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Sex, Drugs and Death Eater Rock	By : Icarus Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Here," Draco said diffidently. "Have another drink, Percy. It'll take the edge off the shock."

Percy slumped on the couch of Ron's flat. He was surrounded by contraband booze, drugs, clothing, perfume, bubblebath, a mirror of unknown origin, black market Muggle music disks, and probably other items Ron hadn't discovered yet. Percy stared off into space, and absently accepted the refill.

At least he didn't know about the wand.

All told, Percy was taking it rather well. At least, Ron hoped so. The fact he hadn't said a word struck Ron as rather ominous, though.

They'd kind of forgotten about all that stuff - until they'd opened the door. The speed with which Percy had registered the contraband, shoved all of them into the flat, closed and locked the door behind them really spoke well of his presence of mind in an emergency.

Draco laughing probably didn't help matters much. But it was, after all, pretty funny that they'd forgotten. Now the three of them sat quietly in a row on the couch, with Draco in the middle, supplying the alcohol.

Percy stared at his glass, then suddenly knocked back the lot of it in one long gulp. He held the glass out to Draco. He did the same with the next. It was really nothing less than astonishing how efficiently Percy could get drunk, once he set his mind to it.

Draco turned on some music. It wasn't long before he had Percy up off the couch, dancing to a fast, catchy tune. And Percy didn't need to be taught.

He wasn't bad, either.

Amazing the things you learn about your brother.

In the mirror Ron caught glimpses of Percy dancing with two half-dressed girls, a tall redhead and a dainty blonde. There were flashes of skin, teal silk and dark blue, and Percy's swinging dark robe. Now that was a sight Ron never expected to see. Months later, when Ron tried to remember the details from this night, the image of the little blonde and Percy dancing in a mirror came back to him with vivid clarity.

~*~*~

Some time later, Percy was curled into the corner of the couch, his eyes shut.

Ron stretched out on the carpet. Draco's head was on his shoulder, and he stared at the ceiling, languidly leaning against Ron's chest. Draco's borrowed robe was flung over the couch, supposedly because he was hot, but Ron knew better. Flirt. And a show-off, with company here.

Ron's fingers absently played with his exposed nipples, which were small and (with a little effort) pointy. Pink. Ron's were broad and flat. Pretty cool really, how different people's bodies were. Ron's fingers circled, did little figure-eights, mapping Draco's chest.

"I guess we'll know soon enough if we can trust him," Draco sighed.

"He didn't call the guards, now did he?" Ron said.

"No."

"Trust who...?" Percy's slurred voice startled them. They didn't answer. Percy's half-lidded eyes scanned the two of them, and fell on Ron's hands. His brow furrowed slightly. "Ron? Are you sleeping with Draco Malfoy?"

Draco laughed - how could he have not known? - and Percy read the answer in Ron's face. Percy shook his head and snorted. "God." He let his head fall back to the couch with a soft thump.

~*~*~

Over an hour later, though time seemed to have lost all meaning, Draco nudged Percy to make sure he was asleep or otherwise unconscious. Percy didn't budge. Ron looked up blearily from his half-doze. The night had taken on a strange timeless glow, disconnected from the reality Ron knew. An after-effect of the drugs, or just exhaustion? Ron wasn't sure. Briefly, he wondered if Draco had slipped something into Percy's drink. But his mind snapped into sharp focus at Draco's first word.

"Conference," Draco whispered.

"Conference," Ron nodded at the signal. They spoke in curt whispers. The shift was disconcerting, but they never knew how long they'd have, or if Lucius had ways of listening. So far they were still alive; that was a good sign.

"Passwords, Draco. He has them. Who knows how many. But if I know Percy, he's made it his business to know as much as Lucius does, wherever possible. It'll make your getting past the Death Eaters that much easier. And if you have contact outside for this kind of shit

"- they won't help us." Draco shook his head, firmly.

