Something More - Chapter One: Black Magick
A/N: Original characters created by Lady DeathAngel.
Strange, isn't it? You think, when you're a child, or even a teenager, that it'll change. But the secret is that it really doesn't. At least, it hasn't for me. You get thrown into these situations you have no control over and Merlin knows how they're going to end... And that's that. No way out other than seeing it through and hoping there isn't more of the same waiting for you once you claw your way out of this one, whatever it is. It happened a lot in the war, of course. And it happens more than you might think in my job. Aurors are meant to always be control, have the inside information, have the upper hand on everything. Sometimes I have no idea how I managed to become an Auror. Not that this situation has anything to do with my job. Well, not anymore. But that's hardly the point right now.
This particular situation started with me getting really fucked up on the job. Broken arm, a few broken ribs, black eye, split lip, the whole nine yards. I was a fucking mess. It was insane. So it was off to St Mungo’s for me. (For the umpteenth time, of course. You really aren't supposed to get as messed up on the job as I tend to. I never know how it happens to me.) And who should I see as I was about to leave, thankfully only sore by this point? Draco sodding Malfoy. Now, our relationship wasn't, at that point, what it had been in school, thankfully, but we were hardly pals. Which makes what happened even weirder.
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If French women in labor were frightening, that was nothing compared to what came next. All of the cooing and the pet names and the softly murmured French into a sleepy, crinkled baby face. Draco had been a bit put off by it, at least until they settled baby Rosette in his arms and he found himself falling in love for the first time. What had ensued was not something that anyone would ever hear about because Malfoys weren't supposed to coo like Draco had, though he thought he could be forgiven. It wasn't every day, after all, that a man held his daughter for the first time. Amie and Melisande had shooed him out of the room after about five hours, wanting a bit of time alone with the baby and their kids and now Draco had nothing at all to do, really. The Manor was already well equipped for the arrival of the new baby the next day and until then Draco would just have to wait. He'd never been terribly good at waiting and he was debating having a drink at a nearby bar when he noticed a familiar head of red hair atop a familiar face and suddenly things were looking a bit more interesting.
Ron was absolutely sure one shouldn't smoke with newly healed ribs, or ever for that matter, but that didn't stop him from pulling out his cigarettes and lighter as he walked through the lobby. A filthy habit it may be, but Ron enjoyed smoking far more than anyone ever should, and you can't smoke in a hospital, and he'd been trapped in one for far too long, so out they came. He paused slightly when he saw Malfoy, lifting the corners of his mouth, though not quite smiling, and nodding briefly. "Malfoy."
Draco eyed the cigarettes in his hand and then raised an eyebrow. "That's a good habit," he drawled in greeting. "Filling your lungs with noxious smoke. It's just like potions class... in a stick."
Ron gave a short laugh. "Nah. Far more enjoyable. And worse for you." He paused for a moment, looking at Malfoy. "What brings you to St Mungo's, anyway?"
Draco glanced over his shoulder and shrugged. "The miracle of life," he said shortly. "And you? You seem to have all your limbs and you aren't acting mad... pity." He followed Weasley out of the hospital and raised an eyebrow. "Hard day's work?" he asked.
Ron lit his cigarette almost before he was completely through the door, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes for a moment, holding the smoke in his lungs, before exhaling slowly. He turned to face Malfoy mirrored his quirked eyebrow. "Miracle of life?" He took another drag, nodding. "Hard day's work. Some cuts, bruises, broken bones." He shrugged lightly, exhaling the smoke not released while he'd spoken. "It happens. They patch you up pretty quick."
"Ah, fighting the good fight then," Draco said, nodding sagely. "Better you than me, Weasley, I suppose." He paused and watched the smoke curling up from the end of Weasley's cigarette. Draco'd always found something unbelievably sexy about a bloke who smoked, though some of them had tasted like absolute shit and had nasty yellow teeth. Weasley didn't have nasty yellow teeth, Draco noted, and he probably didn't taste bad. Not that Draco would know, really, and he had no idea why a single cigarette could get him started thinking about kissing Ron Weasley of all people. "How's that Auror thing going for you, anyway? Burnt out yet?" Draco asked, more to keep talking than out of actual curiosity.
Ron frowned slightly, thinking. Was he burnt out? "Not exactly. Tired of the red tape, I suppose, but not of the actual work." He shrugged. "These kids come in; they were fucking third years during the worst of it. So damn cocky. They don't understand how different it is. Makes you feel really bloody old." He shook himself mentally and took a drag from his cigarette to fill the pause and try to think of something to say, now. He grinned, "And really bloody maudlin."
Draco snorted. "Maudlin is something I can handle. I'm practically an expert," he added with a small smirk.
Ron laughed. "Why am I not surprised?" He looked at Malfoy. "So are you taking a break from the miracle of life, then?"
Draco thought of Melisande and Amie and Rosette and Dom and Thierry and Marie and Rachelle and shrugged. "You could say that," he muttered. "Enjoying one last night of freedom before my Manor's overrun by a four kids, two lesbians and a baby, more like." He gazed at Weasley for a second before raising an eyebrow. "I was just going to get a drink at this bar near here. Want to come? It's nothing personal," he told Ron. "But I figure the company wouldn't be so bad and I'm fully expecting to con you into paying for most of my drinks."
Ron stifled a laugh. "Wow. Yeah, I'd say enjoy it." He shook his head and smiled, as much at the fact that Malfoy referred to his house as 'my Manor' as at the image of Malfoy Manor being overrun with the group that'd just been described, before looking at Malfoy with no little surprise at his offer. He considered for a moment before shrugging. "Eh. Why not? But I am most certainly not buying you drinks."
Draco glanced up at Ron from beneath his lashes and offered up a slow grin. "Yeah, you are. You just don't know it yet."
Ron snorted before taking the last drag of his cigarette and dropping it to stub it out with his heel. "Where is this bar, then?"
"A few blocks over," Draco answered, setting off in that direction with a glance over his shoulder to make sure Weasley was following him. He wasn't exactly sure why he was doing this, asking Weasley out for drinks like a bloody girl or something. It was just one of Draco's mad impulses and Draco had always been a slave to his impulses. And anyway, Weasley wasn't unbearable and it'd be nice to have a familiar face to get pissed with and it had absolutely nothing to do with thoughts of kisses.
Ron followed a step or so behind Malfoy, mouthing the words 'fucking insane' to himself just before seeing the other man glance over his shoulder. Still, they could be civil now, at least, and Ron hadn't much fancied his other prospect for the evening, sitting alone watching Muggle television and generally feeling miserable as the pain killers wore off.
They walked in relative silence to the bar, well-hidden wizard establishment called Black Magick. Draco pushed open the door, waiting for Weasley to walk in before letting the door swing shut behind him. The place was low-lit and spacious with rather rustic looking wooden tables and chairs dotting the aging hardwood floor. Candles floated a few inches above the tables, flames flickering in different colors. Dripping wax made accidentally artfully messy mounds on the center of all the tables and off to the left was a long bar lit up by tiny fey creatures that lived in fancy, translucent bottles. Draco led the way to the bar and caught the eye of the bartender, an older woman with a bar through her eyebrow, a stud in her nose and a hoop through her lip. She smiled widely and then glanced at Weasley with raised eyebrows.
Ron raised an eyebrow at the bartender for a split second before smiling widely (his 'I hate having my picture taken' smile, if truth be told) and asking for a neat Firewhiskey in an even and fairly neutral voice. He glanced over at Malfoy, caught his eye, and mouthed 'Black Magick?' with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk.
The bartender looked over at Draco who just smiled widely at her. "The same," he said before glancing over at Weasley with a shrug. "What?" he asked innocently.
Ron closed his eyes, clearly suppressing laughter, before looking back at Malfoy. "Oh, nothing." He glanced around the bar briefly. "Are we going to sit at the bar?"
Draco shrugged. "If you want to. Or we could go sit at a table," he said. He thought for a moment before making up his mind and inclining his head toward a table in the back corner with a bright white candle casting light over its scratched surface. "Let's sit over there."
Ron took his drink from the bar with another brief smile at the bartender before making his way to the table that had been pointed out. He sat and looked at Malfoy with a smirk, "I take it wizards in my position don't generally come here? Unless the bartender is just that welcoming to all new patrons."
Draco set his own glass down on the table and sat, grinning at Weasley. "Well, that and she's never seen me come in here with anyone before. She's probably wondering who you are, if you're single, and if she can persuade you to try out her whips and chains. Although," he added thoughtfully, glancing over at the bar. "She probably thinks you're with me now, which is just as well since I don't know that you'd be interested in her whips and chains. Would you?" Draco asked, peering at Weasley, curious.
Ron had, to his credit, managed to suppress most of his laughter until Malfoy's question. That, combined with the seemingly genuinely curious expression on the blonde's face, made him lose it completely. He ended up almost doubled over, though more with the force of still attempting to stop himself from laughing, before he managed to calm down enough to answer. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his drink. "No, I can't say I would be."
