Disclaimer: This Harry Potter story is based on the books written by JK Rowling. I do not own anything.

A/N: My main goal was to describe how two person is fighting to get the upperhand over the other both physically and psychically. What you have to be aware of: Ron's chatacter becomes somewhat OOC, but I believe if it's needed he CAN stand his ground. There is also slash, rape and bad language. Some enslavement.

You might not get a chance like this again

Chapter 1: The size up

Ron's POV

"I cannot tolerate this anymore! Both of you will have detention tonight to think over your situation as students of this school."

McGonagall left no place for argument when it came to something like this.

I can't blame her somehow. The fights between the houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor are increasing lately. No wonder, given the tenseness between those on the dark side and us.

And now I'm stuck here with damn blonde.

Dear God, Ron thought miserably, what have I ever done to deserve this?

"Still pouting?"

Who else could approach me in such respectful fashion—regarding that we are alone.

"Malfoy, why don't you just slither back to the other end of the library and do something useful?"

"But who else would keep you company, if I did so?"

His evil face is what I'm really tired of lately. Recently he is needling me restlessly.

"Then go back to your room or whatever, just get the bloody hell outta my sight already!"

"But can a weasel like you do all that work alone? Won't you be afraid, here alone at night, with all the spiders lingering around in every dark corner?"

Does he want me to hit him?!

"Really." He is looking at me, scolding. "I can't let you do all the work."

"I'd rather do it without you than with you any day, Malfoy."

"You don't really believe you can lose me like that do you? I want those points and I want them now."

I grin.

"Now, now, what a headline! 'Weasley hits Malfoy'. Do you really think I'd do it and let my house lose points? Let's face it Malfoy. Slytherins won't win in the sixth year either, however close it may be."

I'm bending down satisfied and arranging some books on the lower shelves while ignoring him completely. Soon there's a sharp pain on the side of my head and books I just fixed are pouring down on me from above.

I'm falling back on my ass in surprise and can only gape. He sure has made me look pitiful as I'm rubbing my aching head while sitting on the floor.

"Shit, Malfoy, you really want me to beat you up, don't you?!"

He's sitting on his heels to get on the same level with me. His expression is that of a nice person who wants only the best for you. However, considering that it's Malfoy, it means he wants me dead.

"I have something nice for you. It's a present."

He's reaching his hand towards me and opens his fingers to expose the content just before my nose. I yelp and hit his hand to the side, then jump back and start crawling away. I manage to hit my skull again, this time against the bookshelf, then two more books fall on my head and into my lap.

I feel more and more pathetic and my blood starts boiling.

I HATE spiders! How can he touch and hold one so casually?! That disgusting, hairy, moving thing?! The world is really unfair!

He's laughing his head off, of course, while I'm scrambling to my feet, supporting myself by the shelves behind me, cold sweat covering my body.

"You're going too far, ferret," I growl as he slowly approaches me. He takes my hand and places it to his own throat.

"Why not just hurt me? It will only take a few points from Gryffindor."

I can hardly restrain myself as he looks into my eyes mockingly and I can feel my hand shaking as I hold myself back to not crush the little bitch. His grin of ultimate pleasure makes my skin crawl. I can't help myself as I place my other hand around his neck, too.

I'm going to kill him! I am really going to end the bastard…!

I bring my face closer to his. My maniac facial expression should frighten the prick. He is a damn prick; he always has been. A coward. A ferret. A real arsehole.

His breath is quickening and he slowly raises his head to me. I was already bending down a bit to make him feel terrified; cornered. The difference in our height is still evident.

But he doesn't look afraid. I can feel his pulse racing through my palms and fingers though. I am holding his sorry life in my hands. And I also feel having the illusionary power over him. It collides with the responsibility over my house, over my friends.

But it would feel so good. Just to press down a bit – a bit too hard – to wipe off that malicious grin of his face.

In fact his expression is already changing. He is leaning towards me a bit. His eyes narrow and his grin seem to abate. What is he up to now? I bore my stealing glare into his. His lips are slightly parted and he is staring right into my eyes. Something has changed and during a short time. I don't know what it is.