"Don't rule it out. Some people will do anything for money!" Ron urged. "If a contact can get Percy's passwords to Dumbledore before they attack, they can slip people inside. A couple of weeks and I can have a list of all the weak points of the Ministry. This place'll collapse like a game of exploding snap," Ron said.

"That's assuming Percy will give them to us."

"Dammit, Draco. Of course he will! Why won't you trust him?"

"Why don't you? You haven't told him a thing about our plans!" Draco said in a fierce whisper. "Why is that, oh trusting brother."

"I can't tell him our plans!" Ron said; his voice rose to a stage whisper. "He's too bloody close to Lucius."

Draco looked victorious.

"Not the way you think," Ron explained. "Percy's a horrible liar. Just - terrible. He turns pink. It's pathetic, actually."

"We'd better get rid of this crap then," Draco observed.

"Yeah. Fast," Ron snorted. "But when everything goes down, he'll be there -"

Draco shook his head doubtfully.

"He'll. Be. There. He's very smart, and he's in deep with Lucius. Because Lucius can trust him." Draco opened his mouth, but Ron interrupted. "No, you listen to me. Lucius can trust him not because he's on their side, but because he's Percy. Hard-working. Upstanding. Lucius gets people better than you do, Draco! He gets everyone but you, though God knows he has a blind spot a mile wide where you're concerned - that's why I need you. I can't do this without you, Lucius is too well-protected.

"But Percy's loyal, and they've forgotten that. I bet they think he'll just choose the winning side. They're dead wrong.

"For you to live through it - we need Percy and everything he knows. With Percy, we'll either get out of this alive, or we'll do ten times the damage before we're goners. Ten times the damage: picture it, Draco. Get that image burned into your short-sighted little brain." Ron sighed. "In case you haven't noticed, that's why you need me: I plan."

Draco gave Ron an appraising look.

"You've changed, Weasley."

"You Malfoys kind of have that effect."

"I like it."

"I don't. I'd rather be watching Quidditch."

"It's hot." Draco's hand slid down the front of Ron's robes. "Boss."

Ron was suddenly aware of little things. The way Draco's hair tickled his chin, the faint scent of strawberry, the alcohol on Draco's breath as he climbed on top and they kissed.

"Oh... well... maybe it's not too bad, sometimes," Ron added as an afterthought.

Draco's face hardened, shadowed and suddenly grim above Ron. "You realise I may have to sacrifice one or both of you to get Lucius." It wasn't even a question.

Ron didn't say anything. He knew.

"I want you to know: I don't want to." Draco looked at the floor.

Ron looked up, suddenly understanding him. "Don't be stupid, Draco. Please don't be stupid! If you have to choose between the two of us, make it Percy."

Draco opened his mouth, but Ron interrupted him.

"I'm not being self-sacrificing here, honest! Hell, I want to live as much as the next guy. Maybe more. But Percy's your only chance of getting out of here alive. Once everything starts, my job is done, the plan's in motion. There's nothing more I can do."

"Don't lie to me. You are being self-sacrificing." Draco's eyes were penetrating. "Just not for Percy."

Ron had nothing to say to that. He swallowed. "I want to live. But without Percy, we're all finished."

Draco was silent a long moment, clearly contemplating the choice he'd have to make. He rolled onto his back, and threw an arm over his face.

He said finally, "Fuck me, Ron. Hard. Till I can't think or feel anything any more."

Ron's jaw was set, determined.

Before, there had always been a sense of their using each other. Mutually, of course, by some unspoken agreement, but it was still there. This was different. There was a pause as Draco glanced up, seeming aware of this, too. His eyes looked up at Ron, curiously vulnerable. He watched Ron's face as Ron stroked oil along himself, instead of his usual lascivious glances at Ron's cock.

Seeing things were somehow changed, against orders Ron took it slow, and put everything he had into it. Those grey eyes watched him, as Ron touched his lips to Draco's, delicately; then as he was invited in, Ron softly took his mouth.

Ron drew back, and Draco swallowed, feeling the difference. His heart, pressed against Ron's chest, raced.

