Chapter Two



It was morning and the slight chill of the night began to lift from the castle. Though the bitter coldness between two friends had only intensified. Ron made sure he was up and out of the dormitory before anyone else was up, especially a certain underage contestant in the Tournament. Besides, he needed time to think things through. About Harry and his recent confirmation into the Triwizard Tournament as the 4th contestant. But, also he needed some time to sort out the previous evening's events.

He had sex with Malfoy. His archenemy. The son of a known Death Eater. The boy who has made the past four years of his life a living Hell. And he had fucked him yesterday. Ron internally sighed as he pulled his sweater vest on. He pulled on his robe, tie around his neck undone, and headed down to the Great Hall. He had once wandered down to the Great Hall in the early morning hours. At that time a few students were there but it was, for once, quiet and that's what he needed right now. A time to reflect in peace.

'How can I be.well I do like Fleur, so that can't be it?' Ron thought, as he looked out the window in the direction o f the Beauxbaton carriage. Ron continued to ponder his situation.

Ron reached the great oak doors of the hall and yanked them open. It seems he was the first one there, he thought as he closed the door. He briskly walked toward his designated table, wanting to sit and revel in the silence. As he slipped into his thoughts, he felt someone's presents looming behind him.

"Go away, Hermione. I don't feel like talking right now. Could you please layoff and stop following me around?"

"Thankfully, I'm not that Mudblood. But if you still feel that way, I'll leave." An iced-laced voice breathed.

"Malfoy?" Ron whispered as he turned and saw the blonde.

"I see you've already changed your mind about the whole first name business."

"Yeah, well, sorry if I refuse to remember yesterdays goings-on!"

"What a shame. I couldn't stop thinking about it. You made me scream your name a half dozen times while in my dorm." Draco had, in the process of explaining his after-dark pleasures, managed to seat himself next to the Gryffindor, resting his chin on his shoulder, whispering sensuously slow into his ear.

"Nice to know, Malfoy." Truth be told, it was nice, deliciously nice to know that Malfoy thoroughly enjoyed last night. The image that was forming in front of Ron's mind eye was entertaining to say the least. Malfoy, strewn across his bed, nude stroking himself with Ron's name on his lips. This picture awoken a certain member of Ron's

"I'd hope so, Weasley." A quick peck on the ear. A hand lowering. "I've always wanted to fuck you on this table."

"Fuck me?" Ron's voice lowered as Draco's fingertips lightly drew circles over and ever-growing member.

"Yes. You fucked me. Quite nicely, if I may say so."

"You may." The red-haired boy raised his hips slightly to have more pressure applied to his crotch area. "At least you were able to sit."

Draco smiled. "A handy numbing spell."

"Draco," whispered Ron deliriously.

"Say my name again. You make it sound as if it was such the aphrodisiac."

Lust darken brown eyes met sexually clouded grey.

"Draco. I've never done anything.be careful."

"You did pretty good last night." Draco slid one hand over his lover's shoulder and pulled the robe off gingerly.

"Well.that's different."

"Shh." Draco placed a finger over Ron's lips. Ron, in turn, drew the finger into his mouth, suckling it. Draco closed his eyes in pure ecstasy. "You really know how to use that mouth off yours. I'll have to remember that for later." Draco withdrew his finger and replaced it with is lips over the redhead's.

The kiss was just as fierce and intensely passionate as last night's. Hands desperately removing clothes so heated skin could mesh and rub up against each other. Draco's hand had lowered to Ron's back and the other cleared the table. The clatter of metal plates and other eatery echoed throughout the hall. Neither boys were aware of their surroundings, only the other boy's pleasure, his receiving and giving.

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