My December

Author: Haruka/HauntedDreams
Feedback: TheCrew@slashtheplanet.com

Rating: NC17

Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Ron/Draco.

Warnings: Implied rape, graphic rape/rough sex, D/S, graphic language.

Dedication: To my “#1 fan” Swirly Chan. This is for your patience and confidence. I hope you enjoy it!

Notes: This is the first time I’ve ever written this pairing, and she requested Dom!Ron and a harsher sex scene than I normally do. I did my best.

The song is called ‘My December’ by Linkin Park. I recommend listening to it while you read the story, it sets the mood beautifully.

~DM~ or ~RW~ indicates a point-of-view change to the mentioned character in ~~.

// is song lyrics.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or the song ‘My December’. I am not making money off of it in any way. This is for entertainment only.

Archive: My site (www.slashtheplanet.com)and my LJ, and anywhere else I deem \"appropriate\". This is an exclusive fic for Swirly Chan.
Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.

I know the ending sucks. I\'ll rewrite it when I have more time :-) I had a deadline of 4 days to get this out. I think I did alright considering.

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~DM~

/This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear/

It began snowing a week ago. It’s enchanting, waking up in your lovers’ arms and then discovering that while you reached your peak of passion during the night, the snow was falling. Covering the ground in white purity.

I sit there at the window, gazing out at the grounds, wishing his arms were around my waist, holding me while we both take in the view.

/This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone/

I remind myself that I will only be alone for another few hours, then he will be with me and we can resume our vigorous nights of passion.All I have to wait for, is my father and mother to go visit some distant relative somewhere else. I didn’t pay attention. The only thing I heard was that they were leaving me alone at home during the holiday while they went out for at least a week.

I wrote to him that night.
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~RW~

My lover is waiting for me. Only a few more hours and I’ll be with him again.

I’ve never been to Malfoy Manor, obviously, Draco assures me that we won’t be seeing much besides his bedroom. I don’t mind at all.

It’s already been four days since he left for home. Four aching long days. Four torturous nights. Well, that will be remedied shortly.

Mom and dad think I’m staying at Hogwarts. That’s alright, because Harry and Hermione will cover for me.
Only Harry and Hermione know about me and Draco, and they keep it secretive, like I begged. Well, I blackmailed Harry (since he’s with both Fred and George at the same time), and Hermione gave me her word. I’m more worried about Harry than I am Hermione, but like I said, he has his secrets that he wishes would not be revealed. We came to an understanding very quickly, especially since...Well...There are things we never mention.

I’m only waiting for word from Draco that his parents are out of the country, and I’ll be there. With him. Alone.

I can hardly control my arousal at the thought of taking him on his own bed. Leaving my mark on him in his own house. Placing my ownership on him in every way possible.

He’s mine. I’m going to make sure he knows it.
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~DM~

//And I
Just wish that I didn\'t feel
Like there was something I missed//

I lean my head against the cold windowpane.

I sometimes think that our relationship is based only on sex. Much to people’s surprise, I want something *more*. I want to be loved. Yes, Draco Malfoy, wants to be loved and not just thoroughly fucked every night.

I lower my head.

You see...I’ve been being fucked since I was young enough to remember. I was a pawn of my father’s. If someone was going to tell the Ministry that father was involved in the Dark Arts, I was handed off for the night, whether I wanted to or not. I indulged their sick fantasies, just to keep the ‘family honor’ intact. I never disappointed my father in doing my duty as a Malfoy.

Once I was old enough to understand what I was really doing, I began to search for some enjoyment in the couplings. I found myself imagining different scenarios, different faces, different places. I began thinking that it wasn’t wrong for me to seek my own fulfillment while giving my body to various users. I actually had some very gentle lovers, seeing that I came at least once during our involvement. Others, however.....well, that’s best left where it is and untold.

Ron and I became a ‘couple’ right before Quidditch season. I was alone, watching him practice (we all know he needs it), when Potter joined him on the field.

Apparently Potter didn’t notice me, because he flew right up to Weasley and kissed him. Hard and full on the mouth.

Needless to say, I was in shock. Potter *and* Weasley? Hmm...

