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Draco\'s POV



Hogwarts, 7th year



It was a hard but fruitful time. My family gained more power again and the muggle-lovers can only cry. The new method of blackmailing and open accusation of treason regarding innocent families has caused a ruckus, but no tangible hindrance.



I lean back into the soft material of the cushion in my private cabin on the train and on my way to my seventh year at Hogwarts. I wonder if there\'ll be less Gryffindors this year. One will be there for sure; I\'ve taken care of it.



Just a bit more and I\'ll be there. I can\'t wait for it!



When I step off the train a very unique mood awaits me. Instead of the usual hustle and chatting there is a dark shadow on everyone. No wonder, since all of them are potential future victims of the mobilization of the dark forces. I immediately find my victim among them.



Ron Weasley.



An exciting shiver is sweeping over me when I see his low face and the dark circles under his eyes.



I\'m greeted by the members of my house and let them lick my feet. Everyone knows that I\'m heir of enormous power and they all envy and fear it. I allow them to encircle me like bees the flower patiently, while Weasley is left alone when his little sister accompanies some of her leftover friends.



Soon they won\'t have even leftover friends left. I\'m sure everyone is surprised that they are even able to come to school, after the rumors about their father\'s doing in the Ministry.



I\'m not surprised. Do I even have to make clear why not?



This shall be enough of my entrance ceremony. The crowd is moving with me when I make my way inside, but everyone still ignores him, while passing. For a moment our eyes met and I know we both think of the same. He won\'t show anything on his face, though, neither in his eyes. Clever and speaks of strong will.



But I know about all your wishes. House points? I\'m laughing. That was only before. Now your priorities lay by not bringing any more shame on your family; not causing any trouble; graduate safely.



Guess, who is the one – the only one – who is able and willing to give you this!



"Weasley."



Sudden silence follows my simple greeting. Of course this confusion is also part of the plan. The reaction comes a bit late, but I know it comes, it has to.



He has no choice.



"Malfoy."



I nod and proceed.



By the time I make myself comfortable in my private room, everyone must have heard the news. Dumbledore is on vacation. Apparently he was forced to leave his post and take a break, though the ones, who know him, can\'t possibly believe that he is actually resting.



For me, either way is fine. I don\'t have any illusions of being a big fish. My father is only using me until he gets old. Maybe after his death I can be free, like a lucky heir, but by that time I\'ll probably be as sour and ignorant as he is now.



All I can make a profit out of now is using him – his power and influence – to have some fun as long as I can.



As I\'m heading to the dining room a surprise is waiting for me on the way.



"Weasley."



I\'m the first one to greet him again, but don\'t do anything else. He is grabbing my arm when I want to go past him. I succeeded in making him frustrated, good.



"What is this all about?"



"Can\'t I be nice for once?"



"You can\'t."



I make an expression like I was worried, then my face lightens up.



"Why don\'t you come to my room after dinner to talk this over?"



"No thank you."



"I\'m offended. This is only a friendly invitation."



"Who\'d believe you? By the way, we\'re far from being fr…."



"How\'s your sister doing?"



I interrupt him harsh, because I don\'t have the patience for his shit anymore. He\'s gaping but doesn\'t say anything anymore.



"See you tonight."



With a casual smile I continue my way and only his voice stops me.



"Where is your room?"



My mood lightens up and I\'m getting hungry.



Although many asked me to stay and chat about the holidays, I declined. I have far more important things to do, which I\'m really looking for.



He\'s already there when I arrive, sitting by the door, waiting for me.



I invite him in, offering him a place to sit on my bed, while I chose an armchair.



He\'s cooperative.



"This whole situation must be familiar to you."



"Yes."



Sitting on the bed must be uncomfortable for him, because there is nothing to lean back to, unlike my soft place. His body seems doubled over, like he\'d carry an invisible weight and there\'s nothing he can take a hold of.



"Do you think you can turn things to your favor this time, too?"



"Let\'s make one thing clear. This situation is not your desert, or is it."