It was the oddest thing, making Weasley laugh like that. Draco had always loved making people laugh because it made him feel more important, smarter, funnier than anyone else. Usually, though, he wasn't too sure if he was actually funny or if he was just a Malfoy and people were laughing because they had to. But this? Weasley honestly thought what Draco had said was funny and while Draco hadn't exactly meant it to be funny, it still made his stomach flutter in an odd way. "Well," Draco said after a moment. "That's a relief. I would've been a bit frightened of you if you'd said yes."
Ron smirked, "I'd be a bit frightened of me if I'd said yes." He glanced over at the bartender before smiling widely (a real smile, this time) and sipping his drink, feeling the need to have something to do with his hands.
Draco snorted at the sight of the wide smile Ron directed at the bartender. "So," he said, picking up his drink and taking a sip of his own. "Tell me more about this dangerous mission that broke bones and ruptured organs or whatever."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Not much to tell. Shouldn't have been a particularly dangerous mission, only I seem to get the ones who think that physical fighting is a good alternative once I've managed to disarm them." He shrugged. "This one managed to do more damage with and without his wand than most of them do. Fucking huge, too. A bit taller than me and probably goddamn three hundred pounds. Like being attacked by a brick wall."
Draco snickered. "That is why I try to distract potential physical threats with big words before I bind them, kick them, and run away. I'm pants at actual fist-fighting." Draco shuddered at the thought of even attempting it. He'd get flattened by someone as big as Amie and she was a few inches shorter than him. Anyone bigger than her might kill him. "I definitely prefer the hands-off approach."
"Yeah, well, sometimes you don't have the option. Not everyone is distracted by big words, after all." Ron looked at Malfoy, who was probably about half a foot shorter and at least thirty pounds lighter than he was, and laughed silently. No wonder he preferred the hands-off approach. "Besides, I'd rather disarm them as soon as possible and deal with them coming after me without their wands. Generally safer with a few punches than with a few curses."
“For you, maybe," Draco muttered, taking another drink of his firewhiskey and then smirking. "Sounds like an interesting existence, at least. The most interesting thing I've had to deal with in the last two weeks was when Dom decided he was going to be a genie when he grew up and tried to use his favorite blanket as a flying carpet. Took a running jump off the banister, plummeted toward the floor of the foyer and giggled like a madman when I caught him just before he could hit the ground." Draco shook his head. "Fucking kids," he said affectionately.
Ron snorted. "Yeah, interesting is certainly one way of putting it." He listened with a smile as Malfoy described the adventures of his... whatever. One of those kids at the Manor, Ron assumed. "That sounds plenty interesting to me." He took a sip of his drink and debated having another cigarette. Ron Weasley - chimney. He gave a mental chuckle at the idea and decided against it.
Draco shrugged. "Yeah, well, it was certainly enough to take a few years off my life," he said with a wry smile. "But he's a cute kid and I couldn't just let him explode all over my foyer."
Ron laughed, "So you let unattractive children explode all over your foyer, then?"
Draco snorted. "Of course," he shot back, flippantly. "Doesn't everybody?" He picked up his glass and raised an eyebrow at Weasley over the rim before tossing the rest of the liquor back smoothly.
Ron rolled his eyes and quickly downed the rest of his drink. "I didn't know it was common practice. Is nothing original these days?"
Draco shook his head seriously. "Not really no, but you know how it is. One person pushes an ugly kid down the stairs and suddenly everyone's doing it. And then people try to get creative and eventually there's nothing left to do short of strapping your boy to a broom and hoping the Muggle helicopter gets him. That was mum's plan anyway," Draco said with a cheeky grin. "I, however, refused to be done in." It was a complete joke of course. The helicopter thing had been because his mum decided taking them both on a high-flying adventure would be a good idea, and in the end it wasn't really.
Ron laughed and then paused for a moment, looking at Malfoy seriously just long enough to ask, "So you're saying you were an unattractive child?" before grinning broadly.
"Fuck ugly," Draco said with a nod. "Mum thought maybe I'd been switched with a house elf at birth." Draco couldn't maintain a straight face at that thought and he snickered before shaking his head. "Please, I was a gorgeous child. Positively angelic."
"Common problem, I hear. Being switched with house elves." Ron looked down at his glass and pointedly back up at Malfoy before stretching out and slouching down into his chair, smirking. "Are you gonna get me another drink, then?"
Draco rolled his eyes and then sighed. "Fine." Getting the bartender's attention was always a hassle, but Draco didn't want to get up and anyway, it wasn't like the bar was packed. When lifting one graceful hand didn't work, and when a few pointed coughs failed to get her attention, Draco frowned, stuffed two fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The bartender rushed over with a small grin. "I do love the sound of that, Draco darling," she said with a leer. Draco grimaced. "Two more, luv?" he said. "For me and my boyfriend." The bartender's face fell and she huffed. "Yeah, sure."
Ron again stifled laughter and, as the bartender approached with their next drinks, busied himself with getting and lighting another cigarette, mostly to avoid eye contact. Once she was out of earshot, more or less, he let out a few chuckles. "You've managed to find yourself an interesting bar."
Draco grinned widely. "I know. Isn't it great?" His eyes caught on the cigarette poised between Ron's fingers. "So, when'd you pick up that habit anyway?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
Ron shrugged. "I suppose I started during Auror training, but didn't really smoke that often. Still don't, really. I think it's something about being in a bar." He picked up the packet and extended it towards Malfoy, "Want one?"
Draco eyed the pack and then glanced up at Weasley before shrugging. He'd smoked one before with Pansy, a long time ago, and he hadn't touched one of the things since. But there was no way he wouldn't accept one from Weasley, not at the risk of looking weak or something. "Sure," Draco said, pulling out a cigarette, placing it between his lips and waiting patiently for a light.
Ron smirked as he picked up the lighter and held it before Malfoy, flicking it and cupping the flame with his other hand. It hadn't really been meant as a challenge, well, maybe a bit, but mostly Ron had wanted to be polite. Or, rather, polite while in a bar with Draco Malfoy, which apparently meant inadvertently pressuring him into smoking.
Draco leaned forward, eyes locked with Ron's as the other man lit the end of the cigarette. Draco inhaled and fought not to cough or wince when his lungs filled with acrid smoke. He exhaled smoothly, watching the smoke curl around the flickering light of the candle before lingering in a soft, hazy cloud between the two of them. Draco took another drag, unable to avoid coughing this time, and blew out the smoke quickly. "Like I said, nasty habit," he said with a smirk.
Ron laughed quietly but, to his credit, not meanly. "At least you inhale. I hate it when people don't inhale. Like giving someone a beer and having them spit it out." He smirked. "You get used to it. Or you don't because it's a nasty habit."
Draco smiled and shrugged, taking another drag. "I doubt I'll get used to it, but it's not so bad," he said.
"You would if you smoked. But no reason to do it if you don't enjoy it, is there?" He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, smiling. "So tell me about these kids."
Draco grinned and picked up his firewhiskey, downing half of it in one gulp. "Well, they've got a long story but the short of it is that my friends Melisande and Amie ended up adopting all four of them. Thierry's the oldest, Marie and Rachelle are the twins and they're completely convinced they're going to be rock stars. Bloody obsessed with it. Dom's the youngest. He's so fucking adorable it hurts, but he's kind of anti-social. And then there's the newest addition to the family, Rosette." Draco grinned broadly. "She's mine. Mine and Amie's anyway. Just born yesterday."
Ron's eyebrows raised. "Yours?" He shook his head and grinned before also downing about half of his drink. "They sound lovely." It was a bad sign when he started drinking this fast this early, but he felt that he was entirely justified since he was sitting in a bar called Black Magick while Malfoy talked about his kids.
Draco nodded. "Yeah. Another long story. They've all taken up residence in the Manor for the time being which is nice because I like having them here instead of in France, but Merlin I miss my privacy sometimes. Didn't grow up with nearly this many people around, you know." Draco finished off his cigarette and then ran his finger along the rim of his glass. "So, are you single?" he asked, almost coyly. Not flirting, though, he told himself. Just messing about.
The only show of surprise Ron gave was a slight pause in lifting his cigarette to take the final drag. He extinguished it and looked Malfoy in the eyes, shaking his head, "No." he stated, before downing the rest of his drink. "I'm your boyfriend, remember?" He batted his eyes dramatically before he sank back in his seat, smirking. He couldn't do coy, nor, of course, did he have any desire to with Malfoy, not really, but two could still play at this game.
Draco smiled appreciatively and nodded, tossing back the rest of his firewhiskey. "Yeah," he said with a snort. "So . . . get me another drink, love of my life?" Draco raised an eyebrow and winked slowly. "You know how much easier I am when I'm drunk."
Ron rolled his eyes and sighed, but managed, somehow, to catch the bartender's eye and motion for two more. He thanked her with a smile as she set the new drinks down. "There you go, darling."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Showoff," he muttered, picking up his glass and taking a sip.
Ron grinned before taking a sip of his drink. "Just lucky, I suppose."
Draco sniffed good naturedly in Weasley's general direction. "Lucky my arse. She'll probably slip potions in our drinks hoping to drag you off and have her wicked way with you. Saucy minx."
Ron laughed and shook his head. "You're determined to make me completely unable to look that woman in the face again, aren't you?"
