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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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Unexpected

Ron stepped from the shower, and shook the water from his hair before grabbing a towel and rubbing it along his head. He’d taken a shower mostly to avoid having to talk with Draco for a bit longer. He’d been giving him odd looks all day, and Ron knew that whatever Snape had told him was sure to be relayed before long. Ron felt like a coward, hiding behind the guise of being busy, but when faced with actually chatting about the details of what was expected between them, he felt anxious to the point of being queasy.
He wrapped the towel around his hips and left the bathroom, staring at the carpet as he walked, trying not to think about the fact that at least two people, Snape and Hermione, knew that he and Draco were becoming more intimate. At least Hermione hadn’t seemed at all disgusted by the idea of him shagging a bloke. He wondered if his parents would say the same. He should probably tell them that he and Draco were… what WERE they? Dating? Fooling around?
“You look like someone’s set you four essays to turn in tomorrow.” Draco’s voice jolted Ron from his musings, and he realized that he’d entered the room and gotten halfway to the closet without noticing that Draco was even there.
“Just thinking.” Ron announced, feeling his face heat. This was it, he was alone with Draco, and there was no one around to stop him from relaying what Snape had told him.
“Well, I’m going to have a shower, then.” Draco replied, rolling from the bed, and shuffling to the door, hands in his pockets. Ron avoided looking at his face as he went, and after the door closed, he sighed in relief. He had a few more moments to prepare for the awkward conversation.
* * *
Draco let out a breath he’d been holding, and pulled his hands from his pockets, pulling the potion bottle out, and setting it on the counter. He stared at it a moment, trying to mentally prepare himself for what he’d planned to do.
Once the shower was running, and he’d disrobed, he delicately moved the potion to the side of the tub, and stepped under the stream of water, letting it warm and relax him. He’d been thinking about it all day, and had finally managed to reconcile with the fact that if he and Ron had sex, he’d more than likely be the one taking it. Ron had seemed to be avoiding him a bit, and he knew that the redhead was aware that there was something afoot. More than likely he knew what they had to talk about, and was just as uncomfortable with it as Draco himself was.
So Draco lifted the bottle, determined to figure a few things out on his own before he tried to awkwardly relay anything. It opened easily enough, and he poured a few dribbles over his fingers, being careful to avoid the water with them as he recorked the bottle and set it aside. He rubbed his fingers together, spreading the potion around, making sure his fingers were well coated, and took a deep breath, steeling his nerves. He guided the slick fingers easily behind him, and braced one hand on the wall as he spread the potion around the sensitive hole. He closed his eyes, trying to overcome his embarrassment at touching himself in such a manner, pushing all thoughts aside except for what it felt like. It was strange, but not unpleasant, and as he forced his breathing to remain even, he pushed one finger slowly into himself, amazed at just how slick the potion made it, how comfortable that single finger felt surrounded by his own heated flesh. He moved it back and forth, in and out, slowly testing the resistance. It seemed easier every time, so he slid a second finger in. It went in just as easily as the first, and Draco groaned quietly at the strange feeling of being stretched without pain. It felt… good. He could imagine it was Ron, pushing in and out, and as he hesitantly added a third finger, he squeezed his eyes tighter closed, completely aware of how hard he was getting.
He pulled his fingers out and opened his eyes, forcing himself to stop before he began tugging at his erection. Despite having cum twice the night previous, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to consistently manage more than one orgasm, and didn’t want to finish before he’d even touched Ron again.
He began washing, rinsing the potion from his fingers, and scrubbing at his skin a bit longer than necessary as his thoughts revolved inside his head. He fancied a man, he liked sucking cock, and he was already enjoying it up the arse. He really was nance. He wondered idly if his father would curse him, or curse at him if he ever found out. Likely the former. Snape didn’t seem to care at all, and neither did Granger. He thought of Mr. Weasley. Would he mind so much if he found out one of HIS sons was gay? He had plenty of others to give him grandchildren, so probably not.
Draco stepped from the shower and dried quickly, hiding the potion in his hand under his previous shirt. As long as no one saw it in passing in the hallway, he didn’t care how suspicious he looked.
* * *
Ron lay in bed, staring at the empty pillow, waiting for Draco to return, his arms folded across his chest defensively, and though he was expecting it completely, still nearly jumped out of his skin when the door creaked open, and the blond stepped in.
“Have a nice shower?” He asked, attempting to make polite conversation as Draco approached the bed, his half-naked body drawing Ron’s gaze.
“Yeah.” Draco responded with a shrug, setting his shirt and towel atop the bed. Ron didn’t spare half a glance for the pile of fabric, instead drinking in the sight of the totally nude Malfoy who was crawling across the bed toward him.
He felt his heart stutter in response as Draco leaned in, straddling his legs over the blanket, and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. It’s what he’d been fantasizing about all day, and he melted into it, grabbing a fistful of blond hair, and deepening the kiss. He could feel his dick twitching to life under the covers, and greedily kissed Draco as his ass rubbed against him through the covers. All thoughts of the awkward conversation were pushed from his mind.
