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What A Wonderful Time	By : Raisden Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: What A
Wonderful Time

Pairing: Dean/Ron

Rating: NC-17

Summary: �I�m in love with Seamus, and you�re in
love with Harry.� He looked around the room. �But Seamus is at the dance with
Parvati and Harry is at the dance with Hermione. You�re here� and you�ll do for
now.�

Warnings: slash, a small dose of angst

Disclaimer: I do not own these wonderful characters. JK
Rowling does.

A/N: I wrote this in response to a challenge on aff.net by
thomasxxman. The challenge was to write a Dean/Ron story titled What A
Wonderful Time. Everything else, including the plot, was left up to the author.
I decided the challenge was too good to pass up, and this is what I did with
it. :)

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Ron groaned as the noise from downstairs found
its way to his eardrums. He was upstairs in his dorm room with a pillow
covering his head. He�d hoped it would be able to drown out the sound of
(over)excited Gryffindors getting ready for the Christmas dance. Due to the
increasing sense of tension over Lord Voldemort�s return to power, Professor
Dumbledore had decided the students of Hogwarts could use a bit of fun. Fun, in
the old man�s eyes, meant an overly decorated Great Hall full of chattering
girls and hormonal boys. Yeah, loads of fun, Ron thought grumpily to
himself. It wasn�t the fact that Ron couldn�t dance nor that he didn�t have a
date (Lavender had asked him about ten times) that he wasn�t going. It was that
he couldn�t stand the idea of seeing them together. As a couple. It just
didn�t feel�right.

He did his best not to remember the sound of
Hermione�s sympathetic tone as she�d held Harry�s hand and told him that all
she and Ron had ever been were friends. And that�s how they would stay.
She and Harry were going to the dance tonight. Ron was supposed to be okay with
that.

�You should come, too,� Hermione had said as
Harry�d looked everywhere around the room except at Ron. �What a wonderful time
we�d all have together, right, Harry?� She glanced over at her Harry,
who was an interesting shade of scarlet. He finally locked eyes with Ron and
nodded, his eyes telling his best mate that he was sorry. Ron had wanted to
punch him.

He heard the door to his dorm room click open
and turned his back to whomever was coming inside, hoping they�d think he was
sleeping. He didn�t want to talk about it. If one more person asked him how he
was feeling he�d explode. Ron�s stomach clenched in embarrassment as he
remembered the letters he�d received from almost everyone in his family. Ginny
had taken it upon herself to inform their mother of Ron�s sour disposition.
Molly, in turn, had relayed the message to all of his brothers. Even
Percy had written to him, asking him if he were alright and informing him,
rather pompously, that there were other fish in the sea and that Penelope
happened to have a very lovely cousin who was single. Ron had torn the letter
to shreds and allowed the pieces to be blown away by the crisp winter wind. He
didn�t need anyone�s charity. He was fine, really.

�I�m bloody fine,� Ron muttered to himself. He
realized about two seconds too late that he�d spoken and had completely ruined
the fa�ade that he was asleep. He wanted to punch himself, but didn�t want to
risk being sent to the mental ward at St. Mungo�s.

�I never said you weren�t,� he heard someone
say and recognized the voice as Dean�s. He turned to see his fellow dormmate
sitting upright in his bed, sketchbook open in his lap. Dean�s eyes were on
Ron, and he felt himself flush.

�Oh�� he answered lamely. He was about to turn
back around and continue his tirade of angry thoughts, when something occurred
to him. �Dean,� he began, sitting upright in bed as he spoke. The pillow fell
off the side of the bed, but Ron ignored it. �Why aren�t you at the dance? I
thought you were going with Parvati.� Dean began to sketch again, and Ron
wondered if he�d even spoken. Was it possible that he was so angry he was
literally driving himself mad? Ron was just about to go check himself into the
infirmary, when Dean said, �Things didn�t go as planned.� Ron�s gaze focused
again on Dean just in time to see the dark skinned boy wipe a tear from his
cheek. He froze, unsure of what to say. He�d always felt useless whenever he�d
seen Ginny cry, and found that seeing another bloke cry was just� awkward.

�Er�� he said, at a loss for words. Should he
leave? Should he go and find Seamus? All the times in his life that he�d ever
cried, he�d always turned to one of his brothers. Even Fred and George could be
understanding in certain circumstances. He sighed, and said the only thing he
could think of. �Do you want to talk about it?�

Dean�s eyes locked with his again, and Ron
found that there were more tears there. Oh gods, he thought to himself.
Dean closed his sketchbook, setting it on the small shelf next to his
four-poster, before walking over to Ron�s bed. He sat at the end of Ron�s bed,
his body was stiff and Ron knew he wasn�t the only one who was feeling awkward
with the whole situation. He shifted so that he was sitting closer to Dean, and
ran a hand through his hair. What felt like hours passed, but Dean remained
silent. Ron wondered if he should say something. He took in a deep breath and
held it as he brought a hand up to rest on Dean�s shoulder. Was this what he
was supposed to do?

