DPOV Flashback
Draco gasped as his back collided with the hard shelves of the broom closet. It hurt but he didn't have long to dwell on the thought before a hot mouth covered his own. Draco smirked against the lips. Potter kissed like he was hungry, starving for it. He devoured. It felt incredible.
A tongue raked across his lips, not asking, but demanding entrance. Draco responded, opening his mouth and tangling Potter's tongue with his own. The two battled for dominance. Each one pushing against the other ordering they submit.
As Potter deepened the kiss he stepped closer, pushing his body into Draco's and bucking his hips. Draco arched his back in part to be even closer but also to ease the pressure of his back on the sharp edges of the shelves. The friction of his jeans and the pressure of Potter's crotch were absolutely delicious.
Chills ran up his spine as the warm heat pooling in his lower stomach grew. He moaned as Potter's hands trailed down his body and into his robes. He wanted more. His hands came up to tangle in Potter's hair. Pulling him into the kiss with everything he had.
Potter pulled harshly at his belt and unfastened his pants. He certainly wasn't one to waste time on sweet nothings. Eager Draco helped him by unfastening his own robes and pulling them off. He smirked as Potter's hands slid down into the back of his pants cupping his arse. This was his chance to change the footing. If Potter thought that was what was going to happen he was mistaken. Draco was always up for a bit of fun. He liked having sex. It felt good. He also liked to be in control and being forcefully shoved into a broom closet when he was on his way to Charms was not what he called control.
Reaching behind him he withdrew Potter's hands and broke their kiss, "Ah ah ah Potter, that's not exactly what I had in mind. " He smirked. "Wha" was all he allowed Potter to get out before he crashed their mouths together. Sliding his hands up Potter's body to his face and into his hair he pulled away and smirked once more. He ran his thumb over Potter's swollen lips then slowly he began to push against his shoulder, pushing Potter down to his knees. A look of amused recognition spread across Potter's face as he complied reaching up to free Malfoy's aching member from its confines.
Once on his knees he wasted no time. Draco threw his head back at the sensation of Potter practically swallowing him whole. It was incredible. Tight wet heat engulfed him and he shuddered. He clutched his hands in Potter's hair for balance.
Draco panted. It felt so good. He felt so fucking good, "Fuck Potter" he hissed looking down. Potter's black hair stuck out at every angle between his fingers. Don't stop, don't fucking stop please don't stop. Draco thought unable to say it out loud. He would not beg, he would not beg, this time he would not beg if it killed him. He wanted to be in control this time. He would stay in charge. Potter always had a strange way of turning the tables on him. Not this time. His eyes wandered further wanting to watch Potter's mouth engulf his prick when suddenly they were met by bright green.
Potter's glasses were askew, slightly off one ear and as he looked up at Draco he smirked around his dick, his tongue darting out to lick the underside. Draco could just make out the tip of his tongue on one side then the next. He shuddered again. Merlin he's so fucking hot. Who knew the boy-who-lived, the bloody golden boy, was such a god in the sac. It was unfortunate though that he had that one little kink. If he didn't Draco was sure they'd be perfection in bed personified.
Then potter sat back releasing him with a pop, Fuck no. Not now. Not this time damn-it! "You like that, Malfoy?" he asked from his knees smirking up at the panting teen. His hands trailing up and down Draco's exposed thigh, getting a little higher with each caress until his fingers were just grazing Draco's balls. Draco tried to keep his face blank. He leaned hard against the shelf he was propped up against desperate attempt to remain standing, his chest heaved, his cock pulsed, why does he do this shit every time? He thought. He felt like he was going to explode. He'd fucking stopped again.
"y-yeah" He huffed.
"You don't want me to stop do you?" Potter asked his face a mask of innocence.
Draco clenched his jaw and looked away, "No."
"No what?" Draco glared at Potter.
"Fuck off Pot-head." Draco said trying to regain balance on his shaking legs. His dick was still rock hard but he didn't care. Making to pull himself together he was stopped by Potter's hand wrapping around him. Draco hissed in pleasure.
"Come on Malfoy." He said softly. Draco looked down. This was the part he didn't like. It had been happening more often. Harry would get this look in his eyes. This smirk on his face and he'd hold Draco hostage, waiting for pleasure till he said exactly what Potter wanted to hear. In theory it sounded wonderful, in practice Draco had found he didn't like Potter's style all that much. If only he could resist it.
"All you have to do is beg me and I'll give you what you want." Draco's mind reeled trying to fight its way through the lust filled fog to say something witty, something nasty, to save his bloody dignity. He failed.
