Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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: Lemony Slash, more molestation but again Ron knows he likes it.

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 4

 

“I think tomorrow you should go see Hagrid and apologize,” Hermione said. Ron didn't respond. He dipped his quill into his inkbottle and continued to copy Hermione's Charms notes. She kept going though, just as she had been since she and Harry woke him up after supper, still sleeping in the chair.

“Honestly Ron. How could you possibly sleep through two lessons?”

“Lay off Hermione,” Harry cut in. “You know Ron was tired today.”

“But that's no excuse,” she said angrily. “He would never have gotten that detention if he had just held his temper.”

“You seem to forget that Malfoy was insulting you,” Harry said.

“Again that's no excuse,” she repeated. Turning to Ron she continued, “Ron, Hagrid was very upset that you missed his lesson today. It was his first since he got back from his mission and that horrible Umbridge woman was there doing one of her god awful inspections.”

Ron threw his quill down, splattering ink over his notes, and stood up. His brain couldn't handle even something as simple as copying notes. Not with Hermione nagging him like that and the fact that sleep had failed to erase that morning's events from his mind didn't help any either. As if to add to his discomfort his stomach began to rumble reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything since that morning, and even that didn't count since he had thrown it all up anyway.

“I'm going to go lay down for a bit,” he announced and walked through the common room and up the stairs to the dormitories. He threw himself onto his bed, not very surprised to see Harry walk in after him.

“Is everything all right Ron?”

No, everything was not all right. “Everything's fine.”

“Ron, you know if-”

“I said I'm fine!” Ron yelled, turning so that his back was facing Harry. His face felt like it was on fire and his eyes began to sting again. Somewhere in his mind, Ron was kicking himself for being such an asshole to his friends but he kept telling himself that they didn't understand what he was going through. He knew that if he'd just tell them they might be able to help him but he was still too ashamed and afraid to.

Harry didn't say anything further. He stood there for a while, probably glaring at Ron's back. Ron heard him walk through the door and back down the stairs, once again leaving him in blissful solitude.

He looked at his watch. It was seven-forty. He stood up and opened the trunk at the end of his bed. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He didn't feel like getting his school robes dirty. He quickly changed, not really caring if he got in trouble for breaking the dress code, stuffed his wand in his back pocket and headed down stairs.

He ignored Harry, Hermione and all of the other students looking at him like he was a freak and exited the common room through the portrait hole. If he was lucky Professor McGonagall would let him start his detention early so he could get as much of it done as possible and leave early.

When she opened the door of her office she eyed his choice of attire but seemed to catch the idea of it as she gave him his supplies for the night and told him that he knew where to go. He got to the armor gallery, took one of the suits apart, sat down and started polishing. He was just starting on his third suit when Malfoy entered the room. Double-checking that his wand was within reach next to him he continued with polishing, trying not to look at the twit.

Malfoy went to work, staying unusually quiet. Ron dared a glance at him. Malfoy looked like he was in deep thought. He almost looked, Ron thought, like he was confused about something. Malfoy also looked like he was trying hard not to look at Ron. Malfoy must have caught him staring at him out of the corner of his eye though because he turned his head and his eyes met with Ron's.

Images of last night and this morning flashed through Ron's mind and he looked away, his face burning red again. There was no smart ass comment from Malfoy though like he thought there would be. Ignoring this oddity he resumed polishing the suit of armor, hearing Malfoy do the same.

They continued like that for the rest of the detention. They must have gotten done with twelve more suits of armor when Professor McGonagall entered the room. She looked up and down the room and between the two boys, clearly trying to decide something.

“You two have done very well,” she said finally. “I think you've learned your lesson so you are dismissed. There's no need for you two to continue tomorrow night,” she finished looking at Ron.

“Yes ma'am,” he said. Malfoy didn't say anything though. The two of them left the armor gallery and started for the stair case. Ron never felt so relieved to be walking away from a detention. The feeling shattered though as they reached the stair case. Instead of turning to go down, Malfoy turned and started walking up. Ron was too stunned and confused by this that the thought of taking one of his and Harry's shortcuts instead never occurred to him.

Following behind Malfoy, Ron tried to figure out where the Slytherin was going. A part of him wanted to dash past Malfoy and get to Gryffindor tower as fast as he could. Another part of him was to terrified to even try. They reached the fifth floor and Malfoy halted at the top of the stairs. Ron stopped a few steps behind him and grabbed his wand, unsure of what Malfoy was up to.

Malfoy took a breath, turned and walked the few steps down. Malfoy grabbed Ron's hand, the one holding his wand, and dragged him down the fifth floor hallway, passing the statue of Boris the Bewildered. Malfoy stopped and pushed Ron against the fourth door, pressing his body against Ron's, holding his arms on either side of him against the door. Without waiting for Ron to react Malfoy immediately started kissing and nipping at his neck. Malfoy ran his teeth over Ron's adam's apple much like he did that morning and Ron's body let out an involuntary shudder, an uncomfortable bulge once again growing underneath his jeans.

