Bloom

Draco leaned casually against a tree near the locker rooms. He had already seen Potter and the homely looking Weasley girl leave. Then the rest of the time, minus Ron, who had stayed behind as told. Draco eyed the entrance to the castle, waiting for the door to shut behind the last student. Then he smiled and strode into the locker room.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

I love him.

With a smirk, Draco waltzed over to Ron, deftly grabbing both his arms, and pushing him against the wall. Ron gasped, and struggled, and Draco chuckled. Using all his force he pressed Ron fully against the wall and put his mouth close to his ear.

“Go ahead and struggle, Weasley,” he murmured, “But face it, you know where you belong. Why don’t you get on your knees for me, hm?” he kissed him on the cheek, his heart fluttering in his chest.

“That’s disgusting,” Ron snapped, pushing back against him.

“Is it?” Draco taunted, rubbing his semi-hard cock against Ron’s toned backside, “You don’t want to get me off?” He reached a hand to the front of Ron’s pants, teasingly brushing his fingers up and down, “You belong beneath me in so many ways.” Draco wasn’t going to break this time. He could feel Ron shaking against him. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you, Weasley? You want to get used by a Malfoy?”

A moment passed, and then Ron let out a whimper. “Yes,” he murmured.

Draco chuckled triumphantly. “Miss me?” he asked, moving a lock of hair off Ron’s neck, and kissing it.

“Shut up,” Ron replied impatiently, then whimpered again when Draco reached up and grabbed his neck.

“Excuse me?” he growled, using his other hand to unbutton Ron’s pants and tug them down. “You’re asking for it, hm?”

“Well,” Ron murmured, “I can’t go to detention…so we’ll have to make this last.”

Draco stopped what he was doing, and Ron hesitated before turning around. “Why aren’t you going to detention?” Draco asked while Ron adjusted his pants.

“I’m sorry,” he said as response, biting his lip and looking anxious, “I just…there’s something else I have to do.”

With his heart now doing frantic little jumping jacks, Draco frowned. “Like what?” he asked.

And suddenly, Ron looked confused. He rebuttoned his pants and his eyebrows furrowed. “Just something else.” He tilted his head. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Draco said, and tried to think of a reason for being a little agitated that he would not see Ron -again- that night. That would make it a real detention. Finally he put on a smug tone. “I just don’t like the idea of someone else playing with my toys.”

It worked. Ron smiled, his sapphire blue eyes twinkling. “No one else is playing with me,” he said with a scoff, “It’s…a meeting. Of sorts.” He looked uncomfortable, and Draco knew they were reaching The Topic. And…The Topic was off limits. Always. Another rule.

“Okay,” Draco replied, “So…I wont see you until next weekend.” He brushed his thumb along Ron’s jaw and curled his hand around the back of his neck.

“Are you going to miss me?” Ron teased, pressing their lips together for a moment.

“Hm,” Draco replied, and smirked at him with narrow eyes, making Ron shiver. Draco tightened his grip and started pushing Ron slowly, but forcefully down. “Make me miss you,” he growled.

Ron knelt in front of him, and looked up with a crooked smile as he reached up to unbutton Draco’s pants. “You would have missed me anyway,” he taunted as he slid them down, batting his long, thick lashes.

“You think so?” Draco replied, stroking his hair, then closing his eyes as he exhaled heavily, feeling his cock being engulfed in warm, wet bliss. “Good,” he whispered breathlessly. Always. “Good boy.” He smiled when Ron moaned his approval of the praise. Draco stroked his hair again and then gripped it tightly, forcing his head down, causing the head of his cock to slide down the back of Ron’s throat. He swallowed a moan as he listened to Ron choke, but only for a moment before relaxing. He always did. “Mm, that’s my good little whore.” He looked down, knowing Ron would be looking up at him. He was, his lashes flecked with tears, cheeks pink with pleasure. “Fuck,” Draco hissed, knowing he shouldn’t have made eye contact yet, and let his orgasm wash over him with a shuddering breath. He let go of Ron’s hair and he moved back, sputtering and catching his breath.

Before Ron could get up, Draco lowered to the ground and pushed him back, immediately straddling his waist and bending down to kiss him, prying his lips apart with his tongue. He felt Ron squirming impatiently underneath him, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling them down. Draco pulled away, breathing heavily, he placed one hand on the ground next to Ron’s head, and his other grabbed his lover by the chin.

“Beg,” Draco growled deeply.

Ron immediately opened his mouth, but then closed it again, a hint of a smirk on his swollen lips. Draco sneered at him.

“Beg,” he repeated, grabbing his throat now, “Or I will leave.”

Ron pushed himself up slightly with one hand, the other going to the side of Draco’s face as he kissed him. “Please,” he whispered against his lips.

It was really all Draco needed to get hard again. He instantly pushed Ron back down and lowered his hand to Ron’s ass, chuckling as he squirmed when Draco’s fingers found what they were looking for. His squirms were replaced with a shudder and a gasp when Draco slid two fingers inside him.

“Shh,” he warned. It wasn’t quite curfew yet, and Ron was always noisy. Even so, he worked his fingers in and out forcefully, enjoying the way Ron trembled. The way he choked on his moans to stay quiet. “Ready?” he murmured after a few moments of this teasing. Ron merely smiled at him through his heavy breathing, and then turned over. Draco grasped his hips and yanked him back, guiding his cock to an entrance he knew well, closing his eyes as he slowly pushed himself inside, sliding a hand along Ron’s back. His skin was so smooth under his hand, the dips and curves of his spine and muscles were as familiar as the handle of his broom. Another thing he could control by touch. By trust. Comfortable muscle memory.

