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Draco – Never hit a Malfoy
Draco sneered as Madam Pomfrey stormed out shouting about that stupid Squib and his filthy cat. Draco lent smugly against the wall, looking idly at his nails for something to do. He heard Ron's small sigh and felt a shiver run through his body, looking up he found the utterly infatuating sight of Ron staring bemusedly at his feet. He was going to have him. Draco had lusted after that god like red head for far to long to let such an opportunity go. Draco thought back to the first time he'd realised he had to have Weasley. It was third year; the sight of Ron writhing in pain as Madam Pomfrey fixed his bitten leg had sent waves of pleasure through Draco that he'd never thought he could feel. He would be the one making Ron writhe, he Draco Malfoy would be the one causing him to gasp and moan in ecstasy
He walked quietly over, his eyes never leaving Ron's perfect face, which still stared unknowingly at the floor. Draco stopped inches from Ron, his soft breath ruffling those gorgeous strands of brilliant red hair. Ron's wide blue eyes raised to meet Draco's, so filled with confusion and… excitement?
"W-what the fuck do you want, M-Malfoy?"
Draco pounced.
The feeling of those perfectly shaped lips pressed clumsily to his own at he bit and sucked and grabbed at any part of the beautiful red head he could was almost to much for Draco. His body was being pulled forward as the two boys fell onto the bed. Draco, not missing the chance, straddled his Weasley and began exploring the body he'd longed for, for so long. He felt the erection in his pants ache in impatience. He was going to fuck Weasley beyond the point of repair. Nothing would stop him.
His skilled fingers began sliding up Ron's leg, stroking here caressing there, as his mouth made busy work of that beautifully structured neck of his. He longed to find out if those trademark freckles were on more than just his face. "Nnnh…" Draco restrained himself from moaning in pleasure back at the orgasmic sound of Ron's pleasure. "Fuck!" Draco tensed slightly at the sound of another's presence in the room. Ron sat up, forcing Draco to release his beautiful skin and look up in fury. Ron sat with a dear in headlights look on his oh so appealing features. Draco would have him. "Get off!" Ron attempted to throw Draco off, not realising all his "bucking" efforts were merely making the Slytherin even more excited.
Draco was not going to set some ignorant fucker stop him from getting his perfect hands on his Weasley. "No!" Draco was not about to lose his chance. "No one is interfering!" he snarled pushing the larger boy down. Ron flailed his body under the blonde and pleaded "Draco! Gerroff!" Draco stopped, staring down at Weasley in amazement. How could anything sound so right? The very sound of his name being called by this gorgeous fiery-headed Gryffindore was almost more than he could stand, nothing had ever been so right. It was almost as if his very name were given to him just to hear it come out of this gods lips at this very moment. He couldn't talk, not without showing to Weasley just how much it had affected him, and instead used that Malfoy skill to arrange his face into one of disgust and hiss harshly at him before righting himself and climbing off the bed.
Draco felt an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach as he watched Weasley's face crumple in hurt and for a second, just a second, almost felt like comforting him. Draco snarled inwardly at himself. Malfoy's did not feel guilt, nor did they comfort people. No matter how much he craved Weasley he did not care for him. All Draco was interested in was sex. Yes, it's not like he liked the pathetic Weasel in his too-small robes that showed that perfect body, or the almost cute expression on his face when he was confused. No. Draco Malfoy did not like people, he used them.
Strutting towards the drawn curtain, he pulled it back to see who had dared to interfere. Draco could not help the wide smirk from spreading across his face as he saw just who had caught them red handed. Draco almost laughed as he realised just how well "red handed" fitted what had almost happened. Draco watched as Potter's face went from one of shock to one of utter horror, and Draco felt Weasley's mortified presence behind him. "What do you want Potter?" Draco sneered, he must try not to enjoy this too much. Oh fuck it, he deserved a bit of fun too.
"Malfoy…" Draco turned around to look at his Weasel. How dare he! Did that little rodent think that just because Draco had given him the great pleasure of touching him that he now exerted some power over him?! Still. He thought, he wasn't through with Weasley yet so for now at least he'd "play nice". He turned his piercing gaze back to Potter waiting for his reaction. He could almost imagine the sheepish look Ron was giving him now. Draco watched in mild amusement as realisation dawned on Potter's face. He saw fear, confusion, disgust, anger and what was that? Jealousy? "You… you bastard!" Potter screamed before lunging at Draco.
In his surprise Draco didn't have time to defend himself and soon found his whole body pressed against the wall, Potter's arm across his throat and his other hand holding a wand to Draco's face. How fucking dare he touch a Malfoy, who did this filthy muggle-lover think he was?! Draco snarled angrily, fighting against the arm restricting his air supply. "." he hissed through gritted teeth. Harry's arm was shaking, his face pale. He moved back, allowing Draco to right himself before reaching for his own wand. "Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore's booming voice nearly made Draco drop his wand. That stupid prat Dumbledore, what the fuck was with that stupid smile of his? Great, Draco sneered thinking of how Dumbledore would simper over his favourite pet Potter before blaming him.
"Mr. Malfoy I wondered if I might have a word?" Draco looked up to meet the shinning eyes of his headmaster. What was with those weird twinkly eyes? Draco sneered and began to follow Dumbledore who had already begun waling briskly out of the room. Draco cast a harsh look back "We're not done Potter" he spat. Then turning his gaze to Weasley he said in an undeniably alluring tone "And neither are we" a smug grin replacing his sneer as the Weasels face flushed a deep crimson.
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"Malfoy, wait!" Weasley cried running after Draco who was making his walk across the school grounds. "Fuck off!" Draco continued to walk, that bastard. That absolute bastard, he hated him. Fucking Lucius. Weasley caught up with Draco, grabbing his wrist and pulling him round to press their bodies together. He began clumsily kissing the falling tears, no not tears. Malfoy's don't fucking cry. Weasley crushed his inexperienced lips to Draco's own shivering ones. He wrapped his broad arms around Draco's figure. "It's ok," he mumbled through his own tears, "It's ok, its ok" again and again softly into Draco's ear. "Fucking Weasel" Draco mumbled into the taller boys shoulder. "It's ok…"
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Harry – To be continued
Standing silently by his window, the boy who lived watched with a sinking heart as the weasel fell for the ferret.