Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Twelve ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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: Sexy Slash, Angst

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

Chapter 12

Dear Ronald,

Ron sat on the steps that lead up to the owlery. He tried wrapping his robes around himself tighter, shivering as another gust of wind blew over him, nearly tearing away the piece of paper he was clutching tightly in one of his hands. After it had died down a little he looked back at the paper.

Your father and I have heard some rather unpleasant and disturbing news concerning you and Lucius Malfoy's son.

He still didn't know how they had found out only that they did—and that they hated him for it.

While I'm less than pleased and very disappointed in your poor choice your father on the other hand is so furious I fear he might do something rash.

Of course he couldn't really blame them. It just wasn't right by the day's standards for two boys to have any sort of romantic—or lustful—relationship.

I think you should stay at school for Christmas until he calms down and we know how to deal with this.

But if they would just let him go home and explain to them how it had started then it wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't his fault after all.

“What are you still reading that thing for?”

A shadow covered him and he looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing next to him. He didn't respond though. He just looked back at the letter that had effectively ruined his life.

“Give me that,” he said as he grabbed the letter out f Ron's grip. Ron jumped up and tried to grab it back but Draco evaded him easily. Ron was way to cold to be able to move very well, Draco being a seasoned Quidditch player was used to it.

“Give it back,” Ron tried lamely. He moved to try to grab for it again but Draco evaded again and pulled his wand out from his sleeve. Ron stopped cold, fear edging into his mind. Instead of pointing his wand at Ron though Draco instead pointed it at the piece of paper he held in his hand.

“You don't really need this anymore do you?” with out waiting for Ron's reply though he muttered “Incendio” and his mother's letter burst into flames.

“What the bloody hell was that for?” Ron asked, staring at the burning scrap of paper in Draco's hand. Draco tossed it into the air and watch as the wind blew it away. He rounded on Ron.

“There's no need to keep reading it over and over again,” he said. “You already know what sort of rubbish it says.”

“It's not rubbish,” Ron mumbled. He didn't know why it was such a big deal to him. Draco laughed and leaned towards Ron so their noses nearly touched.

“You mean to tell me that your parents calling you a freak isn't rubbish?”

Ron stood rigid, his temper flaring—burning so hot that the cold no longer bothered him. It didn't matter what his parents thought or said about him they were still his parents and he refused to let Draco talk down about them. He wanted to hurt Malfoy at that moment. Just pull back and break his jaw.

“They never said anything like that,” Ron said through gritted teethe.

“But it was certainly implied,” Draco said in the most matter-of-fact voice Ron had ever heard. As always Ron couldn't think of anything to counter the statement. He was right—it most certainty was implied.

All of Ron's anger seemed to melt and was replaced by a sickening hollow feeling followed by the cold. He turned away from Draco and pulled his robes tighter again. Draco was next to him suddenly and placed his arm around Ron's shoulder and pulled him into a sort of half hug.

“I'm sorry,” he said and Ron could tell that he meant it.

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“When was the last time you actually got any sleep?”

Ron pulled himself out of his daze and turned to look at Draco. They had ventured back inside and were now sitting in the corridor that lead to the west tower where the owlery was.

“What?” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to stifle a yawn. Draco only shook his head and chuckled.

“Lie down,” he said.

“And where am I supposed to do that?”

“You twit,” he smiled. “Right here.”

“Here?” Ron had to admit that he was genuinely confused.

“I'll even allow you the pleasure of using me as a pillow.”

“Think I'll pass.”

Draco started to look annoyed. Not wanting to see him looking at him like that Ron turned and looked away.

“Do you really think your parents are going to let you stay at school for Christmas?” he tried to change the subject. It was why they had come to the owlery in the first place.

“I don't think they know about us yet if that's what you're really asking,” Draco snapped.

“That's not what I was asking,” Ron bit back. They sat there in silence for a while. Then hesitantly he asked, “What'll they do when they do find out.” It was a valid concern. His father was a death eater after all.

“I could care less what my father thinks about it,” Draco said and the venom in his voice surprised Ron. Draco had always worshiped his father. Ron wondered if something had happened to cause such a change in Draco's tone.

“Besides,” Draco continued, “it's not like they can force me to get on that train in a few days anyway.”

“No I guess not,” Ron said. “But your dad does seem the type to come and drag you out by the ear.” Ron couldn't help but smile at the image forming in his head. Draco failed to see the humor though.

“Just let him try.” Ron looked back at Draco. He was staring daggers at the wall in front of him. It was the darkest look Ron had ever seen reflected those eyes.

“Malfoy?” The blond visibly seemed to snap back to reality, his body jerked and his head turned as he looked at Ron. He seemed lost for a second like he didn't know where he was. Ron had to admit that it scared him.

He was back to normal in a second though. He gave Ron a small smile and placed one of his arms around his shoulder and pulled him down. This of course caused Ron to freak out.

“I already told you to lie down didn't I?” Draco said as Ron forced himself back up.

“And I already told you that I didn't need to.” Ron didn't want anybody to walk by and see him sleeping on Draco's lap.

“Just lie down Weasley.” Draco's stern expression and tone of voice left no argument and Ron had to admit that he was pretty tired. Giving in he lay down on the hard stone floor and placed his head on Draco's lap.

Almost immediately he could feel all the tension drain out of him and his eyes began to close. He felt Draco start to run his fingers through his hair, caressing his neck and behind his ears.

