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Demons	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N = Things progress here, that is your warning. : )
I wake up before Weasley. We’re facing each other but not touching. I take a minute to study him. He looks younger when he’s actually sleeping and not being eaten alive by his guilt. I check the clock. It’s 11:48. We slept for a very long time.
I slept the whole night without nightmares and I didn’t hear any noise from Weasley either. The last time I slept with absolutely no dreams was the night he tried to kill himself and we fell asleep sitting against the wall. Before I give myself time to wonder about that I get up and go to the bathroom. I actually feel hungry. I decide to test out my new cooking skills and I head to my apartment to get the cookbook that Julie left for me and the ingredients for pancakes. I bring them back to Weasley’s apartment and get to work as quietly as possible. I’m just taking the first two out of the pan when Weasley shuffles in. His eyes heavy with sleep and his hair sticking up in a variety of directions.
“That smells good.”
“Are you hungry?” I ask. It’s more than just a polite conversational question and he knows it. He sits at the table and seems to think for a minute.
“I think I might be.” He looks up at me uncertainly.
“Try to eat one. I can make more if I need to. I just hope they taste good.”
“Where did you find the stuff to make them?” he looked around.
“I brought them from my place. You have less food than I do and the food you do have is questionable.”
I place a pancake in front of him and a glass of juice. It’s almost normal. Real food, sitting at the table. As I set my plate down, with two pancakes, Weasley grabs my wrist. I stop and look at him. Trying to ignore the little tingles I feel at his touch, a touch that isn’t violent, that wasn’t hesitant, that wasn’t scared.
“Thank you for staying last night. I didn’t have any more nightmares after you woke me. I don’t know what you did, but thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything. I’m sorry if it was inappropriate to stay with you … the way I did.”
“No. No it was…nice.” He lets go of my wrist but lets his hand run over mine before completely letting go. A shiver runs up my spine. It’s an interesting feeling.
“I told Harry about my… issues last night.”
I pause with a bite of pancake midway to my mouth. “Oh.” I lower the pancake and my stomach flips.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Ah, nothing. I just wasn’t expecting to be called an issue.” I can feel my cheeks flush and I hate myself for it.
“What? I.. NO! No, no, no.” He’s shaking his head. “I told him about MY issues. I didn’t mention my feelings for you, which, in my opinion are NOT an issue.”
“Oh.” Now I’m embarrassed.
“I told him about the nightmares, about trying to kill myself, about not eating or sleeping. All of it. I told him about our fights and how you saved me. How being with you helps me. I didn’t tell him about what I said to you the other night, about how I feel. I figured it was a bit too much for him to handle.”
“How did he handle what you told him?”
“He was shocked and upset. I think he understood by the end though. I told him I’d talk to him about how I’m feeling but that I’d probably talk to you first since you understand.”
He looks down at his empty plate. “Huh. Guess I was hungry. Where you serious about making more?”
“Yes.” I finish my pancakes and get up to make more.
“Do you want me to do anything?”
“No, I’ve got it.” I say as I pour batter into the pan.
“So, do you have any plans for today?”
I laugh before I respond. “No. Being as I can’t get anywhere or see any of my old friends my plans are the same as always. I’ll sit around and read.”
“Would you want to do something… with… me? I thought maybe, only if you want to, but I thought we might try something that doesn’t involve broken noses.”
“That would be a definite change from or normal activities. But honestly, I’m still not real comfortable with being out.”
“Do you play chess? I have my wizard chess set. I haven’t played in years but I’m fairly decent.”
I slide two more pancakes onto his plate and one onto mine. I sit down before I answer.
“Yeah, I play.”
“Would you want to?”
Such normal activities. Things I never thought I would be doing again. “Sure. But I would like to take a shower and change first.”
Weasley smiles at me. A full smile. Not the sad closed lipped smiles that I normally see. He smiles a bright smile that reaches his eyes. I feel my stomach flip a little as I return a shy, slightly embarrassed smile.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                I clean up the dishes when Malfoy goes back to his place. If he’s taking a shower I probably should too. I got my ass kicked at work yesterday and then woke up sweating in the middle of the night.
