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Every Bad Sex Cliche in the Book	By : meleighme Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Beta�d by Lei. Also, I�m trying to get the chapters out faster, sorry for the long delay.

Ron stared up in horror, his gaze freezing at the greasy, black hair that swung just above Snape�s shoulders, and then looking beyond to freedom--the hallway out of the dungeons. There was a rustle behind him and Ron felt the warmth of another body pressing in close.
�Educating young Mr. Weasley, are we Draco?� Snape�s breath was hitting the side of Ron�s face and he flinched, willing himself to move, but Draco�s hands were sliding up Ron�s arms and holding him immobile.
�Slightly,� Draco�s shaky voice murmured against Ron�s ear and the hands paused on his shoulders, tightening and twisting in the sheets.
Ron�s face paled and he tried to stop himself from trembling. �Sir, I don�t�� He trailed off as Draco made a strangled sound in his throat and Ron�s shoulders were suddenly very cold as the sheet slid down.
A crash sounded off to his left and Ron turned quickly enough to see Draco stumble over a cauldron and scramble away. He couldn�t be certain, but he thought he heard Draco muttering �No no no� in a desperate, pleading sort of voice. Ron watched as Draco began to convulse on the floor and cover his ears. �I won�t,� Draco muttered into the floor. �Not again--bloody, get out--I won�t.�
It was horrifying, really, to watch as someone whose normal range of facial expressions was confined to sneering fall apart in front of him. Ron stared and began to wonder how long the insanity would have to last before he became just as loony as Draco. As he watched, the convulsions became less erratic and now seemed more like the battle to stay on the ground was slowly being lost. Draco�s legs began to kick out against the floor and it was like watching someone recover their balance after a long bout of Jelly-Legs.
When Draco had lifted himself up enough to crouch on the floor, Ron felt something cool and unyielding dig against his cheek. Glancing down, Ron saw a pale hand gripping a wand so tightly that the knuckles were turning yellow. Snape�s wand pressed harder and Ron turned his head to avoid getting a bruise.
As he looked towards Snape, who was alarmingly closer than he had been before, Ron pulled up the sheet, wanting badly to put it back over his shoulders, but the wand was lowering and pointing at his chest and Ron could feel his wrists itching from where he had pulled at the scarves before. He just couldn�t handle being tied again, and he wasn�t going to give Snape a cause to hex him.
�Draco,� Snape had an extremely intense look on his face, like he was directing all of his power into saying this one sentence. �Does not know which battles to fight; I do, and I apologize.� Ron glanced down at the wand and then back up in Snape�s face.
�Sir?� Ron asked. �I don�t quite--�
Then the intensity suddenly faded into the dazed expression that had become so familiar. �Dear boy,� Snape tilted forward and Ron tried to lean back but it felt like he was against a wall. Fetid breath was coming closer and closer--all right so maybe fetid was a little harsh, but he could feel Snape breathing on him. It wasn�t natural and it was more than a little disgusting, to say the least. �I fear I must tell you how I�feel.� Snape choked on the last word and his hair swung forward as he jerked his head a little to the side.
The narrator�s voice suddenly echoed in Ron�s ears.

