Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

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: Look if you've gotten this far and you still don't know this is a Slash fic then you just need to go die somewhere.

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 7

Ron continued down the marble staircase, trying to look as casual as he could. He found that to be difficult as he thought about where he was going and why he was going there. He looked around the entrance hall as he made his way into the corridor, making sure that nobody was following.

He couldn't believe he was actually going. He had argued with himself all through the rest of the day's lessons unable to concentrate on anything else. He was so nervous and sick from anxiety he wasn't able to eat anything at lunch and he had to leave the great hall during dinner when Malfoy walked in. Just seeing him caused Ron's stomach to flop around and it took everything he had not to run into the bathroom every time he saw his pale head walk into view.

When it came time for them to start heading for the Room of Requirement he told Harry and Hermione that he wasn't feeling up to it that night. Neither one of them was happy about it but didn't really question him. They knew they couldn't deny that he had been sick the last few days. Once they had left he lied in his bed and dug out the note, studying it, trying to find any hidden messages. There weren't any.

Finally, after convincing himself that he was going to tell Malfoy off and end this…thing, he left Gryffindor tower and started for the ground floor. That was at almost eight o'clock. It was now just passed eight-thirty. Needless to say he continued the argument even as he was making his way down.

Reaching the class room he took another look around to again make sure that nobody had followed him. Reassuring himself that he was in fact alone he turned the doorknob and entered the room…to find it very Malfoyless.

He closed the door behind him and walked further in, looking everywhere, even opening the closet. Malfoy hadn't shown up yet…or Ron had hesitated to long and he had decided to leave. Looking at his watch again Ron saw that it was eight-forty-two. Had Malfoy been there and simply grew tired of waiting. Ron wouldn't put it past the stupid prat. Ron sat down in one of the desk chairs. He thought that there couldn't be any harm in waiting a little while to see if Malfoy showed up. He found a dirty spot on the wall and focused on that, trying to keep his mind blank. He didn't want to dwell on what would happen if Malfoy really did show up.

After what felt like forever Ron looked at his watch again…eight-fifty-six. Ron stood up and stretched, all of the tension and anxiety leaving his body like a tidal wave. Malfoy didn't show up after all. Ron should have guessed that he was all talk. He started for the door when he heard the click of the door handle turning. He stopped as he watched the door open and had to hold back a frustrated groan as Draco Malfoy walked in and closed the door.

Again he felt that strange feeling of euphoria as his and Malfoy eyes meet. Blue met icy gray and Ron felt all argument flee from his mind. The two of them stood there staring at each other, both looking at the other in surprise. Ron thought that Malfoy looked more like he had seen a werewolf; his face looked a little paler than usual. Malfoy had obviously not expected Ron to show up. A tingly feeling rushed through Ron's body, a feeling not overly unpleasant but one that still caused a nervous knot to form in his stomach. Draco took a deep breath, almost like he was trying to brace himself for something unpleasant, and strode across the room towards Ron.

Ron's body seemed to react on it own. As Draco reached him, pressing their bodies together, Ron's arms wrapped around his smaller frame. Ron pressed one of his hands into the small of Draco's back while with the other he ran his fingers through the short strands of hair at the base of his neck. He brought his lips down on Draco's, not rough like all the other times; this kiss was soft and gentle, almost loving. Draco breathed a sigh as he started to kiss back, bringing his arms up and wrapping them around Ron's neck.

That's about when something started poking at the back of Ron's mind. He pushed it back. He didn't want to think about what it might be. He really didn't want to think about anything. He tried to concentrate on the kiss, letting his instincts take over.

Draco started pushing him towards the large desk in the front of the room. Ron followed without protest. He felt the edge of the desk bump against the back of his legs. Draco pushed him down so that he was sitting on the desk. Situating himself between Ron's legs he pushed his stomach against Ron's groin. Ron felt himself starting to panic again as Draco broke the kiss and started to move down to his neck. He tried to take some deep calming breaths but still felt the panic pushing at the corners of is mind as he felt his pants start to grow tighter.

