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So, post coital?	By : JTMonk Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 3946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The moon always made me feel so alive.

There is no kind of werewolf inside me, but just the fact that every night, no matter what the day has done to me, the moon, like the rain, washes all the shit away.

I get so fucking sick of listening to everyone bitch about me behind my back, yes, I feel like shit, I've lost loads of weight, I don’t really want to talk to anyone any more. Get over it!

After all the shit that went down between me and Harry, I would have thought that people would get the message to just leave me alone. I just wanna keep my head down and get on with it.

*Flashback*

“What do you mean you’re fucking gay!?” Harry shot me a filthy sneer.

“Mate, what’s with the anger!”

“You've seen me naked! Is that why you’re telling me this, coz you wanna fuck me!” He was just starting to get spiteful.

“No, you fucking prick, I'm telling you coz you're my best mate, and I wanted some support! I didn't know you were going to be such a dick about it!”

“Be told Ron, if you're a queer, I am not your best friend! What do you think that will do to my reputation, the Great Harry Potter hangs out with a queer!” Harry spat the last words at me, I snapped. In the middle of the Great Hall, I punched him. He went down, hard, and at a funny angle, managing to smack his head off the table as well.

He grabbed the side of his face, just as the blood started to flow, and it really did flow! I’d split his eye socket open, and blood was gushing down his face.

“What the fuck have you done to me!” He was nearly screaming as he stood and bolted for the door.

Hermione just stared at me, open mouthed, and speechless.

*End Flashback.*

Almost everyone sided with Harry, to them, I was the scum that punched the Boy Wonder. Life became quite lonely quite quickly. It didn't help that Harry went round the entire school outing me to everyone. It did mean that I got my own room in the tower though, as no one wanted to share with me.

There were a couple who still talked to me, but I was always guarded with what I said, in case it got back to Harry that I was slagging him off, or some shit like that.

I hate school.

The worst part was having to tell my mum that Harry wouldn’t be coming over for Christmas, or ever again for that matter. All she kept asking was why had we fallen out. I couldn’t face telling her, I couldn’t deal with the fact that my family might turn on me like the rest of the school did.

I didn't get the big deal, its only gay, it’s not like I’d done what some of those weird muggles did and had surgery to make myself into some kind of fake woman thing.

Hermione still spoke to me, but it was always very matter of fact, no real friendship, it was almost like she thought she had to out of good manners or something.

I always sat on my own in lessons, back of the class, head down. It really did amazing things for my grades.

Potions class, we had to work in pairs to make some kind of elixir that could make a tree grow or something, and to save arguments, Snape paired the class up.

“Malfoy, you work with Weasley.”

Really! Malfoy! It was bad enough that I was some kind of outcast, but I had to be paired with him!

I watched as his eyebrows rose in disbelief, but before he could voice his protest Snape gave him that glare that said “Don’t even think about arguing with me!”

Malfoy got up and stomped over to my desk, sitting down with a slump, glaring at me.

Snape gave us the instructions and told us to get to it.

“How about you do the work, and I’ll sit here and silently hate you.” I muttered over at Malfoy.

“Piss off, its not my fault he paired us together, do you really think I want to be seen with you!”

We started mixing ingredients, ignoring each other as much as possible, when we both reached to put something in the cauldron and our hands touched. It was electric. His hands were icy cold, and smooth. We both froze, staring at the two hands that were touching.

Malfoy broke contact first, pulling his hand away too quickly and spilling the bat blood he was holding. The blood flowed over the table top, dripping to the floor. Still, there was silence. I lowered my hand to the table, without thinking, placing it in the spilt blood that was ebbing its way over my notes. We stared at each other in silence. That was the first contact we’d had without it being in anger. Malfoy composed himself first.

“Try not to touch me again Weasel.” He said in a very cold, and matter-of-fact way.

I just looked down at my own hand, lifted it from the blood and wiped it on my robe. I pulled myself together quickly and, without saying anything, started adding the other ingredients. We worked in yet more silence until the lesson ended.