"Well, I have to admit, this situation truly isn\'t my desert, but it allows me to handle my things the way I want."



He looks so serious. Maybe his situation is worse than I\'ve thought. He seems to have matured a lot over the holiday.



No wonder. With all the anarchic changes in the Ministry his family must have had a stormy summer. I\'m starting to get curious about how he has been affected by all the chaos and uncertainty over this period.



I\'m wondering if he\'s broken yet.



"And what exactly do you want this time?"



Now we\'re getting to the exciting part.



"I want to… get along?"



"Don\'t bullshit me."



"But it\'s true."



I\'m stretching my arms and fold my hands behind my head. This is giving an illusionary image of defenselessness, though we\'re both aware of me being untouchable.



"Why don\'t you come closer? That means, only, if you are not afraid of me."



So he does and is standing right before me.



"I feel really bad, that you are towering over me. Now do friends make the other feel bad?"



He\'s kneeling down. He didn\'t waste any time with brooding about it; I think he assumed before, I\'d want something like this.



"Like I pointed it out before, friends always help each other, don\'t they?"



His gaze doesn\'t show a piece of trust.



"For example, my feet feel a bit stiff tonight."



I reach towards his tight with a foot and I sense is body heat through the thin material of his pants. Now he is getting stubborn. He doesn\'t do anything, although it\'s impossible to miss my wish. I have to help him to the right clue.



"Have I mentioned already, that friends also do help the other friend\'s family, if needed; for example given a little sister in trouble."



At last I feel the tight grip of his strong hands massaging. He doesn\'t do anything rash, his movements aren\'t painful. He has learnt a lot of self control since last time.



"Higher."



His hand is lingering by my knee and thigh and it feels nice. Maybe I was really stiff, only didn\'t realize it because of the excitement.



"Higher."



His hand slide up my thighs but don\'t do further. Is it because I didn\'t make myself clear enough? Is this some kind of rebelling? My erection has become quite evident now and he would be blind to miss it.



"Higher."



His palms slide up to my waist on my sides and I grin partly because it tickles, partly because it\'s funny.



"Lower."



I reach and lift his chin to look him in the eyes. I don\'t need to do anything else, he understands. His right hand is sliding over the bulge in my pants. He knows better to actually rough about it and hurt me.



His palm is embracing the heap and his thumb is running slow, playful circles on top. I grind my teeth when my face is suddenly twisting in pleasure.



Not letting go of his face I\'m also using my thumb to draw the outline of his lips.



"You know what comes next, don\'t you?"



"Friends, huh?"



"Very good friends."



"Sex friends would be a better description."



I use some pressure to slide my thumb between his lips to silence him. He\'s sucking and biting on it softly to capture it, so that I cannot pull it back when he continues to tease it with his tongue.



The sensation in my groin intensifies and I bite my lower lip. My remaining hand is grabbing the wooden armrest beside me and I clear my head.



"This I still want you to know."



He is concentrating on me.



"Last time I lost some things that were dear to me. They were my body\'s pureness and my pride. There is nothing, absolutely nothing you could take away from me anymore."



He understands; I see it in his eyes.



"So be good, don\'t make me angry or push the limits of my friendship. Nothing will work that you may try, don\'t forget. I\'ve nothing to lose anymore in this game. Now…"



I softly push his hand from my fly and open it. He is letting my thumb free and slowly pushes my underpants aside to get my erect member into a comfortable position.



My eyes are glazing over when his mouth is slipping on me. I manage not to come, but I\'m ready to. I don\'t want him to know how much I desire this, so I give him a task.



"Deeper. Take me in deeper."



He\'s trying his best but still has to fight the gag reflex.



"Don\'t dare to vomit on me."



It sure is a nice change that I\'m not in a situation of tenseness when I come in his presence. I can twist my body the way I want, can give out sounds I want, as loud as I want and there is no pain at all, only pleasure.



"Drink it."



He does. I\'m pulling out.



"I could get used to this. How about we repeat it every night from now on?"



Now that the excitement ceased, contentment fills me. I think I\'ll let him off tonight.