He let his eyes flutter closed as kisses were placed along his cheek, neck, and chest, the hot mouth going lower, and lower, until he was pulling the blanket, and his shorts down, revealing the rock-hard shaft, and sliding his mouth over that, too. Ron’s eyes rolled back beneath the lids as his erection was enveloped in the wetness, and he groaned as the tongue probed, and the lips suckled. His other hand came to tangle in Draco’s hair as well, until he was guiding the boy’s head up and down, faster with each pass. He could see Draco’s arm working his own cock, and was approaching the brink of orgasm when the delicious blond pulled away.
Ron groaned in exasperation, but said nothing as his eyes popped open, and he saw the intense, lusty look written across his lover’s face. It was a look that clearly begged to be fucked.
“Do you want me to keep going, or… Or do you want to shag?” Draco asked, his voice wavering a bit in the middle. He was obviously nervous, and Ron felt his heart leap at the adorable way he’d offered, the way he licked his lips anxiously as he viewed Ron.
“What sort of a madman would say no to shagging?” Ron asked, and heard his own voice quiver slightly with tension. He hoped that whatever Snape had told Draco wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.
* * *
Draco directed Ron swiftly to lie flat on his back, trying to tame the wild fluttering of his pulse as he snatched the potion bottle up from his pile of clothes, and focused on his task. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Ron’s eyes as he let a few trails of potion slide down his fingers, and was glad that Ron seemed content to let him work without questions. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to make his mouth form words if he tried right then.
He first applied the potion to Ron’s shaft, jerking it a few times with the slick liquid, distracting both himself and Ron, before he dipped his hand below his own balls, and swirled his fingers around his entrance. He brought his free hand forward, and continued to slowly pleasure the redhead as he prepared himself to be impaled, inserting one finger, then two. He moved them in and out at the same pace his other had worked, giving himself a few moments to adjust, remembering clearly how Snape had pushed the matter of being slow, and gentle. He didn’t have any desire to have the old bat mending his wounds because of carelessness. He’d die of mortification if it came to that…
When the sensation went from strange to pleasurable, he removed his fingers, and scooted forward, aligning himself with Ron’s shaft. The redhead stayed silent throughout, watching with fascination and reverence as Draco lowered himself. He paused, the head of Ron’s cock waiting at his opening, and finally, he looked up, meeting the blue eyes to see how Ron was reacting. The look on his face was full of eager anticipation, not a trace of regret, or apprehension, and Draco let himself down further, groaning slightly the girth much larger than his own fingers entered him. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was strange. A much more intense feeling than his own ministrations had been. He went slowly, sinking onto the shaft with unhurried purpose, glad for Ron’s restraint as long fingers squeezed his thighs, but he otherwise lay incredibly still. The redhead seemed to understand that Draco’s pace wasn’t to torture him, and he was doing his best not to make things more difficult.
Draco felt a strange wash of satisfaction and achievement as his cheeks came to rest on Ron’s thighs. He’d taken the entire length into himself, and not felt a smidgen of pain or real discomfort. That potion really was a miracle. He moved up and down, testing to see if the motion would carry any unease. The resulting feeling made him groan once more, and Ron’s fingers dug nearly painfully into his thighs, attempting to hold on to his own self control.
“You can move now…” Draco gasped out, leaning down to brace his arms on either side or Ron’s head, and leaning down to kiss the soft pink lips that were slightly parted.
Ron took his words to action immediately, rolling his hips upward, thrusting deeply into the blond. Draco moaned at the sensation it created, and Ron kissed the noise away, letting himself thrust freely, as Draco barely managed to remember how to breathe.
He wasn’t sure if it was the potion, or his own depravity, but the way Ron was moving was like nothing he’d felt before. It was pleasurable, and mentally arousing because of how perverted it was. Before Ron, he’d never have considered allowing someone to fuck him in the ass, and now, all he wanted was more.
When Ron rolled him onto his back, he went eagerly, and wrapped his legs around slim hips, his arms around wide shoulders. And Ron didn’t disappoint. On top, he thrust harder, faster, and deeper, making Draco nearly purr with pleasure. He drove all thought from the blond’s mind, leaving only room for the sensation of being filled, over and over again. When Ron’s hand snaked between their bodies, and he gripped Draco’s cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts, he forgot everything outside of that moment. He was no longer a Malfoy. He was no longer a wizard. He was no longer anything except what Ron wanted him to be. And Ron, it seemed, wanted him to cum.
He reached orgasm in an instant, the pleasure bursting into tangible proof on his own stomach. He whimpered powerlessly as Ron continued to drive into him, his nails digging into the pale, freckled shoulders as Ron’s hand squeezed his still hard, and overly sensitive cock almost painfully, his hips jerking noisily against Draco’s, making him nearly cry out from overuse, but just as it became too much to bear, Ron slowed, and stopped, coming to a halt while still embedded in Malfoy, his whole frame shaking and heaving with breath and tremors as he regained his own mental facilities.