"Please," He said through gritted teeth looking away once more. Brilliant. Potter's smirk grew.
"Please what?" he asked. Potter nuzzling his dick made Draco look down. Draco gulped, shaking.
"Please keep going." Potter was now grinning from ear to ear he positioned himself right at the head of Draco's practically purple member.
"Please keep going, what?" He whispered, his lips brushing the tip of Draco's cock as he spoke. His evil grin never faltering. Draco closed his eyes stealing himself. Sometimes he honestly wasn't sure why he kept doing this. "Please keep going, Master."
Perhaps "friends" had been a bit ambitious. It wasn't that Ron didn't want to try. In fact he desperately wanted them to be able to pull it off. The gravity of their entwined destinies still weighed on him. He didn't want to spend the rest of his days fighting the way they did in school. He felt far too old to do that now.
However, listening to Malfoy complain for the tenth time about his room in the past two days had Ron reconsidering his choice to be civil.
"There's nothing wrong with your room Malfoy." Ron sighed from his position in the armchair next to the fire. He was currently skimming the month's sales report for the shop. He handled all the paper work for George now. Eventually he'd back off but for the time being George could only handle inventing new wheezes. He wasn't ready to become the sole head of the shop. Determined to maintain a mature attitude he kept his eyes on what he was doing. Maybe if he acted disinterested Malfoy would loose interest too.
"Perhaps to someone like you, of such meager tastes, it appears to be perfectly suitable. I however, have a much grander sensibility. I do not see why the room can not be made to fit my tastes." He said with a huff. "You said that if there was anything I needed to simply ask. Well I'm asking."
"More like demanding."
Ron looked up at Malfoy. He was seated on Ron's decrepit couch. He sat so straight Ron couldn't even imagine how he managed it. The couch was practically falling apart but it was extremely comfortable and after Hermione had broken his heart he'd spent many a night on it. His attachment to it out weighed any sense of needing to update it.
Draco smirked and shrugged. It was amazing how he managed to make even that gesture elegant. "I admit that I am not accustom to making requests."
"Well, it can not be made to fit your tastes," Ron said adopting Malfoy's aristocratic drawl. "Because this is my house and every room will suit my tastes. I like it. You're only a temporary figure here, remember?"
Malfoy picked absently at the fraying seams of the couch his gaze on the fire. He was silent for long enough that Ron thought, with a feeling a triumph that was easy.
Suddenly Malfoy made a very undignified sort of noise. With his lips pursed and teeth together he sucked in air in three short squelching sucks.
"So what happened with Granger? And Potter for that matter? I thought you'd have fire called them in a panic by now." He asked in a passive tone as if he didn't really care. Ron was sure he didn't. Malfoy seemed to have relaxed. He had taken to poking at the arm of the couch instead of picking. His legs were now pulled up to his chest and his toes peeked out from under the baggy fabric bunched at his ankles.
For the most part he looked better. Still too thin, Ron found it hard to look at him for long periods of time but he was getting used to seeing a skeleton walking around. They'd learned the hard way he couldn't stomach solid foods but his diet of porridge and soups seemed to be helping. At least his face looked less pointy.
Ron shifted in his seat biding his time. He knew that Draco would ask he just hadn't felt like preparing an answer.. Ron had learned that when it came to lying the best lies held some truth.
"Nothing happened. 'Mione and I broke up shortly after the war and I don't know we all got busy I guess. Harry's married to Ginny now so he's got his own things going on. We grew up. Not that you'd know what that means."
Ron missed the way Malfoy's shoulders tensed when he mentioned Harry and Ginny. He mentally cursed himself he hadn't meant to get testy. It was like a bad habit he just couldn't help being passive aggressive around the git. He hoped Malfoy wouldn't notice.
Malfoy didn't miss it though and sneered at him, "So the mudblood dumped you? Why's that Weaselbee? Couldn't satisfy her where it counted? Or did she finally get tired of spending all her time with an ape that couldn't keep up in even the dullest of conversations? To be honest I can't say I'm surprised I never thought you two would last. As for Potter we all saw that coming didn't we? He was just dying to become one of your flock. The Weaslette was perfect for that wasn't she? The women in your family appear to be genetically bread to turn out loads upon loads of useless unwanted vermin." He hissed. Seething where he sat.
Ron was taken aback. He clenched and unclenched his fists. It had been a long time since anyone had talked to him like that. His reaction time was slow. Perhaps that was a good thing. Back in school he'd have punch Malfoy in the jaw already. He couldn't do that now.
Technically I can do what ever the hell I like with him. Ron quelled the thought.
