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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter do not belong to me! I am just borrowing them for my own sordid purposes.
WARNING! This story is PG-13! TV14! There is strong language and adult content. Plus....this story is slash! Male on male adult content. No women at all. None. You have been warned, I’ll warn you again if you didn’t catch it the first time. SLASH!!!!!
Dedication: This is for someone special...who I am quite glad jumped aboard the Draco/Ron ship. :-)
Author's note: I’ve given a lot of thought to the Draco/Ron relationship. There’s way more tension there then between Draco and Harry. Something like this just seems to make sense. Plus, I think Draco’s got a spark of humani ty inside that ice cold exterior... Hey Eros, wonder where I get my ideas? Hehe...it has been put to good use here!

Never Been Kissed
Draco Malfoy was bored. He leaned against a tree out on the grounds of Hogwarts, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his robes. He had absolutely nothing to do. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and thanks to that lousy Potter he was stuck on the grounds. But what was this? Draco narrowed his eyes at teh tall, lanky figure that was making it's way out across the grounds. It had to be Potter's little side-kick, Weasley. Was he just leaving now, or was he being punished as well? Draco was inclined to think punished, as Potter and the mud-blood girl Granger were nowhere to be seen. Well, well, well. The day may prove to be interesting after all...
"Oh, are you all by yourself Weasley?" Draco called out, sauntering over. He always got a kick out of baiting Ron Weasley. It was so easy to do!
"Shove off Malfoy." The red head snapped. Draco smiled, a truly sinister thing, and fell into step beside Ron.
"Well that isn't very nice." Draco said. "What, stayed here because you didn't have any money for Hogsmeade?"
"I said shove off!" Ron growled. Draco only laughed.
"I don't think I will, actually." His voice was light and clipped, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. "There's much more entertaining things to do. Pestering you, for one."
"Go bugger yourself." Ron hissed. It was obvious the other boy was getting quite annoyed. Draco just kept on grinning.
"That's anatomically impossible, though I'm sure I don't have to tell you that. *I* don't have to resort to that, unlike some. " Draco gave Ron a smug look. "Unless that's why you keep that know-it-all Granger around..."
Draco couldn't even finish the sentence before Ron had turned on him. The pale haired boy leapt backwards, but Ron's fist still caught him on the side of the face. His eyes narrowing to deadly slits, Draco pounced. He caught Ron around the shoulders, knocking him to the ground. Ron beat at Draco's arms, trying to dislodge him. A brief scuffle ensued, ending with Draco pinning Ron down. They were hidden in a copse of trees, and no one was around anyway. No students to report them, no teachers to catch them.
"Get off of me." Ron's voice was a low hiss. It had been a while since Draco had seen the youngest Weasley boy so enraged. It was quite a thrill.
"Or you'll do what, Weasley?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. Ron's eyes were glittering with anger, and they looked startlingly blue in his freckled face. His flaming red hair was tousled, and there was a determined cast to his features that Draco thought made him look quite attractive. "Honestly, there was no reason to attack me. It was an honest question..." He smirked, tossing his hair back. He had Ron's ws hes held tightly in his hands, and his legs pinning Ron's. The other boy couldn't move.
"You're a bastard, Malfoy." Ron snapped, and Draco only laughed.
“That's the best you can do? I insult your girlfriend, and all you can come back with is calling me a bastard?"
"She isn't my girlfriend!" The vehemence of the denial took Draco by surprise. He had assumed Weasley had been buggering Granger since last year.
"What? You can't even get a mud-blood into your bed?" Draco laughed again. "You're more pathetic then I'd thought."
"Watch your mouth, Malfoy." Ron struggled under Draco's grasp, but he just held on tighter. He could hardly remember the pressing boredom of a little while ago. In fact, he was busy thinking of ways to make this even more interesting.
"Or maybe she's not your type, is that it Weasley?" Draco's voice got quiet, and he leaned down to whisper in Ron's ear. "Maybe you'd rather take a tumble with Potter...?"
"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Ron's voice quavered a bit, and Draco was pretty sure he'd hit a nerve. Not that he was all that surprised, come to think of it. He had never looked at Potter like that, mainly because he hated the prick.
"So that's it, isn't it?" Draco kept his voice quiet and silky. He was enjoying himself completely.
"Get off of me now!" Ron began squirming more, and Draco dug his nails into the tender flesh of Ron's wrists, making him yelp in pain.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Draco wondered how far he wanted to push this. Were Weasley and Potter a couple, or was it just some sick fantasy Ron had? "Now where were we...oh yes, talking about your sex life..."
"I don't have one, now just get off of me!" It was obvious by the tone of Ron's voice he was getting scared. Good, Draco wanted him scared. Ron was putting himself right where Draco wanted him.
