Hour Follows Hour

Disclaimer: Characters, settings, core concepts, etc., not mine. They belong to J.K. Rowling. Only the story is mine. And do you wanna hear the worst part??? I\'m not even getting paid for it! I\'m doing it for free!!!

This fanfic is slash, meaning that there is some hot male-to-male action going on. If the idea of two guys getting intimate makes you want to retch, then you don\'t want to read this piece of depraved, perverted filth.

Pairing: Ron/Draco

Rating: Overall: NC-17; this chapter: NC-17

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Chapter Two

Ron instantly felt his stomach beginning to disagree with his not-so-nutritious and hasty meal. He told Harry and Hermione to go along without him; he suddenly didn\'t feel well at all. Harry and Hermione, after asking one more time if Ron needed help, waved goodbye and continued walking as Ron ducked into the nearest bathroom.

Washing his face, Ron began to feel a little better. He looked in the mirror and was pleased that he didn\'t look as flushed. He did, her, er, still have a face full of freckles and shocking red hair. Shocking red hair that needed to be cut, Ron thought, wincing at the memory of his last hair cut. He’d been tricked into letting Lav Brown have at it with a charm she learned in Witch Weekly. The cut turned out to be shorter than he’d wanted and a little lopsided, and Malfoy had teased him for months about it.
He was going to have to do something about it soon nonetheless. It was well past his ears at this point, and almost touching his collar.

As soon as he felt better, he turned around to leave. And saw something that made his stomach churn all over again.

\"Malfoy.\" His fists instantly clenched at the sight of him. He was the sole source of all of Ron\'s misery in all of Hogwart\'s. Ron wished he would just leave him be.

\"Weasley. What are you doing in here? Why aren\'t you out gallivanting with your famous friend? I wasn\'t aware that you ever slipped off by yourself. Always figured you\'d get lost.\" Malfoy gave Ron his signature smirk, his porcelain skin practically glowing from his amusement at Ron.

\"Eat shit and die.\" Ron narrowed his eyes, knuckles white, ready to punch him. Or worse.

\"How eloquent.\" Malfoy and Ron stared each other down for a moment, sizing each other up. With each passing second, Malfoy got more amused, and Ron became increasingly angry. Just thinking of all the terrible things Malfoy had said made Ron\'s blood boil. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of stone silence and staring, Ron attacked.

He wasn\'t really sure why he did it; all he knew was that it felt good to finally do it, to rush at Malfoy and hit him square in the stomach. The expression on Malfoy\'s face was reward enough for the action. It all seemed to go in slow motion, and Ron knew he\'d be remembering this with glee for weeks. His eyebrows almost met his silvery blonde hairline as his grey eyes got huge. His mouth made a little \"O\" of surprise as he realized what was about to happen.

As soon as Ron\'s fist met Malfoy\'s abdomen, the process reversed. Malfoy\'s face became scrunched, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed in pain; he bared his teeth as he sucked in what air he could, making an odd hissing noise, quite like the noise the Ford Anglia made when it crashed into the Whomping Willow. His nose was wrinkled in a way that gave Ron much pleasure. Ron laughed as he pinned Malfoy down. \"Not so tough now, are you, Malfoy?\" Ron stored this moment in his permanent memory.

Almost instantly, he wished he hadn\'t.

Three things happened at once: Malfoy\'s eyes snapped open once again, the surprised expression returning to his face. However, this time, it was as if he were mimicking Ron, because the youngest boy Weasley held the same expression. This was due to Ron feeling a familiar and quite unwelcome bulge in his pants.

Ron pushed on Malfoy\'s chest, propelling himself on his feet and against the stall of the toilets. Malfoy immediately scooted back up against the wall, leaning his back on the opposite wall. They stared at each other for a very brief moment, thme lme look of combined horror and shock on their faces. Then Ron came up with a brilliant plan.

He turned around and bolted out of the bathroom just as fast as he d.
d.

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What is going on? What the bloody hell is going on?? Draco paced the bathroom nervously, trying to calm down before going back down to the Slytherin common room. That did not just happen. I did not just get hard under the belly of a Weasley. Draco thought he was going to be sick in the basin. He knows, too; he fucking knows. You saw the look on his face as soon as it happened. He felt it. Now he\'s going to tell all his little friends that you\'re a queer, a pouf, a fucking pillow biter.

\"Stop it!!!\" Draco yelled at himself, trying to silence his own thoughts. He hoped that the echo off the walls would help emphasize his point.