"Of course not!" Draco replied, feigning shock. "Maybe I'm just trying to feel out the situation for her," he added slyly. "And now I can go back and tell her, 'Dearest, the ginger bloke is completely vanilla and not interested in your kinky sex games.' And she'll cry and you'll feel horrible and I... I shall laugh until I'm doubled over with mirth." Draco grinned broadly at Ron.
Ron laughed again. There was a part of him that recognized they were beginning to tread on dangerous ground, but this banter was nice, though strange. It would take awhile to get used to banter instead of arguments and, since he generally saw Malfoy maybe once a year, it would have to take even longer. If it happened at all. This was definitely crossing some boundaries, though. But he still found himself replying with a smirked, "Who said anything about vanilla?"
Draco raised his eyebrows and leaned back. "Oh! Don't tell me you're not, Weasley. I suppose it's possible that you've got some secret, dirty kinks but I wouldn't believe it."
Ron grinned. "Fine. Don't believe it." He bit his lip for a moment to try to stop himself from laughing when he noticed the bartender bringing their drinks, but managed a small smile without cracking up. He took a sip of his drink and looked at Draco. "I think they might be safe."
Draco shrugged and sipped his own. "Well, you're the one she'll strap to her bed and she definitely won't be pouring hot wax all over my body. I'm either relatively safe or I'm dead. Either way . . ." Draco took another, longer sip, and then set the glass down. "I'd get the better end of the deal." He smirked at Weasley and then leaned back further, crossing his arms over his chest. "So . . . not vanilla then? But not interested in whips and chains? What does kick-start your broom then, Ron Weasley?" And that was an entirely too personal question that Draco hadn't expected to ask, but now that he had he really wanted to know.
"Not vanilla doesn't have to mean heavy bondage and s&m, you know." He grimaced slightly and took a sip of his drink, trying not to think about the fact that he was having this conversation with Malfoy, then realized he couldn't do it and ended up muttering, "I might need to be way more drunk to have this conversation..."
With a snort, Draco nodded and attempted the easy wave that Weasley seemed to have such luck with. The bartender saw and he waved her over. "Could you just bring the bottle?" he asked. The woman eyed him beadily. "You're not plannin' on causin' trouble, are ye?" she demanded, her voice not nearly as smooth as it had been when she'd spoken briefly to Weasley. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No. I just have to get my boyfriend drunk before he properly puts out, you know. He only gives great head when he's pissed anyway." The bartender shook her head, glanced sidelong at Weasley, and then summoned a bottle of firewhiskey from the bar with a wave of her wand. "Here, then," she said, setting the bottle on the table. "Behave." And then she was gone and Draco nudged the bottle toward Ron with a small grin. "You were saying?"
Ron raised an eyebrow and sighed as Malfoy moved the bottle towards him with a grin. "If this lands us in the tabloids as a couple you're gonna have Hell to pay. You know that, don't you?" He shook his head slightly before downing the remainder of his drink in one and closing his eyes slightly against the burn. Drunk he could do.
"Of course I know that," Draco answers. "But when have I ever contemplated the consequences of my actions? I mean seriously?"
Ron hmmed as he poured himself another drink. "True. You should probably work on that." He pushed the bottle back towards Draco. "I'm not going to be the only one who's pissed. If you want to know my deep dark secrets you'd better drink up." He half-smirked half-grinned.
Draco grinned and then drank down the rest of the firewhiskey in his glass before filling it back up. "Alright," he said, the alcohol already beginning to go to his head, numbing his body slowly but thoroughly, warming the blood in his veins and making him increasingly more lethargic. "Whatever you say."
Ron took a large sip of his drink, then smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He settled himself a bit further down in his seat and took out another cigarette, lighting it and inhaling deeply.
Draco smirked. "Within reason," he clarified, taking his drink and sipping it slowly. "So... I'll just assume that when you're drunk enough you'll start sharing all those deep, dark secrets."
Ron laughed. "I wouldn't assume that. I'm not really the drunken confessions type. Especially not unprompted." He took another sip and then another drag, exhaling slowly and enjoying the feel of the liquor hitting his system. He grinned. "I do expect deep dark secrets in return, you know."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Please. I hardly think any of my deep dark secrets are as interesting as yours, Weasley. Besides, I guard them well." Well, possibly not nearly so well when drunk, but Draco liked to pretend he wasn't an easy drunk, the kind who just started talking and couldn't seem to stop. Which he didn't, but he could be persuaded to if especially pissed.
Ron snorted. "Oh, stop selling yourself short. I'm sure you have plenty of interesting deep dark secrets."
"Perhaps," Draco replied vaguely. "But this isn't about me. This is about you not being vanilla and me being curious as to what you're into, then, if not whips, chains, and leather." Draco was rather surprised his sluggish tongue hadn't slipped over any of the words. But then, he wasn't that drunk yet, just well on his way.
Ron rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah" and finished his drink, reaching for the bottle. "Still not pissed enough." Not that he wasn't getting there pretty quickly. Well, for him. (Even Ginny could drink a fair number of people under the table, after all.) He thought for a moment and realized the speed with which was getting drunk probably had something to do with how long it had been since he'd last gotten pissed. Well, that and the fact that he was drinking quickly enough that he couldn't judge how far gone he was before he had his next drink. Something he'd be almost certain to regret in the morning when he had a pounding headache at best.
Draco sighed loudly and drummed his fingers on the tabletop. "Well, you'll bore me to death at this rate. There's got to be something interesting to talk about." Draco pondered this but couldn't think of much besides sex, sex and more sex. His mind tended to do that when he was drunk and in the presence of an attractive male (And since when was Weasley attractive? Well, he was but he was also a Weasley and probably straight and completely off limits and fucking Merlin, Draco was going to hate himself in the morning).
Ron laughed. "Not my fault I have a high tolerance. Weasley gift." He paused for a moment. "Or curse, depending on how you look at it." Ron furrowed his brows. "What makes you think I'm vanilla, anyway?"
"Pfft," Draco said, waving a hand through the air dismissively. "Look at you! You're Ron Weasley! Part of that saintly trio, best friend of Hogwarts' Golden Boy and the savior of the wizarding world period. I have a hard time imagining any of you as anything but vanilla, though, so don't feel bad."
Ron rolled his eyes and laughed. "Ah. So good guys can only ever have vanilla sex. What are you into, then?"
"Dead people," Draco said with a straight face before casually picking up his glass and gulping down a sizable amount of firewhiskey.
Ron shrugged. "I'm a dendrophiliac, personally."
Draco blinked and then frowned. "What? I've never even heard of that. At least mine is well-known." That probably wasn't the right thing to say, but whatever.
Ron laughed. "It means you fuck trees, Malfoy." He finished his drink and reached for the bottle again.
"Oh. Ugh. You win, Weasley," Draco muttered. "Anyway, back to you being vanilla," he added with a wide grin. "It's not that all good guys are or that bad guys aren't except that mostly that's how it works. I'm just saying... you don't remind me of anyone who has any sort of kink. Except, apparently, that of a decent set of foliage and some nice, hard bark."
Once Ron managed to get his laughter back under control he downed his next drink in one and gave a small cough. "That logic makes no sense at all. You do know that, right?" He rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Domination, which doesn't necessarily mean I always have to top, or that I mind subbing sometimes; light bondage, because I'm not a sadist; biting... I've done the public sex thing. I get the thrill of being caught, but I'll never understand exhibitionists..." He trailed off, musing.
Draco raised his eyebrows and finished the rest of his firewhiskey and then refilled his glass. "Interesting. You're not as boring as I thought," he said with a small smile. And oh dear, now his mind wasn't just focusing on sex, it was focusing on sex with Weasley. Not good. Not good at all.
Ron snorted. "Yeah, yeah. What about you, then?" He grinned. "Fair's fair, you know."
Draco shrugged. "I'm probably more vanilla than you are," he said with a small smirk. "Imagine that. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, though," he told Weasley with a wink. "I've got... er, issues with bondage so that's not much of a turn-on. I dunno, I'll try most anything once, I've tried quite a bit already, but I don't have many preferences other than a good lay and absolutely no pain other than what usually happens during sex."
"Definitely agree on the pain thing. Don't get that at all." Ron smirked. "Somehow the exhibitionist thing doesn't surprise me, though."
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. "I get that often," he drawled. "I dunno what it is about being watched... and sometimes it's more about who's watching or who you’re with while you're being watched. Giving a blowjob to someone shy and private in a public place? That is the ultimate turn-on." With a shrug Draco gulped down half of his glass of firewhiskey. "That's just my... thing though," he said with a grin.
Ron poured himself another drink and shook his head slightly. "See, public place I get. But there's a difference between the thought that someone could see and the reality of someone actually seeing." He grimaced slightly and took a sip. "Don't like being watched."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You're that private a person, then? Or you just don't like the idea of someone seeing you in flagrante delicto?" Totally understandable, of course. Several of the men Draco had slept with had been willing to do almost anything but be caught at it and letting themselves be watched had been a turn-off. Until, of course, Draco had made it worth their while. Draco nodded and finished off his drink, blinking and then snickering. "I," he declared. "Am getting very pissed. So forgive me if I do something stupid within the next few minutes. It's very likely," he added seriously, pouring himself another drink.