Is this another trick, to make me sink deeper into this angry state? His teeth are so white. I never realized how white they were before. Perfect hair is falling over his eyes.

Those eyes are staring at me now. Not like before. Until now he just mocked me, the me he saw and thought to know. He saw my weaknesses, my family, my fiery personality. Now he wanted a peep at my insides. He was searching for something. For more weaknesses? And what's with this expression? I know I have seen this expression before somewhere.

The image of a magazine flashes into my mind. My brothers hid it in their room a long time ago. They showed me the pictures and let me swear not to tell anyone ever.

It was a porn magazine. And there was the cover with a pretty girl in little clothing. Her expression…The same as the one before me right now.

Inviting…?

I can feel soft quick breath almost on my lips. Suddenly confusion mixes into my rage. I see it in his eyes, too, as I grab him by the neck and send him to the ground roughly.

My pulse quickens. It always does when I lose it. Though this time I don't mind at all.

I've found it!

At last I've found one!

Breathing heavily, I start to chuckle and before I know it I'm laughing. I turn to the heap on the floor, which presents me a confused and irritated looking Malfoy.

Draco's POV

What's he done now? Has he gone crazy? I was trying my best to break his composure and push him through his limits. Let's face it. I was fucking with his mind. Why is he laughing now? He has just hurt me! Fucking pushed me. He tossed me for God's sake.

He injured me and caused physical damage.

Tired of laughing? Why is he eyeing me strange? It's freaking me out.

Why isn't he mad anymore? I've provoked him like hell. He should have left some marks on me and not tossing me around like some dirty rag. This won't leave any marks that I can show to that McGonagall bitch.

He's just staring and looks calmer, too. And I'm watching him like some idiot. He slowly turns to me and I let out a small cry as he jumps me out of the blue.

Why is he sitting on me? Weasley. Is. Sitting. On. Me.

This must make me look bad. I'm trying to struggle out of this ridiculous situation of being underneath him, but he won't get off. He is holding me down. A Weasley is holding me down!

I quickly search for my wand. It's in the inner pocket of my robe. Why the hell did I put it in there?! But he's letting me.

He's letting me!

Ron's POV

He's pointing his wand at me and I purposely let him do it. If I figure right, I won't be hurt …that much.

I find myself on my back. It's him who is straddling me now. I can hardly move, but I smile anyway.

I was right.

He's become the furious one now. He is growling.

"You can't just do that to me. Know your place Weasley!"

The way he spits out the name of my family is hurting me as his wand is pressing into my throat. And I still smile at him. No I grin. There's no word to describe my pleasure. He has lost his cool.

Now or never.

I slowly glide my hand on his. Now we are both grabbing his wand. But I keep my touch featherlike almost like it wasn't there at all. His eyes widen.

Yes! More confusion …! Can I get more, please?

And I won't let him get away. With my other hand I grab a fist of silver hair. It's not that neat anymore, flying around. He looks more human this way. Or he's quite near to it.

He's struggling more but I won't let him escape.

"Use it!"

He's gotten still more confused from my words and angrier over the situation.

"Use your wand and you will get to know yourself, how it is to be the one responsible for losing points."

I whisper it smugly right to his face. He is close, but on a whim I pull him still closer and enjoy his discomfort. He lets his wand fall at last and tries to pull himself away with both hands.

I won't let him. Instead I decide to mock him some more.

"What happened, Malfoy, too weak to go against a Weasley?"

I still use a calm and composed tone, but he's grinding his teeth. His face becomes red. Is it from effort or embarrassment? I don't really care. Either way it is a feast.

Finally I let him go and he lands on the ground for a second time. I must admit I rarely had the pleasure to see him like this in the past. Obviously his plan didn't go off this time.

And one had just taken shape in me.

Draco's POV

No… no… no…! This can't be happening. How could this…?

"Hey! Draco! They really go for it. How gross. And it's the Weasley, too. Some Slytherins have no shame at all. Besides…"

I'm so humiliated. My life, my reputation are ruined. And what do I do? I'm listening to Zabini giving me outline about it.

