Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

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: Sexier Slash and Angstier Angst

Spoilers: OOTP

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 13

 

Draco opened the door and stepped off to the side to make room for Ron to pass him. Ron stood there staring at the large bed sitting on the other side of the room. There were two small tables sitting on either side of the bed with a lamp sitting on one of them and a large plushy chair in front of a fireplace. Ron had to admit that it was nice. His eyes lingered on the bed a few seconds more but he pried his gaze away from it as Draco close the door behind them.

“So how did you find out about this room?” Ron asked. To his surprise Draco had brought him to the Room of Requirement. He hoped that he and the rest of the DA hadn't accidentally led him to it or even worse—someone in the group snitched on them.

“By accident,” he answered. “During our first year.”

“First year?” How did he find out about this place that long ago before they did? Before Ron could ask anything else Draco was kissing him, wasting no time in working the buttons of his robes undone.

He slipped the black fabric over Ron's shoulders, letting it land in a heap on the floor, and started moving Ron toward the bed. Ron kissed him back, not with the same confidence as before but enough to hide the nervousness that was fixing itself in the pit of his stomach. He wished Draco hadn't stopped him before. Now as his mind started racing he was beginning to have second thoughts as he felt his legs bump against the edge to the bed.

He felt Draco's finger tips rub against the skin under his waistline, the small touch sending little electric shocks through the rest of his body. Ron tried to get his fingers to work long enough to get Draco's robes off as he broke the kiss to move his lips down the blond boy's neck. Draco moaned softly in satisfaction and ran has hands over the back of Ron's neck and through his hair. It felt like it took forever but finally the robes were gone. Ron made quick work of the tie and started unbuttoning Draco's shirt while nipping at the base of Draco's neck and collarbone.

Draco took over again though as he pushed Ron down to sit on the bed. Draco got to his knees on the floor and positioned himself in between Ron's legs running his hands up and down his thighs. He stared into Ron's eyes looking for any sign that Ron wished to stop. Answering his questioning gaze Ron leaned forward and kissed him. Draco kissed back harder, tugging on Ron's bottom lip ever so slightly. He threw Ron's tie to the side and undid the buttons on his shirt. He ran his hands up and down Ron's chest, lightly pinching at his nipples as his fingertips passed over the small nubs.

Ron broke the kiss with his quick intake of breath. Draco moved down to take one of his nipples between his teeth. He rubbed his hands up and down Ron thighs again and behind his knees as Ron spread his legs wider. Draco trailed wet kisses down his chest and stomach, running his tongue over the skin around Ron's bellybutton.

“Merlin's…” Ron moaned and clenched at the bed linen as he felt Draco's lips press against his growing erection through the fabric of his pants. He placed hot kisses on the inside of his thighs and even grazed him with his teeth, while rubbing the back of Ron's ankle and calves. Placing kisses on both of his knees Draco removed Ron's shoes and socks. He quickly moved back up and kissed Ron again.

“Do you want it?” Draco asked.

“Yes,” Ron moaned. His body felt like it was on fire. Draco pulled away slightly and looked at him, the look on his face utterly serious.

“Are you sure?”

Ron could hear his brain scream NO then but he felt himself nod anyway.

“I need to hear you say it,” Draco said. He ran his hands down Ron's sides, sending those little shocks through his body again, making him feel like he was going to explode.

“Yes,” Ron nearly cried.

Draco's mouth was on his again as his fingers worked on Ron's button and zipper. Draco pushed Ron back, directing him to move up on the bed to lie down. Draco moved his lips over Ron's jawbone toward his ear. Ron felt the cool air as Draco pulled down his pants at the same time Draco brushed his teeth over his adam's apple. Ron let out a groan as a wave of pleasure vibrated from the tips of his hair to his toes. He heard the rustle of cloth as Draco discarded the article of clothing over the edge of the bed.

Ron's breath hitched as he felt Draco grab him and start stoking up and down while taking his lips back into another kiss. Ron tried to kiss back through his moans but found it increasingly difficult. He bucked his hips against Draco's hand causing sparks to appear at the edge of his vision.

Draco broke the kiss and pulled his hands away. He sat Ron up just enough so that he could finish taking off the shirt he was still wearing and threw that too onto the floor. He sat back and looked at Ron, running his eyes over every inch of his body. Ron sat there and looked back at him, feeling his face starting to flush and staring to feel a bit nervous again. The thought that maybe he was doing something wrong crossed his mind.