Ron raised an eyebrow and laughed at Malfoy's sudden declaration. "So am I, if it makes you feel any better." He downed about half his drink, vaguely noting that he'd reached the point where he only just registered the burn. "I'll have to see what stupid thing you do. Can't forgive something that hasn't happened, anyway."
"I was only saying," Draco said. "Fair warning and all that. Maybe if I'm lucky, though, I won't do anything stupid at all." Which he doubted, but honestly, a man could hope, couldn't he?
"Hmmm... warning is good." Ron replied vaguely. He was beginning, all of the sudden, to feel very pissed indeed. He hadn't before a few minutes ago, and he chose to blame Malfoy because the other man had brought it up. He took another sip and glanced at the bottle, then looked back and focused on it with the intensity only the very drunk are capable of. "Fuck. It's almost gone."
"It is?" Draco said, taking the bottle and regarding it dubiously before nodding morosely. "It is. Well... we could ask for another. Or... we could do something else." Not that Draco had many ideas as to what else. Well, he had a few, not that Weasley would be interested in any of those. At least, he probably wouldn't. Draco wasn't sure.
Ron thought intensely for a moment. He then downed the rest of his drink, poured as close to half of the remainder of the bottle into his glass as he could manage, and poured the rest in Malfoy's. He then shook his head. "No more. We should do something else." He caught a glimpse of the packet of cigarettes out of the corner of his eye and smiled triumphantly, pulling one out and lighting it. "Want another?" It was a terribly generous offer, really.
Draco eyed the pack and then nodded. "Okay, sure," he said. "So... what else should we do then?"
Ron puzzled for a moment before giving Malfoy the cigarette he'd been smoking. It was far too much trouble to pass over the pack, let alone light someone else's cigarette, and this way he got a few extra drags. He shrugged in response to Malfoy's question. "Don't know. Was all your idea to begin with."
Draco took the cigarette Weasley handed him and stared at it for a few moments while his stomach flipped over itself at such a casually intimate gesture. And suddenly all the ideas about 'what else' that had been lurking in the back of his mind slammed into the fore and as he placed the fag between his lips and inhaled he found himself wondering what Weasley would do if he tried to seduce him. Hit me, most likely, Draco thought. But a part of him, a very physical part of him, didn't care.
Ron took a gulp of his last drink and settled back in his seat once more, stretching his legs out in front of him. For a day that had begun so badly, it was ending pretty well. Good drink, good smokes, and, well, an acquaintance who really wasn't bad company, as long as he didn't choose to be. A vast improvement over waking up in hospital after being beaten nearly to a pulp the night before. Mind you, the mornings after nights like these (well, nights with extreme drunkenness, anyway) sometimes more than made up for how good the night before had been. Ron tried to remember whether he had anything for a hangover at his flat. He was sure to need it. And then, of course, there were the mornings where you woke up with the bird or bloke from the night before. He looked at Malfoy and gave a mental chuckle. Probably not something he'd need to worry about tonight, though. Still... He shook himself. Not something you want to think about, especially not now.
"I guess we could go to my place," Draco blurted before he could think about something better to do. "Have coffee or something?"
Ron took a drag, thinking. Coffee would be good. Might sober him up somewhat. It wasn't really that he didn't realize the implications of the invitation, he wasn't nearly that far gone, just that he had so much trouble imagining that Malfoy would mean anything more by it than what he actually said. They only just tolerated each other, after all. He nodded with a slight smirk.
Draco raised his eyebrows at Ron's nod and then relaxed and grinned. "All right, good," he said, taking another drag of his own cigarette. Or maybe not so good. Draco wasn't sure where he was even going with this. Was the seduction back on, then? Had it ever been on enough to be off and then back on again? Did he even want to... okay, yeah, he did. Weasley was oddly good looking and there was something almost magnetic about him that Draco was extremely attracted to and turned-on by. So yeah, he wanted to. The question was, would he?
Ron grinned back and downed the rest of his drink. He then crossed his legs at the ankles and proceeded to leisurely enjoy the rest of his cigarette while waiting for Malfoy to finish up, as well.
The silence that engulfed the two of them while they finished their drinks and cigarettes was, surprisingly enough, not an awkward one. This was probably partly because of their state of collective drunkenness as well as the fact that Draco's mind would not shut up. It kept asking all these questions and making all these suggestions and, really, he just wanted a cup of coffee now. And possibly sex, but he would settle for the coffee. Taking one final drag of his cigarette (foul things, really), Draco rose as smoothly to his feet as possible. "Ready?" he asked.
Ron stubbed out his cigarette and stood after Malfoy had gotten to his feet. "Mmmhmm. Ready." There was a part of him, even in this state and all these years later, that was wary of going to Malfoy Manor, but for the most part he trusted Malfoy, now. Which was still a strange thing to realize, sometimes.
Draco nodded and they walked out of the bar. He gave a small little finger wave to the bartender who rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow at his less than steady steps. Draco just shrugged and continued on, trying to figure out the best way to get home. Apparating in this condition was out, and they couldn't floo from Black Magick. That left activating the signet ring that he wore so that they could portkey in. Not the smoothest of transportation, but when one was drunk one realized that travel in the wizarding world really sucked, sometimes. "You'll want to hold my hand," Draco said to Ron, holding it out. "My ring's a portkey," he added.
Ron's steps were plenty steady, actually. Which didn't mean he wasn't completely smashed, or that he wasn't making a concentrated effort to keep them steady. He gave a small grin to the bartender, who then raised both eyebrows in Malfoy's direction, making Ron's grin broaden into a wide smile, mostly at the ridiculousness of the situation. His own eyebrows raised slightly in surprise at Malfoy's initial suggestion, but when he gave the reason Ron mentally chid himself for reading anything more into it. He took the blonde's hand.
Draco grinned at Ron briefly before tapping the ring with his wand. Almost immediately that tell-tale, rather disorienting sensation of being hooked behind the bellybutton overwhelmed him and there was quite a bit more jostling movement than he would have liked before they landed in the middle of the first floor drawing room at the Manor. Draco didn't let go of Ron's hand immediately, mostly because he liked the way it felt, holding it. "Welcome to Malfoy Manor," he said in a low voice, finally releasing Ron's hand and glancing around with an eye roll. Once upon a time this room had been pristine, the furniture archaic and not to be sat on. Now the furniture looked comfortable and inviting and the floor was littered with toys that the kids hadn't picked up yet. "Excuse the mess."
Ron looked around the room and gave a small laugh. Mess? There had been nearly double this number of children at the Burrow growing up. This was nothing. "No bother." He paused slightly, feeling rather like an intruder, somehow, and cleared his throat. "Coffee, then?"
Draco nodded. "Yeah, follow me." He led the way from the drawing room out into the hallway and to the right. The Manor had two kitchens. One for the house elves, which was huge (Draco'd gotten lost in there once when he was about three and had avoided it ever since) and a smaller one that had served little purpose until Melisande and Amie had moved in. They'd taught Draco how to cook in France and he kind of liked doing it, so he knew his way around this room better than he had a few years ago. "I'd have one of the house elves do it," he said over his shoulder, walking into the kitchen and heading straight for one of the large white cabinets. "But none of them are really any good at it. Make a good cup of tea, though."
Ron glanced around the small room and shrugged, pulling himself up on one of the counters and watching as Malfoy moved to make coffee. "Oh, I sympathize. I can't make coffee, either." He said with a grin, swinging his legs a bit.
"Yeah, well, I've gotten passable at it," Draco said with a grin. "Don't tell me you can't cook at all," he added. "Can be a bit handy, that." As he waited for Ron's response he went through the almost automatic motions of making coffee.
Ron gave a small laugh. "I can cook. Pretty well, actually, I just can't really be bothered to most of the time."
Draco leaned his hip against the counter and faced Ron. "It's helpful having two cooks in the house, I guess. Not to mention the house elves. I'm surprised I'm not dangerously obese, actually. It seems like we're always eating around here." He smirked. "I fear for the children, really."
Ron snickered at Malfoy. "I've been eating all the time my entire life and I'm still this thin."
Draco raised an eyebrow and then shrugged. "We can bless our high metabolisms for our hot bodies, then," he said.
Ron paused, looking at Malfoy. "Umm... Yeah. Guess so." That was... strange. "Coffee almost ready?"
Draco glanced over his shoulder and nodded. "Yeah," he said, straightening and turning to fix them both cups. "How do you like yours?"
"Oh. Cream and a little sugar, ta." Ron watched Malfoy. The silence between them at the bar might not have been awkward but this, at least to Ron, most definitely was. Maybe it was that the bar had so much atmosphere, and, of course, other people, and this kitchen was bright white and sterile and they were alone in it. That was probably the reason, but Ron wasn't overly concerned with reasons, he just wanted it to stop being awkward. "Ummm... could we go somewhere less..." Bloody white "kitcheny?" He mentally rolled his eyes at himself. Drunkenness was no excuse for creating the word 'kitcheny'.
Draco prepared the cups of coffee and snickered at Weasley's question. Kitcheny? "Sure," he answered, turning and handing Weasley a mug. "We can go back to the drawing room, if you want?"
Ron thought back to the drawing room. A room that showed signs of actual habitation sounded nice. And, of course, furniture would be a plus. He took his mug from Malfoy. "Sure. Sounds great."