"It's none of your sodding business Malfoy." He said trying to sound calm and unaffected. "I see them when I see them but work keeps me busy and I hardly know what to tell people about you yet."
Malfoy snorted, "Try the truth. Tell them that you defied all moral misgivings and accepted a slave into your ownership and as a result have joined the small group of inhuman and disgusting wizards known as slave owners. I'm sure mummy and daddy will be very proud"
That cracked Ron's thin reserve. He was on his feet and looming over Malfoy in a few short strides,
"You think you," He shoved a finger into Draco's bony chest, "can school me on what's moral and what isn't? YOU? It's doubtful that anyone would be able to find anyone more immoral than you. You want to judge me? You're the one who believes muggles and muggle-borns don't belong in the wizarding world." Ron saw Malfoy flinch this time but ignored it,
"You're the one who stood behind a lunatic who wanted to annihilate or enslave half of the wizarding population not to mention the entire muggle world. A torturer, a racist, a rapist, a murder! I did what I had to do to save you from a worse fate. So forgive me Malfoy if I don't want to here anything that you've got say ON THE SUBJECT OF MORALITY!" Ron took a deep breath having roared the end of his tirade.
Malfoy stared up at him, his eyes wide. A moment of silence passed between them as a flurry of emotions flickered across Malfoy's grey eyes. Don't say another fucking word. Ron thought. Finally Malfoy reached up and gently moved Ron finger away from his body and spoke,
"Be that as it may, you gave me the room did you not? You said it was mine. Not that it was some guest room I could use for now but my room. If it's my room I should be allowed to do with it what ever I like!" Ron frowned breathing heavily. Moving back to his seat by the fire he took up the reports again. I did give him the room. It's not like anyone else will be using it.
He looked at Malfoy again. He'd adjusted himself and now sat with his arms wrapped around his legs. His chin rested on his knees and his hair fell forward into his eyes. He was looking at the fireplace again. Ron sighed. He felt guilty for yelling at him. Fuck. "Fine Malfoy. We'll see what we can do."
Draco looked happily around his bedroom. The walls were now a nice shade of green and the new bed was covered in black linen. Not silk like he had wanted but Ron had put his foot down. Or at least done what he called "putting my foot down" and purchased regular linen. Draco had fussed and groaned but in fact he was quite pleased they were high thread count Egyptian cotton. Weasley had also purchased him more pillows and another blanket. The furnishings had remained the same but the dark wood didn't bother him. He enjoyed the way it tied into the rest of the house. It was foolish but it made him feel a bit more like this was his home.
Much to his surprise Ron had purchased him clothing of his own as well. A few large packages now lay open on the bed, one for shirts, pants, underwear, and a warm black robe for winter, a lighter one, and a muggle "pea coat". Still too large but Ron had said, "You're not going to stay that tiny. We can adjust them later."
"Oh I'm not?" Draco had asked quirking an eyebrow. Ron made a face of disgust.
"Not if I can help it. You're practically as tall as me Malfoy, it isn't right. You should be at least 7 stones heavier" He said moving to put away the clothing he had purchased.
"That's a bit much," Malfoy mumbled to himself but he felt the corners of his mouth pull up. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had cared about his weight.
"Your old shoes will have to do for now. I didn't know your size and it'd be better if you can pick them out yourself. I'm terrible at shoe adjusting charms. It's not like you're going outside right now anyway."
Draco made his mouth a thin line and looked at the ground. For the most part the last few days hadn't been so bad. They were nothing like the nightmares he'd imagined they'd be. It was strange. They still argued, Ron had a habit of blowing up at random moments but all in all they were getting along. Draco found that he was most confused at times like these. Ron would say or do something that bordered on caring. He didn't know what to do with that. It felt good and that made Draco nervous. Things never went well when he felt good.
Draco inspected the "pea coat". It was black with black buttons. It was soft and he liked the way it looked. Everything Ron had purchased was nice, they weren't as nice as something he'd have chosen but they all met his taste. That meant Ron had tried to pick out things Malfoy would like. He ignored it but the thought stirred something inside him.
"You like that?" He heard Ron ask enthusiastically.
Draco snorted glancing over at him and shrugged, "I suppose it will do."
"I think it's great," Weasley said taking it from him. He examined it; "Apparently they've been popular for a long time with muggles. The double buttons reminded me of that poncy suite you wore to the Quidditch World Cup."
He chuckled. Draco placed his hands on his hips looking affronted, "Poncy suite? That was anything but poncy. It was fashion Weasley though I do not see how I can expect better from you. Do tell me Weaselbee how is it you can afford all this new stuff? The joke shop booming is it?" He asked tossing the coat, gently, to the bed once more.