Draco didn\'t know what to wrap his mind around more: The fact that Weasley knew he\'d gotten hard for him, or the reasons behind his getting hard in the first place.

\"Why did you get wood for Weasley, anyway?\" Draco wondered aloud. \"You *hate* Weasley. You can\'t stand him. Besides, you aren\'t even into blokes. You\'ve shagged dozens of girls. And you loved it.\" Draco suddenly realized that his pontifications were pointless. He was going to get this out of his mind. Now.

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Meanwhile, Ron was practically sprinting back to the Gryffindor common room. He just wanted to get into his pyjamas and get into bed, as quickly as possible. Why, oh why, did his willy have to act up when he was fighting with Malfoy? It didn\'t make any sense.

\"Bojismac,\" Ron uttered hurriedly at the Fat Lady.

\"What happened to you? You look white as a ghost, you do!\" The Fat Lady looked as though she wanted anotheece ece of lovely gossip to share with her friend Violet.

\"Please just open up,\" Ron sighed with finality. The Fat Lady arched a painted eyebrow, but did as he bade; after all, he did give the password.

Ron plopped down in a chair by the fire. Luy, iy, it was so late at this point that most everyone was asleep. In fact, Ron realized as he scanned the rom, Harry seemed to be the only person still awake. \"Hiya, Harry. What are you s doi doing awake?\" Ron offered feebly.

\"Wondering if my best friend was alright. You still look just terrible. Did you upchuck?\"

Ron wished he had; he felt like he could any second. He needed advice. \"Oh, no, Harry, it was much worse than that!\" With that, Ron spilled all the details of what happened in the bathroom: Malfoy\'s appearance, the staredown, the fight, and Ron\'s unexplainable arousal. When he was finished, he sat back and waited for Harry to say something, anything at all.

Harry was silent for a long time. He then broke out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. \"Ron! Is that really all that happened? I thought you\'d seen Snape naked, or worse!\" Harry couldn\'t breathe, he was guffawing so hard. Tears of mirth began rolling down his cheeks.

\"Harry! This is not funny! Obviously, it means something terrible! ... Right?\"

\"Ron, of course not. Don\'t you know anything about your own body? I get hard every time I play Quidditch. It\'s adrenaline, mate. Gives you wood every time. Didn\'t you ever get stiff while you played?\"

\"Well... er, no... s\'pose I was always too scared, or nervous.\" That made sense. Ron had been such an idiot. Of course. It made perfect sense. Why was he ever concerned at all? He never really fought, so he didn\'t know that these things obviously happened on somewhat of a normal basis. Then his face got panicked again.

\"What is it now?\" Harry asked, obviously still amused. he didn\'t miss a beat, that one.

Ron cleared his throat. \"He knows, Harry. He bloody knows. Harry, don\'t look at me like that! You should\'ve seen the look on his face. He looked absolutely horrified. He probably thinks I\'m queer, and he\'s gonna tell all his little cronies, and it\'s going to be all over school!\"

Harry dismissed this thought with a swat of his hand and a short pffft escaping his lips. \"Bollocks what he knows. Besides, after the scuffle earlier today, he was probably going to make up something much worse than this about you, anyway.\"

\"Yeah? You know, you\'re probably right! There\'s no telling what I saved myself from with this one!\" Ron finally cracked a smile.

Ron and Harry stayed up a little while longer, mulling over the terrible rumors Malfoy would normally think to spread, most of them completely outrageous. By the time they got sleepy enough to go to bed, they both had tear stains on their cheeks, and Ron\'s stomach hurt from laughing so hard. He was truly grateful for his best fr, mo, more so tonight than at almost any other time. He changed into his pyjamas, his cares completely alleviated, and slid into bed. He was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.

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Malfoy felt the hot water glide over his skin like gossamer. Taking a shower had never felt so good. In fact, it had been awhile since he had felt this good, period. He decided to take advantage of the fact.

He began thinking of Pansy Parkinson. He had been wanting to get into her pants for two years. Too bad she was such a prude. Luckily, a man could dream. And that\'s exactly what Draco did.

He thought of her soft skin, her long, blonde hair, and her supple breasts. He ran his hand down his body and found his swollen cock. He began to pump his hand up and down his slim shaft eagerly. She was perfect... well, almost perfect. He always thought she would look better as a redhead. And her breasts were much too large for his taste. In fact, he really wanted someone who was a little lankier, definitely flatter in the chest, and with copper hair that glistened in the sun.