                I shower and shave, but on some clean clothes and realize I’m just about out of those. I brush my teeth and my hair and realize that I feel nervous. This isn’t a date. Is it? We’re just hanging out here playing chess. What if he gets hungry? I have no food. I throw on my boots and disapperate to the nearest store. I pick up some bottles of butterbeer, crisps, pumpkin juice, stuff to make sandwiches, is this enough? I hope so. I pay and get home and finish putting the stuff away before Malfoy walks in.
                His hair is still damp from his shower and I find that I want to touch his hair. He’s wearing muggle clothes as am I. I had kicked my boots off when I got home so I was running around in my socks. He’s wearing those thin slip on shoes that he was given when he got out of Azkaban.
                “Hey. Do you want to play in here or on the table in the sitting room?”
                “The sitting room.”
                “Do you want something to drink? I have Butterbeer and pumpkin juice.”
                “When did you get those? There was nothing but rotten food in your refrigerator this morning.”
                “I ran out and got some stuff. So do you want something or not?”
                “Pumpkin juice.”
                I hand him is drink and we head to the sitting room where I pull my very dusty chess set down.
                We set up in silence. We were pretty evenly matched and I barely won. I did a celebratory lap around the room with my arms above my head.
                “Very mature Weasley.”
                “Not normally a word used to describe me. But I’ll take it. Thank you for noticing.”
                “Rematch.” Malfoy says as he sets up the pieces again.
                We’re both a little more intense with this game. Urging and cheering our pieces on. Our second game was long but this time Malfoy had won.
                “Do you concede defeat Weasley?”
                “What? NO! We’re tied. There is no defeat.”
                “Then a tie breaker.”
                “Seriously, a third game of chess. My arse is falling asleep.” I almost whine.
                “That’s because it’s a bony ass.”
                “Well, since you’ve noticed. Feel free to check out my bony ass as I go get us something to eat. What do you want to drink?”
                I turned to wait for his answer and noticed his cheeks flame pink at my comment about him checking out my ass. I chuckle and go to the kitchen. I make some sandwiches and pour the crisps in a bowl. I grab two bottles of pumpkin juice and head back in and set the food on the table by the board. Malfoy grabbed one right away. We’re both eating. That has to be a good sign.
                We play a vicious third game. We both want to win but we’re both laughing. I’ve not laughed this hard in… I can’t remember when. At one point Malfoy threw a pillow at me and hit me in the face after I took one of his knights.
                “Checkmate Weasley!” he throws his hands up in triumph.
                “Whatever, you cheat.” I say getting up and rubbing my very numb butt cheeks.
                “I do NOT cheat! You are a poor looser!”
                “There may be some truth to that.” I pick the pillow up that he had thrown at me and go to put it on the couch again when I decided to hit him with it. I may have hit him harder than I intended since he fell over. He sat up and glared at me as I try to hold in my laughter.
                “Oops.”
                “You are a child.”
                The pompous look on his face causes me to start laughing all over again.
                I fall back on the couch and swing the pillow at him again. He blocks it and rips it from my hand.
                “A child.”
                He’s still sitting on the floor to the right of me. He starts packing up the chess pieces and I find myself watching him. The smooth curve of his neck, his long thin fingers. Without realizing it I reach out and brush my fingers over the back of his neck and through his hair.
                He stops moving and I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong or not. I’ll wait for him to tell me. I just keep brushing my fingers across his neck, behind his ears, through his hair. He never moves. I’m very nervous as to what he’s thinking. I grasp the back of his neck and give a gentle squeeze, massaging his neck. He leans his head forward and closes his eyes. I never take my hand off of him but I adjust the way I’m sitting so that he’s leaning back between my legs. I rub his shoulders and down his back. I can feel his spine and his ribs. I’m terrified of hurting him.