Dean turned to look at Ron, his eyes traveling
down the length of the red head�s body. Ron felt himself blush, and knew he
must look horrible with the color of his skin clashing with his hair. If Dean noticed,
he didn�t say anything. He licked his lips, and Ron felt himself blush deeper. Is
he going to make a pass at me?

�I�m in love with Seamus,� Dean said, his
voice wavering. Ron�s jaw dropped somewhere past his bellybutton, and he found
himself at a loss for words, which was very rare for him. Dean�s eyes were
boring into his again, and Ron had the decency to close his mouth. He cleared
his throat and nodded, trying to appear unaffected by what Dean had said, while
�subtly� scooting away from him. It was quite impossible for Ron to do anything
subtly and he saw Dean�s eyes narrow in annoyance as Ron scooted to the other
end of the bed.

�I�m not a poof, Ron,� Dean spoke tersely.

�Right,� Ron said, his voice a bit higher than
usual. �But you�ve just said-�

�I know what I�ve just said!� Dean
spat, his eyes flaring. Ron gulped. He really wasn�t interested in getting into
a fist fight with Dean Thomas. Body wise, they were about equals and Ron wasn�t
sure who�d come out on top in a fight. He didn�t want to find out, either.

�Right, right, of course not!� he said,
nodding his head emphatically. And then, because he couldn�t help himself,
�It�s just that when a boy loves another boy, it�s assumed that-�

�Oh, you�re one to talk, Ron!� Dean yelled
angrily. He arose from Ron�s bed and stood in front of him. The effect was
terrifying. From where he was seated, Ron could see up Dean�s uniform and found
that the black boy was very muscular. He knew he�d lose in a fight. He wished
he hadn�t lain his wand on the small table on the other side of his bed.

�Come off it!� Dean continued, and Ron
realized that Dean had been waiting for him to say something. �We all know
you�re in love with Harry!� At that, Ron rose from his spot and was now nose to
nose with Dean.

�What in bloody blazes are you on about?!� he
screamed, his fists balling at his sides. He didn�t care if he lost. He wasn�t
going to let anyone spread nonsense rumors about him.

�You know damn well you�ve got a thing for
Potter!� Dean shouted back. �Ever since that thing back in fourth year, with
you being the thing he�d miss the most. And how you follow him around with that
look in your eyes. Oh come on,� he said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
�I know you�re upset about Harry and Hermione being together because you�re in
love with him not her, and you know it, too!� He seemed to
deflate a little now that he�d spoken his bit, and sat down heavily on Harry�s
bed. Ron could only huff stupidly, wanting badly to punch Dean in his dumb,
queer face hard enough to stop the voice in the back of his head that was
telling him that Dean was right�

He flopped down onto his bed, turning his back
on Dean as he�d done earlier. To hell with him! he thought, bitterly. Try
to help a bloke out and all they do is spread lies to your face. He felt
the urge to throw things building up in him, and he bit his bottom lip to calm
himself down. He heard Dean moving about behind him, but he didn�t turn around.

�Ron�� Dean�s voice was soft and a bit sad.
Ron felt himself calming down at the sound of it. �Ron, I�m sorry.� Ron sighed
and turned to face Dean. He was standing again, leaning against Ron�s bedpost.
His hands were in his pockets, and he looked so� vulnerable. Any trace of anger
he�d felt vanished. Ron nodded his head.

�It�s alright,� he said, unable to meet Dean�s
gaze. �It�s true anyway�� he said, surprised at how easily the words came out.
He�d known all along, but he�d thought he�d hid it well. Hell, he�d even tried
to hide it from himself! But he knew now that it had been useless. The bed
dipped as Dean sat down beside him. Ron licked his lips, finally bringing his
head up to face the dark skinned boy. He opened his mouth to apologize, but
before he could get the words out, Dean�s lips were pressed against his. Ron
froze, allowing the boy to kiss him, but he didn�t kiss back. It wasn�t Dean
that he was in love with.

When Dean broke away, Ron tried to speak
again, but Dean cut him off.

�It�s okay, Ron,� he said quietly. �I�m in
love with Seamus, and you�re in love with Harry.� He looked around the room.
�But Seamus is at the dance with Parvati and Harry is at the dance with
Hermione. You�re here� and you�ll do for now.� He smiled a little at what he�d
said, and Ron smiled, too. It was wrong, really. It was shitty, but at the
moment he didn�t care. When Dean kissed him again, Ron kissed back. He wrapped
his arms around the other boy�s waist, and he opened his mouth so that Dean�s
tongue could slip inside. Their tongues tangled together and Ron moaned as
Dean�s hand slid underneath his shirt. He felt himself getting hard and he
moved closer to the black boy, rubbing his erection against Dean�s thigh. The
taller boy put his hand on Ron�s shoulder and gently pushed him down until his
was lying on his back. Dean crawled on top of him until their bodies were
almost perfectly aligned. He bucked his hips forward, grinding their erections
together.