I couldn’t get the feel of his skin out of my head, I just kept remembering the sparks that seemed to shoot up my fingers, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and my pupils dilate. Every time I thought about it my skin tingled.

Midnight approached and I was still wide awake, staring at the ceiling gently humming a tune to myself. I felt content, and I didn't know why, but I didn't want to question it. I laid, with one hand on my bare chest, listening to myself breathing, letting my mind wander, when the door knocked. Just two, small, light taps on the wood.

No one knocked on my door, I sat for a moment, thinking maybe I just imagined it. Then it knocked again, just the same.

I got off the bed and almost cautiously walked over to the door, slowly working the handle to open the door. The door slightly slid open, and a hooded figure stood in the door way.

“I need to talk to you.” Malfoys voice flowed out from under the hood.

“What are you doing here, how’d you get in?”

“Never mind that, like I said, I need to talk to you. Let me in.”

I realised I was standing with my arm still on the door, blocking his path into my room. I let my arm fall to my side, and he walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

He turned to face me, and removed his hood. His ungelled hair fell over his eyes.

“I need you to clarify something for me.” His tone was flat, no sarcasm, or venom.

“What...?” I had no idea what he was going to ask.

He stood for a second, looking at me, trying to form the words in his mind before he said them. He rushed forwards, grabbing the back of my head, and slamming his lips into mine. I was suddenly on fire. My skin was screaming with electricity. In a moment I clasped both my hands round his face, holding him in the violent kiss as I closed my eyes and locked my tongue with his.

It was intense, violent, passionate, everything I thought about while laying on my own in my room. It was like he was using his hatred to heat the lust. His right hand was clamped to the back of my neck, fingers digging in to the flesh, while his left hand had snaked up my back, fingers digging roughly into my skin.

He pulled his face back, and broke the kiss. His hands stayed in the same position and he looked at me, the fire in his eyes was pure want. His face was an aggressive stare.

“Fuck me!” He growled, his voice sounded like it was coming from his gut more than his throat.

I was mesmerised. I nodded silently. My brain took a couple of seconds to kick in. I grabbed him round the back of the neck this time, pulling him back into me for another rough kiss. I got my hand inside his cloak, feeling nothing but his ice cold skin. I worked my hand down to his arse, not coming into contact with any clothing. He was naked under this cloak. My cock throbbed, I was hard, incredibly hard, it hurt.

I brought my other arm round from his neck, pushed it into his throat, while pulling him in with the hand on his arse. He arched backwards, while I pulled the button at the top of the cloak of the fabric. The cloak fell to the floor, and I pulled him in closer, moving my hand from his throat to the back of his neck again. I felt his cock dig in to my stomach. I felt both of his hands on my back, working quickly down to the elastic at the top of my jogging bottoms. He slid a thumb in at each hip, pushing them to the floor. He grabbed my arse and pulled himself in closer to me, forcing our cocks together.

I spun both of us round, and walked him backwards into the door, slamming him into it. His teeth bit into my lip, and I tasted the coppery taste of blood. I moved my hand to the top of his head, broke the kiss, and pushed him forcefully down. His knees buckled and slammed into the wooden floor. He was eye level with my cock.

He knew exactly what to do, and didn't waste a second, getting a hand round the base of my cock, and locking his lips over my swollen head. It was involuntary, I lunged forward, shoving my whole cock down his throat. He gagged, pushing the hand holding my cock back to make me withdraw from his throat. I heard him take a breath, then he swallowed around my cock. The muscles in his throat rippling down my shaft. It was amazing. I threw my head backwards, eyes closed, and groaned, loudly.

He worked my cock for a couple of minutes, but it seemed like hours. He was an expert.

I had to stop him, he was going to make me shoot if this carried on. I grabbed a handful of his hair, and pushed my arse backwards, pulling my cock from his mouth, as I roughly pulled him up by his hair. He looked me in the eye, with a filthy grin on his face. I spun him, pushing his front into the door. He spread his hands on the door, face turned sideways, cheek mushed into the woodwork.