"I\'m not doing this."



Did I hear well?



"You can\'t possibly think that you can get away with this. Just because you are the son of…"



I grab him by his collar.



"Don\'t compare me to my father! I\'m a Malfoy, we all share the same fate, be it going under or gaining power. This is family! And you will serve a part of this family, me!"



He managed to anger me a lot. I raise my fist to punch him, but he is capturing my hand before I can use it. His hidden, suppressed emotions break to the surface and he is pulling me closer violently.



"Malfoy, you have no idea about real family and you know it very well. You are just a spoiled prick who has never been loved and has never accomplished anything in his life. You care for no one and only enjoy others\' pain and suffering. You really are the perfect future death eater."



"You…!"



My fist is shaking in his hand, but I\'m too agitated at the moment to come up with an answer.



"The triumph of your kind is only temporary. You might have won some battles but you will lose the war. And I\'m not going to be your bitch or bull, remember this!"



"Let me go!"



I tear myself from him and jump to my feet. He, too, is standing up, using his heavy built to stand before me dangerously.



"So, my friendship is refused again? This time it wasn\'t even my task to offer it. But I\'ll let you know that the only, the only reason why you and your little sis were able to set foot into the school is because of me. And it is because of my mediation that your beloved father is not in prison yet."



I know I\'m acting really dumb and on impulse, but I feel like spending my frustration on him.



"But it seems to me, that it is you who is an unthankful prick, one who doesn\'t care about his family! Now out!"



I\'m storming towards the door to throw him out – out of my room and life, once and for all.



"Wait!"



This definitely isn\'t the time for him to use such an ordering tone.



"Malfoy!"



He catches up just when I\'m about to open the door, he is slamming it shut.



"Draco…"



I straighten myself and turn around slowly. His hands are holding the door on both sides of my head. Though I\'m trembling, I try to suppress the various – mainly unpleasant – feelings swirling inside me. I can\'t believe I have lost it like this.



"What, Ron?"



I\'m the leader, I\'m fully composed again. He\'s trying hard to think of something to say – to ease the situation. I send him a mean smile while touching his lips with index and middle finger. I\'m leaning my head back and give him an alluring look.



His lips are touching mine and he\'s pulling me close like I was a girl. At first it\'s strange, but I get used to it fast and soon allow myself to melt into it. I wonder if it\'s his will or my body that is yielding faster.



Our pulse is still quick from our earlier fight as he withdraws his tongue from my throat and looks me deep in the eyes.



"I can fuck you senseless every night if that\'s what it takes."



"We will see."



Is it wrong of me to do this?



Possible.



But he has to pay nevertheless. I\'m going to play with him as long as and however I feel like it. Then I\'m going to throw him before the dogs. It is dangerous to humiliate a Malfoy. Nobody should forget this.



It\'s pay back time.



Ron\'s POV



And, just like that, my days of the seventh year are passing by. Also I could expatiate upon my nights, because they are very busy lately. I\'m lacking both freedom and sleep. The only thing I\'m not lacking is healthy sex.



At first I thought I have to do him until one of us can\'t anymore, but it turned out differently.



The first rule is that I have to obey; the second says I have to be gentle and the third – although it won\'t be realized all the time – points out that I have to be slow. Summing up all these, I must admit, Draco Malfoy is a pervert.



He probably wants to compensate his unloved state within his family; adding the needs of a healthy young body, he simply turned out like this – stuck with me. I\'ve no idea why he has chosen me and maybe I\'ll never know, but I\'ll go with the flow for now. Or at least it must look like I do.



He wants to be dominated so much, though he himself doesn\'t even realize it. The best I can do now is, to yield to his wishes and take over his feelings bit by bit.



I\'ve already started pushing the limits of his so called dominance during sex and he wouldn\'t bring it up very often. In fact he mostly welcomes it when I suggest having a quickie when he only invited me for a quick blow between two lessons.



I really don\'t mind the sex itself, but more thrilling is the possibility to win over him.