"Look. Look! They're snogging! Right before class starts. Can you believe this…?"

And he goes on about the details how Weasley is having his way with my exgirlfriend. What does she see in him? That girl only goes for money and status. Her only goal in life is to be equal to the expectations of her parents. He cannot believe for real, she means this to last.

And for God's sake, what does he see in her?!

"…and, anyway, isn't it disgusting how she is giggling at him and how she is clinging to him?"

Snogging… giggling… clinging…!

They always look at me, tossing me glances, laughing about me.

Enough!

Almost unconsciously I rise from my seat. I don't care about Zabini, who looks at me questioningly why I leave him in the middle of his speech. My feet carry me to mentioned couple. She's watching me with malice and great expectations.

Yes, I dumped you, bitch. I won't make a scene and give the satisfaction to either of you. Your revenge will not be fulfilled today.

I prepare my most charming smile as I approach them. She snuggles herself deeper into his lap, forcing his arms to embrace her waist. Not that he has any complains about it, as it seems.

"Hi there!"

"Hi Draco!"

She smiles lovingly at me.

And I could kill you…

"What?"

Weasley seems rather annoyed about my presence. But I know he enjoys it. He must enjoy this even more than she, I'm sure of it.

"Weasley."

I'm trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible. No emotions, non at all.

"I want to talk to you after the lessons."

Yes. This was the right composition, a simple sentence, in fact. It does not hold any content of treat or bad means, but a slight hint of superiority.

"Everyone, sit down!"

Before I could get an answer I go back to my seat under the suspicious gaze of McGonagall. She must have wondered why I have given the honor and spoke to the Weasley.

Ron's POV

Hmm… yes…! This feeling is great.

After a nice practice game of quidditch it is best to take a long, hot shower. My muscles feel good and my mind is usually filled with pleasant tiredness.

Not today, however. Right now my mind is filled with anxiety, because I know, the longer it takes me to shower, the greater his anger grows.

It was him, who wanted to meet me anyway. It wasn't my fault that I didn't have the time to speak to him after classes. Quidditch practice must be taken seriously. And sometimes it doesn't hurt to be there thirty minutes early to stretch a bit, does it? I'm letting out a small laugh.

You just wait!

I take my time wiping my body off. I slowly put on my underpants, trousers and start drying my hair with a towel. No need to rush! I have all the time of the world.

Draco's POV

Does he think I'm an idiot? How much longer should I wait? Well, no more!

I decided to visit the Gryffindor showers, a territory yet unknown to me. Nobody can say that I was a coward, after all.

I know I enter a dangerous realm, but my pride won't allow me to back off.

I don't have to search much; I have found him at last.

"Weasley!"

He is standing in the middle of the shower room, half naked. His back faces me and his upper body is turning slightly into my direction. His eyes look at me surprised from under the towel and his face is still flustered from the hot shower.

Before I can get a grip on myself I am checking him out. I guess some practice can do anyone good. Who would have thought that under the cheap Weasley clothes there are actually muscles and remarkable 'shaping'. Even the hips are nice where the unbuttoned trousers slid down a bit and show the rim of the underpants.

"Found something nice, Malfoy?"

He slowly turns to me and lifts both arms above his head as if he needed all help presented to dry his hair. Of course this let the muscles on his torso and arms show quite well. I gulp before I can restrain myself, as he straightens himself and the stomach muscles contact, but I manage to hold myself from licking my lips.

It's because my lips suddenly went dry, as it is quite hot in here from the steam. It doesn't have to do anything with Weasel's body, but I don't want to give him anymore opportunity to mock me. And I feel absolutely no jealousy about his body. I am quite well shaped and good looking myself.

In fact, I am much better looking than him! And I have a nicer body, too! No doubt!

I clear my throat.

"Weasley, what is the show for? You need a lot more to impress me."

"I see. Well, I do have a girlfriend already, anyway."

What did he say?!

"What did you say?!"

As the meaning of his words form shape in my head, I feel my cheeks pale and than flush.