“Ron what's your favorite flower?” Draco asked.

“I don't know,” Ron said sleepily. “Why?”

“Just curious,” he answered as he continued to rub the back of Ron's neck.

It was relaxing Ron thought and soon the world disappeared and the blissful darkness of sleep overtook him.

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Ron didn't know how long he was asleep but when he opened his eyes it was dark, he was still on the floor and his head was still lying in Draco's lap. He could hear the soft even breathing of Draco as he slept, leaning back against the wall. One of Draco's hands rested on Ron's waist, sending sparks through Ron's body as the small bit of contact came to his attention.

He started feeling weird, his body started to feel hotter. He didn't understand how such a small thing could affect him so much. He closed his eyes again and tried to will the feeling away. It didn't help though. He felt the one part of his body he didn't want to react wake up and soon he found himself feeling physically uncomfortable. His body started begging him for something he didn't want to give it.

But why shouldn't he?

The thought flashed through his mind and it almost made him sick. He had to take large gulps of air to try to calm himself and once he got his stomach and senses under control he tried to think more clearly. The only thing his stupid brain could come up with though still was why not. If the whole world was going to condemn him for it then why not actually do it. He already knew Draco was all for it.

He couldn't lie there anymore. He had to stand up. He had to walk this off. He wasn't thinking clearly. He rolled onto his back, slowly, trying not to wake up Draco. He had to get away from him.

As he shifted to his back though Draco's hand found its way to Ron's stomach. He froze, his mind filling with panic? Or desire? Ron wasn't sure which. Before he could think to move though the hand on his stomach twitched slightly. Draco opened his eyes and rolled his shoulders. He looked down at Ron and even in the darkness Ron could see his smile.

“Good morning,” he said through a yawn. He leaned down and placed a slight kiss on Ron's lips.

Butterflies fluttered through his stomach and fire burned through the rest of his body as he grabbed the back of Draco's head and pulled him back in for another kiss. This kiss was hard, passionate—completely fueled by Ron's desire. Ron grabbed Draco's hand as the blond tried to move it, pushing it down toward the area of need and brought himself into a sitting position as he attacked Draco's neck.

Draco was caught off guard but played into it, stretching his neck to give Ron better access and rubbing his hand over Ron's erection. Ron moaned against Draco's neck and spread his legs farther apart. He could hear his brain screaming at him but his body had obviously decided to overrule it.

He moved from Draco's neck back up to his lips and maneuvered the two of them so that Draco was lying on the floor and he straddled his waist. He broke the kiss for some much needed air and stared down at Draco. The blond looked back up at him trying to catch his breath. Ron thought that his heaving chest looked so inviting he went back to kissing Draco's neck and moved up to his ear as he worked with the buttons on the Slytherin's robes.

He didn't get far though. As he was working on the third button he felt Draco's hands come up to grab his.

“R-Ron,” he breathed. “Wait.” Ron stopped but didn't move his lips from their spot behind Draco's ear.

“I can't believe Draco Malfoy is telling me to wait.” Even he in his lust filled haze couldn't miss the irony.

“You mean to tell me that you really want to do this in the middle of the corridor?” He had a point there. It was only luck that they weren't caught sleeping there. He could just imagine if they were caught having sex in the hallway.

“But you were the one willing to do it in an empty classroom,” Ron reminded him. Besides if it wasn't there and it wasn't then Ron didn't know when or where else he'd have the guts, or desire, to do it. He wanted it now. He resumed attacking Draco's earlobe as he undid the next couple of buttons.

“Ron.” There was that voice again saying his name, begging again—though it sounded different this time. Ron couldn't place it for sure but it sounded almost like Draco was afraid.

He lifted his head so that he could look at Draco. The blond was gasping for air and his entire face was covered in sweat. His eyes did indeed have a nervous look in them. He didn't look at Ron directly but it was more like he was seeing through him.

“What's wrong?” Ron actually had to admit that he was worried. It was like Draco wasn't there again. His body was but he was someplace else. At hearing Ron's voice he blinked and brought his hands up to cover his face.

“I don't know,” he muttered into his hands. He stayed like that for a few minutes until he let out a sigh and started to sit up. Ron moved to let him, adjusting himself next to him instead, his eyes never leaving the other.

“What time is it?” Ron looked at his watch.

“Shit it's already eight-thirty,” he said. He wondered how they managed to sleep in the middle of a hallway all day without getting caught.

Draco didn't say anything though. Ron looked back at him and couldn't help but think that Draco looked exhausted, regardless of the fact that they had just slept pretty much the whole day. Draco moved to button up his robes but stopped.

“I know of a better place to finish this,” he said. Ron noticed that his voice was still unsteady. Ron felt himself sobering up as the thought that maybe Draco didn't want to do this after all ran through his mind.

“Are you sure?” Ron asked. Even after all the misery Draco's hormones had caused him the past month he really had no desire to force those feeling onto anyone else. Plus now he felt the craving that had just possessed him fading and was no longer sure he even wanted to do it anymore.

“Are you?”

“I don't really know anymore,” Ron admitted. Draco leaned closer to him.

“We could still try it,” he said. Ron just stared at him. “If you don't like it I promise I'll stop.” Ron still wasn't sure though he felt the funny tingling feeling rush through his body at the thought of it. He nodded, not sure if his voice was going to work for him at that second. Draco smiled and kissed him. Ron did his best to kiss back.