                We’re completely silent as I continue to run my hands over his head, neck, back and shoulders as the sun sets and my flat fills with darkness.   I bite my lip as I run my hands down his arms. I can’t seem to stop touching him and I can feel myself starting to get hard. I should probably stop. My brain says to stop but I find myself leaning forward and placing a small kiss at the base of his smooth pale neck. He breaths in in shock and holds it. He’s not given me any indication that I’ve done anything wrong so I do it again. A little higher, almost to his ear. I really need to stop. I kiss the tender spot just behind his right ear and he lets out a sigh. My breathing has become shallow. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m uncomfortably hard right now and I should call an end to the night and take another shower. I’ve not had an erection since 7^th year. I run my hands over his shoulders again, down his arm and back up and then down his chest. I can’t see his face and he can’t see mine, I think that is the only reason I’m bold enough to do this. My chest hurts and I want to touch more of him. I slide off the couch and onto the floor pushing him forward so I can sit between him and the couch. I wrap my arms around his waist and rub his chest and his stomach. Run my hands down his thighs. I kiss his neck and nip his earlobe. He jerks and moans. I gently turn him so that he can face me. His eyes are glassy and he’s chewing his lip. I run a thumb over his lip and remove it from between his teeth. I lean forward and kiss his lip where it had become red and puffy. I can feel his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths. I run a hand into his hair and pull him to me in a soft kiss. He turns himself so that he is on his knees facing me. Our kiss deepens and he leans up onto his knees so that my head is tilted back, my hands falling to his waist. His hands go to my hair and I believe I let out a very masculine whimper. He moves closer to me and ends up brushing my throbbing cock with his knee. I involuntarily let out a groan of pain. I’ve never been this hard. He jerks back from me. I can see the lights from outside reflecting in his eyes.
                “I’m sorry.” he whispers.
                “No, you didn’t do anything. I’m fine, it’s fine.” He looks into my eyes a moment longer and then pulls me over to the side so that we are lying on the floor facing each other. His hand is on my waist and we look into each other’s eyes without speaking. I may not be as bold now that I can see his face. He slowly slides his hand under my shirt. My whole body convulses with the heat of his touch. I’m going to cum if this doesn’t end. I’m going to embarrass myself to death. He runs his fingers lightly up my side and I break out in goose bumps and my nipples get hard.
                “Fuck.” the word rushes out of my mouth. “I’m sorry Malfoy. This has to stop. I’m… I…” How do you say that you are going to cum in your pants without sounding pathetic?
                He runs his thumb over my nipple and I grab his hand. “Seriously. I’m sorry. I have to stop this. I… I’m going to do something to embarrass myself and I really don’t want to do that.”
                He knows. He can see it in my eyes. I can tell. “I don’t want it to stop.” he whispers. This confession does nothing to help my current state.
                “Malfoy. Please.” I’m begging.
                He sucks in his bottom lip and moves with the speed of a seeker. He wraps his hand around my aching cock and gives it a gentle squeeze.
                “SHIT!” grunted through clenched teeth as I lose it. My body jerks and convulses as he rubs me through my jeans. I swear it will never end. When it does I hang my head, I’ve never felt so embarrassed in my life.
                “I’m so sorry.” I whisper to him.
                He doesn’t say anything but leans in and kisses me. I’m humiliated and I don’t know what to do. Malfoy fumbles behind him on the table and hands me my wand. It takes me a minute to realize what is going on and I case a cleaning spell and can feel my clothes dry. He takes my wand from me and puts it back on the table. Then he’s kissing my jaw and down my neck. It feels incredible. I’ve never been kissed this way or touched this way. He slides his hand up my shirt and continues to push it and I realize that he’s trying to remove it. I adjust and help him slide it over my head. I’m a bit self conscious due to how thin I’ve become. He kisses my neck again and I let out a small moan. He kisses my collarbone and my chest. I can’t believe this is happening.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                Light rushes through me as Weasley brushes his fingers across my neck. I’ve not been touched in so long in any capacity and he’s hugged me, held me and kissed me. For some reason, they way his hands are lightly running across my skin, this seems like the most intimate touch yet. I can’t speak. It feels incredible. I just stay still and let him continue. I feel like I should be doing something to him but I don’t want this to stop. Parts of my body awake that have long been dormant. I feel a stirring in my groin that I’ve not felt in years.