"Ah, you checked me out quite soundly just now and I happen to remember not long ago, when you seated yourself on my lap. My lap is quite popular nowadays, for that matter. If you have some hidden desires towards me, than just say so. I won't tell the school or your father, for example—no way."

That hit a nerve in me. I find myself before him in a flash and punch my fist into his face. I have never hit anyone so hard in the face, yet. There were always others to do that job for me whenever I wished. My hand, fingers and wrist hurt like hell, but it was definitely worth it.

I also managed to take him by surprise. To my greatest pleasure he slips and his back and head collide with the ground loud. Too bad for the bastard!

"I wouldn't go for anything that cheap. All you can do is collect the things that I have thrown away and left behind already. What the hell were you laughing about all the time with her? Tell me! It was sickening."

"Are you jealous? We were laughing about you, of course, what else?"

He's still trying to get himself back together from that fall. It looks nice to have him almost crawl before me. He might have a concussion, although he could even have broken his skull, if it wasn't for the towel on his head. I place a foot on his chest and from a little pressure he falls back to the ground. I crouch next to him and look at him as cold as I can.

"Now listen you son-of-a-bitch!"

I take a deep breath to calm down before continuing.

"She isn't in love with you, she has never been. She doesn't even like you, neither has sympathy for you. I have just talked to her. She is a selfish little bitch and would come back to me because I have the money you don't have."

He doesn't seem to be impressed by me somehow and manages to lift himself to his elbows. He dares to smile at me. What is he panning?

"Look, ferret! I know all about this. That was the plan."

What the hell is he talking about?

"She wanted you back and knew you wouldn't allow even your ex to go out with someone like me. So we made a deal. She will get your money back and I can make fun of you for a short while."

My eyes harden and I try to pierce through him. At last I stand up frigidly.

"I guess it won't last long with her anyway, but I still don't advise you to court me and my great body until then, Malfoy, because I'm not the cheating type."

I don't even bother with a retort. This is disgusting! I'm not interested in bitches, so what makes him think I would degrade myself to him. He thinks he can play with me? This was the last time this happened, I swear!

"By the way, she is an awful kisser. What were you thinking, going out with her in the first place?"

I can still hear him laughing long after I have left the showers.

I'm going to make him pay for this!

Ron's POV

Isn't life nice nowadays? I'm feeling strong and in control, having an actual date on a party in school and no bullying from certain Slytherins.

Could life be any better than this? Not that I was actually in love with my date. She is kind of shallow and a real snob. I don't really care, though. I'm just using her and she does the same, so was it wrong of me to have had her as my first? I don't think so.

Recently I feel like a new person, who left a lot behind. It isn't that I wouldn't hang out with my old friends anymore, but all of us seem quite busy. You know how it is, when some of us have to save the world or others spend most of their time with studying and a new boyfriend.

And I have to hang out with my girl, showing off. It's tiring like hell recently, but the killing glares I earn for the act are more than worth it. It must be high time that the ferret does something, or else it will be boring.

Tonight is also boring. I had a few butter beers and some spirits slid also down my throat. The loud music is the only thing that makes things endurable.

She wanted it again. Hidden in some dark corner, giving me a quick blow, but I didn't feel like continuing. Instead, I went drinking with some mates. I guess she wasaggrieved, I don't really care.

I had too much to drink, so I head for the toilets. I think I will go to my room, soon, I'm so bored.

I enter the bathroom and my mood quickly changes. Draco Malfoy himself is standing by the wall. His shirt is wide open; his chest is covered with lipstick marks. The pants are down by his knees, but his private part is covered. With the lips of my current girlfriend.

He looks up and tries to focus on who has just entered. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are blurry from alcohol. He still manages to recognize me, though.

"Hi there."

I greet them and give a small smile as I go to one of the toilets and start easing myself.

When I finish and turn around again, his position slightly changed. He leans to the wall loosely. And he is fucking her mouth slowly with small but measuredshoves of his hips. He smiles at me satisfied.

"This feels so great."

His eyes are cheating, I know. He wants me to think it's so damn good, but hey, I already know she sucks badly at this.

I smile back.

"I know. I just got one before you."

She tears herself from his cock furiously.

"Fuck you! I'm not doing this anymore!"

