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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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I lay away for a long time. Not fighting sleep out of fear, just thinking about the day. Thinking about how I ended up sleeping with another man and thinking about how right it felt. I haven’t had such a good day in, I can’t even think back that far. It would have to have been 5^th year, when I didn’t have anything to worry about other than school and making Potter’s life miserable. Today I ate, laughed, played a game, was relaxed, and… I find I’m embarrassed to think about what we did. Not because I am embarrassed but because I’ve never done anything like that with anyone and I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t ideal as I had no clue what I was doing. But it seemed to have worked based on Weasley’s verbal and physical reactions. Thinking of that caused me to smile and I could feel myself blushing. The touching was incredible, but when I think about the way his mouth felt on me I can feel myself getting hard again. I’m amazed by this. I really felt that was something that would never happen again, hell I didn’t think I would see the light of day again so anything more is just an added bonus. My eyes get heavy and I focus on Weasley’s shallow breathing and the way his hot breath blows across my neck as I lay pressed against him. I drift into a dreamless sleep.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and sun spilling across the bed. I really need to get curtains. I never realized how obnoxious that was until I started sleeping. I smile when I see Malfoy beside me. Who would have thought that one, I would smile when I see Malfoy and two, that we would ever be in bed together. I’m on my back and he’s on his side facing me. His hands curled under his cheek, hair in his face.
                I can’t make him breakfast like he made me yesterday but I want to do something for him. I’m really afraid he’s going to think this is all physical and it’s not. At least not to me. It was great but I like this too. It’s like my brain missed the last 5 years. I went from just wanting to touch girls and snog and now I really like just being close to him. There is a level of trust in sleeping next to someone.
                I slip out of bed and throw robs over my pajamas and slip my feet into my boots. I don’t bother with washing my face or brushing my teeth or hair. I disapperate to the nearest bakery and get muffins, cinnamon rolls and bagels. Then I go to the store and get fruit, milk, juice, and tea.
                I get back to my place and check on Malfoy. Still sleeping. I set the water on the stove and then rush to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth and hair. I put on a clean shirt and then arrange the food on a tray, one of the weird things my mom gave me when I got my apartment that had never been used before now, pour us both a cup of tea and head into the bedroom.
                I place the try on the table and then try to figure out if I’ve made a mistake because I don’t want to wake him. I look at the clock. It’s 10:45. We went to be kind of early last night and we didn’t actually eat dinner. How weird, I’m thinking about food again.
                I brush the hair out of his face and he stirs, turning his face into the pillow and moaning. I smile and sit beside him. “Good morning.”
                “Mmff.”
                “I have food.”
                He turns his head so that one eye is revealed and he squints at me.
                “How did you sleep?” I ask.
                “Surprisingly well. Two nights in a row. My body and brain won’t know what to do with all of that rest. I may remember what a git you are.”
                He smiles at me when he says this but my stomach drops. The thought of him not talking to me anymore upsets me. I must have seen something cross my face because he sits up. “What’s wrong?”
                “I… nothing.”
                “Please don’t do that. I don’t have the energy for bullshit.”
                “What if you do remember how much you hate me?”
                “Hated, not hate. I’m well aware of how I felt about you in school. I didn’t think about you, or anyone else for that matter, for the last 4 years. I hadn’t thought about you until the first time we saw each other and it all came flooding back.” He lifts his hand like he wants to touch me but drops it.
                We are both still so nervous around each other. I guess that’s normal. I think any new relationship would be that way, but to be blind sided with being attracted to a guy makes it a little harder.
                “I had no feelings whatsoever about anything when I got here. Everything now is new.”
                I nod at him.
                “So you said you had food?” He asked, adjusting to a seated position and leaning against the headboard. I sat at the foot of the bed and put the try between us. We spent the morning talking about things we used to like to do before.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                I spend the week applying for jobs an going for interviews. I’ve been to Florish and Blotts, Obscurus Books, Slug and Jiggers, and St. Mungos. Not a lot of people interested in meeting with me after they heard my name. Once upon a time I could bully my way into anything. I have no urge to bully. I just want a life. I talked my way into interviews and kept searching the Daily Prophet for other job opportunities. Things I never thought I would be doing. I’m holding off on applying at the Leaky Cauldron or Magical Menagerie.