I decided to watch, since they hadn’t asked me not to.

It seems as though this a s a regular occurrence, because they both readily flew off to one of the Gryffindor boxes, disembarked, and began on a much different task.

I grabbed my own broom and tried to get closer without being noticed. I flew right over them, settled down very quietly (not that they would have noticed, one of them was being very vocal by this time) on the roof of the structure, laid down, and peered over the edge. What I saw surprised me.

Weasley was on his back, on a blanket (as I said, it must have been a regular occurrence, or at least pre-planned for they had a blanket and a small phial of liquid off to the side), already stripped down.
Potter was working his boyfriend’s very impressive erection with his hand and mouth interchangeably.

I never thought of Potter as a submissive, but with the tight handhold that Weasley had on Potter’s hair, I can guess that he enjoyed it, or had no choice in the matter.

I never even thought of Weasley as being attractive. But at that moment, with his skin flushed, moaning and writhing beneath Potter, with his hand fisted in the boy’s hair...He was heaven to look at.

I began wondering how much experience Potter really had with blowjobs and anal sex in general. I was willing to bet the entire Malfoy fortune that I could make Weasley writhe, come, and scream for me better than Potter ever could. I have several years of experience, after all. I wanted to prove that I could do better than his boy-toy, and I must confess, as soon as I saw how much he was packin’ in those trousers, I wanted to feel him within me. I’m a regular little whore. I know.

I watched as Potter backed off of his boyfriend as he came. Hmph. I would have swallowed.

I witnessed Potter and Weasley clumsily fucked. I also noticed that the latter didn’t come. Potter didn’t realize this as he screamed his release and fell asleep on Ron’s chest. I would have guaranteed Weasley at least three orgasms before seeking my own.

Yes, this was definitely a personal challenge for me.

I never wanted to admit it, but after these few months of ‘dating’, I think I’ve fallen in love with him. I’ve never been in love, but I’m not numb to emotemotions I get when I’m around him, or while we’re making love.

Will I ever tell him? I don’t know. Maybe after Hogwarts, when we’re both free of our familial obligations. When we can live our own lives.

A knock at my door brings me out of my reverie
“Y
“Yes?” I ask in my usual drawl.

“Young Master Malfoy, your parents have departed,” a houself answered through the door.

I smiled, and sent my signal.

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~RW~

The bewitched talisman in my hand begins to burn. I look at it. The silver dragon had turned a brilliant emerald green. The coast was clear.

I bid my goodbyes to Harry and Hermione, grab my small bag, and touch the prearranged portkey.

Within seconds I’m standing inside a very large room. It has muted-black walls with emerald green accents on the moldings. High paned windows have long black silk drapes partially obstructing the view. A fire burns in the ornate fireplace.

In the center of the back wall is where my focus drifts and is held. I set my bag down beside me with trembling fingers as I examine the biggest four-poster bed I have ever seen.

It is very much in the style of Hogwart’s beds; with heavy black curtains surrounding the massive bed. It has three steps leading up to it and sits on a very slightly elevated platform.

I venture towards it slowly. I ascend the steps, pull back the curtain, and gaze upon my naked lover, sleeping on his side, among dark green silk sheets.

I know that he can’t be asleep, for he had activated both the talisman and portkey secobefobefore. But if he wants to be a sleeping beauty, then I will happily oblige.

I slowly undress myself, the rustle of clothes the only sound in the room.

Once naked, I slowly climb under the sheets, pull the curtain back into place behind me, and wrapp my arm around Draco’s slender waist.

I nuzzle the back of his neck gently and feel him stir slightly. I sit up on my side and look at him.

He looks so angelic amongst the sheets. His white flawless skin is such a sharp contrast to the green silk.

I gently roll him onto his back. He doesn’t awaken, so I kiss him. Gently, almost hesitant at first, then harder and deeper as his mouth opens to mine.

He wrap his arms around my neck. I pull back and look at him. He is smiling.

I maneuver myself on top of him and feel an impressive erection. It seems as though he was hard already, probably from daydreaming all day, and our four day chastity.

“My Draco,” I whisper, running my hand through his short blonde hair.

“Yes, my Master,” he answers in his most sultry voice.