                Weasley sits down behind me and starts to rub my chest and thighs. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. He turns me and runs his thumb over my lip and then kisses me. I want more and turn all the way to him and before I know it I’m guiding him to the floor. I could tell how hard he was. He was trying to get me to stop but I didn’t want to. I wanted more. I wanted to be touched and I wanted to touch him.
                “Malfoy, please.” he begs. I grab his cock through his jeans, I knew what would happen and it was ok. His body jerked so hard that I thought he was having a fit. I could feel his cock pumping out spurt after spurt of his cum. He was embarrassed but I handed him his wand hoping he knew what I was saying. I’m afraid to speak. He gets it, he understands.
                He helps me pull his shirt off of him and I kiss his neck and chest. I feel his hand move up my side and under my shirt and he’s trying to remove mine. I help and we lay there chest to chest, the warmth of his skin making me harder. I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t even know what I’m doing I just know how incredible it feels and how I want more.
                He rolls me to my back and starts to kiss me. He licks one of my nipples and I gasp. He groans in reply. As he’s kissing my chest he’s rubbing my stomach, running his pinky finger under the band of my jeans. How can you want something so bad and be so scared of it at the same time? Without my permission my hips press up toward Weasley’s hand. His hand stops moving at the button of my jeans and I almost want to beg him to touch me but I almost want to beg him to stop. He hesitates long enough that I realize he is giving me time to decide, like he knows what was in my head. This time my brain tells my hips to push into his hand. He takes the hint and undoes the button and works the zipper down. It’s hard to breath and I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate. Weasley notices the change and stops all movement. He looks at me and all I see is concern. I can tell he won’t do anything else if I don’t want him to. I take deep calming breaths and pull him back to me to kiss him. I lightly bite his lower lip and he moans against my mouth and that sends a shiver through my body causing more of a strain in my pants. His hand is resting on my stomach and I cover it with my own hand and guide him back to where he had left off. He runs his fingers over the hair that forms a trail to a place no one has ever been. He slides his fingers under the elastic of my boxers and I can feel my chest tighten with anticipation. His knuckles brush against the head of my cock and my body jerks at just the mere touch. I believe I will find myself fin the same predicament that Weasley was in. My head is swimming and I want to feel him touching me. He moves slowly, sliding his hand down toward my thigh then on the way back up he trails his fingers over my balls and then up my length before wrapping his fingers around me. He slides his thumb over my slick head and slides his hand up and down. I press my face to Weasley’s shoulder, my senses on overload. It’s over in seconds and when I cum I bite Weasley’s shoulder which results him moaning. I cum all over his hand and my body spasms.
                Weasley grabs his wand and cleans us both. He then lays beside me and just trails his fingers up and down my chest and stomach. The feeling is incredible and even more incredible I feel myself getting hard again. Maybe 6 years of nothing results in a quicker turnaround time. I wonder if Weasley is in the same situation I am. I roll to my side and face him. I return the favor of light touches over sensitive skin. His eyes close and he moans. I find that to be just as exciting as the touching itself. I slide my hand over his stomach and down to his pants where I’m surprised and excited to find that he is indeed hard again. I work his pants open and pull out his cock. My brain is no longer working. I’m following every other part of my body. I push him to his back and kneel over him. Kissing him on the lips, the neck, the chest. I lick his nipple and he moans. I kiss down to his stomach to his belly button and just beyond. Weasley has his hand on my back and he freezes.
                “Malfoy?” he whispers.
                “Hmm?” I answer against his stomach.
