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The Hole	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 7359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Talk

Ron woke, warm, and comfy. His face was buried in Draco’s shoulder, and his arm was draped over his waist. He breathed in contentment, closing his eyes, not ready to get up quite yet.
The feeling of a hand sifting through his hair alerted him to the fact that Malfoy was awake as well, and he lifted his head, prying his eyelids apart, and met a liquid silver stare. Soft lips pressed hesitantly to his, and he let his eyes fall back closed. His heart was racing in an instant, and he was suddenly very aware that he’d woken up in much the same state he had yesterday. The difference was that today, instead of fighting to get away, he pressed closer, deepened the kiss, and rolled nearly on top of the blond.
Draco responded enthusiastically, his hands gripping Ron’s rear, as he’d done the night previous, and pulling the redhead’s hips against his, kissed him as though he were the only oxygen supply in the room. Ron grinned, thankful beyond belief that last night hadn’t been a dream. If he’d woken up to find that Draco was just as distantly close as ever, he’d have been crushed.
A sharp rapping on the door startled them both into stillness, their heads whipping around to stare in horror as the door creaked open. Ron managed to roll off of Malfoy just as Hermione’s eyes peered around the edge of the door.
“Whoops, sorry!” Her face disappeared a moment later, and just as she clicked the door closed, she called through the quickly evaporating crack, “Breakfast is ready.”
“Well, SHE knows.” Draco drawled blandly, staring at the door with an unconcerned stare.
“Nah… You think?” Ron asked, having only a spark of hope that she hadn’t picked up on at least the feelings that they were probably projecting.
“If she doesn’t yet, she will by the end of the day.” Draco surmised, lifting his brows at Ron. “Witch seems to know everything.”
“That she does.” Ron agreed, giving Draco one last longing glance. “Suppose we’d better get up before she comes barging back in.”
“Or someone else.” Draco muttered irately, following Ron from the bed, grumbling a few more inaudible complaints as the pair got dressed.
* * *
Ron gulped water greedily, and wiped his brow, basking in the muggle air conditioning that kept the house cool. It wasn’t terribly hot out today, but the sun seemed to be relentless while they were under it.
“So, you two have everything figured out?” Hermione’s voice made him jump, and he spun, locking his gaze to the brunette witch standing in the doorway.
“What do you mean?” He asked, purposefully oblivious. Hermione rolled her eyes and entered the kitchen, glancing behind her to check for eavesdroppers.
“You and Malfoy spoke last night?” She asked, her gaze piercing. Ron averted his eyes, thinking very hard about the surface of the kitchen counters as he answered.
“Yeah.”
“And?” She sounded eager, and he glanced up, seeing the excitement in her stare. She seemed just as thrilled about him and Draco and he had been.
“I dunno. I guess we’re more than friends? We didn’t really talk so much about what we were, as just tried to figure out what we were okay with.” He felt his face darkening as he remembered just how much that had been.
“AND?” Hermione needled, leaning in, her eyes filled with anticipation, as though his love life was a novel she was reading.
“And what? Don’t you already know everything?” He asked, feeling a tad bitter that he couldn’t hide anything from her.
“...No. I’ve been trying very hard to stay out of your heads, as much for your own privacy as my own innocence.” She sounded defensive, and he grinned.
“What innocence? You’re dating Snape, aren’t you?” He teased, recalling the skimpy nightgown she’d worn to bed with the man. Her face flamed, but she held her head high, and Ron was glad in that instant the HE wasn’t a Legilimens. He had no desire to see what memories might be making Hermione flush such a color.
“Well, my soundness of mind, then!” She huffed, not denying that she’d slept with the dark haired man. Ron decided not to read too far into her relationship, and swerved the topic away, glad that she seemed just as willing to get back to her inquiry.
“So you don't know what happened last night?” He asked suspiciously. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.
“Something HAPPENED?” She questioned, putting much more emphasis on the word than he had. “Did you guys kiss?”
She sounded so happy, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face in response.
