Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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: Angsty-emo Ron again, Slightly Angsty Draco.

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 5

 

Ron jolted awake a few hours later, still lying on the prefect bathroom floor.

Still wrapped in Malfoy's arms.

He lay there, trying desperately to keep himself calm as he remembered how he had gotten there. He carefully tried to remove himself from Dra-Malfoy's arms. In the process Malfoy woke up. He ran a hand over Ron's chest, finding a nipple and running a finger around it, and nuzzled Ron's ear.

“G'morning,” he said sleepily. Ron didn't respond. Malfoy rolled onto his back, releasing Ron, and stretched. “What time is it?”

Ron sat up slowly. He couldn't believe how natural Malfoy was acting. Almost like he woke up on the bathroom floor with one of his most hated enemies everyday. Malfoy sat up and draped an arm over one of Ron's shoulders. He grabbed Ron's wrist that had his watch on it and brought it up to his face.

“Five-fifteen,” he said putting Ron's arm back down. He stood up and stretched again. “Want to take a bath with me?” he asked looking at the pool sized tub.

Ron snapped back to reality. He stood up shakily and said, “N-no I don't. M-Malfoy w-what we did was-”

“Incredible?” Malfoy said cutting him off. “I told you that you'd like it didn't I?”

“It was disgusting,” Ron finished. For a second Malfoy's face looked strange. He looked almost like he was hurt but then he reverted to being angry.

“Well you didn't seem to think it was so disgusting a few hours ago now did you?”

He was right. Ron knew that he was right, but it still didn't make what they had done right. It was probably one of the worst things that Ron could think of two guys doing with each other. Ron opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. He didn't know what to say…because he knew Malfoy was right. He had liked it, loved it. Wanted to do it again in fact, and he hated himself for it.

“B-but w-we're-”

“God Weasley,” Malfoy said angrily. “It's not like I asked you to marry me for Christ's sake. It wasn't even sex.” Ron could tell that he was getting mad, Malfoy's face was starting to turn almost as red as his was.

Ron turned to leave. He didn't want to be there anymore, didn't want to be looking at Malfoy. He walked to where his wand was lying on the floor. Malfoy grabbed him though and threw him against the wall. Ron's head hit the marble with a sickening thud.

“Don't you dare walk away from me,” he said menacingly. Dazed, Ron looked at Malfoy and wasn't surprised to see his face contorted into a scowl, looking very livid. What did surprised Ron though was the moisture that was collecting at the edges of his eyes.

Draco, realizing the tears himself, turned away from him. Ron was suddenly gripped with a strong desire to take Draco into his arms and kiss away those tears. He shook those feelings from his mind though as he bent down and picked up his wand. He didn't look at Malfoy though as he walked to the door and opened it. As he closed it behind him he heard the sound of some of the faucets turning on.

Not wanting to be caught in the halls this early in the morning and in the state he was in Ron ran the rest of the way up to the seventh floor. Reaching the fat lady he sputtered the password and with out even opening her eyes she swung open. The common room was once again empty, all of the Gryffindors asleep in their dormitories.

Ron entered his room as quietly as he could, thankful that his roommates were all still asleep. He went over to his trunk and took out some clean pajamas. Leaving the room as quietly as he had gone in he went down to the boys shower room.

He stripped himself of his soiled clothes, turned the closest shower on as hot as it would go and jumped in, swearing as the hot water burned his skin. Immediately he took the soap and started to scrub his whole body, rubbing until his skin turned red and stung. The burning sensation returned to his eyes and he rubbed them too, as hard as he could. It didn't do anything to stop the tears from seeping out of his eyes and over his cheeks, mixing with the water from the shower.

He leaned against the stone wall, burying his eyes into his arm, and tried his hardest to hold back the sobs that were threatening to burst from his lips. He came out of his reverie as he heard the shower room door open and another shower turn on. Deciding that he was done he turned the shower off, dried himself and pull on his pajamas. He walked back up to the room, crawled into his bed and pulled the curtains shut.

Laying down he pulled the comforter over his head. Stuffing some of it into his mouth, he buried his face into his pillow…and cried himself back to sleep.