Ron opened his eyes wide and glanced nervously up at Severus. Was this the moment when all his dreams came--no. Not dreams. Was this the moment when his fears came to life? He didn�t want to hurt Severus, but Ron had already given his heart away; yet he didn�t stop it when the black haired man leaned down--
�Oh for god�s sake.� Ron said as he glared up at Snape, whose mouth getting nearer to his own. �Just get it over with.�
�Did you do this to me?� Snape whispered and seemed to look into Ron. �Did you--�
Snape�s voice suddenly cut off and his robes shivered as though he had only just managed to stop moving the instant his muscles twitched forward. His right hand flexed around the wand before all of a sudden going completely limp. There was a distant clatter as the wood hit the floor, but Ron was transfixed; staring at Snape�s jaw as it clenched rhythmically.
Then Snape actually growled--and that was one of the scariest things Ron had ever heard--but he didn�t get a chance to worry because lips were attached to his and were moving in the oddest way. Snape�s mouth was opening and closing like a fish, and Ron could feel Snape�s teeth pressed shut as their faces mashed together. Then--oh god--Snape�s tongue was in his mouth and it was like an eel slithering around, jerking back and forth, and the wet smacking sounds were only interrupted by the frustrated mewling that Snape kept emitting and Ron just stood there. He couldn�t imagine how anyone could participate in this sort of activity with this man and he had a funny feeling that Snape, despite all of his pompous and haughty nature, was a virgin. Or at least had never been snogged before.
The kiss, if one could call a great slobbering fest like this a kiss, lasted for what seemed like hours, and Ron couldn�t focus beyond Snape�s nose knocking into his cheek and Draco�s whimpers off to the side. When Ron did try and move away or stop, and once--to hurry it along--even try to reciprocate, the bloody narrator started back in about how Ron was being noble and was unable to move because he was pinned, and how his true love was not Snape even though Snape desperately wanted it to be.
He had heard quite enough from the narrator, so he just remained unmoving. Then the mouth detached from his, with a great sucking pop, and Ron rather felt like he had just been attacked by a tentacle instead of being snogged proper.

�If I ever,� Snape was lifting his arm and Ron could feel the slight breeze from Snape�s palm tickling his cheek as though it were a particularly insistent fly. �Find out just how you managed to accomplish this, I will rend you limb from--�
There was a wheezing sound from off to the side and Ron got the distinct impression that Draco was laughing over there, at them--at him--and Ron snapped. �Now hold on! You think I did this?� Snape tilted his head as if to say, Who else? Ron rolled his eyes. �Why would I want to have sex with you?�
There was a pause, and then Snape slowly drew his hand back. �Indeed.�
And because Ron couldn�t think of anything else to say, he just blurted out, �I�m sorry.�
There was a muted sigh and Snape jerked his head back. They stared at each other, so close that Ron could feel the heat pouring off of Snape, who seemed to be growing more and more agitated with each passing minute. He could see Snape pursing his lips and swallowing, and then swaying back and forth like he was fighting something horrid. A vein was throbbing just above one of his furrowed black eyebrows, and Snape made a little shrugging motion as his hand brushed against Ron�s cheek.
Ron closed his eyes. �What? What is it? Just say it already.� There was a sudden pressure as Snape grabbed Ron�s neck just above his collar bone, and Ron braced himself to be pulled in or pushed down or something, but the hand just sat there; fingers pulsing in a rhythm that felt an awful lot like spiders wishing to travel into his hair.
Snape�s eyes went flat and black, like he was concentrating on something far away. He cleared his throat and patted Ron�s shoulder. �Ours was a love that was never meant to be.� Ron�s eyes snapped open. The hand disappeared as Snape did an abrupt about face and walked--robes billowing--down the hall and out of sight.
The wheezing noise increased in volume and Ron shot a glare over at Draco. �What is your problem?�
Draco looked up and Ron had to force himself not to take a step backwards. His eyes were bloodshot and tears were streaming down his face. It was odd though, because he didn�t look sad at all, rather he seemed to be angry. His cheeks were bright red and he had the appearance of someone who had exerted themselves for far too long and was about to pass out from sheer exhaustion. There was a slight rattling noise as Draco breathed in, and the blood from the wound across his cheek was mixing with the tears, making obscene white and pink stripes down his jaw. Draco brought up one hand and wiped his face tiredly.
�My head,� His voice cracked and he swallowed thickly. �My head hurts.� Draco glanced at the ceiling. �It really--� The words cut off and Draco stopped moving altogether, fingers frozen underneath his jaw, with blood and tears drying as they slipped down his face. Ron resisted the urge to move closer and shake Draco out of it, and along with that the urge to look at the ceiling as well.
Backing out of the doorway, Ron furtively looked down the hall to make sure there was no one there and then turned back to Draco.
�Hey look,� Ron said as he pulled the sheet closer to his body. �I�m going to go.�
Draco stared up at the ceiling; stuck in the halfway position between kneeling and standing, with one hand gripping the fading, grey curtains and the other curled next to his chin.
�I�m going to get help. You should�you just�� Ron took a deep breath and shut the door behind him as he walked into the hall. �Stay there.�
TBC
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