Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

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: Yup…it's still Slash, Angsty Boys, Bastard Harry

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 8

Ron felt his back hit the wall as Malfoy pressed their bodies together. Before he could protest Draco was kissing him hard, seizing Ron's hair to deepen it. Like all the times before, Ron felt himself melt into it. Wrapping his arms around the smaller boy he tried to pull him closer. Draco slipped his hand into Ron's robes, tweaking one of his nipples through his shirt. Ron broke their kiss with a sharp intake of breath. Without missing a beat Draco moved down to his neck.

The sound of giggling girls reached Ron's ears. Panic flooded through him as he grabbed Malfoy's arms and pushed him away. He walked a few steps away, trying to look normal while still listening. The giggling moved up the hall, passed behind the tapestry, and disappeared. Ron turned to see Draco leaning against the wall looking at him with a very vexed expression on his face. Ron didn't say anything. He turned and started walking down the stairs, straightening his robes. Malfoy didn't follow.

That's how it had been since their meeting in classroom eleven nearly a month ago. Ron had managed to get back to the common room before Harry and Hermione that night but not before Harry had indeed noticed his and Malfoy's dots in the unused classroom. As nervous as he was he found that it was easy enough to lie his way out of it, saying the only thing he knew they would believe. For about a week after that he did his best to avoid Malfoy, making sure he didn't go anywhere by himself.

The first time he let his guard down Malfoy was there of course. He had forgotten something back in a classroom and went back to get it. It was the first time Malfoy had pulled him into that hidden staircase…and ever since then Ron had been unable to deny him. It was only during the day, in between lessons. Hands roamed but clothes generally stayed on, though not from Draco's lack of effort.

As the weeks wore on Ron was finding it more and more difficult to hide it from Harry and Hermione. They knew he was hiding something. He felt miserable lying to them but he knew that they wouldn't accept it. He struggled with what he was doing with Malfoy. He found it hard to sleep at night, his thoughts filled with what they had done. How he desperately wanted to stop but couldn't bring himself to tell Malfoy off. Every time he saw the blond he felt a surge of excitement in the pit of his stomach, followed almost immediately by nausea and shame, and then they were there, in that hidden staircase. The only problem was that almost all the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws knew about that staircase so Ron was constantly panicking at the slightest sound of footsteps approaching, much to Draco's dislike.

He rushed down the halls and just managed to slip into his seat in Professor McGonagall's class room when the bell rang.

“How wonderful of you to join us Mr. Weasley,” Professor McGonagall said from her seat at her desk. “I do hope that my lesson is not interfering with your busy schedule.” Ron felt his face turn red as half the class broke out in low snickers.

He glanced at Harry and Hermione. Both of them were staring at him with questioning looks. He was quickly running out of excuses for his constant near tardiness. Taking out his wand he adjusted his attention to the front of the class where it stayed for the remainder of the lesson.

“Honestly Ron, what on earth has gotten into you lately?” Hermione asked as they made their way to the great hall for lunch. Ron, distracted by thoughts of Draco, bounced back to reality.

“What?”

“You see?” she said, sighing in frustration, “That's what I'm talking about. You're always distracted by something, you're constantly late for classes, you disappear during breaks, and your grades are slipping…honestly Ron what's been going on?”

“Nothin's going on,” he said, quick to defend himself. Harry and Hermione stopped walking and the both of them looked at him.

“Ron,” Harry started, “you know if there's anything that's been bothering you-”

“Or if you're in some sort of trouble,” Hermione added.

“Right…or if you're in trouble you can tell us. We can help you.”

For an absurd second Ron contemplated telling them…but thinking that they wouldn't be able to help him and still afraid that they wouldn't understand or that they would hate him he kept quiet.

“I'm fine,” he lied and turned to continue walking, feeling particularly miserable. He didn't think he was going to be able to eat lunch as he felt his stomach began to perform the now familiar flip flops.

Sitting at the Gryffindor house table though, he tried to eat as much as he could so Harry and Hermione wouldn't badger him. The most he could mange was a few bites. The rest he was forced to push around on his plate while they weren't looking to make it look like he had eaten more. He looked over at the Slytherin table to see Malfoy laughing at something stupid he himself must have just said. He couldn't understand how he could act so normal despite what they were doing in secret.