                But during the entire week I keep thinking about Weasley. We sleep together just about every night. Just sleep, we don’t hold each other or anything. I think we both like having someone close. I want to touch but I don’t know how to go about this. I don’t want to be pushy or needy, but I keep thinking back to that night we were… together. I would really like to do that again but I feel stupid just bringing it up. However, I can’t stop thinking about it and I find myself reaching toward him when we’re just sitting together. I think about it when I’m in the shower, where I find that I need to address my arousal with more frequency that I would have thought possible considering that two weeks ago I was almost physically dead, a least in my opinion. I spend a lot of time picturing what I would like to do to Weasley but I don’t know what to do.
                That Friday I can’t stand it anymore. I need to know where we are. We’ve avoided any type of touching and we haven’t talked about what we did. I think that he feels the same way I do. But I need to figure it out. Weasley is going to Potter’s house again for dinner. He said he won’t be late and asked me to wait up for him. I eat a light dinner and take a shower and brush my teeth. Then I sit in his bedroom reading while I wait for him. I hear the pop of his apperation and I blow out the candle. I have a plan… please let it work.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                I apperate into my living room and look around. It’s dark. I had asked Malfoy to wait up for me. I pull my robes off and hang them up. Dinner at Harry’s and Ginny’s had gone well. I felt more comfortable than I did last week.
                I walk into my bedroom and before I get all the way through my door someone grabs me by the front of my shirt and pulls me in. For a split second I’m ready to fight back, I’m reaching for my wand when I’m pushed against the wall and lips are crushed against mine. I’m so shocked that it takes me a minute to realize that it’s Malfoy. Once I do I respond to the kiss.
                He runs his tongue over my bottom lip and I moan against him. I’ve thought about him all week and have been terrified of doing something that will make him uncomfortable. This is like a dream come true. His hands are at my waist tugging my shirt, untucking it. He pulls it up and over my head and throws it behind him. He kisses my throat and I feel my nipples getting hard along with my dick. He flicks his tongue over one of my nipples and then sucks it into his mouth. I moan again and pull his shirt over his head. He stands back up and presses against me. The feel of his skin on mine is incredible, we kiss again. Long and slow, not quite as desperate, but still with some urgency and passion. I fight to remove my boots without separating from his kiss. He kisses down my throat again and lightly bites the curve of my neck.
                “Bloody Hell, Malfoy.” I murmur as his hands are working to undo my belt and my jeans. Hot hands on my skin send shivers through my body. He works my pants down and drops to his knees in front of me.
                What the fuck!? I let out an involuntary moan before he even touches me.
                I can feel his breath across my twitching cock. He runs one hand up my thigh and wraps his fingers around the base of my dick and licks up the underside of my, along the vain to the head. My knees give out slightly and I’m afraid I’m going to collapse on him. He runs his tongue around the ridge and then the slit. Then without warning he sucks me into his mouth.
                “Shit.” It comes out more of a hiss, as my body spasms against the wall.
                The wet heat of his mouth is enough to send me over the edge. I run my fingers through his hair as he takes me completely into his mouth.
                “Malfoy…” I moan his name.
                “Hmm?” The vibration of his response causes my breath to catch and my fingers to tighten in his hair.
                The only noises in the room are my rasping breathing and the wet sucking sounds that come from Malfoy taking me repeatedly into his mouth as far as possible. He puts his hands on my ass and pulls me to him, trying to push me farther into his throat. He sucks and swallow, his tongue squeezing and rubbing my cock. He sucks all the way up until my head leaves his mouth with a soft pop. Then he’s kissing down the side of me. Alternating between his lips and his tongue, once or twice lightly dragging his teeth over me sending more shivers through my body and I don’t think I can hold out much longer. He kisses my thigh and then raps his hand around me and slides it up and down while he sucks my balls into his mouth.
                “FUCK!” the word is forced out as my body doubles over. He works his hand up and down on me increasing speed and pressure while working my balls around in his mouth, licking and sucking. Then he’s back on my dick, sucking, licking and kissing. I see white lights popping behind my eyelids.
                “Malfoy, I’m...” I breathe out.
                As soon as the first jet of my cum hits the back of his throat he takes me out of his mouth and jacks me off while I cum on his chin, neck, and chest, I can hear him let out a moan as I stand there with my head back and my eyes squeeze shut. When the last drop leaves me I reach down and pull him up.
                I half push, half carry him to the bed where I push him down. He’s wearing pajama pants so there are no fasteners to mess with. I pull his pants off of him and dispose of mine. I crawl over him and lay on him. I kiss him and nibble on his bottom lip. His hands are on my back, squeezing and scratching. Our cocks rubbing together, his so hard it hurts when it’s pressed against me. He wiggles under me creating friction between us. I kiss down his neck to his chest, I taste my cum on him as I kiss down his chest to his stomach. I slide his legs apart and kneel between them.