“You haven’t forgotten, very good,” I claim his mouth roughly in a searing, fiery kiss.

He responds eagerly, submitting to me completely, allowing my probing tongue into his mouth for a very thorough exploration. He tastes like chocolate and...is that wine?

I back off. “Have you been drinking?” He nods slowly.

I fist my hand in his hair. “Without me, or my permission?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, so my grip tightens painfully. He yelps.

“I’m sorry, Master. I thought it would help set the mood,” he whimpers beneath me.

I bring his head up to mine, “You know better than to act without permission.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, WHAT?” I demand in a very dangerous tone.

“Sorry, Master. Master, sorry, Master.”

I release him and roll off.

“Make it up to me,” I command harshly.
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~DM~

I shakily rise onto my knees, preparing to straddle him.

I must say I’m shocked. He is usually the dominant but but never like this. He’s never hurt me before.

I straddle him and run my hands down his chest. He rocks his hips in a suggestive manner, and I feel his erection poke me.

I lay myself on top of him and kiss my way down his jaw, and nibble on his throat. I move father down on his chest.

My eyes are lock on his. His eyes exhibit such possessive passion it moves me. I feel myself growing hard beneath his gaze.

“Touch yourself,” he nearly whispers, his voice full of seduction. I sit up, stradg hig his stomach, and obey silently, fearing another violent flare of his temper.

My hand moves on my rapidly filling erection, bringing it to life, so to speak. I moan for him, I know how he loves to hear my voice.

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~RW~


My pet was stroking himself and moaning. How much more could a guy want? Honestly...I have the most beautiful man, albeit the most feisty of tongue, if anything his feisty remarks only add to my desire for him.

My Draco...Who is currently working his own erection with feverish need, his eyes locked on mine.

Oh dear...He’s moaning. His lovely small mouth parting, his tongue dancing out to wet his lips, and that seductive purr that can make me come almost instantly.

His pre-come is starting to drip now...Hot little pearls onto my chest.

He is just lovely...A complete vision. I will never tell him that, of course. I can’t let him know that he can undo me this easily, or how he can turn every head when he enters a room.

That last thought sparks another wave of jealousy and reminds me of my original intent...To claim him, let him *know* he’s been claimed, and break him. To show him who’s the Master of this relationship.
***
~DM~

I’ve been working myself for minutes now, and I feel the stirrings of an orgasm. That’s when I notice his eyes....They’ve darkened. It seems as though he’s looking at me without really *seeing* me.

Before I can even comprehend it, his hand is in my hair again, and he’s jerking me off of him to lay beside him. He then moves on top of me.
**
~RW~

Draco groans in pain as I throw him off of me. I lay on him, my intentions unmistakable.

I can plainly see the lost confusion in his eyes; we’ve never fucked without first sucking each other off. Something I plan on changing tonight.

I want him to have no question of my...affection for him. You see, I’m protecting him from all those people who would take him and leave him. People who see him as just a whore. He’s much more than that to me. Honestly, he is. But I can’t relinquish my hold on him.

Ever since our first time, I’ve felt the need to dominate him. He’s so frail looking, as if made of some expensive spun glass. But I know that fragility disguises an unsatiable lust. I love that about him.

But it is time for me to put him in his place.
***
//This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need//

~DM~

He positions himself at my entrance. This confuses me.

We’ve never made love without first sucking each other off, or at least him preparing me. Hell, he doesn’t even have lube!

My eyes widen as I realize he’s going to take me rough and hard.

I stuffs his hand in my mouth, as a gag I presume, and then with a look of apology in his eyes, he plunges into me. I scream, but that is muffled by his hand, which he forces farther into my mouth.

It hurts. More than any other sexual encounter I can recall. I think, though will neadmiadmit, the pain is more in my heart than in my arse, no pun intended.

He moans, trying to cover my groans of pain, and proceeds to thrust harshly. I can feel myself tearing with each of his brutal thrusts.

I can feel liquid exiting my body. I try to convince myself it’s cum, but I know otherwise. This worries me.

I look at him in silent pleading. He has his eyes closed. I am *made* to suffer in silence.
***
~RW~

He nearly screams when I enter him. I took the precaution of stuffing my hand in his mouth, just in case.