                “Um. Are you going to…”
                “Um hmm.” again against his stomach.
                “You don’t have to. I don’t want you to think…”
                “I want to.”
                “Oh.”
                I grab his pants at his hips and wiggle them down to mid thigh. He’s larger than I imagined and I’m not sure I can do what I started out to do. I’ve never done this. Hell I’ve never had it done to me so I don’t even know what I like. I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and he moans which turns me on even more. I’m hesitant and mildly terrified. I lick up the side of his cock, feeling the smooth skin beneath my tongue. Weasley moans loudly. I lick across the head and he bucks up towards my face. That scared me but made me realize I was doing ok.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ve never had a blow job before I’m trying to hold it together. The feel of his hot breath on me and then his tongue caused my brain to overload. I saw stars. Malfoy closes his lips around the head of my cock and sucks. Not hard, but enough to make me think I had lost all the bones in my body. I couldn’t moan or groan. It came out as more of a gargle.
                He sucks again but works more of my cock into his mouth. He is still lightly sucking and running his tongue around the head as he comes back up. He takes me back into his mouth and this time I can feel my head touch the back of his throat. My eyes roll into the back of my head. He starts bobbing his head faster. His tongue working every part of me. The sensitive vein underneath, the ridge, the slit at the head. He sucks harder and I yell out. I want to grab a hold of him but I’m afraid I’ll hurt him. I figure the urge to thrust into his mouth. The heat and softness of his mouth has me close to the edge. Then I feel him cup my balls, rolling them in his hand. He takes me all the way to the root and again I let out a yell. He sucks my head as he runs his fist over the rest of me.
                “I’m cuming. Malfoy…”
                I yell as I cum again. I shoot into his mouth but he doesn’t swallow and I can feel it run down my length. He continues to stroke me as my body shudders and my cock continues to pump.
                He sits back and looks at me and I pull him towards me as he wipes his mouth across the back of his arm. I kiss him and lean him back. I kiss his neck but I’m not as gentle this time. I nip at his pale neck and he squeezes my hips. I suck his nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue, drawing a moan from deep in his throat. Damn that was sexy. I lick and suck my way to his waste and I pause, given him a chance to stop me if he wants. Thankfully he doesn’t. I wrap my hand around his cock and take it into my mouth.
                “OH God.” Malfoy twists his fingers into my hair.
                I lick around the head of his dick and I can feel it twitch in my hand. I lick across the slit, tasting his precum. I suck him into my mouth as far as I can take him. Malfoy’s hand tightens in my hair and he moans again. I alternate between sucking and licking his shaft from bottom to top. His hips thrust up whenever I stop sucking. I grab his hips to keep him still while I continue to suck his dick. It doesn’t take long before Malfoy tells me he’s going to cum. I want to suck him until he does. The force of his load surprises me and I swallow some. I slide my hand up and down him cock as he continues to cum.
                I lay down beside him and cast yet another cleaning spell, over both of us this time. I can’t believe this just happened. it was incredible and I hope that Malfoy feels the same way.
                “Would it be ok if I stayed here tonight?” he asks quietly.
                I smile into the darkness. “Yeah.”
                I sit up and offer him my hand to pull him up. The moonlight reflecting in his hair. We stare at each other for a moment and I brush his hair out of his face. He leans into my hand and I can feel my heart flip over. I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. He uses the restroom while I get changed and I use the restroom while he changes into a pair of pajama pants I leave out for him. He’s in bed when I get back out. He’s curled on his side facing away from me. I’m worried that he regrets what just happened but he wouldn’t stay if he regretted it, would he?
~~*~~*~~*~~
                He slides in behind me and press his body to mine, curling around me. He put his arm around my waist and kisses my neck. I rest my arm on top of his.
                “Good night Draco.” he whispers in my ear.
                I lace my fingers through his and squeeze. I’m still in awe about what happened. between us. I close my eyes and press my back to Weasley’s chest.
                “Good night Ron.” I whisper back.
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