This is what your first time should have been like, Ron thought.

Ron's heart thrummed as he deepened the kiss... and... wow, Draco could kiss. Ron drew back, opened his eyes and saw those perfect lips, still slightly pink from the lipstick, the beautiful sweep of lashes as he blinked, eyes dark now, stormy grey. His eyes tilted up at the corners, matching the chiselled cheekbones and pointed chin. Ron finally admitted to himself that Draco was every bit as pretty as he said he was. Prettier even, with that soft, sultry look in his eyes, and his face glowing up at Ron like that.

Ron's fists dented the carpet to either side of Draco. Those dark eyes swept Ron's face intently, as if memorizing and counting his freckles. Ron blushed, and a smile - Draco's real smile - played across his face. Ron beamed. He nuzzled into Draco's neck. Draco tipped his head with a shuddering sigh, writhing under Ron. God, he was sensual. Ron wanted him. Wanted every inch of him.

Ron wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed him again, holding him slightly off the ground. Draco's eyes widened at the sheer strength this took, and kissed him back enthusiastically.

Knowing Draco had been a virgin made all the difference. Draco hadn't been inconsiderate. He'd been inexperienced. Ron wanted to see his total abandon, that wanton vulnerability.

Ron's hands and arms slid down cool skin that shivered at his touch, and he took Draco's nipple in his mouth, trailed kisses down his stomach, sucked his cock into his mouth. Draco moaned softly, sweetly, and Ron's expert touch smoothed between the firm curve of his cheeks. Ron's breath caught momentarily; Draco had already prepared himself. When had he done that? After a few strokes with a forefinger, Ron, very serious, pressed his cock against Draco; he held it there, and made sure he got the angle just right.

He stroked inside with a guttural groan, lost for a moment in the overwhelming sensation. He marvelled again at how limber Draco was. He nuzzled Draco's neck, and Draco panted into Ron's hair. Those hands on his back told Ron what he wanted to know as they suddenly dug in on a thrust. Got it. Ron winced as Draco bit his shoulder - ouch, he was never fond of that - but kept going.

He imitated Draco's own slow, forceful pace, going deep, as Draco did with him. He was rewarded with a breathless moan and Draco's mouth was suddenly hungry for Ron's lips, desperate. Draco's arms dragged Ron closer on top of him. He trembled.

"Come inside me," Draco's insistent whisper teased along his neck.

Ron simply nodded, but his eyes and whole body blazed at this and he slid into his own faster pace, Draco puffing beneath him, his lips slightly parted... so close to Ron's. Sweat streaked Draco's forehead, the carpet burned underneath Ron's knees... Draco's legs were so smooth along his sides, his eyes so very bright. Draco's hands stroked along his own cock between them. Ron came in a sudden powerful flood, losing himself completely.

He still saw Draco's burning eyes, as he closed his own.

Draco sped his own climax, moaned and arched, quieter than earlier. His lips under Ron's were cool, and he came softly. Ron realised Draco had waited for him to come, just to watch his face.

Ron opened his eyes, and met Draco's warm, possessive smile, the only warm expression Ron ever recalled seeing there.

Gently, Ron rolled to his side rather than squish him, and Draco curled up in Ron's arms, sighed, and tucked his head into his shoulder. He looked dazed and frankly amazed.

Ron said breathlessly, "This is what you do to me every night." Which didn't make sense to him, even moments after he said it. But he hoped Draco understood anyway.

As the sweat cooled on their bodies, Ron slowly became very aware of the dig of the carpet into his cheek. And the fact that there were no blankets.

"Let's go to bed," he whispered.

As though reluctant to move, Draco slowly nodded. He suddenly gave a little yip of surprise as Ron scooped him up - Draco was such a little thing after all - and carried Draco through the living room. There was a flash of annoyance in Draco's eyes. He did not like being reminded he was smaller than Ron. Ron grinned at it mischievously.

"Stallion," Draco said sarcastically, as he wrapped his arms around Ron.
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