Draco grinned at him and led the way. The drawing room was definitely a more comfortable room, especially for Weasley who had been rather tense when they were in the kitchen. Draco sat down at end of a deep green couch, tucking his legs under him. "Make yourself comfortable," he told Weasley.
Ron settled himself into a large, overstuffed chair and stretched his legs out. The chair was too low to the ground for him to do anything else and be comfortable, really. This was much better. Ron was always on edge in houses that didn't feel lived in, and kitchens were the worst. He took a sip of his coffee and looked around the room some more, eventually focusing on the fireplace. He wasn't so much thinking as zoning out, very easy to do when drunk, and the silence had slipped back to being fairly comfortable again, so he was far less inclined to try to make conversation.
Draco found himself staring at Weasley, not necessarily because he meant to, but because in his current state it was easy to stare and hard to stop, once he found something worth gazing at. The man really was terribly good looking in an odd, ginger sort of way but more than that (and more frightening, really, if Draco were to think about it) was the fact that the two of them sitting here doing nothing was okay. Draco didn't usually bring men back to the Manor at all, but when he did there was hardly any sitting and rarely any silence and the fact that this felt so comfortable both intrigued and scared Draco.
Ron moved on to gazing at the portraits on the walls for a few minutes before turning back to Malfoy who was, much to Ron's surprise, staring at him. He offered a small smile before taking another sip of his coffee. It was a bit sweet, really, but not too bad. "I like this room. Much better than the kitchen."
Draco grinned back. "Don't tell Melisande or Amie that. They practically live in the kitchen. This room is more comfortable though. Not my favorite room of the Manor, but near enough."
Ron laughed. "You're kidding? I wouldn't have thought anyone ever used it." He shrugged. "Nice for cooking, which is all you need, I suppose. It just doesn't seem... like a home. This does, though."
Draco snorted. "Try growing up here. It used to be much less homey. Mum and dad were all about lavish parties and the like and no room could look like anyone lived in it. This place was like a museum or something. Always on display, never to be played in." With a sigh Draco settled even more firmly into the couch. "I think I like it much better now. "
Ron made a faint noise of, well, not quite disgust, really, but near enough. "I know I would. Who wants to live in a museum? Especially as a kid." He looked around the room. He could certainly imagine what it could have been like. Huge. Pristine white walls with those huge portraits on them and nothing else. Shiny wood floors and furniture. He grimaced slightly. Growing up in a place like that...
Draco smiled at him, taking a long sip of his coffee. "I make up for it now. I probably helped the kids bring half these toys down." He glanced at the many that were strewn across the room and smiled wider. He never would have thought he'd enjoy making a room messy and playing with children, but he did. He looked over at Ron again. "It must have been much different for you," he said carefully. "I mean, having all those brothers and sisters and parents who weren't as concerned about social hierarchies and looking good. Was it nice?"
Ron laughed. "Very much different, I daresay." He thought for a minute. "It was nice. Frustrating, though. Sibling rivalry. I wasn't the oldest, or the youngest, or the cleverest or the funniest." He grinned. "Or the girl, of course. It was hard not to feel like just another Weasley sometimes. But we all got along, more or less, and still do. And mum and dad are great." He shrugged. "Yeah. Nice."
Draco grinned but didn't say anything else. He'd always made fun of the Weasleys (And who wouldn't? There were so many of them and that was just so common.) but he felt a twinge of jealousy. He'd been an only child with only the friends that were approved of and the few pets he'd had hadn't lasted long before they 'mysteriously' died or just disappeared. Even as spoiled as he'd been, he'd never had his parents' full attention unless he was doing something wrong and he'd been a pretty lonely boy, growing up. Draco shook his head and tried to get rid of the maudlin thoughts.
Ron hadn't realized he'd had as much of his coffee as he had until he lifted his cup and realized it was nearly empty. He drank the last few sips and put the mug on the coffee table before sliding farther down in his chair and resuming his inspection of the room.
Draco watched Weasley for a moment and then set aside his half-full cup of coffee on the coffee table as well. "So," he said slowly. "Are you single? I know I asked earlier, but you didn't really answer and I'm still curious." Draco grinned at Weasley and raised an eyebrow.
Ron chuckled quietly and looked back at Malfoy. "Yes. I'm single." He smirked, finding this turn in the conversation terribly amusing, for some reason. "You?"
"Yeah," Draco said with a snicker of his own. "Have been for... quite a while." Try practically forever, actually. Draco wasn't much for relationships and so he hadn't been in many. One or two bad ones, no good ones, and all so far apart and so short-lived they could hardly count as more than fucking the same person more than once for about two months straight.
Ron looked at Malfoy, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion, only added to by the fact that he was drunk. "Why did you want to know?"
Draco shrugged slowly. "No real reason," he said. There was a pause and then he blurted out, "Have you ever fucked another man before?" And oh, he hadn't meant to ask that question. And there was no way he could say he didn't have a reason for inquiring because he did. Sort of. Depending on the answer he might or might not make a move. But it was all still up in the air, really.
Ron couldn't help but laugh. "How very tactful, Mr. Malfoy." But, since he hadn't let the single question drop (or the kink thing, come to that) Ron figured he should probably go ahead and answer. Once he stopped laughing. "The short answer is yes. The slightly longer answer is that I'm bi, actually." He rolled his eyes. And then something clicked. He sat up and leaned towards Malfoy, grinning mischievously. "And why exactly have you been so terribly interested in these terribly interesting questions?"
Draco could feel himself flush. "What? Can't I ask a simple question without it being..." he trailed off and then sighed. "Shut up, Weasley," he groused, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "I was curious."
Ron's grin turned briefly into a smirk and then into a full-fledged smile. He slowly stood. "Curious?" he asked, making his way to the green sofa and sitting on the end opposite Malfoy. "Curious about what, exactly?" His smile broadened further as he tried to keep from laughing.
Draco floundered for a moment, his heart beginning to beat uncommonly fast and his stomach clenching with something like anticipation. And then he realized that Weasley was flirting with him and that made him sit up and grin slowly, shifting until he was closer to the other man, one arm draped over the back of the couch. "I could show you, if you want," he said softly.
Ron quirked an eyebrow. And didn't that slow grin make Malfoy look like the cat who'd got the canary? He laughed softly as he leaned in towards the blonde. Things I'll regret later... He grinned right back. "Could you, now?"
"Yeah," Draco answered softly, resting one hand on Weasley's thigh and leaning in so close that he could see every one of the freckles across the bridge of Weasley's nose. He brushed his lips across the other man's, a soft caress that made him shiver a moment before he pressed a proper kiss to Weasley's lips.
Malfoy's lips were soft. Far softer than Ron's, which were perpetually chapped. His hair was soft, too. And so fine. Not as thick and full as Ron's. And Ron noted all of this in the few seconds during which the kiss began and he brought one hand to the nape of Malfoy's neck. Oh, I'll definitely regret this later, was his last real thought as he moved closer to Malfoy, deepening the kiss and sliding his other hand up the blonde's thigh to settle on his hip.
Draco sighed into Ron's mouth, angling his head as the other man deepened the kiss, pressing closer. Ron felt good, warm and safer than most of Draco's other lovers and Draco took his arm from the back of the sofa to wind it around Ron's neck, pulling him and holding him still so that Draco could run the tip of his tongue over the parted seam of his lips before dipping it into his mouth. And Ron didn't just feel good, he tasted good too, an odd combination of firewhiskey and coffee and cigarettes and Draco swirled his tongue around Ron's mouth to capture that taste and savor it.
Ron's main thought was that he wanted Malfoy closer. It was still completely surreal, but having Malfoy doing that with his tongue rather drove any remaining hesitation from Ron. He gave a small moan before sliding his hand up from Malfoy's hip and under the blonde's shirt. He somehow hadn't expected Malfoy's skin to be so warm, but it felt almost flushed. Ron pulled the other man closer to him as he lightly sucked on Malfoy's tongue. Definitely wanted him closer.
Draco couldn't believe that just kissing Weasley had gotten him so hard so fast. Kisses weren't supposed to do that. They were supposed to be lead-ins and they were supposed to be somewhat pleasant, but they weren't supposed to be so arousing and so intense and so incredibly good that Draco's cock was almost fully erect already. Draco pressed closer to the other man, shifting and wriggling until he was straddling Weasley's hips with one hand worming its way beneath cloth to caress the warm skin of his back and then Weasley sucked on Draco's tongue lightly and... oh. Draco moaned softly into the kiss, scraping his nails lightly over Weasley's back, pushing closer, wanting more.
Ron generally very much enjoyed kissing, and Malfoy was a VERY good kisser. And now he was finally closer, though not close enough, and when was the last time Ron had been this turned on from this little? It felt so damn GOOD to have the blonde in his lap that it was really kind of ridiculous. He wasn't 16 anymore; just snogging didn't do this to him, now. Except apparently it did. Ron gasped at Malfoy's light scratch and pushed his tongue into the other man's mouth, moving his hand up so it was tangled in blonde hair instead of at the base of the neck, his other moving so it was in the middle of the other man's back, both trying to pull Malfoy still closer.
Draco couldn't seem to get close enough to Weasley and both of them were straining against each other, seeking more contact. With a soft sigh of impatience Draco gripped the hem of the other man's shirt and tugged up, pulling back from their kiss to take the damn thing off.