Gods. He is *tight*, even after his active lifestyle, he is as tight as a virgin.

The friction of our unprepared coupling adds immeasurable pleasure to my fierce thrusts.

I moan loudly, trying to drown out the sounds of his pain-filled groans. I can’t bear to hear him in pain, even though I knew this would wound him.

ek mek my own pleasure right now as I thrust into him relentlessly. I can feel liquid warmth, and I fear I have gone too far, too hard, too fast....

But I can’t stop.

Not now.
***
~DM~

I feel my eyes well up with tears as he tears into my body. If I could, I would scream out for him to stop. Or for help. Anything...anything.

I bite his hand to try to get attention. This only causes him to push it farther into my mouth, causing my tongue to nearly gag me.

‘Help me,’ I ask any God that may be listening. ‘Please...I don’t deserve this.’
***

~RW~

I’ve never considered raping anyone. At least, not before this.

I can feel him beneath me, trying to push me away, so I pin his arms over his head and hold his wrists with my free hand.

I feel in a position of such....power. It’s seductive...being able to take someone and decide if they feel pleasure or not.

I look down at my boyfriend, my victim.

He has tears streaming down his face, he’s struggling against my hands, he looks to be in misery.

I remove my hand from his mouth.

“What’s wrong, love?”

He sniffles and pants raggedly. “You’re....you’re....hurting me!,” he nearly screams.

I scoff. “Of course I’m hurting you. You’ve never complained before.”

He turns his head to the side and stares at the curtains enveloping his bed.

That’s when I know he’s not joking or playing a role.

I don’t stop, however. No. He will not make the rules of this game. Only I do that.

I speed up my thrusts and go deeper and harsher into him. I see his eyes slide closed.

His angelic face twists, and he grimaces in pain.

I’m almost ready to come...This won’t stop me.

I close my eyes and imagine him chained to his bed with leather straps, begging for my touch, and that alone undoes me. It is my favorite fantasy, you see. One that he refuses to allow me.

I manage to grind out his name as I come inside him.

I know how much that must hurt him. He has to be sore, maybe even torn, and then to have my hot seed flow inside him? It must burn something unbelievable.

But that’s his fault. Not mine.
***
~DM~

It’s finished. Thank the heavens. He’s done.

I clumsily push him off of me and curl up on my side, that simple act causing my sore muscles pain.

He’s never done this to me before. He’s never...No. I wasn’t just raped. He would never....

I begin to cry more harshly and without reserve.

That bastard....raped me.
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~RW~

He begins to cry again.

I curl up on my side and try to bring him to me, to cuddle with him, as is customary.

He pushes me away fiercely.

“Draco...?” I kiss his shoulder.

“Leave....me,” he whispers, drawing himself into more of a ball.

“Why? You know I was just playing with you....right?”

No answer.

“Draco...You don’t think that I....That I would really....Do you?”

No answer.

My heart sinks. He thinks I raped him. Did I ?

Shame washes over me. I thought he knew I was playing...That I was just trying to be dominant...

Oh. My. God.

My poor Draco...

I raped him.

“Draco...Oh my God, I am so sorry,” I try again to hold him, and he rebuffs me.

“Get...The...Hell...Out...”

When I make no move to do as requested, he adds “Now.”

I get up and get dre qui quickly and depart.
***

~DM~

//This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear

And I\'d give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to//

He leaves me, and I am alone with my thoughts.

How could he think he was ‘playing’ with me? I didn’t want it...I couldn’t say ‘no’ because of the damn thing he did with his hand in my mouth...So even if I did protest, he wouldn’t have heard me. I had no choice but to take it...Right?

I lay here for what seems like hours, wwingwing in my shame and embarrassment.

I sit up in bed and move to get up. I cause myself so much pain in that simple act that I lean back against the headboard for a while until I work up the courage to stand.

When I manage, I involuntarily look down at the bed sheets...and I see blood. My blood. It makes me feel sick, for it reminds me of my first time when I was a child....When I awoke in a pool of blood and seamen...

I shake myself. I can’t think of that right now.