                I run my hand up his thigh and cup his balls. He moans as I roll them around in my hand. I lean down and kiss along his inner thigh and then replace my hand with my mouth and suck his balls into my mouth. Malfoy’s body jerks and his legs try to come together. I gently push them out and start to kiss up the bottom of his shaft. Every now and then lightly licking the smooth skin. He lets out a guttural moan that is incredibly arousing.
                I place a kiss on the tip of his head and then run my tongue along the slit tasting his precum. I love the taste of him and I’m surprised at that realization. His hips buck and his dick is thrust into my mouth. Not that I mind, I smile around him as I take him farther into my mouth. He moans again and remembering the feeling of him humming with me in his mouth I moan back at him. His body spasms and he grabs a hand full of my hair. I work him all the way into my mouth to the back of my throat and just a bit beyond, going slow but continuing to lick and suck. I want to take him all the way in. I want to wrap my lips around the base of his dick. I do and then I swallow around him letting my throat tighten on his impossibly hard dick.
                “Oh…” Malfoy moans. I realize I find that very sexy. I’m learning a lot about myself tonight.
                I draw him out of my mouth and just suck the head of his dick back into my mouth while using my hand on the rest of him. I take more of him back into my mouth every time I go down. I increase the speed and the amount of pressure of both my hand and my mouth. Every him he indicates that he’s ready to cum I slow down and lick instead of suck. I bring him to the brink 3 times before I’m willing to let it end. By now his hand is completely knotted in my hair and he’s grunting through what sounds like clenched teeth.
                The last time I pull back before he starts to cum and use my hand. I can feel his hot cum running over my hand and I pump up and down. I continue until he’s completely done. When he’s done I quickly reach down for my jeans and grab my wand and clean us up. Then I crawl up beside him and lay on my stomach half on him with my arm wrapped around him.
                “Weasley… we need to talk.”
                My eyes pop open, Are you fucking kidding me? One, I’m not sure I have the brain capacity right now to talk and two, NOTHING good ever comes from those words.
                “About what?” I whisper, trying to hide my fear.
                “Us.”
                Fuck. “What about us?”
                “I like you. I like you more than I ever thought I could, but I’ll admit I’m still kind of nervous and unsure about all of this. Partly because I’ve never been in a real relationship…” he stops abruptly.
                I prop myself up on my elbow. “What?”
                “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t assume… I…”
                My brain is a little slow and I’m not sure what I missed.
                “Shouldn’t assume what?”
                “That we… have a… “
                “Oh!” I got it, I’m caught up now. “Do you want us to? Because I have to tell you I’ve been terrified to talk to you about any of this?”
                “Terrified? Why?”
                Damn, my brain let my mouth start talking. I’m still sluggish.
                I reluctantly answer. “Because. I was afraid I wanted more than you and I didn’t want to embarrass myself or be rejected” I’m glad it’s dark because he can’t see the pitiful look I know is on my face.
                He laughs and I can feel it vibrate through him.
                “So you want something?” He asks.
                I grab my wand again and light the candle by my bed. I look him straight in the eyes, the candle light dancing in the sliver.
                “Yes. I do. I think about you all the time. I love spending time with you, getting to know you from before and us learning together who we are now. But I wouldn’t act on it because I didn’t know how you felt. Every night we sleep together I want to put my arm around you or at least lay so that we are touching. I want to run my hand through your hair when I walk past you when you are reading on the couch. I want to kiss you good morning, when I come home and before I go to sleep. I should probably stop talking right now.” I’m glad he can’t see me blushing.
                “Really? You want all of that?”
                I brush his hair out of his face. “Yes.”
                “So what does this mean?” he asks.
                “I guess it depends on how you feel.”
                “I feel the same way. It almost hurts to lay here with you every night and not touch you. I want to be with you.”
                We stare at each other for a moment or two and then smile. I lean up and place a soft kiss on his lips.
                “I want to be with you too.” I tell him.
                “It’s official then?”
                “Yes.” We kiss; a warm, slow, deep, passionate kiss. My chest feels likes it’s being flooded with light and my stomach flips a little. He’s mine, I’m his.
~~*~~*~~*~~
                My last thought before I fall asleep wrapped in Weasley’s arms is that my plan seemed to go even better than expected. I fall asleep with a smile on my face and a warmth in my heart.
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