She is storming out hissing a last word.

"Bastards!"

I smile again, I can't do otherwise. It feels like laughing out would spoil the mood. This scene is just perfect. Perfect time, place, happenings, participants…

I run my hand through my hair, close my eyes and sink my head. The alcohol in my blood keeps me in a pleasant haze.

So good.

"I hate you."

I look up. His lips are still curled into a smile similar to mine, but his eyes radiate hate. I slowly walk over to him and lean my side to the wall next to him.

"This feels so great."

I cruelly repeat his words and lean my head to the wall. We are staring at each other for some time. Finally I let my gaze wander down his body. It's lean and my muscles would beat him anytime. He looks delicate and fragile, the rich kid type.

I guess he had a whole lot to drink, because he is still erect. The lipstick marks make him look like a cheap bitch. And the pants that are shown down, the pail hair that falls over his maniac eyes make him look like he was begging for a good shag in the ass.

My amusement seems to reflect on my face because he moves. His hand shows some of his curlsfrom his face.

"Seeing something nice?"

He whispers and turns his face to me, still leaning his head to the wall. I must admit this caught me by surprise. I really was looking; it wasn't anything serious, though. I was only comparing. It's not like I wouldn't handle the pretty sight.

"Hey."

He is looking at me in a strange manner. What is he planning?

"Blow me."

…?

Surprise hits me.

Soon I get the hint and decide to go with the flow for now.

May the better one win!

I softly get hold of his chin and lift it a bit, leaning in closer. He is somewhat sorter than me and there is no way I wouldn't make him purposely aware of it.

"So…? You aren't only a fag but also a little bitch."

Although I must have hit a nerve, he won't show it. How clever. I'm impressed and I let him see it. His face lightens up.

Don't get too cocky. It's part of the game.

My hand is sliding to his neck and I caress the smooth skin. He gets hold of it and leads it lower, down his body. It feels stronger than it looks.

Of course it's a far cry from my great self.

Draco's POV

I place his hand on my stomach. Nobody can accuse me being shameless. And of course it must be him who takes the lead and shows the want and the need.

Weasley! I'm going to let you know how it is. You will be bullied for a lifetime about having had Draco Malfoy's cock shoved down your throat.

"How cute."

He is standing now close before me. He surely wasted no time to get hold of my private part. What I wasn't prepared for is that he is leaning to me and shows a tongue down my throat.

"Mnghf!"

I only manage to show my surprise by using incoherent sounds. This is too much, too intimate. But I'm already feeling the jolts of pleasure coming from down under. He is quite good; the quick pace of his hand is what my body really needs now.

Of course this is not something I can afford currently. It's only the alcohol that has taken over my senses for a bit. As he lets me hold some breath I have no chance but use the situation if I don't want to come in his hand, soon.

"Now."

I urge him seductively. I know my face must be very flushed by now. And so is his.

"Get down…"

I'm trying not to screw it up.

"…to your knees."

But fortunately he has no complains. He starts lowering himself, not breaking eye contact at all. My pulse is racing in my ear. He is kneeling before me. And his face is just on the right level to start the job.

He grabs my pants and pulls them high.

Why is he dressing me?!

He is standing back up and is clearly amused by my disappointment and confusion.

"Wouldn't it be inconvenient for the heir of all Malfoys to be discovered in such an unworthy position?"

"Hmm…"

How clever. He must be more sober than I am. Not that it really counts. I will win over him this time, no matter how drunk I am.

I look in the directions of the closed toilets. Do I really have to do this in such a place?

"After you, princess."

I have no chance. I'm heading into the small room and sit down. I'm really considering ending this and take my revenge another time. This is so not my style. But I'm already cornered when he comes in and closes the door carefully.

He manages to kneel in the cramped place but this time it feels rather awkward. We are so close and I realize that I managed to get myself cornered.

"Lift your hips!"

"Huhh?"

He smiles at me forgivingly, like I was some idiot.

"It will be easier for you to move around and for me to reach. Or are you backing off?"

How can he put things so bluntly? Has he no shame? But I guess he's right.