He pushed his arse out, arching his back, slightly moving his legs apart. It was a stunning sight. His skin was flawless, apart from the beads of sweat that had formed. I moved forward, rubbing my cock against the cleft between his lily white cheeks. He moaned. My cock was still slick with his spit, I worked it back and forth a couple of times, greasing him up.

I pulled back slightly, wrapping my hand round my cock, pushing it downwards with my thumb. I edged forward, feeling for his tight hole with my cock. I found it instantly, and as I rubbed my head over it, Malfoy groaned into the wood. I pushed it forward, breaching him quickly, sliding almost halfway in before pulling out again. It pushed the breath from his lungs and he gasped. I pushed it in again, sliding in fast until his cheeks slapped off my groin.

His back arched painfully while he struggled to gain a breath. He was tight, and so hot it almost burnt. I held there for a second, then clamped both hands on his hips and pulled him back some more, forcing myself into him deeper. I ground my hips into his arse, waiting for his muscles to relax around me. He pulled himself forward a bit and then thrust backwards, his muscles didn't relax any further as he slid forward again and thrust back.

“Please.... Fuck me...” He whimpered through ragged breaths.

I started to pull out and slam back in to him. I felt wild, like an animal, as I fucked him. His breathing quickened, panting in time with my violent thrusts. I moved my hand from his hips, and grabbed his hair. I pulled his head back, and leaned in, my lips at his ear.

“You filthy cunt, you love my cock. You love that I'm fucking you, don’t you, Draco!” I growled into his ear. I pushed his head back into the door as he whimpered louder. I let my hand fall from his hair, reached round to the front of him, and quickly grabbed his cock, pumping it in time with my thrusting strokes. He started grunting, placed both hands palm down on the door, and pushed backwards, making me step back. I pushed forward into him harder and he dropped his head and arched his back further. I was close, my thrusting became erratic, as did my pumping of his cock. He pushed my hand out the way and started to work himself furiously.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back again, using it to gain leverage and force myself deeper inside him. I was panting heavily, almost gasping for breath. I slammed into him twice more, and started to shake, I was going to explode. Suddenly his tight ring started to contract around my cock, and Malfoy let out grunt after grunt as he shot his load over the door. This muscle spasm pushed me, grunting and shaking, into a violent orgasm that threatened to make my legs give way as I shot load after load of hot spunk into his arse.

Once both our orgasms subsided, I slumped against his sweating back, still buried deep inside him. He took a couple of seconds to catch his breath, before standing upright, pulling himself off my cock.

I stepped back, staring at him. His face was red, flushed on one side, with wood grain imprinted on the other. He was glistening in the light of the room, a fine layer or sweat, making him look incredible.

As I stood and stared, realisation started to set in, I had just fucked Draco Malfoy. My face took a slightly bewildered look onto it, and Draco noticed.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that, Weasley!?” He asked, still slightly panting.

“That was incredible.” I stated.

“Yes, yes it fucking was.” Draco didn't take his eyes from mine. He moved silently towards me, wrapping his hand round my back and pulling me towards him. Our noses were touching. “You’ll definitely be fucking me like that again.... Ron.” Hearing him say my first name, in that lust filled way was awesome.

I kissed him. Not as violent or hard as before, but still with some force in it, and he seemed to melt into me.

“Sure... Draco.” I whispered as I pulled away from the kiss.

He let me go, and walked over to my bed, throwing himself on top of it. “I can’t exactly go through the corridors to my room like this, can I. So, I'm staying here, I’ll borrow some of your clothes and head back in the morning, first thing.” He stated with a playful smile on his face.

“Sure.” I didn't think there was anything else I could say to that. “I sleep that side, move.”

“You got an ashtray?” He asked as he leapt forward, grabbing his cloak, and pulling some cigarettes from the pockets.

I passed him a wooden incense holder, filled with the ash of my incense sticks.

“Give us one then” I asked as he settled back on to the bed and lit one up.

He passed one to me from the packet, held the lighter in front of it, and sparked it to a flame.

I took a lug of the smoke, held it in my mouth for a second, parted my lips to inhale as a small lick of smoke escaped my lips.

A post coital fag. My first. It tasted incredible. Like he did.

TBC
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