“A bit, yeah.” He felt his cheeks darkening once again, and ducked his head. “Look, I don’t know if I fancy blokes more than girls, but… I definitely fancy HIM.” He admitted, recalling the way Draco had nearly swallowed him. He really had seemed to enjoy Ron pushing his face down, and it had been one of the hottest things Ron had ever experienced.
He watched as a strange expression crossed her face, and noticed how she turned her gaze away, looking guilty.
“Sorry, sorry!” She exclaimed, squeezing her eyes closed, and rubbing her forehead for a moment before reopening them. It took him a moment to realize what she was apologizing for, and as soon as it hit him, he felt mortified.
“Did you just- Were you-?” He couldn’t finish the humiliating question, but she nodded slightly, reopening her eyes.
“Only a bit. It was an accident, I swear! I only caught a little of what you were thinking. Mostly the color red, and that you thought he was sexy.” She mumbled, keeping her eyes averted. He sighed with relief that she hadn’t SEEN what he’d been thinking about.
“Well, I suppose it could’ve been worse…” He muttered back, both of their cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Hermione glanced up with curiosity at that statement.
“Worse? As in… More happened?” She twerked her eyebrows suggestively, and he was certain that his face was going to combust if it got any hotter. “Did you… did you have sex?” She hissed the last two words covertly.
“No!” Ron denied quickly, “Is that even possible? I mean, neither of us has… Has…” He gestured to her hips, and she scoffed.
“Just because neither of you is a woman doesn’t mean you can’t have sex!” Hermione asserted, keeping her voice low. “There’s other ways of having sex, Ron.”
“And… You know about them?” He asked, looking her up and down with implication. Her cheeks blazed, and she crossed her arms.
“I might! Do you need lessons on how to do it?” She asked snidely, covering her embarrassment with sarcasm. Ron hesitated, mouth open, ready to reply in equal measure, but her words hit a little too close to home.
“Maybe…” He grunted, turning his eyes from hers. If there was anyone on Earth he would admit to that he didn’t know what he was doing, it was Hermione.
“‘Maybe’?” She echoed, taking a step back to regard him.
“Alright, YES. I’m a moron, and I have absolutely NO idea what I’m doing.” He grumbled, scuffing the toe of one shoe on the tiles. Hermione scoffed.
“I promise, no one really knows what they’re doing at first. I didn’t. Does Malfoy have any experience?” She asked, her tone analytical. He shook his head.
“Nah, but he seems to be naturally good at… things.”
“‘Things’?” Her eyebrows lifted with humor, but she didn’t press the subject. “Well, anyway, if it’s any less awkward, I could have Severus speak with him about it, if you like.”
“Yes! That’d be brilliant.” Ron sighed, fighting a chuckle at what Draco would say if he knew Ron was pushing the uncomfortable conversation to him. As long as he didn’t have to hear anymore about how Hermione and ‘Severus’ had gotten along.
* * *
Draco shoved dirt around almost aimlessly, his mind wandering as he pretended to garden with Ron. He was watching the redhead more than anything, reliving the past night, and imagining what tonight might bring. He watched Ron work with more purpose, his lanky body familiar with the tools, his shoulders appearing strong as he dug up bits of dirt despite how naturally thin he was. Draco found himself nearly salivating as he recalled just how he’d used those muscles. He felt depraved thinking such indecent, unmanly things about Ron, but try as he might, he couldn’t stop feeling the giddy anticipation that they might be all over each other again in several hours. He was already planning what else he might like to try, and having the hardest of times keeping his dick from responding, here, where anyone might see.
“Draco, come with me.” Snape was standing at the edge of the dug-up patch, and Draco glanced at Ron. Ron’s cheeks were pink, probably from the sun, he thought, and he gave an encouraging smile. Draco half walked, half hopped to where the potions master stood, having to pass by where Dean and Neville were sticking plants into the holes he and Ron had created.
Snape strode silently back into the house, and Draco followed just as mutely, all the way down to Snape’s basement lab.