I\'m stepping into the room and I find the object of my former thoughts. The surprising thing is that he has never come to my room before. He looks so different when he is curled up in the sheets. It\'s like it was improper for him to be here.



He doesn\'t fit to my worn out bed sheets, like he was from another world, beyond mine. Although this is my impression, I know very well that he\'s human – just like me.



He, too, can be hurt like a human.



I sit next to him and brush his hair to wake him.



„You are cute."



His sleepy eyes are focusing on me.



„I\'m always cute."



"Who made you believe this?"



He\'s pouting at me but it doesn\'t bother me; it\'s only for show and won\'t last for long anyway. He\'s not that girly. Instead he\'s turning and stretching lazily, getting up. Not wasting any time he\'s reaching into his pocket and throws me a bottle.



"Here. Familiar?"



Yeah, I guess.



"Still want to do that?"



I\'m eyeing him doubtfully. I hope I\'m able to make him drop the plan.



"For your information, I haven\'t forgotten anything about that night. And now I feel like realizing it again. Do you still remember what to do?"



His wand is moving and my bed is growing and becomes something he\'s used to.



"What was it again?"



I roll my eyes.



"Oh, now I remember; something about masturbating and you watching me sweating. How could I have forgotten? But after all we have done this far, what would be that good for?"



I\'m not sure about succeeding; he looks awfully serious and determined.



"You can start now."



He\'s making himself comfortable on the bed and with a sigh I start stripping.



"Don\'t undress!"



"Don\'t?"



"Don\'t."



As his majesty wishes.



I climb onto the bed, open my fly and carefully take few drops from the liquid. It feels hot and prickly a bit, like mint aftershave. I\'m aware that soon it\'ll feel too good, so I decide that – whatever happens – I have to keep my cool to some extent and continue having the upper hand.



I look at him and start stroking slowly. He\'s watching intently, not wanting to miss a single twitch of my face. I show him how good I feel and challenge him by licking my lips purposely.



In fact it would be a real pleasure to fuck him now.



He\'s sitting back seductively and starts putting off his shirt. His other clothes are following and now he\'s sitting there naked.



His hand is grabbing himself and he also starts sliding his fist up and down. I gulp. This is harder than I\'ve thought. He\'s kneeling up and closes the distance between us, still on his knees. Right before me he leans back a bit on one hand, with the other he touches my lips.



This is our silent sign if he wants me to suck him off. There are certainly no words needed this time either, as I bend and take him into my mouth. The stimulating effect makes him feel hotter and tastier than ever before. It causes me real pain to hold back from pleasuring myself – or him – faster.



My face gets warm and my head dizzy. I could find no better time to put into use what I\'ve worked for and achieved this far.



I put my mouth away, grab his shoulder and hold my hand wetted with the potion in front of his face. He\'s tensing, but does or says nothing, waiting for my next step.



I slide my hand over his face, torso and lower, barely, but not touching.



"Isn\'t it only half the fun like this?"



I touch my lips to his and lick over them.



"Is it that bad?"



I keep my tail up and take his words as encouragement deliberately.



While I slide my hand on his erection our tongues tangle together and I push him back on the bed, topping him. He doesn\'t object, though maybe I\'d still do it, even if he did. I take both our members in one hand and start rubbing them together.



It\'s not like sex would be usually unpleasant with him – ignoring the fact, that I\'m forced, – but in this moment it\'s incredibly amazing. Somewhere in the back of my mind something feels strange though. Something is missing from our usual routine.



Why isn\'t he clinging to me or asking to be gentler? Because gentleness is not the typical description at all to what I\'m currently doing.



But he\'s just laying there like a china doll, enjoying himself. It urges me to change that.



"Not enough, princess?"



His answer is only a soft moan when I carefully insert a finger and rub some of the liquid inside him. His moans become more passionate when I start stretching him wider, but other than that he\'s still not showing much reaction.



I\'m the straight opposite of his calmness; my inside is burning and I\'m at my limit. It\'s not my fingers I want to stretch him wide with.



My frustration must be evident, because he\'s smiling faintly at me.