I grab the top of the toilet on both sides and lift my upper body. He grabs the top of my pants and looks seductively into my eyes. I feel my heart beating faster as he starts pulling them down. He doesn't haste and makes sure to caress my ass, tights and legs in the process, before removing the piece of cloth entirely.

I find myself panting and fully aroused there.

No! This can't be true! Not this place and not this person! I cannot be so easily aroused from this kind of situation!

I'm trying to collect myself. I just have to get over with it quickly. I clear my throat, open my legs slightly and throw a questioning look at him.

"Why is my head getting so late?"

He looks at me and devilishly.

"I was thinking about how you really look like a woman."

Has he gone crazy?

I lift an eyebrow annoyed and he grins.

"You have even lipstick on."

I follow his gaze and realize what was done to my beautiful skin.

"That bitch!" I shout out, outraged.

He laughs out cheerfully and still chuckles as he lowers his head to his final destination. I can't help it but moan. It was somehow unexpected.

He is swallowing me without any foreplay and I feel his last chuckles radiate on my erection. I manage to get on grip on my voice, but allow myself some panting. I won't give him the satisfaction to know how good he feels.

After the first attack he is slowing down a bit and starts playing with me. I have no complains and start nearing my climax. But every time I feel like coming he does something to make me last. He is good.

"Finish it already!"

I cannot have him making me into his plaything for long. This supposed to be about his humiliation and subservience.

He lets my cock slip from his mouth but keeps teasing me with his thumb instead as he speaks.

"You have no stamina, my dear Malfoy. You really are a weakling, aren't you?"

Before I could retort something really ugly, the loud music from outside is filling the room. Both of us freeze in an instant.

It's two extremely drunk specimen of the house of Hufflepuff. They try to lead some really drunk conversation, but fail nevertheless.

I close my eyes tightly.

What the hell am I doing here?

I feel more sober now and realize that this was such an extremely bad idea. It's the Weasel before me! I must be ill to have done this.

Just leave already and I will vanish so fast like I have never been here.

In the middle of my self pity I feel that my erection is grabbed again. Before I could do anything, it disappears in his mouth. I grab his hair and try to lift his head. He won't listen, just slides his lips up and down my length slowly. I desperately lean as close to his ear as I can reach.

"Are you crazy? Stop it this instant!"

I whisper hoarsely. His answer is to bring his tongue into the game and make buck. I immediately froze. Did they hear anything?

He chooses this moment to reach behind me and embrace my hips. Now he has me really trapped. His hands hold my ass tightly and his fingers dig into my flesh and start massaging it. The horrible thing about this is that it actually feels nice.

He is sucking me harder and I find myself in an angle I couldn't have managed if my pants were still on. I open my legs so far apart that it hurts and I would do more if I was able to. My spine is bent slightly and my head is thrown back. I press both hands on my mouth and nose so that I don't make the inappropriate and loud sounds my body wants me to.

And I'm trying to fuck his mouth restlessly, so that my muscles ache already from the effort. In this moment the door of the bathroom opens again and more drunk and laughing people enter.

They are quite loud and I can afford to take a breath again. I bend down, sink my hand into the Weasley's hair and whisper to him panting.

"You'll pay for this dearly."

I feel him chuckle and he deep throats me. I see stars, but quickly muffle myself as I come.

My body weakens from the effort of muscles and I halfway collapse as silently as I can. He drinks everything and is even licking me clean.

I'm searching for my pants automatically. I have to get out of here as soon as possible. He understands my haste and helps me pull it up on my legs. I'm not much of a help because I can barely move my legs and my hands are shaking.

The group leaves at last and I open the lock and show him out. He is landing on his backside, looking surprised. While he is getting up it becomes evident that he didn't get rid of his erection. I stand up, too, and head for the exit as fast as I can. Unfortunately my legs are shaking more than I thought and I'm falling disgracefully.

I never reach the ground, though, because he is grabbing me and keeps me from falling any further.

"Let me go!"

I hiss in an unfriendly manner. I have had enough of him tonight. He releases me and I manage to leave the bathroom.

This was my worst night ever!

...tbc...

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