Someone who looked more like Ronald Weasley.

Malfoy was too caught up in the moment to realize what he was doing. He was fantasizing about Ron Weasley. Ron\'s mouth on his cock, sucking eagerly in a sort of rebellious dance... delicious. Malfoy began to wince with pleasure as his hand continued to busy itself, stroking the shaft of his member ferociously. He closed his eyes as sensations ebbed and flowed, sensations of heat and wetness, of lust and steam surrounding him in a haze of sex. He began to moan loudly, gutteral gasps of pleasure escaping his lips as he imaginedpletpletely dominating Weasley, making him do his bidding, bending him over and taking him, making Weasley his....

He came with fervor, yelling out as his final moment of climax came and went. He leaned against the wall of the shower, completely spent and suddenly very tired. He was in his boxer shorts and in between his sheets before it hit him.

Weasley?

No way. Not Weasley. Anybody but Weasley. The fact that it was a bloke was bad enough, but Malfoy could overlook that for a moment. After all, he wasn\'t a prude, especially when it came to sex. But that slimy little Muggle-loving git? That excuse of a wizard? That ... poverty-stricken prat?? If he was going to realize his attraction to men, why did it have to be now, with Weasley? There were plenty of people in Hogwarts.

But none of them did to him what Ronald Weasley did. Sometimes, there is just no reason for feelings. They just happen.

Well, why couldn\'t he fantasize about Weasley? After all, that\'s all it was ever going to be. It would actually be much more satisfying to taunt the little fucker when the images of the Gryffindor bobbing up and down on his cock were fresh on his mind. Just another outlet of control, Draco. That\'s all this is. And it\'s going to be quite fun and wonderful. Malfoy chuckled to himself as he fell asleep.

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It was a good dream. Ron was on top of Malfoy in the bathroom again, except he didn\'t stop after one punch. Ron just kept punching Malfoy until he cried, his nose swollen, his eyes black, and his pretty little mouth trickling blood. Malfoy beggbegging him to stop. Ron just laughed. Then Ron looked down at Malfoy again. The first thing he noticed was that they were no longer in the bathroom. They were in Ron\'s bed. And Malfoy\'s face wasn\'t swollen anymore. But something else was. And they were both naked.

Ron was smothering Malfoy in kisses, and Malfoy was moaning, begging Ron not to stop. Begging him to keep ravishing his body, his slender, pale frame writhing in pleasure. Malfoy\'s hand was on Ron\'s cock, and he was stroking it quickly and with precision. Ron had never felt anything so amazing in his life. He was practically fucking Malfoy\'s hand, biting his bottom lip in ecstasy. Ron pumped, and Malfoy pumped, and they were both sweating, and then ... Ron came, his brain exploding with pleasure and the animal lust of it all.

Ron awoke with a start. He was coated in a sheath of sweat. He surveyed his surroundings in alarm. Well, that was a relief. At least he was alone. He then gingerly felt at his crotch.

Oh, great, Ron thought, rolling his eyes in thekneskness. What a mess. He had better get to work cleaning up; he already saw the first nuances of dawn creeping into his window. Oh, well, he thought with a shrug, s\'pose's t's time to get up anyway. He immediately went into the loo and cleaned himself off. As he was changing the sheets, he began to think about what he dreamt.

Why did he dream he was shagging Malfoy? That was wierd. He didn\'t even like guys. Did he? Harry had asked him if he had ever gotten hard with adrenaline, and Ron had answered him quite honestly with a no. But he didn\'t really think about girls, either. He had had wet dreams before, but he couldn\'t ever remember how they went until now. Did he dream about guys? Ron assumed it was perfectly normal to let his eyes wander in the showers, surveying his fellow mates\' anatomy. He thought it was part of growing up.

The realization crept up in Ron. Harry. You would never look at Harry. Well, if it was normal, why not look at Harry?

He knew why. Harry was his best mate. H had had stayed at his house. Harry was like family. Looking at Harry would have been like looking at Fred or George, or Bill or Charlie, or worse yet, Percy... Ron shuddered. He did not want to look at any family members, literal or implied, in a romantic manner.

A romantic manner? So I was... checking all those other boys out? I was appraising them for reasons other than comparison?

My God, am I gay?

No way. Nope. Not in a million years. Ron was not gay. He just needed to sort this out. Later. Right now, he was hungry.


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