He felt Malfoy smile against his skin, heard him let out a satisfied snicker. Malfoy mumbled the password for the Prefects bathroom and the door behind him opened. Malfoy pushed Ron through, closed the door behind them not even bothering to lock it. He pushed Ron against the wall just inside the door and grabbed his lips with his own. Ron tried to free his hands, tried to push him away, but Malfoy tightened his grip and pressed harder onto him.

“Why don't you just stop fighting it,” Malfoy breathed into his mouth. He bucked his hips adding some friction to Ron's growing arousal. “Ignore what that pathetic brain of yours is telling you and just listen to your body. It seems to have the right idea.”

Ron parted his lips, allowing Malfoy access, though he wasn't sure why he'd done it. Something in what Malfoy said made sense and what Malfoy was doing felt so good it seemed more a sin to not listen to him. Malfoy attacked his mouth with renewed lustful passion, grinding his hips against Ron's. A small moan escaped Ron's lips as his jaw started working against Malfoy's, their tongues starting a battle for dominance. Ron's fingers went limp and he heard a clatter as his wand hit the marble floor. Malfoy let go of Ron's wrists and wrapped his arms around him instead, slipping one of his now free hands under the back of Ron's t-shirt, with the other he brushed his fingertips under the waist band of his jeans, pushing their bodies somehow even closer.

Panic started seeping into the corners of Ron's mind as he began having second thoughts. Noticing Ron's hesitation Malfoy pulled him from the wall and moved him down towards the floor so that Ron was lying on his back, Malfoy straddling his hips. He moved back and forth against Ron's erection, both their breathing becoming ragged. Ron broke the kiss, desperate for air, and Malfoy immediately began to move down his neck, again running his teeth over Ron's sweet spot again. Clutching at Malfoy's robes Ron let out a strangled sob. He was unsure whether it was from pleasure or shame but tears too began to slide down his cheeks.

Malfoy licked the glistening streaks, tracing them back to his eyes where he placed a kiss on each eyelid. Ron let out another small sob, trying to stifle it. He brought his lips up to meet Malfoy's, burying his fingers in his pale colored hair. Malfoy ran his hands up and down Ron's chest, rubbing his nipples through the fabric of Ron's shirt. Ron broke the kiss with his quick intake of breath and Malfoy moved down, placing kisses down his chest. He lifted Ron's t-shirt to expose his torso glistening with sweat. Kissing and nipping at the exposed skin he made his way back up to a pink nipple which he took between his teeth, running his tongue over it. Ron arched his back at the new sensation, moaning in pleasure.

Malfoy let go with a sharp intake of breath. It took Ron's muddled mind a few seconds to realize that Malfoy had been kneeling over one of his legs. A leg that Ron had just bent and lifted slightly, rubbing it against Malfoy's groin. He started to flatten it back to the floor but Malfoy grabbed it and stopped him.

“D-don't,” he said huskily, “leave like that.” Doing as Malfoy asked he left his knee bent slightly; Malfoy moved over it and started rubbing his own erection against Ron's leg.

Somewhere in the back of Ron's mind he wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it. Draco Malfoy has humping his leg. The thought quickly passed from his mind though as he felt Draco's hand run down his stomach and grope his ever growing, denim clad arousal. Ron yelped in surprise but any protests were cut off by Draco's mouth taking his into another rough kiss. Ron groaned into Draco's lips, sparks flying across his vision. Feeling Draco's hand massage his swelling member and Draco's erection grinding against his knee was almost too much, but he felt himself wanting more.

Draco's hand and body disappeared after a few minutes. Ron opened an eye to see that he had taken his robes off and that he was loosening his tie, the entire time his eye's never left Ron's form. Draco's hands moved to unbutton his own pants and then he moved over Ron again. Panic returned as he felt Draco undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. He moved to stop him but Draco grabbed his wrists again and turned him over so that he was on his hands and knees. Ron's breath came in short gasps as he tried to swallow the lump of fear welling up in his throat.

“You're going to like this,” he breathed into Ron's ear from behind. “Trust me.” Every part of Ron's being was telling him not to trust Draco though as his mind told him that this was a very bad position.

Draco took Ron's hand and guided it behind him. Fear erupted in Ron's chest as he felt his fingers slip into Draco's pants and around his arousal. Ron's mind went blank as he felt Draco's hand instruct his into stroking the shaft of Draco's penis. When Draco was sure that Ron had gotten the hang of it he removed his hand and brought it around to Ron's throbbing erection. Ron felt Draco's fingers wrap around his shaft, rubbing the tip, massaging his sack. Ron bit his lip, trying not to cry out. Draco begin kissing and biting the back of this neck and around his earlobes. Ron tried desperately to mimic what Draco was doing with his hands, slightly awed at the noises he was making.

Ron cried out as a blinding, mind-numbing wave of pleasure ran through him and he felt himself empty into Draco's hand. Draco removed his hand and replaced it atop Ron's again. Rocking violently against their hands Draco's breathing grew louder in Ron's ear. He heard Draco take one shuddering breath, hold it and then let it out as a long, throaty groan as Ron felt him ejaculate into his hand.

Draco fell to the floor, lying on his side; he dragged Ron down with him. Draco pressed his face into the back of Ron's neck, wrapping his arms around him, resting them on his heaving chest.

Ron forced the horror that was trying to edge its way into his mind back as he drifted into sleep, his mind and body exhausted.