"How do you feel? Don\'t you want to put it in me badly, Ron?"



I know, he\'s just mocking me, but I have to use this chance or I\'ll go crazy.



"As you wish."



I\'m somewhat afraid, that he\'ll tease me more by sating that this wasn\'t – obviously it wasn\'t – what he meant. But he won\'t, so I can freely sit back on my ankles.



This was a mistake, Malfoy. I\'m going to break that doll-like behavior of yours into pieces; then I\'m going to make you scream.



I grab him by the hips and pull him up, so that his ass is resting on my thighs and his legs are on my both sides. He does seem like a doll when he won\'t move a bit and even his arms and head hang lifeless. The only thing reminding me of his true nature is the hazy gaze.



And now I\'ll pump some life into those eyes. I\'m entering him not too slow, but not violent either. I start with medium speed, but soon realize something is wrong. Every time I thrust in he is loose just fine, but when I withdraw he becomes very tight, like he wouldn\'t want to let go.



Is he milking me, that bastard?!



It\'s too late now. I dig my fingers into his hips to hold back, but at last my body thrusts hard into him a few times at its own and I come hard.



When I regain my senses his snickering greets me. His body is soon shaking with mean laughter.



"That was quick. But did you forget that actually it was me who should have been satisfied?"



Now, that\'s what I call a challenge. Luckily I have every reason to be confident regarding my potential.



"I\'m sorry, Draco, but you were so tight that I just had to come inside you. Fortunately now I can fully attend to your needs. You are really hot like this. Can you feel me becoming hard again inside you?"



I start rocking again slowly and he looks surprised. I don\'t hide my amusement.



"You are so wet, like a lady."



He did not deign to answer, thought it\'s because he\'s busy with other things like me fucking him with small, but fast thrusts. His hands grab the sheets tightly as I alter the angle after every few thrusts just to make him go crazy.



I want him to go wild. This won\'t be a problem, now that I have that famous upper hand. My advantage lies by the fact, that although I got into connection with the potion earlier, I came once already.



He does go wilder soon; he\'s twisting more in my grip.



"Don\'t tear my sheets!"



I\'m getting laughed at.



"I\'ll try."



The overprotective-ness over my sheets gives me a new idea.



"I think I know how to get your hands occupied."



I go softer on him and take his erection between thumb and index finger to tease the tip. It\'s still slipperywith the potion – looks like it\'s not the type to absorptive quickly.



I know, of course, where he likes best to be touched; I had time to figure it out.



"I\'m…"



I take my hand away when his eyes flutter back. He is disappointed when he realizes that my fingers left their earlier place and travel to his nipples; first left, then to the right one.



"I wonder if you can feel it here, too."



"Who\'s the pervert here?"



I purposely avoid his centre from here on and hold his hips instead. Why spoil the fun?



As I continue doing him – being extra careful not to let him over the edge – first he won\'t do anything. But soon he\'s closing his eyes and his hands travel to his stomach. Then they wander higher seductively and I only watch dumbfounded and hungry, like I wasn\'t already in the middle of some hot action.



A sigh escapes his lips when he\'s finally touching his nipples slightly. I lick my lips again.



"Yes."



With his head turned to the side, small moans escape his mouth, while he\'s playing with the little buds, pinching and twisting them.



He seems to have withdrawn to his own little world; he doesn\'t even hear when I gulp loudly. I decide to end this quickly, before it\'s too late and I really turn into a slave-pervert.



"Hey."



I start stroking him again and thrust harder and faster into him.



"Let\'s come together."



His eyes open and he\'s coming just when his gaze has found me.



I reach my climax, too.



All was worth it.



Later that night I awake to him making his way out.



"Why don\'t you just sleep here?"



My senses tell me that he\'s freezing on the spot.



"Here? Are you out of your mind, Weasley?"



So I\'m Weasley again. What about the Ron?



I\'m disappointed. Not because of private feelings, of course; it\'s only that I don\'t want to be out of his favor.



My thoughts are swirling. Can I go back to sleep now?



I think I\'ll be a long night.



…tbc…