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Ron - Tell Me That You Need Me

Ron rubbed his eyes, wondering in anger what noise had woken him up this time. He had a fleeting realization that it might of been Harry having a bad dream and flung his eyes open. "Harry mate are you-" he stared around the unfamiliar room. What the fuck.... Oh right. he had ended up in the room of requirement. With Draco... images flashed through his mind. Draco turned away from him. Their faces inches from each others. Their lips locked together. The feel of Draco's tongue in his mouth. Draco's body on his, Draco's hips thrusting into him. Oh god, had they... I mean, Ron didn't remember anything past that. He didn't feel any different. How could he not even remember there first time together?! He almost wanted to cry out of frustration.

He looked up angrily to see a pair of dark gray eyes staring right back at him. They appeared to be glaring.

Draco was sat on a small couch in front of an even smaller television set. He was wrapped in a dark blue blanket, his knee's brought up the his chest, his hair sticking up at odd angles. Ron nearly laughed out loud. He did not look like Draco today.

The annoyed spark in his eyes was not the least threatening, and merely made Draco look like a moody child who had been scolded. Even as he thought this Ron's eyes explored him. Took in how tight his chest was, pressed beneath the cover. His strangely large arms that seemed to grow as Ron took them in eagerly. The way his face seemed so delicate. So perfect. "Hey" Ron inwardly scolded himself. Hey? What the fucks up with that. I mean after what they did... wasn't something else more appropriate?

Ron imagine calling Draco "honey" or "babe". Oh fuck.

"Fucking hell Weasel!" Draco shouted. "I don't suppose they taught you how to be balanced did they?" Draco sneered at Ron as he picked himself up off the floor. He wasn't sure how he'd managed it, just the mere thought had sent some sort of objective spasm through his body. "Urrm.. so.." Ron struggled with something to say, staring at his feet and willing his face to de-redden. He stared up cautiously, Draco looked away at the same time. Ron thought for a moment he almost saw a flicker of affection in Draco's eyes. But... he must of been wrong. Right? Draco's cold stare pierced Ron's skin, he flinched.

Ron did the only thing he could think of. Taking a hesitant step forwards he stared intently at the beautiful boy before him "Draco" his voice was low, but he saw the blond boys body stiffen.

Licking his dry lips he started again, walking two steps forward this time "Draco I..." Ron felt a million different emotions flush through him, fear, lust, sadness, joy... Love?

He realized in an instant that this was no longer a game, he had feelings for Draco. Real, flesh feelings. Feelings that rocked through his body, screaming at him the same they had the first time he'd set eyes on Draco, the first time they're bodies had touched, the first time they had kissed. And he was sure that up until this point he had, ignored, denied and refused to accept the very truth that had been before his very eyes for these four long years. He loved Draco.

Draco - He's My Everything

Draco stared at Ron, his body felt strange to him, unsteady. Ron stood a foot away from the sofa a determined and terrified look on his face, the echo of voice still ringing in Draco' ears.

To hear his own name coming from those lips was exquisite, Draco had felt a shiver of pleasure run through his body as Ron had spoken it. But now something had changed, there was something else in the room. An emotion Draco was unfamiliar with, it unnerved him. How dare that fucking Weasel make him feel so uncomfortable, he was a fucking Malfoy! Draco stood slowly, letting the blanket fall to the floor, he smirked at the hungry look in Ron's eyes. "Shouldn't you be leaving?" He sneered, walking past the red headed boy without looking at him. He walked over to a large desk in one corner of the room, sitting he opened the cupboard underneath and took out a cauldron and several ingredients. That fucking Dumbledore had insisted he not fall behind with his schoolwork. Draco picked the cauldron up and walked over to a small stove, and placing the cauldron atop it muttered a few words to himself, watching as a small flame produced from the end of his wand and lit the stove. Using his wand again, he filled the cauldron with water and watched for a moment as bubbles began appearing, adjusting the flame slightly he walked back to his desk.

He was very aware of Ron's presence behind him as he was cutting his ingredients, more aware than perhaps he should be. Fucking Weasel. Draco bent and took his potions book from the cupboard and flipped it over until he found the right page, studying it for a moment he picked up a small purple looking bulb and crushed it in his palm, carrying it carefully to the cauldron and squeezing the juice into the boiling water. Discarding the rest of the bulb into a small waste basket, he turned slowly to face the Weasel. Draco made his tone monotone. He spoke as though very bored, good. Malfoy's had always been able to manipulate their bodies to give the impression of not caring, Draco rarely lost focus. He placed one hand on his hip and stared at the side of the room, ignoring the waves of emotion rolling off Ron. "Yes?" He voice droned. Perfect. He moved his eyes slowly to look at Ron, keeping his head turned to the left, Draco awaited a reply and when none was given merely raised his eyebrows.

Sighing as though bored of this game Draco turned to go check on his cauldron. Stopping in front of it he said, without looking back, "Well?"

Ron stood, staring at his feet, he could feel himself growing redder. He had been so stupid, here he was; about to tell Malfoy he loved him, when the blonde prick obviously didn't give a fuck. Ron's anger was fueled by embarrassment. "What am I to you, a fucking joke?!" Ron's sudden outburst startled Draco, but he kept his calm, turning with a questioning look at the angry red head. Ron's fists were clenched by his sides, he stood shaking, angry eyes locked on suddenly he charged.

Draco's mind went blank, was the ginger cunt going to punch him? Ron seized Draco by the shoulders and rammed their mouths together, his tongue angrily demanded access to Draco's mouth, and Draco accepted.

Ron let go, breathing hard. "I'll show you what I'm worth" with his words lingering in the room he ran out of the door.

Draco sat down slowly, and crossed his legs. "Well Weasley, lets see what you're made of" He smirked as outside the window, day turned to dusk.