To his credit, Ron barely hesitated at all before lifting his arms and helping Malfoy take his shirt off. Once it was off, however, he immediately reached for the hem of the blonde's shirt and began pulling it off, smirking slightly and refusing to think about how absurd it was that, after all this time and all the scars he'd gained since then, he was still disconcerted by having people see these. The dim knowledge that he gotten his most hated scars on the night he technically helped get Malfoy Sr. arrested didn't really help, either. So instead of thinking about any of that he tugged the other man's shirt up quickly, smirking, and hoped that they could skip the part where the scars crisscrossing his chest, arms and (though not visible now) back were remarked on.
Draco's eyes caught on the scars that marred Weasley's arms and chest. They were, frankly, hideous, but for whatever reason Draco didn't cringe like he might have in another situation. Instead he reached out a hand and traced the lines with the tips of his fingers, drawing them over the scars with the softest pressure. He marveled at the differences in the feel of the almost slick skin of the scars compared the warm, smooth unblemished skin that showed between them. "Must have hurt," Draco said softly before leaning back a bit and drawing the pad of his thumb across the thin, silvery scars across his own chest, courtesy of one Harry Potter. "And here I was so proud to have survived this one." With a tiny smirk he leaned forward and licked a path over one jagged scar. "I think you win, though," he breathed against Weasley's skin, dotting kisses across his chest. "Yours are much more manly than mine."
"It did." Not that it was a memory that was overly clear for him. Even before the tentacles had wrapped around him he'd been in a pretty fucked up mental state. Ron laughed softly at the other remarks, a faint blush rising. "Winning is overrated."
Draco snorted and straightened until his lips were tantalizingly close to Weasley's again. "Only when you're the winner," he said before pressing his lips against the other man's. If the kissing had been good before, it was nothing compared to this, to skin pressed against skin while their tongues tangled. Draco shifted restlessly, rolling his hips into Weasley's, seeking some kind of friction because this was all well and good (very good) but he needed more.
Ron barely had time to roll his eyes before Malfoy was, thankfully, kissing him again. Feeling the blonde's chest pressed against him made Ron rather more impatient than he had been before. He wrapped one arm around the other man, pulling him closer. Ron broke off the kiss and kissed his way down to Malfoy's neck, gentle bites interposed with kisses. All that pale skin was just insanely tempting. His other hand trailed down the blonde's stomach to start unbuttoning his trousers.
Weasley's lips against the skin of Draco's throat elicited tiny shivers and soft sighs. Draco tipped his head back to allow for better access and then he felt the other man's hand on his stomach, heading for his trousers. The muscles of Draco's abdomen clenched with anticipation and he fought not to thrust his hips forward as Weasley started slipping the buttons of his trousers free. Draco rested his hands on the redhead's shoulders and bit his lip, waiting for the other man's next move.
Ron finished undoing Malfoy's trousers. It took rather longer to do one handed, but he managed. Besides, his other hand was far too busy holding the blonde still while Ron continued his attentions to his neck. As he reached into the other man's pants (and managed to withhold a snicker at the realization they were boxer briefs) Ron bit down rather hard on Malfoy's neck before moving down to briefly tease a nipple. He moved back to kiss Malfoy as his hand closed around the other man's cock.
Draco jerked when Weasley bit him and groaned loudly at the feel of the other man's hand on his cock. "Fuck," he bit out, hands sliding down Weasley's back, trying to pull him closer, seeking friction and heat. Draco rolled his hips a bit and withdrew one hand from where it was resting between Weasley's shoulder blades to settle on the fingers that were curled around his prick. Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, Draco guided Weasley's hand, showing him how he liked to be touched.
Ron kept pressing kisses and small nips to Malfoy's neck as the other man guided his hand before he got an idea. He smirked into Malfoy's neck for a moment before licking a delicate trail back up the man's neck. Ron kissed Malfoy once more before leaning back as far as the hand the blonde had on his back would let him. He bit his lip, watching Malfoy and tracing random patterns on his pale skin. Well, if the other man was an exhibitionist, Ron could oblige.
Draco had probably never been more turned on than he was at the moment that Weasley leaned back and began to watch as Draco guided his hand over his cock. Suddenly everything was more intense and Draco breathed harshly as he showed Weasley just how to roll his palm over the head of his cock and as he demonstrated a subtle twist of the wrist that always made Draco groan. He watched Weasley watch him through heavily lidded eyes and it was incredible.
Having Malfoy on his lap doing that was positively mesmerizing. Ron was torn between watching the blonde's face as he groaned and, in turn, watched Ron, and watching their hands. Hell, even just watching the other man's chest rise and fall with his slightly ragged breaths was incredibly sexy. Ron licked his lips. There was a part of him that wanted more and wanted it now, but he was just completely unable to stop watching.
As insanely good as it was to have Weasley watching, Draco knew that their joined hands on his cock were dangerously close to bringing him off (and the other man's intense gaze was only going to make that happen quicker). With more self-restraint that Draco had previously thought possible he slid his hand down to Weasley's wrist and drew the other man's hand away from his cock. "I want to make you feel good," Draco said by way of explanation, leaning forward to draw one of Weasley's nipples into his mouth and letting his fingers dance over the redhead's erection through his trousers.
Ron let his hand settle on Malfoy's thigh, gasping as the other man's mouth closed over a nipple and his hand rather teasingly ran over Ron's erection. The hand on Malfoy's thigh tightened almost convulsively and he threaded the fingers of his other hand through the blonde's hair.
Draco smiled against Weasley's skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses across his chest to tease his other nipple with a series of light flicks of the tongue and nips of his teeth. The hand on Weasley's cock moved to unbutton the trousers that stood in the way. While one hand worked on Weasley's trousers, the other trailed around to settle lightly on his hip and Draco began kissing a warm, moist path down Weasley's chest just as he managed to worm a hand into the other man's trousers and pants to grasp his cock firmly.
Ron moaned as Malfoy teased his nipple and gasped when the blonde's hand closed around his cock. He forced himself to remain passive. It was always a struggle for him, and one that he secretly both enjoyed and was tortured by. He so badly wanted to drag Malfoy back up his body and fuck him into, Hell, the couch in the room where his children played. He dropped his hand from Malfoy's thigh and gripped the edge of the couch.
Draco smiled against Weasley's skin and drew his hand up the length of his erection slowly. It was really rather surprising how good Weasley felt and tasted and smelled. Draco often got caught up in the idea of being with a man only to find the reality sorely lacking but this... this was nothing like any of those scenarios. The reality of Weasley's cock, warm and heavy in his hand, and of the taste of his skin beneath Draco's tongue as he licked a path to the other man's bellybutton, was even better than the half-cocked ideas that Draco'd had a few moments ago when he was really drunk and Weasley would never be interested. Draco circled Weasley's bellybutton with the tip of his tongue before darting it in and out in a few quick licks.
Ron half gasped and half laughed as Malfoy's tongue darted into his bellybutton, tickling him slightly. It was really through sheer determination that he didn't just start laughing and not stop. Ron rather suspected that was not the sort of thing Malfoy would appreciate. But it wasn't Ron's fault, really. It was just that the reality of the situation hit him rather abruptly. After all, there were various ways Ron expected to spend his evenings and this was most definitely not one of them. But, as he had no intention of either complaining or stopping, Ron bit his lip, managed not to laugh and decided to enjoy it while he could.
Draco leaned up and rolled his eyes at Weasley's barely surpressed mirth, but he wasn't really annoyed. The first time someone had licked his ankle he'd started snickering and the slick slide of a tongue over his instep had resulted in laughter that bordered on giggling. Besides, he was fairly certain that if he inclined his head just so, and proceeded to run the flat of his tongue over the head of Weasley's cock just so, the redhead wouldn't be laughing for much longer.
Any trace of laughter that might have remained left completely as Malfoy did that. Ron gasped loudly and looked down at the blonde, biting his bottom lip.
Draco glanced up and caught Ron's gaze as he closed his mouth over the redhead's cock. He slid his mouth down, running his tongue over the underside of Ron's prick before sucking back up.
Ron moaned as Malfoy's mouth surrounded his cock, his eyes closing momentarily before he forced them back open. There was something insanely mesmerizing about watching the other man. And his eyes were so intense right now, just gazing back at him with that almost unnatural shade of gray. Ron dropped both hands to the edge of the sofa and gripped the cushion hard.
Draco held Ron's gaze as he slid his mouth down again before sliding his own eyes shut and devoting himself entirely to the task at hand. He wrapped one hand around the base of Ron's cock and managed to coordinate a slow, easy rhythm of suck and pull. Draco pressed his tongue against the cock in his mouth, sucking up until his lips were just wrapped around the head and then sliding down again, taking as much of Ron's prick into his mouth as he could.
It was both more and less intense once Malfoy closed his eyes. Not staring into those silvery eyes somehow made it less mesmerizing, but without them to focus on Ron found himself watching as the blonde's mouth and hand slid up and down his prick. Ron let his eyes slide shut and his head fall back, focusing instead just on the way it felt for a few moments. He was getting close and was rather tempted to just let Malfoy keep going and finish him off like this. In the end, though, he snapped his eyes open and his head back up and gently pulled the blonde up by his hair. He grinned at the other man a bit sheepishly. "More. I don't care what, just... more." It wasn't that he was bothered by the fact that this would be the only chance he'd have to do any of this, of course, he just wanted to make the most of it.
