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Secrets	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 21021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco received a letter from his father a few days later saying he would meet him during the Hogsmeade trip for lunch. Draco rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead. His father was more controlling than anyone he knew. He had Draco’s future mapped out for him. He was supposed to join him in the family business and join him on the panels he was on as well. Like father like son he was expected to be just as successful and affluent as his father.

Draco however had different interests. He was an avid reader and wouldn’t mind a career in publishing or editing, although his dream was to be a writer himself. But you couldn’t tell that to Lucius Malfoy, he wouldn’t understand. Where was the prestige in writing, where was the wealth? Only a small percentage of writers achieved that kind of accolade which made it a risky and worthless field to his father. Draco was not looking forward to lunch with the man at all.

Ron touching him the other night was still playing with his senses. It was a touch of the cheek and lips but it affected his body outright and Draco was now more confused than ever. He had always fancied girls but had never imagined sexual scenes with them. It was more of an appreciation of grace and beauty, but nothing physical in any way. When it came to Ron, his dreams were filled with various carnal acts, and he had woken up just before cumming in his sleep. What was happening to him? He couldn’t be gay, could he? He shook his head clear and got dressed for the infamous meeting with his father.

He had managed to avoid Weasley in the throng of students leaving for Hogsmeade. He didn’t know why he was avoiding Weasley. Well, actually he did, but he didn’t like it. He was confused about his reactions to the redhead and it unnerved him. Draco Malfoy was a man in control and his lack of control regarding Ron Weasley made him second-guess himself. If it seemed cowardly he didn’t care. He wasn’t in Gryffindor house, so it didn’t matter.

His father already had a table at a very nice establishment in Hogsmeade. No coffee shops or pubs for this man. “Hello Father.” He greeted and took his seat.

“Ah, Draco. How are your studies going? Severus tells me you are still doing excellent.” He said, watching as his son sweetened his tea.

“Yes, I found a study method that pays off.” He said.

“Good. You always did do well.” Lucius told his son. Draco nodded. That was the closest his father would come to a compliment.

“I’d like to introduce you to the daughter of a colleague of mine. I think you’d like her.” Lucius said without any preamble.

Draco felt like rolling his eyes but he knew his father would consider that insulting. “Really?”

“Yes. She’s beautiful and from a fine pureblood family. Her father has very good connections and she has a lovely grace.” His father said.

“What about her interests?” Draco asked, suddenly seeing what his father was trying to do. “How do you know we will be suited?”

“You are in the same social class and have the same background, of course you will be well suited.” He said.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Draco asked.

“You’re a Malfoy, of course she will like you.” His father said.

To any other young man, that would be a compliment, but Draco knew what his father was saying. His name was enough of an attraction and it didn’t matter who had it. Draco could be a faceless doll and he would be considered a catch for his name and family background only. A lot of men would love to be considered a catch but Draco wanted to be found attractive for who he was not for what he could do. His sudden issues regarding Weasley made this whole situation ever harder to deal with.

Where normally Draco would have problems with a girl wanting his money, now he had issues with girls wanting him period. He suddenly had a thought of Ron. Did Ron want him or his money? It seemed important to Draco but he couldn’t figure out why. What did Ron’s opinion matter? He didn’t know why but it did. Draco had a frantic urge to be seen favorably in Ron’s eyes. He wanted Ron to see him and not the money or name.

“Draco?” His father’s voice brought him back to reality.

“I’m sorry father, I was preoccupied. We are dealing with more and more complex potions and I find myself going over them in my head at times.” He lied.

“Of course.” His father nodded, approving of his studious habits. “I said that you should get to know Daphne when she comes to visit her father.”

“Where does she go to school?” Draco asked.

“Beauxbatons. Her mother lives there while he has a small flat for business.” Lucius went on and on about the admirable traits she was learning. How she would understand business requirements, which Draco knew to mean that he could be gone for months and she would say nothing because she saw it in her own parent’s marriage. He also knew his father was implying that he could have women in other countries and she would say nothing.

