Chapter Five

Ron slowly began to separate himself from his renewed group of friends. He listlessly listened to Hermione and Harry talk about this and that. It had been 5 days since the First Task, the resolution of his and Harry's fight and his new and present conundrum with Malfoy.

Ron sighed heavily; he actually felt an inkling of longing for Malfoy. Ever since he walked out on Malfoy, the blonde had yet to give him a look. Not a stare or a glare. He had even refrained from insulting him. Though, Harry took this as a sign that Malfoy might have finally matured, leaving his best friend alone from the verbal torment. Ron shrugged it off, fully knowing the real reason of this "act of maturity".

The melancholy Gryffindor quickly arose out of his mood just as he caught Harry sending him a sideways glance accompanied by a smile. Ron was happy to have Harry back in his life; he was a little disappointed in himself that it took seeing something as drastic as Harry fighting off a Hungarian Horntail to make him realize that Harry was innocent in forging his signature.

"That's it!" he exclaimed silently. He knew exactly what to do to get Draco back. He stealthily slipped into an alcove, waiting impatiently for his lover. The echoes of students softly dissipated as they entered the dining hall. Soon, the object of Ron's lust strolled by.

Malfoy, finally deciding he should make some type of appearance at dinner, sauntered down the main hall. Draco sighed. Damn that Weasley bastard to Hell! He had gotten under his skin and made him feel uncomfortable with himself, made him feel as if a part of him was missing. How dare this mere poor boy make the Draco Malfoy feel incomplete? Yes, Draco knew he was gay, since his third year. Yes, he was able to have any boy or man he desired. And, yes, he had his sinful way with each desired man and boy. But this time it was different. He usually had his way with the temporary objects of his hunger for a week or so...but this time, with Ron, it had been almost a month and this "tryst" was still going strong.

As Draco continued his journey towards the Great Hall, a hand clasped around his forearm pulling him into a small crevice, having his back connect to the wall, lips over his own. The kiss, Malfoy breathed contently; this type of kiss must be from that loveable bastard. Enough thinking, the Slytherin scolded himself, though letting the other boy take control. The kiss was warm and needy. Rough yet gentle. Revealing desperation and emotions that neither of the boys wanted to decipher because of fear for want they might be.

//Does this bastard know what I can feel from this?// Draco thought. Was he deceiving him? The kiss stayed pure, innocent. No dueling of the tongues today.

The pair of lips left his, trailing down to his neck while deft fingers removed robes, unbuckled belts, removed slacks. Lips back to doing what they did best: kissing. Neither understood why Malfoy's lithe hands grasped and intertwined with callused but neither cared but welcomed it as the other slid to his knees. A sweet touch of lips to Malfoy's engorged organ sent him spiraling into a world of delicate wisps of seductive tendrils that licked around his body. Their place of origin was from the boy below him.

On the floor, Ron started to spread kisses of affection over Draco's organ. When Ron's nose was engulfed in perfect blonde hairs, he, once again, placed his lips on Draco's now leaking head and pushed forward.

Being fully sheathed by Ron's warm mouth sent Malfoy into a frenzy. With each thrust of Ron's mouth, came a wave of delirious pleasure and a swift squeeze of his hands. Ron continued his rapid bobbing movement of his head; the boy below reluctantly let go of his lover's hands, replacing them on Draco's hips, to keep himself steady.

Shortly thereafter, Malfoy quivered in ecstasy; his world cracked and split around, the castle walls swiftly replaced his sensuous world. Ron pulled up Draco's boxers and slacks, buckling and zipping.

"If you think that everytime you give me something, I'm expected to have sex with you, you have another thing coming to you!" Ron grunted, pointing his finger into the other boy's chest.

Draco stared into Ron's strong brown eyes. Something was a bit off. A glisten had shed a film over the brown eyes that Malfoy had come to crave....even yearn for.

"I don't see why not! If I go out of my way I should get some type reward for the gesture." sneered the blonde boy. "Are you going to cry?"

"No," Ron staggered back. "Why would I cry?"

Draco interlaced his fingers with his taller lover's, keeping the red head from running away. "Go ahead and cry. I missed you too."

Ron pressed himself against the shorter boy, seeking why Draco did a complete 180.

"How come you can be a bastard one moment then be almost bearable and considerate the next?" Ron wondered aloud, idly rubbing his thumbs over Draco's hand.

"Who knows." Draco shrugged. "Maybe I have split personalities."

Ron smiled. A lone tear escaped his eyes and Draco gingerly kissed it away. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm really glad to have you back. I did miss you."

"I missed you as well...and that mouth of yours." Draco stood on tiptoes to give Ron a loving peck on the mouth.

"I'm such a wanker." laughed Ron to himself.

"I know."

"You should stop slicking back your hair." The taller boy let go of Malfoy's hand, the proceeded to muss up the fine platinum strains. Seeing Draco, hair disheveled and bangs in his eyes, brought a genuinely delight- filled smile. "Beautiful."

"Thank you."

The two boys continued to stay interwoven, giving the other a quick kiss or smile. Whispers of tender endearments and sensual overtones quietly entertained the boys.

Ron hadn't felt this good since..well....never. He felt strongly about Draco. He had never felt so scared and depressed when he thought he could lose those moments in time where he reveled in the being known as Draco Malfoy. He also never thought he could feel this joyous whenever he was close to him.

"I love you."

Draco hastily left his reflections of Weasley and that wondrous mouth had previously done.

"What?!" He disentangled himself from the redhead. "Why did you have to go and ruin the moment?" Draco fixed himself up so he would look presentable to his peers, not as if he had just received a b.j.

"Well, I don't love you but I do have strong feelings for you. What else did you expect? After about a month of fucking I'd have to develop some feelings for you."

"All we do is have sex. No more. No less. Feelings can only complicate things."

"So all I am to you is sex. Your fucking boy toy. Why are you still having sex with me? We all know of your involvement with others."

"And what is my 'involvement with others'."

"You stalk and seduce your prey, have your way with them, then drop them after a week or so. Why haven't you dropped me?"

"I haven't tired of you yet."

"TIRE OF ME! Are you planning on dumping me as if I were trash?"

"Yes. No! I don't know. Stop acting all womanly on me! This is sex. You fuck me. I fuck you. That's it. There is no need for emotions."

"I still care about you. Do you at least think or care about me?" Ron whispered as he stared at the floor.

Malfoy swiftly walked away as Ron stared at the floor. Heading towards the Slytherin dorms, a silent 'deeply' hung from his lips.

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