"You don't have one?" Draco chuckled. He was still leaning down over Ron, his mouth next to Ron's ear. "Aw....you're probably a virgin, aren't you? How sad..."
"It's none of your damn business!" Some of the fire was back in Ron's voice.
"It is now." Draco said. He grinned to himself and ran his tongue along Ron's ear. He felt the other boy stiffen under him.
"What the *fuck* are you doing?" Ron growled, his voice as deadly quiet as Draco's had been, but far more menacing.
"Baking a cake, what does it look like?" Draco snapped. He pressed his lips to Ron's neck, reveling in the way Ron tried to pull away from him.
"Get the fuck off of me now! I'm not like that, I'm not like you!"
"Oh, we'll see about that..." Draco kept his hands clamped over Ron's wrist. Despite his petite appearance, Draco was quite strong. He ran his tongue along Ron's neck, dragging it along to the hollow of Ron's throat.
"Stop it! I'll scream, I swear to god I will..."
"No you won't, Weasley." Draco sat up slightly. "Because you won't want anyone to see you like this." By the angry look that crossed Ron's face, Draco knew he was right. Ron said nothing, and Draco's sadistic smile had returned to his lips. He chuckled, stretching out over Ron. The red haired boy made no move, he was holding himself as still as he could. His lips were pressed into a thin line and he stared strait up. It was a though he had decided there was nothing he could do, so he would endure whatever Draco was going to do.
"You could at least *try* and enjoy it." Draco said, nibbling at the soft flesh of Ron's neck. It gave him a thrill, knowing he was doing this to Potter's best friend. Besides that, Ron was very good looking. Tall and slim, bright blue eyes and autumn colored hair. Far different from Draco's usual lovers. He tended to prefer them more muscular and darker.
Ron said nothing in response, and Draco continued licking and sucking on his neck. He couldn't do much more while pinning him down, and he wasn't sure what Ron would do if he let go. There was the possibility he would hit him over the head and run like hell.
Shifting as best he could, Draco transferred Ron's wrists to one hand. He sat back up, looking down at his impromptu lover. Ron was still staring strait up, not looking at Draco. But the rigid resolve of his face had lessened some. Draco moved his legs slightly, so they weren't trapping Ron's so completely. Ron did nothing, and Draco took this as a good sign.
"You've made the right choice." Draco said, lying on top of Ron far more comfortably.
"Just shut up and get this over with." So, Ron was willing to go through with whatever Draco had planned? That was encouraging. Draco let go of Ron's wrists, and propped himself up. He had expected a bit more of a struggle, but wasn't going to complain that much. He licked his lips, and leaned down to press his lips roughly against Ron's.
The red haired boy tensed as Draco's mouth moved towards his, and his hands flew up to beat feebly against Draco's chest. Draco grunted slightly, annoyed at the resistance. He pressed his lips firmly against Ron's, and Ron pulled away.
"What?" Draco sneered. "I thought you just wanted to get it over with?"
"I didn’t think you were going to kiss me." Ron said, and he sounded...hurt?
"What did you think I was going to do? Host a sing along? And so what if I did. I hope you don't think that's all I'm going to do..."
"Just shut up, and don't kiss me again!" It was definitely hurt. Draco was intrigued.
"I'm not a bad kisser." He said simply, sitting up to straddle Ron's waist. "I know that for a fact. And I hate to break it to you, but I *do* believe in foreplay."
"It's not that. Look, just do what you're going to do and go away." Ron's voice was ragged, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice. And of course the little conversation only made Draco want to kiss Ron even more, just to annoy him. But it seemed like there was more to it then Ron was letting on.
"I will not. *I'm* not going to make allowances just because you have some weird issue with kissing." Draco leaned down again, but again Ron held him firmly away.
"Damn it Malfoy, you can do anything else you want to me, just don't kiss me, okay?" Draco swore the stupid Weasley was bout to cry.
"Just tell me why not."
"Because..." and Ron mumbled something too quiet and garbled for Draco to understand.
"Speak up Weasley, I don't speak goblin!"
"I said 'I've never been kissed before', all right?" He practically yelled, and Draco was taken by surprise. The bitterness in his voice was obvious, it colored every word he said. He'd never been kissed? Why not? He was attractive, and for gods sake he was what? Fifteen, sixteen?
"Oh." Draco said. He felt...almost bad for him. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual arrogant smirk. I twas a very sad and wise smile. He brushed a bit of Ron's hair out of his face, and could see the confusion in the other boys face. Ron's hands fell away from Draco's chest, and he took that opportunity to lean in again. He placed his lips very gently against Ron's. He didn't move or initiate any more contact then that. After a minute, he felt Ron move his lips very slightly under his. Draco parted his mouth slightly, running his tongue along Ron's lips. They were surprisingly soft and moist. Draco wasn't used to such shy partners. Ron kept his lips closed, but that was all right. Draco kept running his tongue over Ron's bottom lip, tracing little patterns along it.