Draco must have realized Ron looking at him as he glanced at the red head and shot him and unreadable grin. Ron looked away, his face starting to feel hot again as he tried to stifle the thought of how cute Draco actually looked laughing like that. He stood up and told Harry and Hermione that he was going to the bathroom. Before they could question him he turned and walked out of the great hall. Reaching the nearest bathroom he turned on a faucet and splashed his face with cold water.

“Problem Weasley?” Ron spun around, water dripping from his face. He hadn't even heard Malfoy come in. “Oh don't look like that,” he drawled, “I just want to talk.”

“`bout what?” Ron asked, suspicion dripping from his voice.

“About us,” he said, slowly walking towards Ron.

“And what if there is no us,” Ron spat at him. It wasn't like Malfoy to want to talk anyway. He usually just wanted to skip right to trying to rip Ron's clothes off.

Malfoy responded with a laugh. He closed the space between them and leaned into Ron. Standing on his toes he rested his forehead on Ron's, their lips ever so lightly brushing against each other's. Ron couldn't help himself; he pushed his lips against Malfoy's, relishing the taste of it.

“I know of a quiet place where we won't be interrupted,” Draco mumbled into the kiss. Ron didn't respond. Instead he brought his arms around Draco, pulling their bodies closer. The bell signaling the end of lunch rang but neither one of them broke the kiss. That is, not until they heard the door open and someone enter. Ron grabbed Draco by the arms and moved him away and looked at the door…coming eye to eye with Harry. Horror surged through Ron as he watched his best friend's initial shock turn into angry disgust.

“Sorry,” Harry said curtly, “didn't mean to interrupt.” With that he turned and walked out.

Leaving a just-as-shocked Malfoy, Ron started after him, yelling for him to wait.

“I can explain,” he said as he caught up.

“Don't think I want to hear the details of that explanation,” Harry said angrily still walking as fast as he could, like he was trying to escape from what he just saw.

“But you don't understand,” Ron tried again.

“Oh I think I understand perfectly,” Harry answered, not bothering to look at Ron.

“NO YOU DON'T,” he yelled stopping in the middle of the hall. Several students stopped as well, wondering what all the commotion was about. Ron felt his self reaching the edge of hysterics. Harry didn't even want to hear what he had to say. Harry-you can tell me anything-Potter wasn't even going to listen to him.

“What is there to understand?” Harry spat, rounding on Ron now. “For heaven's sake Ron I just saw you snogging Malfoy!”

Ron's voice caught in his throat. Already Ron could hear murmuring from the surrounding students. Harry's face still held a look of disgusted hatred, as though he felt no remorse for what he just done….What he had just started. Harry turned and walked away, leaving Ron standing there.

“Hey isn't that Gryffindor's new Keeper”

“Malfoy?...Does he mean Draco Malfoy?”

“Yeah you're right. What's his name?”

“Snogging him?...Is he serious?”

“I think it's Weasley.”

“Ewww that's really gross.”

Trembling, Ron had no choice but to walk through the crowd of students in the opposite direction, patches of whispered conversation reaching his ears. He felt an enormous amount of pressure in his chest as well as a tight knot in his stomach. His eye's burned almost as much as his face and ears and it didn't take long for it to seem like he was trying to see under water.

“Ron?” Draco was waiting for him near the bathroom that he and Harry had just fled from.

“Don't talk to me,” Ron croaked. Draco didn't listen though as he grabbed Ron's wrist.

“DON'T TOUCH ME,” he yelled, throwing Draco's hand off and rounding on him. He was almost surprised to see a look similar to concern on Malfoy's face, but chose to ignore it. “This is all your fault,” he said venomously. Draco didn't respond though as Ron noticed moisture collecting at the edges of his gray eyes as well. Ron could feel the tears threatening to break free but did his best to hold them back. He turned his back on Malfoy and started to walk away.

“Ron wait.” Ron didn't though. He kept on walking, refusing to look back at Draco.

“RON!!”

Ron felt his resolve wavering as he felt the first tears slide down his face but broke into a run and kept going.