Chapter 31
"I sure remember that incident..." he continued, after seeing no response from Draco, who was tight-lipped and trying not to picture what Ron was about to envision. "It was in that deserted classroom, you pulled me onto the floor, slid down my pants and started going to town on me...quite brilliant it was really..." Ron recanted, licking his lips and closing his eyes to view the mental imagery that was still quite vivid in his mind.
"Of course it was brilliant," Draco teased before his tone sobered, "I don't know what got into me...the original plan probably was for you to go down on me. But like this, things don't turn out like they plan."
Ron again licked his lips, but it was slower and more for effect. Dismissing the last bit, he thought out loud, "Hmm...in your bed? That would be a first..." he suggested, grinning seductively.
"I wasn't implying anything," Draco replied firmly.
"Well I was Draco...not everything is one-sided you know. Don't tell me you'd refuse...I know you too well," Ron stated with defiance.
Draco's hand threaded through his slicked hair, obviously looking exasperated. "See...this is what I mean..." he started before Ron covered his mouth.
"Why must you always get the last word in?" the Gryffindor asked to the sheets below, as his rolling eyes settled there.
"Because I know how much it annoys you," the blond responded from under the hand. When he felt a smile on his skin, Ron moved the hand and smiled back.
"You in general annoy me to no end. You're a prat who thinks too much about things..." Ron berated the boy while pushing off a stray fringe that escaped its gelled hold.
"Works pretty well with the fact that you don't think enough..." Draco stated sharply. The small pout from Ron and a nudge made Draco laugh and he made the slightest move forward. He shook his head, covering up his soft sigh elicited from the mere touch of Ron's knee against his bare calf and Ron's fingers sweeping through his hair.
Thoughts running around in his mind couldn't be halted as his hormones were fighting back against his morals...or stupidity...he wasn't sure what to blame his previous feelings on now. Fear was also a side emotion of his because he knew slowly he was losing this battle of wits...to a Weasley no less.
There was that smile again. Ron was trying not to grin inanely, but he knew he was winning the blond over at least temporarily. The ministrations his hand was providing on Draco's lap, fingers slowly creeping up the bared knee closest to him and underneath the thin shorts as far as they could reach, went uninterrupted as Draco broke out a smile after sighing, finally consenting.
His other hand did not lay dormant either as it moved from Draco's forehead to the back of his neck. Instead of pulling him close for more kissing, Ron figured they'd had enough of that, he pushed Draco on his back.
Climbing on top greedily, Ron's hands immediately sunk to Draco's waist and up as his lips went to Draco's neck. The intent of leaving a mark was obvious even to Draco, who's senses were quite fogged over presently at the sensations, and through small moans of appreciation he decided to bring up, "You know, you already left a mark yesterday in the showers."
Unaware of this, nor willing to think back to a possible instance, Ron lifted from his position and stared into the blond's eyes as if they would provide the answer, his blue eyes somewhat concerned. Not waiting for a vocal response, Draco continued, "You had quite a tight grip...look at my hip."
Not needing to be asked twice, Ron moved to Draco's side and slowly slid down the shorts until the bruise was in view. It hadn't faded much, the four streaks were still visible as Draco couldn't seem to stop poking and prodding at it during the day.
"Damn, I'm sorry Draco...shit..." Ron spluttered out, taken completely by surprise at his actions. He leaned down and gave it a kiss.
After Draco reassured him, "It's fine...it doesn't hurt or anything. The others thought it was from that fall in Quidditch..." Ron traced the finger marks with his tongue. Breath hitching, Draco let out a small order, "Come back up here," to the redhead.
With eyes looking quite hopeful, Ron positioned himself right in front of Draco. The two stayed locked in silence and stares, both unsure of what to do or say next. "I..." Ron began before he heard a door slam.
"Got the book...what the...?" Blaise started off quite confused.
Draco snapped back into reality and yelled at Ron, "Don't make any more excuses Weasley!" pushing him off the bed.
Ron caught on, getting right back up and shoving Draco, "Again, it wasn't my fault."
Putting his hands on his hips after crossing his legs, to hide any suspicions, Draco whined, "Do get this over with soon Zabini...I don't want to see the Weasel anymore."
"How many times have I heard that one?" Ron scoffed, accidentally out loud. His look of surprise changed to scorn as he passed that look to Draco and then to Blaise. He resumed his seating on the carpet, knees up to his chest.
"What was the fight about this time?" he sighed in contempt.
"Quidditch."