He closed his mouth around Ron's lower lip, sucking gently. Then he pulled away, brushing his bangs out of his face with a casual flick of his hand.
"Now you have." Draco said softly, nuzzling Ron's neck softly.
"Yeah." Ron said weakly. He still hadn't moved, and Draco lifted his head off of Ron's chest.
"What's wrong?"
But Ron didn't say anything. This silent routine was getting old, and Draco had a very short temper. He rolled off of Ron and sat up, trying hard not to glare. Ron pushed himself up on his elbows, and gave Draco a suspicious look.
"What are you doing?" He asked, softly.
"I would think that would be obvious by now." Draco said, chuckling.
"I know *what* you're doing." Ron said bitterly. "I want to know why."
"Because I do what I want." Draco said, shrugging. "And right now I want to do you."
"Well, I think I changed my mind." Ron sat up, and moved as though to get up.
"What?" Draco rose quickly and fluidly. "I don't think so." No one said no to Draco Malfoy and walked away.
"Look, I said I changed my mind, okay. Now I'm gonna walk away and we're going to pretend this never happened." Ron was on his feet, dusting off his robes.
"But it did happen." Draco said, reaching out and grabbing Ron's wrist. "And you're not walking away."
"Draco, I hate you, remember? You hate me, we make each other's lives miserable. You hate my friends, I hate your friends, we’ve never done anything other then hate each other! The last thing I want to do with the person I hate the most is..." He trailed off, and flushed slightly.
"Give up your virginity?" Draco said gently. Ron flushed harder. Draco took Ron's hand, pulling him closer to him.
"Yeah." Ron said very softly. He was looking down at the ground, but he hadn't pulled away from Draco. The pale haired Slytherin boy took Ron's other hand and drew him even closer. He held his hands, rubbing Ron's palms lightly with his thumbs. He kissed Ron again, lightly.
"You know what they say..." Draco said, pulling his lips away a fraction. He could feel Ron's breath on his mouth, the other boy's breathing had sped up. "There's a thin line between love and hate..." The tension had always been there, building for five years now. In every glance, every taunt, every blow... "It's always been there, Weasley. You can't deny it..." He closed his lips on Ron's once more, releasing his hands and slipping his arms around Ron's waist.
"Come off it Malfoy, are you trying to tell me you love me?" Ron asked, shaking his head when Draco took his lips away again.
"No you stupid git!" Draco said, crossly. "I'm trying to tell you that there's something strong between us, something we can't ignore. It's been building and building until it's bigger then both of us and we're either going to kill each other or fuck each other. I personally prefer the latter option." And it was true. No matter how much he hated Potter, there had never been the same tension. With Ron it was palpable. There was an electricity between them like lightening.
"I don't know, killing you seems pretty good to me..." But Ron's voice was more amused then threatening. Draco kissed him again, this time going for something more deep. He pressed his tongue against the barrier of Ron’s lips, seeking entry. Ron’s lips parted hesitantly, a fraction of an inch. Draco slipped his tongue along them, his hands letting go of Ron’s to press firmly against the other boy’s back.
Ron opened his mouth a bit more, allowing Draco to slide his tongue unhindered between Ron’s lips. He battered lightly at Ron’s tongue, his lips moving subtly against his lovers. Ron’s hands went to rest lightly against Draco’s back, and the Slytherin boy could feel them trembling. It was clear how nervous Ron was, how unsure of himself. Ron’s tongue began to move against Draco’s, very slowly and cautiously. The two boys stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace.
Ron pulled away, his face flushed. Draco couldn’t tell if it was with embarrassment or lust. But he didn’t take arms from around Draco.
‘Mmmm?’ Draco mumbled, lowering his head to press his lips against Ron’s neck.
‘Nothing...’ The Gryffindor’s voice was soft and husky. He leaned his head back, giving Draco better access to his neck and throat. Draco took full advantage of this, sliding his tongue from the junction of Ron’s jaw and throat all the way down to his collar bone. Ron smelled good, spicy and a little musky. He also tasted good. And his hands were moving against Draco’s back, pressing and stroking in hectic patterns. He slipped his hands to Ron’s front, undoing the clasps of Ron’s robes and pushing them off.
Under his robes Ron wore a faded green sweater and old, worn denim jeans. Draco ran his hand down the center of Ron’s chest, feeling him through the soft material of the old sweater. He looked up at Ron, and could see a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. Understandable, considering how many cracks Draco had made about him being poor. But the clothes suited him, and the sweater made Ron’s eyes look greenish blue.