�Ahh, fuck, Dean,� Ron groaned as Dean�s lips
traveled down his neck. �What a wonderful time we�d all have together,�
Hermione had said. But this was better than any dance. Much
better. Ron made a mental note to thank Hermione and Parvati later.

�Clothes�,� Dean said breathily. �In the way.�
That was all Ron needed to hear. He began to unbutton his shirt, as Dean worked
on his trousers. In minutes Ron�s uniform and pants lay strewn across the floor
and Dean�s uniform followed suit. Ron hissed as he felt the black boy�s hand
close around his cock. No one had ever touched him like that before. It was brilliant.
Dean�s hand pulled away and Ron groaned at the loss of contact.

�Impatient git,� Dean said, chuckling. He
grabbed Ron�s wand from the bedside table and pointed it at his hand, murmuring
a spell Ron had never heard before. Dean�s hand filled with a clear gel. Ron�s
eyes widened as he realized what it was and what it implied. His mouth went
dry, but Dean only smiled at him.

�I�m gonna fuck you, Weasley,� he growled into
the redhead�s ear. �And you�re going to like it.�

�For someone so quiet,� Ron said huskily as
Dean�s tongue delved into his ear. �You sure are blunt.� Dean chuckled before
wrapping the hand full of lubricant around his cock and stroking it. Ron�s cock
twitched at the sight, and he didn�t care if it would hurt. He wanted to
be fucked. He felt Dean�s slicked finger poking at his entrance and took a deep
breath. Dean�s mouth closed over his as his finger entered him. Ron groaned at
how uncomfortable it felt. He shifted his hips trying to dislodge Dean�s finger,
and he felt it brush against something.

�Ungh,� Ron moaned around Dean�s tongue as
jolts of electricity spread through his body. He continued to shift his hips,
attempting to get that feeling again. When Dean added a second finger, Ron�s
body tensed again and he stilled. A chocolate hand wrapped around his cock and
stroked as Dean�s fingers pushed in and out of his arse. Ron growled as
pleasure mixed with pain and he found himself nearing climax.

�Gonna� come,� he panted, wanting the feelings
to never stop.

�Not yet,� was Dean�s reply and he nearly
screamed in annoyance when Dean removed his fingers from Ron�s arse. His body
went rigid again as he felt Dean�s cock press against him.

�Breathe in,� Dean instructed, and Ron took in
a deep breath. The black boy�s cock pushed into him simultaneously, and Ron
felt as though he were being ripped open.

�Ahh, fuckfuckfuckfuck�� he muttered. He
licked his lips and remained stiff as Dean moved his hips forward. �Hurry�� he
begged, wanting it to be over. If he�d known it would be so painful, he
would�ve insisted on being the fucker instead of the fuckee. And
although fuckee wasn�t a real word, Ron could�ve cared less because Dean�s cock
had hit that spot again. �Ahhh, yesss,� he cried, surprised at how vocal
he was being. His hips moved forward at the same time as Dean�s and they
developed a rhythm. He was almost overwhelmed when Dean�s hand again wrapped
around his cock and stroked in time with their rhythm. He was close, so fucking
close.

�Dean, I�m gonna�� he breathed out, his eyes
closing in ecstasy.

�Fuck,� he heard Dean growl and that was all
it took. He came hard, his cock twitching with the effort of it. His
eyes opened and he could see a line of semen, his semen, on Dean�s hand.
If he weren�t so spent he�d have come again from that sight. Correction,
he thought as he watched Dean throw his head back, his mouth streaming
obscenities as he came. I could come again from this sight.

Dean collapsed
on top of him, and Ron wrapped his arms around him, content to fall asleep
exactly like this. He kissed Dean�s forehead as his eyelids fluttered lazily.

"That was brilliant," he whispered, and felt the brown skinned boy
nod in agreement. "Stay with me tonight," he added, not caring how
desperate the words sounded. Again, Dean nodded in agreement. He sat up and Ron
frowned at the loss of contact, but it was only to wave Ron's wand at the pile
of clothes on the floor. They were all swept under Ron's bed, and he smiled as
Dean closed the bedcurtains around them. Ron grabbed Dean's hand and pulled the
taller boy toward him. He snuggled close, loving the sight of pale skin against
dark skin. He decided that it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His
eyes closed almost of the their own accord and he soon drifted off to sleep. He
noted with a bit of sadness later on that although he'd fallen asleep in Dean's
arms, it was Harry whom he'd dreamed about.
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