Weasley shrugged reaching for the pile of shirts, "Yeah I guess," He made his way to the wardrobe, "everyone could use a laugh now a days. We're doing well. Well enough for me to keep you here anyway."
Draco nodded absently fiddling with his bedside table. "You always liked a laugh," he murmured thinking back to their days in Hogwarts. Ron had always been laughing. He laughed the most of three. He had a good laugh.
"Yeah? I suppose I did, do for that matter, who doesn't? Can't say I remember you laughing that much. More like sniggering hunched in the shadows like he-he-he I'm a little evil git" Ron bent forward lifting his arms up in a strange bent way and rubbed his hands together as he let out a ridiculous evil laugh. He couldn't manage it for long before he melted into his own warm one. Draco felt his cheeks redden and tossed a pillow at him. Ron ducked just in time.
"I do not laugh like that."
"What ever you say Malfoy." Ron said holding up his hands.
Draco watched as he returned to putting the clothes away, "You don't have to do that. I can put them away." Ron faked shock dropping the shirt he held to the floor he stumbled backwards a hand on his heart.
"What? Did you? Did I? Did Draco Malfoy just offer to do labor of his own free will?" Draco scoffed bending to pick up the shirt.
"I've done work before. You don't know anything about me Weasel." He folded the shirt and placed it away. Ron leaned against the wardrobe watching as Draco took over his job. Crossing his arms across his chest he said,
"Listen Malfoy about the collar. There are…. More comfortable alternatives but you have to be present for the re-collaring. I can't just bring one home I guess. I don't know the spell. Do you?" Malfoy shock his head. "Right, so bear with it for now okay? Later, when we get your shoes, we'll get something that isn't so…" Ron trailed off.
"Undignified? Unsightly? Undeserving of my incredibly good looks?" Malfoy offered trying to keep the mood light even though the subject was heavy and the collar was in fact an insult to his humanity. Ron's lips twitched. "Yeah sure what you said."
Draco snorted, "Now if you'll excuse me please leave me to myself. I have a many important things to do." Ron chuckled, "What ever you say." As he passed his solid chest brushed against Draco's arm.
Suddenly the room felt much smaller and a tingling sensation shot up his arm. It was strange having any sort of physical contact with Ron that wasn't hostile. Draco tried to ignore how good Ron smelled or his desire to lean into his touch. What the fuck? And since when was he Ron? How long had he been using his first name in his mind? Since they saw one another again? Had he always thought of him as Ron? No. That he knew was not true.
He turning quickly and said "Weasel!" Ron stopped halfway through the door and looked back, "Uh," Draco felt embarrassed as he met Ron's blue eyes. "Er, thanks. For the… you know for it all." He said motioning to the room. To his surprise Ron smiled. Not the small hesitant ones he'd been giving Draco whenever they were on decent terms but a genuinely big smile. He nodded and shut the door behind him.
Draco stood there staring at the door. What was going on? Was he attracted to Weasley after only a couple days together? No, that couldn't be it. He's the first decent man you've been near since prison. Of course you think he's attractive, a hole in a wall is attractive at this point as long as it's kind. Not only that but you haven't had contact with another person in years, not anything nice at least. Draco shook his head and returned to the task of putting away his things.
Hope you guys liked it! Thank you for the reviews! Let me just say this, Draco is not about to Stockholm syndrom/hero complex all over Ron. (i mean at least not in the next chapter... maybe he never will... who knows?) That's not what's happening do not fret. Sorry about the long delay hopefully I can speed it up a bit. Next chapter we shall see some more characters! Que Harry, Hermione, George and possibly Ginny! yay! As always please review! Even if it's to tell me you think it's time I packed up the keyboard and hit the road. I'd love recommendations of any kind! (Like, "stop using so many exclamation points woman!") ALSO this is one of my first real attempts at decent written slash. Thoughts on that scene? good? hot? not hot? fucking awkward? as always I'm left with a feeling like the pace is too fast. Don't know what that is. anyway on to review responses!
DreamsandLove: Haha i'm sure you were right about the tapestry as long as it was along the lines of the beginning of this chapter :)
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talley67: Thanks I pulled out of their heads just a little bit for this chapter but we'll be diving right back in! Thanks for the review!
Miyao: Thank you very much! I will continue!
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Cara The Vivid: Yeah I've read a few like this as well. One of my favorites is a snape/harry story by socksfordobby (I'm pretty sure that's right) have you read that one? if not check it out. It's epic! I hope i can at least twist this a little away from the typical. Thanks for the review!