“I-is something wrong?” he asked when it seemed like Draco would never stop staring at him. Draco shook his head.

“No,” he said and moved in to kiss Ron again. “You're perfect.”

Ron felt himself really blush then. Even through the heat coursing through his body he could feel the temperature of his face skyrocket. He met Draco's lips enthusiastically, running a hand over the back of his neck and pushing the other into the small of his back as he pulled Draco down with him so that the blond was lying on top of him.

Draco broke away though and moved down, placing kisses randomly down Ron's chest and stomach and kissed and nipped the inside of Ron's thighs. Through half lidded eyes Ron watched him. Draco looked back up at him as he placed a light kiss on the tip of Ron's erection. Ron sucked in his breath as he felt and watched Draco move his lips over him.

Ron threw his head back and had to shove his knuckles in his mouth to keep from screaming. Again he felt waves run through him and settle in his stomach until he felt like he would burst. His lungs started to hurt as he gulped down large amounts of air. The sparks spread till all he could see was white stars.

He felt the heat of Draco's mouth take him again, felt himself touch the back of the blonde's mouth and heard Draco hum. A wave of pleasure bigger than any he had felt before washed through him and he felt something equal to an explosion in his navel region as well as the back of this mind. Every coherent thought in his head disappeared and he was momentarily blinded by a white light.

As quickly as it came the feeling was gone and the rest of the world came back into focus—and with it came the memories. Memories of a letter written by his mother's hand, judgmental looks from his fellow students as whispered rumors flew through the hallways. Of Fred and George's shocked faces as they learned the disgusting truth about their youngest brother. Memories of green eyes looking at him filled with hate.

Draco was above him, wiping away tears Ron hadn't even noticed were there. Ron felt sick as the knowledge of what they just did started to sink in. He rolled onto his side and hung his head over the edge of the bed. He tried swallowing to keep it down but it was no use as he began retching all over the floor. In the back of his mind he vaguely hoped that his and Draco's clothes were somewhere on the other side of the bed.

After he was finished he laid his head down on the bed and tried to calm himself. He felt Draco's hands run up and down his back in soothing motions. He was saying something but Ron couldn't piece any of it together. The familiar feeling of panic flooded his mind as he briefly wondered what people would do if they found out about what just happened. He remembered that it was probably after curfew by now. That meant people were probably looking for them. What if they found the two of them in there somehow? Harry and the rest of the DA knew about the Room of Requirement after all. What could stop any of them from walking in?

“Ron?” Draco's panicked voice finally reached him. He took a deep breath to steady himself and got up, Draco moved out if his way and stood up as well. He looked around for his clothes, thankfully finding them all clean. Without even a glance in Draco's direction he started to pull his pants back on.

“What are you doing?” Draco's voice still sounded shaky.

“What does it look like,” he answered. He didn't mean for it to sound so mean. He looked at Draco and saw that his eyes looked wet again. He paused for a second but then looked away. “It's getting late,” he said.

“So that's it then?” the anger in his voice actually sounded more forced than anything. “You're just going to leave? What about me?”

“Well what about you?” Ron yelled. “Malfoy what just happened was…”

“You said that it was okay,” Draco yelled back miserably. Ron turned away. He didn't think that he could stomach the sight of Draco crying.

“I was wrong,” he said. Without turning around he quickly picked up the rest of his things and started for the door.

“Wait,” he heard Draco's broken voice call out after him but he kept walking. He reached the door; his hand was on the handle when he felt Draco's arms wrap around him from behind. His nails dug into Ron's chest as he clung desperately to him. Draco pressed his cheek onto Ron's back and he could feel the wetness that clung to it.

“I said wait.”

Ron's hand hovered over the door handle. A wave of guilt rushed over him as he realized that he wasn't alone in all of this suffering. Draco was there with him feeling the same way, maybe feeling worse for all he knew. All of the whispers in the corridors, all of the revolted looks—Draco had to suffer those things too.

As he stood there and thought about it he realized too that his parents were upset but given enough time they were going to forgive him. That's just how they were. Ron wondered then if Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy would ever forgive Draco. Not only for defying the laws of nature but also for defying them with a Weasley. Ron cursed himself for his insensitivity as he unwrapped himself from Draco's arms and turned around.