Draco sighed in frustration when he let Ron tug him up by his hair, but the other man's grin and what he said pushed Draco forward so that he could press their lips together in a kiss. It was odd being trusted with this, with moving forward. It was even more odd that Ron seemed to be so into this, so genuinely interested in what Draco would do next. With a soft groan Draco slid his tongue into Ron's mouth, draping his arms over the redhead's shoulders.
Ron pulled Draco closer, back into his lap, and kissed the blonde back, giving the smallest of shivers when he heard him groan. The really odd thing, of course, was that Ron didn't care what more happened. And, had he been capable of such complicated thought processes at the moment; that knowledge would have been rather scary. The two might have had a truce for years, it might even have tentatively been called something bordering on friendship in a strange way, but Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy simply did not do this. And Ron Weasley certainly didn't give up control to Draco Malfoy while doing this. Later he would blame it all on the firewhiskey, for now he just settled one hand on the small of Draco's back and the other in his hair so he could pull the blonde still closer.
It was odd thinking of any Weasley in the context of lover; certainly it wasn't something Draco had ever considered before. And yet it felt natural. Draco couldn't believe how easy it was to settle into Ron's lap, to arch into his body, to kiss him slow and thorough and feel things he couldn't remember feeling so strongly before with anyone. Draco thought perhaps he was just getting carried away. There were no tender sentiments here and what they were doing, Draco had done quite a few times before. But there was just something different about the slick slide of Ron's tongue in his mouth and about the warm skin beneath his fingertips and about the way Ron wanted whatever Draco had to give. Maybe there was nothing different about this but this was one of the most intense experiences of Draco's life and that was just a fact. Pulling away from the kiss Draco trailed his lips over Ron's jaw and to draw his tongue over the edge of Ron's earlobe. "What do you want me to do?" he asked softly.
Well, in for a knut... "Anything." Ron pulled back to look Draco in the eyes. Hell, he was already half naked on a sofa in Malfoy Manor after telling Draco he could do whatever he wanted to him, might as well go with it, now. He grinned mischievously. "What do you want to do?" It was completely surreal, and even as he said it a slight thrill coursed through his system. He trusted Malfoy under normal circumstances, but this? Somehow it seemed dangerous, even though that was completely illogical. Really, that was probably why he was so willing right now. The feeling of danger added to the strange thrill of submitting instead of controlling... It was heady. Totally bizarre, of course, but heady.
Draco hummed as he pretended to think. "Well," he murmured, leaning forward to trace Ron's upper lip with the tip of his tongue. "I've already sucked you. You could've come in my mouth, you know," he added. "I wouldn't have minded. In fact, I would have felt pretty damn good about it." Draco grinned and leaned back, running his hands over Ron's chest, finding the other man's nipples with pale fingers and tweaking them. "You know what I really want, though?" he asked.
Ron grinned lazily back at Draco, his hands running up the blonde's sides, smoothing over his stomach, just barely brushing his nipples before settling on his lower back. He shivered as Draco toyed with his nipples. "What's that?"
Draco still his hands and smiled, slow and easy. "Fuck me," he said, voice low and hoarse. "Fuck me so hard I feel it for days," he continued, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Ron's throat. "Fuck me until I can't remember my name. That's what I want."
Draco's voice, as much as his words, sent another shiver coursing through Ron. The idea that the man could say something like that to him and claim not to be kinky was amusing on a certain level. This certainly wasn't what he'd expected Draco to say and his earlier idea of fucking Draco on the sofa came crashing back on him. But... "Where? Here? Bedroom? That disturbingly pristine kitchen?" He asked, grinning at Draco, his own voice rather rough at the moment, as well.
Draco smirked back. "As appealing as the kitchen sounds," he said. "My old bedroom's just down the hall. More comfortable. It's got a bed and everything."
"A bed in a bedroom? Novel idea." Ron laughed. "Alright then, lead the way."
Draco rolled his eyes good-naturedly and shifted off of Ron's lap. He rose fluidly to his feet and turned, pausing only to glance over his shoulder and ask, "You coming?" in a coy tone.
Ron shook his head slightly. How was it that Draco could be graceful when drunk, horny and half dressed with his trousers open? Ron himself certainly wasn't as he pushed himself up off the couch, which was really just too short for his long legs. It was a combination of self-restraint and how fucking good Draco looked when he glanced over his shoulder like that that kept Ron from making a truly terrible joke in response to Draco's question. Instead he just grinned at the blonde and followed him to the bedroom.
Draco led the way to his old bedroom, one he hadn't slept in for so long he could barely remember what the inside looked like. He opened the door and peeked in, sliding his wand from a pocket in his trousers and lighting the small gas lamps in the room with a negligent wave. The house elves had kept the room clean. Off to one wall was a bookcase full of books Draco could hardly remember reading, and a few feet away sat a rather large bed that Draco did remember rather well. It was terribly comfortable, or so Draco recalled, and the blonde turned to grin at Ron and raise his eyebrows. "So? Ready to ravish me, yet?"
Ron smirked back at Draco, and the words had barely left the blonde's lips before Ron backed him up against the wall and kissed him roughly and quickly. He moved to nip at the other man's throat and hummed an "Mmmhmm" against Draco's neck in reply to his question. Ravishing he could do. And now he was firmly back in his home territory. Giving control to Draco, teasing Draco and being teased by Draco; that was different and scary and nice and made him think far too much about what exactly was going on. But this? Ron was suddenly back in control in more ways than one, and power over Draco was thrilling and comfortable at the same time. He bit down on the blonde's neck a bit harder before pressing a few last kisses to it and moving back to kiss him again.
Draco clutched at Ron's back and arched into his body. He could feel the shift of power, welcomed it and moaned when Ron kissed and bit his neck. When Ron captured his lips in another kiss, Draco opened his mouth to him and slid his tongue out to tangle with Ron's.
Ron smirked briefly into the kiss. There was just something so overwhelmingly satisfying about the way Draco arched into him and kissed him and oh, the way he moaned. Ron fully intended to inspire many more of those. He kissed Draco roughly and moved to rid the other man of his trousers and pants while Ron toed out of his own shoes. He again broke off the kiss, this time to trail kisses to Draco's ear whispering, "I want you to talk. I want to know what you're feeling. What you like," he smirked, "what you love. I want to hear every whimper and moan." He gently and delicately trailed his tongue along the edge of Draco's ear, nipping at the lobe. "I've got to make you forget your name, after all, and I can't see how I'll know that if you're quiet." He moved back down to the blonde's neck again, biting harder this time.
Ron's voice washed over Draco like something warm and so utterly sensual it was like another caress. Draco shivered as he listened to the other man speak and he didn't know what he could possibly say, for a moment, didn't know what Ron would want to hear. And then Ron was biting his neck again and sharp bolts of pleasure-pain went straight to Draco's cock and he surged up with a groan. "Fuck, more," he hissed. "Harder."
Ron smiled into Draco's neck briefly and took a moment to soothe the bite with kisses and licks before biting again, harder, exactly where he'd bitten before. He pushed Draco's trousers and pants down over the other man's slim hips and made quick work of his own. "Bed. Now."
Draco didn't even bother to bite back the frustrated groan at the loss of Ron's lips and teeth and tongue pressed against his throat and he pulled the redhead toward the bed almost roughly. Draco fell back onto the mattress, tugging Ron onto him and leaning up to run the flat of his tongue over the skin of Ron's neck.
Ron moaned at the lick to his neck, Draco's sudden roughness, all of it. It was so fucking hot. He moved his hips so his cock was pressed against Draco's and bit his lip, thrusting against the other man.
Draco swirled the tip of his tongue across Ron's skin, enjoying the taste of him and the feel of him. His hands roamed over the other man's back as he thrust up, moaning at the slide of cock against cock. Draco licked a path over the underside of Ron's jaw and chin and paused when their lips were just inches away. "Suck me," he whispered hoarsely. "I want my cock in your mouth."
Ron moved forward to kiss Draco roughly before grinning down at the blonde. He made a path down Draco's body; pausing to bite again at the man's neck, to tease his nipples. He mentally laughed at the idea that Draco was physically scarred. A few lines? He wouldn't have known they were there if Draco hadn't pointed them out. Ron intentionally skipped the other man's erection for a moment to lick and nip at his inner thighs before relenting and slowly dragging the tip of his tongue up Draco's cock.
Draco writhed beneath Ron's lips, squirming and restless. When he felt Ron's tongue making its slow way up the length of his cock, Draco's back arched and he groaned. He rested one hand on the top of Ron's head and wound the other in the soft fabric of his duvet, fighting the urge to thrust his hips upward.
Ron licked at the head of Draco's cock before finally taking the blonde's erection into his mouth. He dimly thought that Draco probably shouldn't taste and smell and look and sound and feel this bloody good, but Merlin he did.
Draco couldn't help but buck upward at that. The head of his cock was gloved in slick, soft heat and it felt incredible. He groaned and tipped his head back, eyes closed. "Yes," he hissed out, voice harsh and deep with arousal. "Just like that."