"Muggles."
The two answers very opposite answers came in tandem.
"You should know by now we fight about anything there is to argue about. It was the muggle bit that obviously got me at arms, literally with Malfoy..." Ron assured the Slytherin. Blaise suspiciously looked between the two of them before a snort of indignance and he dropped the book on Ron's feet.
"There, I got your book...summarize what you're going to write before you get it down," Blaise ordered, taking a spot against his own trunk.
He was slow to respond, staring at Draco instead of his book below. The Slytherin, in turn, kept on stealing glances up from his now torn magazine, licking his lips and wetting his finger to change pages. Blaise couldn't interpret this as anger or...seduction, but he was intent on configuring all of it since he was more interested in their quarreling than a stupid potions project.
After Draco gave a warning glare to the boy, as he caught Blaise looking at them in the corner of his eye, Ron shook his head to look at the other Slytherin. "Well I haven't even been able to plan this while you were away...not having any knowledge on the potion...plus I was busy picking a fight with Malfoy per usual," he confessed.
"You started it? Not that I'm surprised in the least but I don't think you deserve this book then...after I go all the way down to the library and back..." the glaring Blaise taunted. "But I'd rather have something done than nothing at all...we do need to get it at least started soon..."
"Yes, Quidditch is at 6," Draco reminded his friend, completely in tune to the conversation and barely bothering to even pretend to be interested in his magazine anymore.
Looking at the informant, Blaise nodded, "Are you planning on staying for the whole practice this time?"
Glancing at Ron, who smirked and stifled a laugh with a yawn, Draco nodded, "My hip should be fine."
"Good to hear," Blaise remarked, throwing a suspicious glance to Draco. After Blaise's eyes fell back to his book, Draco scolded Ron through an irritated look for his reaction.
"It seems like an interesting place to get an injury from Quidditch..." Blaise commented, his tone glazed with disbelief. The two immediately looked to one another and Blaise closed his book with a slam, wanting to inquire and focus more on these stolen glances. "Is there something..." he started.
"Can I have back Hermione's book for a second?" Ron cut in before Blaise could continue. Cynical, he acquiesced while watching Ron as he handed it over. Ron immediately went to checking something up that looked factual to Blaise, with his head down and scanning the pages, so he let the inquiry drop and his attention shifted to Draco.
His position was leaned over his crossed legs, supporting his crooked head with an upright hand. Shifting his head to the right, as Draco's was, Blaise couldn't even get a reaction out of the blond, by making eyes at him because he was off intensely staring into space. It wasn't the cold, calculating look he typically had when he was thinking deeply...but more as daydreaming for simplistic thoughts.
Unsure how to react, he followed to where, or in this instance who, Draco's line of sight was focused. The Gryffindor was reading something, looking absorbed as his tongue darted out and eyes squinted at a smudged sentence. At the same time he figured it would be good to multi-task and try buttoning his shirt correctly, not realizing he would have an audience. Seeing Draco blatantly stare at the boy made Blaise's thoughts shift for the second time just in the past few minutes.
Clearing his throat, Draco deflected the sight to look at Blaise coldly but he was past believing that. "Are you almost finished?" Blaise impatiently asked Ron.
Looking up, he nodded and replied, "Yeah sure, I just needed to get a feel for what this potion was even about."
"Good, because I think it's about time you leave. If you have any further questions owl me but for once I'll trust you'll be all right doing this," Blaise replied curtly.
Ron looked to Draco, who was confused at the quick change of emotion as well, and shrugged it off. Getting up, he took his time bending back down to fetch his robe and other school items. "I doubt Hermione'll notice the book being gone with all the ones she has so just return it to me whenever you're done with your part."
Blaise civilly nodded and waited until Ron left without another word to look Draco square in the eye, "We need to talk."
A bit of a side note...this weekend I went back and beta'd every single chapter of this for the people at restricted section .org and I sent my first chapter (which is I believe the first 8 chapters of this, with some added smut) Saturday so if you want more action, you can check that out. I'll keep you updated...if it gets updated there at all, that is. I'll get the beta'd stuff replaced with what I have here eventually...this week is going to be somewhat busy I know already.
Plus, sorry if these 2 chapters seem off...I had such a hard time figuring out how I wanted to convey all of this. I ended up writing this whole bit of dialogue that I cut out...it might be in later sections because it does fit (just more berating of one another) but who knows with the way this story has been going. I also might re-write bits of this when I'm competent enough. I hope you liked it anyways!
Cassie x