oxy-Oil that'll perk you up a bit!" She busied herself in her cupboard, whilst Draco strolled casually over to Ron, eyes gleaming. Ron shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot as Malfoy stopped right in front of him, holding his intense stare, forcing Ron to unwillingly meet his eyes. "What do you want Malfoy?" He glared as angrily as he could, but it only seemed to amuse the blonde boy. "My, my Weasley, not looking too good are you?" Malfoy's grin spread widely over his face for a second, before falling back into his usual smirk.
Smug prick.
Ron felt the prickly heat of his anger spread slowly to his face and drew himself up to his full height, towering dangerously over the blonde boy. "Shut. Your. Mouth" Ron hissed through gritted teeth.
"Oh dear!" Both boys looked up in shock at Madam Pomfrey. "I can't find it, if that Filch has had it for his blooming cat again I'll lock him in the dungeon from his toes!" with that she stormed out of the hospital wing, and could be heard mumbling other such threats about 'that Filch' as she bustled down the corridor.
Ron watched her go, a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Somehow, just moment after swearing to avoid him, he'd found himself alone with Malfoy. He turned slowly to face him. The blond boy was leaning casually on the wall, examining the nails on his left hand; Ron's anger had faded and left him completely vulnerable. Ron stared at his feet as though something very interesting had been written on them. He heard Draco move but paid no attention to it, only looking up; very slowly, when he felt something ruffle his hair.
Draco was inches from Ron, his sparkling grey eyes more serious than Ron had ever seen them. God, how had he never noticed them before? They were so… deep. Ron felt the blush on his face as he stuttered "w-what the fuck do you want, M-Malfoy?" but without warning the blonde boy crushed himself onto the taller boy, his mouth locked onto Ron's without an intention of letting go. Ron stumbled backwards blindly; eyes squeezed shut as his hands forcefully made their way into Draco's hair. The back of his legs hid a bed, and he allowed himself to sag down onto it, pulling the smaller boy down with him.
Ron's tongue poked curiously and furiously around Malfoy's mouth, determined not to lose the struggle for power as the blonde straddled him, pulling his mouth away to lave and nip at the red head's ear. Draco's hand pushed up Ron's top, tracing idly on his stomach, nails digging in slightly. Ron's body arched at the foreign feel of another's hands on his body.
Draco's tongue and teeth explored Ron's jaw, moving slowly into the hollow of his neck. Ron tugged at Draco's hair, making the blonde smirk into his neck as his tongue laved at the tensed freckled skin he'd longed for so long to touch. He decided he was going to have Weasley right here right now no matter what. He bit down on the skin, almost as if to confirm it. "Nnnh…" Rom bit down on his lips as Draco's hand ran down his inner thigh slowly.
His mind was blank. Right now he could care less the Slytherin prince was straddling him, that he was moaning in pleasure as he touched him, and at that moment all he wanted was to somehow find a way to have his body closer to Malfoy's. Bang. "Fuck!" Ron sat up suddenly, causing Malfoy to sit up too. Shit. He was fucked. Totally, completely fucked. How could he let the stupid ferret seduce him??. "Get off!" Rom whispered urgently. Trying to buck the other boy off him. "No!" Draco hissed, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down. "No one is interfering!" "Draco! Gerroff!" Ron gushed in desperation. Draco froze. Anger filled his eyes. "." he hissed harshly.
Ron's face looked up at him, hurt in his soft blue eyes. Draco climbed off him, fixing himself before pulling the curtain back as Ron scrambled to get off the bed. Shit. Harry stood, jaw open gawping as Draco, shortly followed by a very flushed Ron walked into the room. "What do you want Potter?" Draco spat, sneering cruelly. "Malfoy…" Ron muttered embarrassedly. Draco looked at him intently, then sighed in a frustrated way. Harry's fist clenched tightly as he watched the two boys. Ron now looking sheepishly at the floor in that adorable way he did, and Malfoy looking smugly at Harry. Ron looked up, his blue eyes boring deeply into Harry; a mixed look of devastation and relief.
Harry thought about what he'd heard. Thought about Draco's hands on Ron's body. His lips pressed against his best friends. Thought about Ron kissing him back. "You… you bastard!" Harry flew at Draco.