It was sickening to him, and it made him wonder if he had affairs himself. The thought if his mother alone at home while his father was off with some woman made him angry. A marriage, hell even a relationship, was a commitment and outside dalliances, at least in Draco’s eyes were forbidden.

He rose up and excused himself to the gents. He had to get away from his father’s voice. His comments about her character and background brought about a headache and he couldn’t stand it. The man’s voice and opinions were invasive and Draco felt his whole body dragging at the table.

He ran water over his face and leaned over the sink. After a few moments he raised his head and looked at his reflection. His heart stopped when he saw Weasley’s reflection behind him. He was looking at him, leaned against the wall.

Draco forced himself to look away and moved quickly into a stall. He leaned against the wall and let his head fall back against wall shutting himself off from the world. He heard a gentleman leave a stall and wash his hands then he heard the door close. Silence reigned in the men’s room and all that Draco heard was the sound of his own sigh.

Then all of a sudden his stall door was pushed open. Draco’s eyes flew open as Ron entered and shut the stall closed again. He was frozen, backed up against the wall, locked in the stall with Ron Weasley. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to react. Ron braced his hands on either side of him and leaned in close. Draco was able to smell his cologne and soap, as well as smoke from the cigarette he must’ve had.

Ron looked at Draco closely. He was clean shaven and perfectly put together, down to his shined shoes. His eyes were wide and he thought he may have seen fear there, but he wasn’t pushing him away, he wasn’t refusing him in anyway. Ron saw his chest rising and falling and felt his own desire welling up inside him.

Before Draco could react or even think, Ron rushed forward and his lips crashed against his own. Ron’s kiss was hard and powerful and Draco couldn’t stand it anymore. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around Ron’s ribs.

At his submission, Ron pressed his body against Draco’s, pushing him into the wall and weaving his fingers in silky blonde locks while he opened his mouth. He took complete control and plunged his tongue into Draco’s now parted lips.

He let out a gasp that Ron eagerly swallowed. Draco gave in and felt his cock swelling in his jeans. He felt Ron’s rough face against his, and thought for a moment that Ron needed a shave, but that thought vanished as Ron grew more and more aggressive with his kiss. Draco had never been kissed like this before. It had nothing to do with the fact that Ron was the first man he kissed, it had to do with the fact that Ron was the first one who kissed him with lust and desire. He knew now without a doubt that Ron wanted him. Really wanted him.

He felt Ron’s own erection grinding up against his, his body dry humping him against the wall. Ron’s hand in his hair was exciting and he tilted his head to give the ginger Gryffindor more access and he took it. Draco’s mouth was pried open as wide as possible and Ron plundered and pillaged his open lips.

Draco had never felt harder or more aroused in his life. Ron’s strong chest had him trapped against the stall and he wondered what it would feel like to be against him naked, flesh to flesh. He sucked in a breath as one of Ron’s hands slipped around his waist and brought him waist to waist in a tight hug. The collision of both erections was stronger this way.

All too soon Ron pulled his lips away. Both young men remained body against body, holding each other close, and trading air as they panted together. Ron brushed his thumb along his lips, swollen from rough male on male kisses.

Ron leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss full of a tenderness that left Draco blown away. Ron left him there alone, and slipped out of the lavatory. Draco let his head drop and he looked at his crotch. His erection was prominent and he focused on a naked image of Professor McGonagall until it deflated.

He splashed water in his face and left to rejoined his father. Lucius gave him and off look. “What happened?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” Draco asked.

“Your lip is swollen son.” He said, looking closer.

“Oh,” Draco touched his lip as he thought up a quick lie, “the stall door is on a loose spring and when I closed it, it sprang back and hit me in the face.”

Lucius bought it and said nothing more as they finished tea and sandwiches. Draco half heartedly listened to his father speak again of Daphne’s attributes. His own mind was on Ron. What had just happened?
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