“It has come to my attention that you and Weasley have become more physical, and, unfortunately, it seems to have fallen to ME to make sure that you don’t unwittingly harm one another in your ignorance.” His eyes were black stone, his shoulders stiff, and Draco felt dread mix with horror at what he was hearing.
“That’s really not necessary, sir…” He stammered, backing toward the stairs a few paces, hoping he could escape.
“If you flee, I will gladly provide this lesson as you go about your day, despite who may be around at any given moment. Sit. Down.” Snape bit out, his face holding not an inch of compassion. Draco sank onto the nearest potion’s stool, and gulped, feeling that this conversation, though horrifying, was best kept private.
“You and Weasley have begun the intricate dance of intimacy, but it appears as though neither of you has any experience with such a matter, especially where the same sex is concerned. Tell me, Draco, you’ve at least heard how two men might go about copulating?”
He simply nodded in reply, unable to force words through his teeth, which were grinding with chagrin.
“Good, so I won’t have to explain to you exactly how to go about your business.” He paused, sizing up the blond before him, and began pacing back and forth. “What you may NOT be aware of is that such actions must be undertaken carefully, or someone might get injured, which would result in a very unpleasant situation for both me, as the best healer available, and the injured party. So listen closely if you’d rather not have this conversation again.”
Draco nodded again, swallowing the discomfort in his throat, and tried to tune out the fact that it was Severus Snape providing the gory details, instead focusing on WHAT he was being counseled on.
“There are certain spells one can use to properly prepare for the act, and certain potions. For novices such as yourselves, I have the perfect brew.” He pulled a clear, bulbous bottle from a table, and held it up. “This potion was designed with exactly that purpose. It will provide the lubrication not naturally found, and ease any discomfort should one go too quickly. It is mixed with a small amount of dittany, to heal any minor tears or scratches, however, it will not act as a substitute for proper etiquette.” He shoved the bottle into Draco’s hands, and clasped his own behind his back, resuming his pacing.
“The simplest, and best course of action is to manually stretch the receiver’s orifice, so they may become gradually used to the sensation. Start small, and work up, until you feel you can adequately endure the act. You will need to use the potion liberally, until you’ve become more accustomed to what you’re doing, and can begin to gauge for yourselves just how you’d like to season your performance.”
Draco kept his eyes on the bottle a new curiosity filling him to the brim. Would Ron want to shag him? Would he demand to be on top? If he did, would he be just as dominant as he’d been with Draco fellating him? His mouth was practically watering as he thought about Ron pounding him into the mattress. Dear Merlin, he WAS a deviant. If his father knew that he was fantasising about taking it up the arse, he’d be disinherited faster than he was thrown in Azkaban.
“Remember, Draco. Go slowly, use plenty of potion, and COMMUNICATE. It may be unpleasant to discuss such things aloud, but if you’re going to engage in adult activities, you should be willing to ACT like one. Have I made this all perfectly clear?”
“Yes, sir.” Draco acknowledged.
“Any questions?” Snape had stopped his pacing, and was staring Draco down with a look that made him feel wrong-footed. He did the only thing he knew how to regain some semblance of balance.
“So… Granger’s taken it up the arse, then?” He smirked, and jiggled the prepared potion around inside the bottle. He was ready to dodge a hex, positive that Snape would make him pay for the wisecrack.
“I never said it was ONLY for that purpose, Malfoy. It also works miracles on virgins, as I’m sure you’ll soon find out.” The cruel sneer was all the encouragement Draco needed to hurry from the room, his face flaming with indignity he couldn’t form a retort to.

A/N: One chapter left after this, guys! So close to the end, I'm super excited to see if you guys like how how I decided to finish things.

Thunderbird: It makes me happy beyond words that you like the struggle of their relationship. I was hoping the angst would come across more like their characters' natural reactions, and not too much like bad teen fiction. If you're looking for more insight into Snape and Hermione, then you should definitely check out the next story I'll be posting. I'll post the first chapter so you can check it out before this one's finished, just check my profile. 'Scattered', is their story.
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