I slowly walk to my dresser and pull on my robe, and continue on to the adjoining bathroom.

I bathe in silence for a long while...The hot water working wonders in my sore areas and tense muscles.

I can’t help but relive what happened. Why would he....?

I get out and dress in my robe once again.

I walk out into my bedroom and see that the sheets have been changed in my absence.

But I cannot bear to sleep here. Not with these memories still lingering.

I do something that I haven’t done in years...I go and sleep in my father’s bed.

I would do that after a harsh night of being someone’s sex toy...Surprisingly, he would just hold me...Caress my hair...Tell me everything would be fine...

Of course, my father isn’t home. But at least I have more comforting memories here than in my room.

I lay on his bed, draw the curtains, and proceed to fall asleep with his scent hanging in the air.
***
~DM~

I slept in father’s bed for the rest of the holiday.

He was surprised when he returned to find me cuddled up there. But he said nothing of it at that time.

He summoned after dinner to his office.

“Yes, father?” I ask with trepidation. I pull my robe tighter around me when I noticed his stare. After what happened, I’ve felt extremely self conscious....and ashamed.

“Draco, my son... hap happened while I was gone?” His tone booked no argument.

“I...” I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to him. I just...couldn’t.

He noticed my discomfort. I stand there in silence for many minutes before he allows me to go.

I sleep in my own bed that night, and wake the house with my screams.

Father was the first to rush in. “Draco?”

I hear his voice, but I’m still within my dream...

I feel strong arms envelope me. I fight against them...I don’t want to be immobile...No...I have to defend myself.

“Draco!” I hear my father’s voice. “Draco, stop! You’re dreaming!”

I begin to awaken. As the fringes of my nightmare fade away, I become well aware of where I am, and who is holding me.

I fall into my father’s embrace, my head on his chest. I proceed to do something I haven’t done in years...I cry in front of him.
***
~RW~

I haven’t heard from Draco since...the incident. The holiday is almost over with. Every letter I send is sent back to me, unopened.

I have no other way of speaking to him...If he only knew how sorry I was...Of how I can’t sleep without him, of how ashamed I am of what I did to him...Of how much I love him.
***
~DM~

“Here, drink this,” father hands me a glass of water as he continues to hold me.

I drink it without question, feeling loved by that most simple act.

“Now tell me...What happened to you while I was gone?”

I feel myself answering...But I don’t want to tell him...I can’t stop myself...

“My boyfriend raped me.”

He stops stroking my hair and lifts my chin to look into my eyes.

“What?”

My eyes began to sting with more unshed tears. “My boyfriend raped me...”

He became enraged...

“Who did it?”

“Ron Weasley.”

He backhands me. “You...You...You let a *Weasley* touch you? You’re no better than a common mudblood whore!”

I begin crying, once again.

“I love him, father!”

I suddenly realize the legitimacy of that statement. Surely, I was under Veritaserum. How else would I have confessed to the...incident? So...that must mean....that I love him? ‘Yes,’ a voice inside me says. ‘You do...’

If he could have gotten any angrier, he surely did.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that...Because if I did, there would be nothing to stop me from killing my only child...”

I sob in fear.

“If he did rape you, then you must have deserved it...As for your relationship, you will discontinue seeing him immediately, or else find someone to take you in...Because you will no longer be known as a Malfoy...Much less my son.”

I tremble. “Yes... father.”
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Epilogue (Years later):

‘Dear Diary:

What a day it has been! So much has happened since yesterday...well, you know that.
After all, I do write daily.

The ceremony was beautiful. Everyone was in attendance. Things ran smoothly.

I am truly grateful for everything I have...

I will make it a point to enclose photographs and more details later. As for right now...’

“Draco?”

I turn. “Yes?”

“Aren’t you coming to bed?”

“In a moment.”

‘...I must do my marital duty and make thorough love to my new husband.

Sincerely,
DMW’.

I put my diary away in the desk drawer and set my quill aside.

I slowly walk to the bed, shedding my sheer robe as I go.

He grins at me in the candlelight.

I climb into bed naked and proceed to kiss him lovingly.

“I love you, my Draco,” Ron whispers to me.

“I love you...My prince.”
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