Draco reached up and ran a hand through Ron’s hair. It was soft and thick, and felt good under Draco’s fingers. He was enjoying this. He was not uses to leisurely pleasure, rather he had always thought of sex and what came before as a rough and hurried thing. He stroked Ron’s temple with his thumb, looking at Ron and lost in his own thoughts.
Here they were. Sharing a truly intimate and intense moment, and Draco realized that there was no hint of hatred anywhere. He looked inside of himself, searching for that spark of cruelty and found it deep. But he had no desire to wake it. For the moment he found himself actually liking Ron. Why had he been so mean to him? Well, that was obvious. Who was he? He was Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy’s son. The enfante grande, heir to the Malfoy fortune, and pride of Slytherin. And what was Ron Weasley? The second-to-last issue of some poor muggle-loving family. Harry Potter’s best friend, carefree trouble maker, class clown...everything Draco was not. Of course Draco hated him! Look at what he had....a loving family, friends, happy life...what did Draco have? A family name and a healthy dose of arrogance.

needed Ron. Needed to possess him, and now. Ron’s hands tightened on Draco’s back, gripping his robes. Draco wrapped his arms tightly around Ron, sliding his hands up under the hem of his sweater to caress the smooth skin of his back. He felt Ron shudder against him, and now Ron’s tongue was sliding along his lips. He sucked Ron’s tongue into his mouth, caressing it with his own.
Draco gripped the hem of Ron’s sweater, tugging it up. Suddenly, Ron froze against him, then pulled away.
‘I think...I have to go.’ The red head’s words were rushed and slightly panicked.
’Why?’ Draco asked. His voice was suspicious, and his eyes narrowed. He thought they had come to some form of agreement. Didn’t Ron feel it too? The need, the passion, the desire?
‘I just...look, I don’t know how far you expect me to go.’ Ron said, disentangling himself from Draco’s grasp. ‘Hell, I don’t know how far I expect me to go. I just....I need to think, okay? Fuck it, look at us!’ He threw up his arms, shaking his head. ‘Half an hour ago we wanted to kill each other. Now...’
‘Now what?’ Draco pressed. He wanted to know how Ron felt about this. ‘Don’t tell me you didn’t like it...’
‘It has nothing to do with whether or not I liked it!’ Ron yelled. ‘No, it does! It has everything to do with whether or not I liked it, cause I did, and it’s you, and I shouldn’t have!’
‘Why not?’ Draco was surprised at how hurt he suddenly felt. What was wrong with him? He was certainly the best Weasley was ever going to get! And he dared insinuate there was something wrong with him? Something disgusting?
‘I HATE YOU!’ Ron yelled. ‘Do you have any idea how many time’s I’ve wished you dead? How many time’s I’ve seen myself killing you, or cursing you, or doing some other awful thing to you?’
Draco was taken aback. He’d no idea Ron hated him that much. His hatred had been born of jealousy and insecurity, not spite.
‘You really hate me?’ Draco blinked hard, his mind trying to sort out all of the emotions that were going through him.
‘Of course I hate you! I sort of figured you’d know that by now.’ Ron said. ‘What did you think?’
‘I don’t really know. I never thought about it.’ Draco shrugged, attempting to resume his usual blank, cold composure.
‘Well now you know.’ Ron said bitterly. ‘What did you expect, Draco?’ He continued. ‘You treat me like shit, you treat my friends like shit, you make our lives miserable...’
‘Oh shut up Weasley!’ Draco snapped. ‘Make your lives miserable....you don’t know what miserable is.’ He was angry. Ron didn’t know what he was talking about.
‘And you do?’ Ron sneered. ‘What, Daddy finally realized he wasn’t your bitch....’
Before he even thought about what he was doing, Draco’s hand had shot out and caught Ron on the face. The crack of his palm making contact was deafening, and he froze as soon as he had done it.
‘Leave my father out of this.’ He whispered, his teeth clamping tightly together. He expected Ron to hit him back, or tackle him again, but he didn’t. Maybe he was afraid of what would happen if he touched Draco again.
‘Sorry.’ Ron said, instead. He was rubbing his cheek and looking at Draco oddly. Panic flooded the Slytherin boy. Did he suspect? Had it been that obvious...?
‘Never mind. Forget it happened.’ Draco grumbled, his eyes dropping to the ground.
‘Let me think, okay?’ Ron said.
‘About what?’ Draco’s eyes snapped back up to Ron’s face. He did suspect! What if he told Potter? Or anyone, for that matter? If it got out...Draco had guarded his secret well, and was not about to see it spilled by Ron Weasley.
‘Us.’ Ron said. ‘What happened. Meet me tonight in the astronomy tower at midnight, okay?’
Draco just nodded. He could say nothing at this point. He could hardy think, let alone speak. He didn’t lose control like that. And he didn’t give up either. But he only stood there watching as Ron picked up his robes and left him there alone with his jumbled thoughts.
To Be Continued....
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