Ron put one hand on Draco's hip, holding him down as he began sliding his mouth up and down the other man's cock. He moaned lightly at Draco's words, at his voice, at his groan. He gently rolled the blonde's balls in his other hand, swirling his tongue around the head of Draco's prick on his next upstroke.
Draco's toes curled and his eyelids slammed shut. His entire body went stiff and his hips moved restlessly beneath Ron's mouth. The vibrations from Ron's moan traveled through Draco's cock and up his spine and the way he fondled and licked... "God," Draco gasped, hands finding their way to the back of Ron's head and resting there lightly.
Ron quirked an eyebrow. Well, Draco'd seemed to like that. And then he realized he'd left his sodding wand in his sodding trousers. Goddamnit. He briefly debated his options before making a faint noise of frustration. He pulled off Draco's cock, knowing the blonde would be even less happy about this than he was. "Two seconds." He hurried to where their trousers lay abandoned and pulled his wand out of its pocket, returning to the bed, and Draco, as quickly as he could. "Sorry about that." Ron gave the blonde a brief kiss before sliding back down his body and slowly taking his cock in his mouth again.
Draco groaned in protest when Ron pulled away but didn't have time to say anything disparaging or to say much at all really, before a quick kiss was being pressed to his lips and his cock was back in Ron's mouth. Draco sighed and rested his hands on Ron's head again, applying a bit of pressure. "You're going to have to make that up to me, you know," he said softly.
Ron hummed his assent to Draco, around Draco. He secretly rather liked the pressure Draco was applying to his head. The idea of the blonde loosing control was incredibly sexy and Ron intentionally left Draco's hips free, this time. His hand reached again to fondle the man's balls as he cast a quick lubricating charm, tossing his wand aside. He began slowly, teasingly circling Draco's entrance even as he again swirled his tongue over the head of his cock.
Draco thrust up when Ron hummed around his cock and tipped his head back with a small, needy noise. His hands clenched in Ron's hair and he had to stop himself from fucking the other man's mouth, though he did set the rhythm and he didn't bother keeping his hips still. How could he when Ron was driving him completely mad with his wicked mouth and even more wicked fingers? When Draco felt the slide of fingertips over his arsehole he moaned loudly and wiggled his hips insistently.
Ron would have smirked if he could have. Instead he settled for slowly pressing one finger into Draco, his eyes fluttering shut as it slid in. Those noises were positively addictive, and Ron couldn't resist the urge to hum again, just to hear Draco; to make him lose just that much more control.
"Fuck!" Draco hissed out, body writhing as he tried to decide whether or not to thrust up and into Ron's mouth or down and onto his finger. The conflicting but equally pleasurable sensations of being sucked off and finger-fucked urged a moan of frustration from Draco's throat. He circled his hips and urged Ron to take more of his cock into his mouth.
Ron slowly added a second finger, taking as much of Draco's cock as he could manage. And Draco thought he was frustrated. Ron focused on Draco, because he couldn't let himself think about replacing his fingers with his cock. Not just yet.
Draco was pretty sure he could hold off his orgasm for at least another three minutes, although that might have been a bit generous. He was dangerously close to exploding in Ron's mouth and with a groan he tugged the other man's lips off of his prick. "I'm ready," he said. "Just fuck me."
Ron let himself be tugged up by the hair. He certainly didn't need to be told twice. He coated his cock with lube, biting Draco's neck once more, and poised himself at the blonde's entrance, taking a moment to kiss him roughly before slowly pushing in. "Oh, fuck," he near-whispered. It was so amazingly good. Tight and hot and oh this shouldn't be happening...
Draco exhaled harshly and moaned, clutching Ron's back and curling his toes at the feel of the other man's cock sliding into his arse. He nipped at Ron's chin and slid his lips over his jaw and toward his ear, tugging on the flesh with his teeth. "Come on," he groaned. "Fuck me hard."
Ron let out what might have been almost a growl at Draco’s words and bite. He bit his lip, pausing for a moment longer before he slid out of Draco deliberately, slowly, and pushed back in forcefully, a bit less slowly. It was hardly a time for slowness, really, but Ron couldn’t resist teasing Draco, and himself, a bit more.
With a low growl Draco thrust his hips up against Ron's and nipped sharply at his earlobe to try and encourage him to go faster. Usually Draco didn't mind the wait and the teasing, but he wasn't sure how much of it he could handle right now. All he really wanted was for Ron to fuck him and fuck him hard and do it now.
Ron wasn't sure if it was the sound or the motion or the sudden slight pain of Draco nipping his earlobe again, but it worked. With a gasp he increased his speed, his force, only just refraining from well and truly pounding into the blonde. "Tell me what you want" he managed to growl out before biting Draco's neck again.
Draco hissed and met Ron thrust for thrust. "Fuck me," he groaned into Ron's ear. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Want to feel you in me for days." He arched his neck, pressing his throat against Ron's mouth. "Do it, Ron. Fuck me."
It could have been the groan, the thrusts, the words. Could have been, but wasn’t. It was Draco saying his name, his actual name, for the first time, and like that, coupled with that act of submission. Ron shivered before he began thrusting harder, faster, moaning as he continued to lick and bite and suck Draco’s bared throat. He only just processed the thought that he would be leaving marks. The thought that immediately followed, far more clearly, was ‘good’. Draco was his, for now at least, and he wanted people to know.
For all the times he'd done this in the past, Draco wasn't sure that it had ever been this intense. He couldn't ever remember clutching at someone the way he clutched at Ron, or whimpering with every thrust the way he did with Ron. He couldn't remember the last time an orgasm had approached so fucking quickly that he lost his breath and trembled and shook and the only sound he could utter was a broken sob-like thing that he couldn't remember making... possibly ever. Draco wanted to hold it off but it was impossible and he came fast and hard all over their bodies.
Ron was briefly able to register that Draco was, well, beautiful when he came. He’d become less harsh-looking with age; still pale, angular, and thin but somehow a bit gentler. It suited him, now. And Ron had a moment where he thought that the blonde might have been the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Which was, he’d realize later, completely ridiculous and made him sound - He’d refuse to think about it. But for now Draco was beautiful and tightening around Ron’s cock and coming on Ron’s stomach and chest and Ron couldn’t remember ever feeling anything quite like this. It was difficult to explain; perhaps it was just that it was all so intense. Ron managed a few more thrusts before he came, gasping Draco’s name.
Draco felt Ron's cock pulse deep inside of him when he came and Draco shivered, watching the play of emotions that flickered across the other man's face for a few moments. The sound of his name on Ron's lips did odd things to Draco's insides, made his stomach flop and his heart stutter. Draco didn't want to think about that so he wrapped his arms around Ron and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, ignoring the strange things that the other man did to him.
Ron grinned down at the blonde as he caught his breath, ducking down to kiss him briefly before regretfully pulling out (And why should he regret that?) and moving so he was on his side next to Draco, pulling the other man towards him and kissing him again.
Draco made a soft noise in his throat when Ron pulled out and then exhaled slowly, curling into the other man's body and kissing him back gently. The whole experience had been . . . incredible and had left Draco feeling utterly boneless, and a little confused. It shouldn't have been that good. It was never that good and Draco couldn't figure out why it had been so different. But he didn't want to think about it, so he pushed the thought away and figured he'd return to it later if he felt like it.
Surely sex with Draco Malfoy, especially sex like that, shouldn't be followed by this: gentle kisses and, well, Ron hesitated to use the word "cuddling", but he supposed that's really what it was. This entire situation had gone from strange to stranger, and now this. Ron, like Draco, remained completely unwilling to think about it, though. He was sated and tired and wanted a cigarette, which probably wouldn't go over too well, so he wouldn't. Instead he'd keep kissing Draco, because Hell, it couldn't get any stranger now, surely?
After a series of slow, languid kisses, Draco pulled away. "Would it be terribly rude for me to pass out now?" he asked with a small smirk, resting his head next to Ron's. It was surprisingly easy for him to adjust to this easiness he had with the other man. Usually it wasn't like this after sex. Either Draco or his partner would take off within minutes and that would be the end of it. There was no kissing, no talking except to ask after the location of a sock. Draco hadn't realized before now that he was actually... cut out for this sort of afterglow indulgence. It was rather fascinating.
Ron chuckled quietly. "Not at all. I'll be doing the same." He was far more used to afterglow-type things, just not in quite this scenario. He stifled a yawn. Sleep was good. He'd probably wake up with the hangover from Hell, though. Between the coffee and, well, this Ron'd sobered up a bit, but he suspected it wouldn't be enough, come morning.
Draco's nod was lethargic. "Good," he murmured. He settled deeper into the bed and then, before sleep could claim him, he lifted an arm and wrapped it hesitantly around Ron's waist. He had no idea if this was okay, but he was at least going to try. He'd always been affectionate after all, and this was probably one of the few times it would be allowed in a situation like this.
There was something far too endearing about the hesitancy with which Draco wrapped his arm around Ron's waist. Ron just barely opened his eyes and gave Draco a small smile, wrapping his own arm around the blonde and settling just a tiny bit closer to him before letting his eyes slide shut again.