Draco gently pushed Ron so that he was lying on the desk. He pushed him further up so that his whole body was supported by the wooden surface. Draco climbed up so that he could straddle Ron's stomach. He brought his mouth down to bring Ron's back into another kiss, this one filled with the same rough passion from the other times before. Draco started working on the front buttons of Ron's robes, pushing them open. He ran his hands up Ron's body and undid his tie. Throwing the piece of cloth aside he attack Ron's neck again as he started to pull his shirt up so that he could run his hands over his torso.

Ron let out a moan as Draco found and teased one of his nipples, nibbling a spot on his neck in the process. Draco slid down a bit so that his and Ron's now growing arousals rubbed against each other.

“Dra-” Ron's hand flew to his mouth before he could finish his outburst. Draco however stopped, his lips hovering above Ron's neck. He lifted his head and looked up at Ron. Ron wasn't able to read the other boy's expression so instead squeezed his eyes shut as Draco started to move back up. He removed Ron's knuckles from his mouth and brought his lips back down but stopped less then an inch from Ron's mouth.

“Go ahead,” he said softly. “It's ok.” Ron thought otherwise though. It was bad enough he was here like this with Draco. He didn't want to make it any easier for anybody to find them like that. Again a nagging feeling came over Ron telling him that something was wrong. It was thrust out of his mind though as he felt one of Draco's hands run over his erection. He had to swallow back a gasp.

“If it feels good let me know,” he continued, his lips brushing against Ron's. Ron moaned into Draco's mouth as he felt the blonds hand begin to stroke him. It was only for a few seconds though as Draco pulled his hand away. He started moving down again, his hands sliding Ron's pants down over his thighs, exposing his hard member.

Ron shot up into a sitting position. He didn't like were this was going. Snogging was on thing and had been bad enough and wanking had caused him enough emotional trauma. Now Draco was undressing him and he found that the vulnerability of it left him feeling absolutely terrified. Draco's lips were on his again, as though he was trying to kiss blissful calmness back into him. Ron however wanted him off. He didn't care how good if felt, he wasn't ready for something like this.

“Shh,” Draco tried to soothe him. “It's ok. Trust me.”

“No,” Ron half-moaned, trying to push Draco off of him. Draco refused to budge though. He ran his hands up Ron's thighs towards his arousal.

“Ron,” Draco groaned into Ron's mouth, begging. The sound of that voice saying his name nearly did him in but then something exploded into the front of Ron's memory.

Harry had the Marauder's Map.

Ron shoved Draco off of him and he landed with a loud thud upon the floor. Ron stood up, pulled his pants up and started fixing his robes. How could he have been so stupid?

“What the hell was that for?” Draco yelled pulling himself up off the floor and fixing an angry scowl on the red head.

“Harry knows that we're here,” Ron blurted out. He looked at his watch. It was already nine-fifteen.

“And how would he know that?” Draco asked.

Ron cursed. He knew he shouldn't have come down here with Malfoy. Harry would have already noticed the two of their dots on the map by now. After all, the Hufflepuffs had to pass pretty close to that spot to get to their common room. He and Hermione could already be on their way though they would most likely assume that he and Malfoy were fighting. He ran his hands through his hair, wanting to pull it out. He started for the door.

“Weasley,” Draco growled angrily. He grabbed Ron's wrist to stop him from walking away…again.

“Look I can't tell you how he knows,” Ron said, rounding on him, unable to hide the panic in his voice, “just that he does and will more than likely be on his way.” Draco stared at him for a minute. Ron could tell that he didn't believe him. That he thought Ron was just trying to get out of what they had started.

“Fine,” he said finally, sounding rejected. “You'd better not be lying to me though…or else.” He let go of Ron's arm. Ron turned back to the door. His hand was on the door knob when Draco put his hand over Ron's and wrapped his other arm around him from behind. Draco stood on his toes so that he could reach Ron's ear and said, “Just so you know, this isn't over yet.”

Ron swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and opened the door. Breaking away from Malfoy he walked out of the classroom and down the hall as fast as he could, making sure to be quiet and looking out for Filch and his stupid cat. He didn't look back at Draco.

He was too afraid that if he did…he wouldn't be able to walk away.