Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling nor am I part of the wonderfully talented Mangaka quartet known as CLAMP.

Title: Sakura

Pairing: RWxDM

Warnings: Slash so if two boys snogging bother you I suggest that you don't read this. And believe me there will be snogging^^ Maybe some molestation but we all know Ron likes it.

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 2

 

“Oi, Ron…RON!”

Ron snapped back to reality. He pulled his eyes from his eggs and focused them on the source of the intrusion, his best mate Harry Potter.

“What?” he asked, stifling a yawn.

“Haven't you've been listening to anything we've been saying,” Hermione said exasperated.

No he hadn't. “Course I have,” he said rubbing his eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that they were quite bloodshot right now.

Hermione let out a heavy sigh. He could tell she was getting annoyed. “No you haven't,” she continued angrily. “You know if you could just hold your temper you would've had plenty of sleep last night.”

The thing is she had no idea how much he was regretting punching Malfoy in the face now. He was even starting to think that he would have been better if it had been Snape who walked around that corner after all. After dwelling on Malfoy's disgusting behavior all night he even thought that that Umbridge woman probably would have been better.

“Is she really making the two of you polish all those suits of armor every night until you're finished?” Harry asked leaning over Hermione.

Ron let out a small groan and put his head down on the table, pushing his plate aside. Just thinking about another night with Malfoy alone made him feel sick to his stomach.

“What's up?” Hermione asked, a little more gently this time. Good ol' Hermione. You can always count on her to notice when something's wrong.

“Nothing,” he lied not even bothering to lift his head. He wasn't to sure if he should tell his friends what happened. He didn't know what they would say. He didn't know what they would think. He knew how he'd react if it were somebody else and he didn't think that he could handle that sort of embarrassment or rejection.

“Ron?”

“I-said-nothing's-wrong-alright?” he said aggravated. “Just drop it.” He lifted his head to look at them and saw out of the corner of his eye Malfoy, his pale blond hair unmistakable. Color drained from his face and his stomach began to perform cartwheels. He broke out into a cold sweat and for a split second he thought for sure that he was going to pass out. He couldn't stop his head from turning to look at him and had to fight down the urge to punch himself in the face as his and Malfoy's eyes met. Upon realizing Ron, Malfoy shot him a grin and raised one of his thin eyebrows.

“What the hell does he think he's smiling about?” Harry asked. Both he and Hermione were paying to much attention to the prat to notice Ron's loss of color. Feeling like he was going to be sick at any moment Ron stood up, pulling Harry and Hermione's attention back towards him.

“I-I'm not feeling very well,” he said, swallowing hard and wiping his forehead on his sleeve. “I think I'm goin' to head up to the Hospital Wing. Could you tell Professor Flitwick for me?” Without waiting for his friends to answer him he started for the doors.

Once through them he broke into a run up the marble staircase and into the first bathroom he could find, ignoring all the strange looks passing students gave him. As soon as he entered he threw down his book bag, wrenched open the nearest stall and threw his face into the toilet were he proceeded to puke up all the contents in his stomach, thankful that the bathroom was empty. After he was able to convince his stomach that it was now empty he stood up and walked across the room to the sinks. Turning on a faucet he put his head under the cold running water.

The sound of the door opening and closing brought him back to his senses and he lifted his head, his red hair plastered to his forehead, and looked in the mirror. He was met with cold gray eyes filled with silent mocking laughter. He saw Malfoy take out his wand and point it at the door, followed by the clicking sound of the lock.

Too late Ron realized that his wand was in his bag that was still on the floor now near Malfoy's feet. Malfoy apparently realized this cause he pushed it to the side with his foot making sure that he was between Ron and his wand, his own focused on the redhead.

“What's the face for Weasley?” Malfoy said in his usual drawl, “You act as though I'm going to hurt you.” He let out a small laugh. Ron felt heat returning to his face, his ears turning red.

“What do you want Malfoy?” he said turning around, trying to sound dangerous.

“I thought it would be quite obvious,” he answered, his voice holding a very patronizing tone. Ron's stomach did a flip flop and his heart caught in his throat, as Malfoy took a few steps towards him, wand still raised.

“W-well it's not,” Ron choked. His heart was pounding so fast he thought it was going to explode. Malfoy took a stepped closer and Ron, feeling a small bit of panic, stepped back until his backside hit the sink.

“You can not honestly be so stupid?” Malfoy said with a hint of irritation now. He closed the distance between them, pressing his body against Ron's. Ron's breath caught in his chest as Malfoy, standing on his toes, pressed his lips against Ron's ear and whispered, “I wanted to continue where we left off last night.”

He gently took Ron's earlobe between his teeth, grabbing Ron's hands so that he couldn't push him away this time, and ran his tongue over the tender skin. Ron fought slightly but Malfoy held tightly, surprising Ron with his strength. Malfoy pressed his lips to the skin beneath his ear, nipping at it lightly, and continued with small kisses down his jaw and cheek bones until he found Ron's lips and began devouring them. Ron was stunned, unsure if it was from the kiss' intensity or just from the fact that yet again Malfoy was kissing him. Ron tried desperately to clamp his mouth shut, but failed miserably as Malfoy forced his tongue past his lips. Malfoy started biting Ron's bottom lip and Ron let out a small moan, much to his own horror. Malfoy took advantage of this small weakness and forced his tongue the rest of the way into Ron's mouth.

Once again Ron's brain froze. He wanted it to send a signal to his jaw to clamp down onto Malfoy's tongue but it didn't seem to be responding. He stood there in a daze as Malfoy moved closer, pushing him into more of a sitting position onto the sink. Malfoy slipped himself between Ron's legs, running his hands up and down Ron's thighs. Ron's mind jolted awake as he realized that his hands were now free but it was all he could do to grasp the edge of the sink, trying to keep himself upright. His knees suddenly felt like they were about to give out on him.

Malfoy wrapped his arms around Ron's body, burying his fingers into Ron's hair making the kiss deeper, the other pressed into the small of his back. He moved his lips down Ron's neck, running his teeth over his adam's apple, smiling at Ron's quick intake of breath. Ron bit his tongue trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape as he felt his nether regions responding to Malfoy's ministrations.

The bell indicating the end of breakfast sounded in the hallway. Malfoy pulled away slightly very reluctantly and looked at Ron whose eyes were squeezed shut and breathing heavily.

He kissed Ron's chin and said, “You'd better get to the hospital wing before you get in trouble for lying.” He pulled away from Ron and walked across the bathroom. He unlocked the door and, without looking back at Ron, left.