Draco didn't look away from him. He stared right into Ron's eyes, standing firm even though tears were still sliding down his cheeks. Ron couldn't help but admire that for some twisted reason.

“I guess I could stay the night then,” Ron said. Something in Draco's eyes shifted, Ron couldn't tell what, but he smiled anyway. Ron took hold of Draco's hand as he led the way back to the bed, depositing his clothes on the chair as they passed.

He pulled the covers over the two of them as Draco settled himself against Ron, fitting his head in the crook of Ron's neck. Ron wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and rested his chin on top of Draco's head. It wasn't long before he heard Draco's even breathing as he fell asleep. Ron lay there and listened to him for a while until his eyelids became too heavy and a dreamless sleep took over him as well.

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He was woken up only a few hours later by someone's persistence in shaking him. He opened his eyes to see the big round eyes of a house elf staring back at him. Shooting up into a sitting position he yelled in surprise causing both Draco and Dobby to start. Dobby was so startled he jumped back and missed the edge of the bed and landed very ungracefully on the floor, all of his hats falling off the top of his head.

“What the hell was that for?” Draco yelled. He must not have seen the elf. Ron ignored the question though as he threw the covers off and helped the elf pick up his hats.

“Dobby what are you doing in here?” he asked. Dobby, being as skittish as always shot a worried look in Draco's direction. Ron couldn't blame him for being scared of course since not only was Draco the son of Dobby's old master but the look on Draco's face was a look that could probably kill.

“D-Dobby is very sorry sirs,” the house elf started as he looked at the floor, “but Dobby was asked to come and find you.” The blood in Ron's veins turned to ice as thousands of terrible thoughts rushed through his mind. Looking at Draco he could tell that the Slytherin was thinking something along the same thought pattern.

“Who asked you to come and find us Dobby?” Ron asked slowly. Dobby shook his head though.

“No not,” he paused and glanced at Draco but brought his focus back to Ron. “Not the old master's son,” he finished. “Master Dumbledore asked Dobby to find Wheezy.”

“What does that old geezer want at this time of the night?” Draco was aggravated. Ron could hear it in his voice. Dobby let out a little squeak.

“Master Dumbledore i-is not an old geezer,” he let out a breath and looking utterly terrified started to hit himself in the side of the head.

“Dobby stop that,” Ron said grabbing Dobby's hand.

“Why?” Draco asked. “It's quite amusing.”

“Shut up Malfoy,” Ron snapped. He didn't have to look at Draco to know that the comment was insulting. Cutting off any remark he was about to say though Ron asked Dobby, “What did Professor Dumbledore send you to find me for? Has something happened?”

The small elf turned pale as he looked at Ron. “Has something happened?” he repeated. “Why yes. Something has happened. Something terrible has happened.”

“Well then out with it you stupid elf,” Draco snapped. He was on the floor next to Ron now.

Dobby jumped but continued to talk to Ron. “You must come now,” he said grabbing hold of Ron's hand. “Quickly before it's too late.”

“Why Dobby? What's happened?” There was nothing Ron could do to hide the fear in his voice. He walked over to the chair and quickly threw his shirt on. He only buttoned a couple buttons though before he started pulling on his socks and shoes. Dobby just stood there shaking uncontrollably. Draco looked like he was about to throttle him.

“Dobby,” Ron yelled. He didn't mean too but the elf wasn't making any sense. Dobby jumped again, looking like he just woke from a bad dream. He looked at Ron. “What's happened?” Ron asked again.

“It's Wheezy's father,” Dobby said. Ron felt his breath catch in his throat.

“What?” he asked, more panicked now than he'd ever felt before in his life. “What about my dad?”

“He's been very badly injured,” Dobby said.

“How?” Ron felt himself nearing hysterics.

“H-He was attacked,” Dobby wailed. “by-by…” the elf began another fit. Ron almost thought he had gone into a seizure.

“BY?” Draco was getting angrier by the second at the house elf.

Dobby jerked and pulled himself together enough to whisper, “By Y-You-Know-Who.”

And suddenly it felt like Ron's whole world fell out from under him as Dobby started pushing at the back of his legs trying to get him to move. As they walked out of the door Ron turned to look at Draco whose face he noticed was nearly as pale as his own must have been. Neither one of them said anything though as the door closed behind Ron and Dobby, leaving Draco behind as they made their way to the headmaster's office.