Draco came to his own senses after a few moments, and realized that the heat of their coupling had left them both sweating, out of breath, and trembling. Ron let himself down, lying atop the blond easily, and finally, Ron’s waning member came free, leaving Draco feeling strangely empty, and incomplete, but wholly satisfied. As they caught their breath, Draco chuckled to himself, and Ron gaze up, curious.
“If my father hadn’t disowned me before, he would certainly do so if he knew about this.” He explained, finding the matter more humorous than heartbreaking. He couldn’t be upset over his father’s fickleness when he felt so warm, so cherished.
“Well if you’re worried about not having parents, I’m pretty sure my mum’s about a hair away from trying to adopt you.” Ron joked, nuzzling into Draco’s neck.
“That would make this… Incredibly wrong.” Draco teased back, letting his fingers sift absently through Ron’s hair. He knew the redhead was mere seconds from sleep, but the soft chuckle that he felt more than heard made him smile.
“They can do whatever they want. I’m not changing a thing.” Ron said, and Draco’s smile widened.
“Not a single thing? Not even at my request?” Draco asked, his cheeks darkening once more as he thought of new ways to tease the weasel.
“What would YOU change?” Ron asked, sounding a bit defensive.
“Quite a bit, actually. I’d change positions, locations, and orifices.” Silence met his reply, as the words sank into Ron’s brain, and as they did, he could feel Ron’s response growing against his thigh. The arm tightening around his waist, and the mouth pressing into his neck told him all he needed to know about what Ron thought of his ideas. Now the only problem would be getting any sleep.
* * *

Ron woke with a start, jolting into a sitting position, and looked around the room, confused by what woke him. Draco was slowly sitting up, glaring balefully around at being woken so suddenly by Ron’s movement, and Ron couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face when he saw the many different shades of hickeys that covered the pale skin from neck to hips. If he’d thought that what had happened had been a dream, he had instant proof that it was real. Draco was his, despite the evil glare he was receiving, and he was halfway to leaning in for a kiss when the knock sounded again. THAT was what had woken him.
“Ron, Draco, are you decent? It’s half ten!” Hermione’s voice called through the door. Ron felt a wash of relief that she hadn’t opened the door, and shouted back through it.
“We’ll be down soon!”
“If you don’t hurry, your mum’s of a mind to come drag you out of bed!” Hermione warned, before silence fell once more.
“Well, I’m going to take a shower.” Draco said, hopping out of the bed easily. Much to easily, Ron thought, for someone who’d been unable to even hold himself upright after all their lovemaking.
“I need one, too!” Ron said, following after, keeping the sheet around his hips.
“You can have one next, I need a bit of privacy.” Draco said, his face flushing bright red.
“Privacy? For what? Pretty sure that went out the window when you let me-”
“Fine!” Draco conceded, and paused at the door. “Bring the potion.” His sly smile made Ron question just how many times he thought Ron could manage to get hard in twenty-four hours, but the responding stiffness beneath his makeshift wrap assured him that Draco would get what he wanted.
* * *
Ron picked dirt up with the shovel and moved it barely an inch to the side before dumping it back out. He was so tired, his arms didn’t want to cooperate, and he was certain that he would pass back out before dinner. His mother either didn’t realize, or didn’t care that they’d been up most of the night, and had been working them ragged in the garden all afternoon. The only thought that kept him going was that in the shower, Draco had promised to let him have a blowjob later, and to let him control it. He could already imagine the silver eyes watering, the pale face turning red, and the drooling mouth splitting into a grin after he’d cum. He just had to stay awake until after dinner.
He moved another pile of dirt a few inches, and looked up, glaring at the rest of the garden that needed tended.
“Ron!” Draco’s voice pulled his attention away from the dirt, and he looked first to the blonde, and then his gaze followed the pointing finger.
People were emerging from the tall grass at the edge of the garden, and Ron stumbled backward, horror filling him as he stared at the ragged looking bunch that was appearing.
“Ron, it’s me.” The oldest of the bunch called across to him, and he took in the man’s rugged appearance, torn jeans, stained t-shirt, and messy mop of fire-red curls. He gasped in surprise, as recognition hit him like a ton of bricks.
“Percy…?”
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A/N: And here we've reached the end of Ron and Draco's section of this story, totaling a bit more than 90 pages of writing. What a twist, eh? Percy's not dead afterall! But what's happened to him? Who's he with? If you're interested, his story will be posted after I finish 'Scattered', Hermione and Snape's story, which can be found on my profile! Also, any questions or comments you leave in the reviews will be answered in the author's notes as I upload new chapters of 'Scattered'.

Thunderbird: Snape and Hermione's story is going to be a prequel, but Percy's story will overlap with where this one left off, so not in Scattered, but we will see Ron and Malfoy again, through the experiences of Percy.
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