He opened his eyes, bring his hand back down to Ron’s hip, focusing on his rhythmic thrusting. He listened to Ron’s breathing, his quiet moans. He had such a strong urge to kiss him. He wanted to turn him back over.

But they had rules against that. No kissing. Not while shagging. Making out was okay, as long as it was not during anything else. But it felt like torture sometimes. He loved the feeling of Ron breathing heavily against his mouth and could only imagine how sensual it would be while being inside him. He would also love to look him in the eye when they came.

Draco snapped himself out of these thoughts. His fingers dug deep into Ron’s satin-like skin. He swore under his breath, and slowed his thrusting to a stop, pulling himself out. Before Ron could protest or ask any questions, Draco aggressively flipped him around, and pushed back inside, looking him in the eye.

“Fucking hell,” Ron breathed, biting his lip. But he continued to look back at him, his eyes expressing confusion but acceptance. Lust. Hunger.

Draco regained his erratic thrusting, swearing sharply under his breath. He wanted to bend down. To capture his mouth. His gorgeous, full lips. But as he stared at Ron’s lips, he noticed his eyes beginning to close. “Don’t you look away from me,” Draco growled, grabbing his throat. Ron’s eyes flew open, and he whimpered again, grabbing Draco’s arms, and arching his back. “Don’t look away,” Draco whispered again, beginning to thrust harder as he tightened his grip on Ron’s throat. His lover was shaking uncontrollably underneath him, and Draco knew if he could breathe he would be moaning. “I know you want to cum,” he cooed, “Will you cum hard for me? Hm?” He bent close to Ron’s face, hovering over it, aching. He could feel it from Ron, too.

But Draco would not cave first. He moved past Ron’s lips and went to his ear. “Go on, then. Litte Weasley slut. Cum for me. Cum with a Malfoy’s cock in your ass.” He sat up, releasing his grip. The sound of Ron gasping for air while also trying to quiet his shameless moans sent Draco over the edge a second time. He took steadying breaths, and his vision began to focus again.

He looked down at Ron as he slid backwards and pulled up his pants. Ron coughed as he sat up, rubbing his chest and throat. Guilt skittered uncomfortably through Draco. He brushed Ron’s hand away, and his stomach fell.

“Damnit,” he said, seeing a red hand print, “I’m sorry.”

Ron shook his head. “It’s fine,” he said, slightly raspy, and quickly adjusted his own pants before smiling at him.

“You’re adorable,” Draco said. He leaned over and finally kissed him with a pleased sigh of relief. Ron gently sucked on his bottom lip, then bit it sharply. Draco smirked before grabbing the back of his hair and yanking his head back. “Why are you being such a brat?” he murmured.

“Dunno,” Ron replied, slowly smirking back at him, “You bring it out in me.”

Suddenly there was a set of five knocks at the door. Blaise. He walked in casually. “Done?” he asked, “Snape’s on grounds patrol tonight, just thought I’d let you know.”

“Fuck,” Draco snapped as he and Ron scrambled to their feet. Ron gave him a quick smile before turning toward the door. Draco swiftly grabbed his arm and pulled him back, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss, the taste of himself still prominent on Ron’s tongue. When Draco pulled away he asked, “Are you sure you can’t come to detention tonight?”

“I’m sorry,” Ron whispered, and truly looked it. His thumb stroked Draco’s cheek. “I’m sure we can figure something out.” He bit his lip and smiled with a bit of a blush. “I don’t want to wait that long.”

“That’s precious,” Blaise interjected, “Can we go now, please? I don’t fancy Snape catching us in here.”

Draco rolled his eyes, and kissed Ron one last time before nodding at him to go ahead first. But as Ron passed by Blaise, Blaise grabbed him by both wrists and pinned him against the wall, his arms up by his head. Instinctively, Ron gasped, but then smirked.

“You could make it worth my while, though,” Blaise taunted, pushing his body hard against Ron’s. Draco rolled his eyes again. “Want to? You’re pretty little lips look like they know how to suck a cock.”

Ass.

Predictably, Ron blushed, his cheeks matching the handprint on his throat. Draco began to feel possessive, and was about to intervene when Ron said shortly,

“Ask Draco.”

“Ah,” Blaise said, “Touche. I can respect the loyalty.” He put his face closer to Ron, inches away from his lips. “But I know you’ve imagined it, haven’t you? Both of us shagging you at the same time?” He dropped Ron’s arms and grabbed his chin, then looked over at Draco. “I know Draco has. Personally,” his thumb ran across Ron’s bottom lip, “I want your mouth.”

“Blaise,” Draco snapped, “Stop it.”

“Oh, come on,” Blaise replied, “We’ve always shared our toys.”

“I don’t,” Ron said, sliding away from his grip with a good natured shake of his head. Blaise was always teasing him.

“Well, aren’t you a good boy?” Blaise chuckled.

Ron simply smiled at both of them and left the locker room. Draco walked over to Blaise and shoved his arm.

“You’re such a git,” he said with a huff.

Blaise shrugged, and angled his body toward Draco, grabbing his hands. “I’m just horny,” he murmured, and Draco’s stomach did a somersault, he was still a guy after all, “Can’t we just have a quick go?”

“Blaise…” Draco sighed, hating to admit he had even considered it, “I can’t.”

“What? You’re not in a relationship,” Blaise replied, his fingers going to Draco’s waistband, “Just let me suck your cock. That’ll do it for me.”

“For fucks sake,” Draco muttered, “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I already came twice.”

“You know I could make you cum again,” Blaise whispered, pushing him back against the wall, “Come on. Do you really think Ron would care even if he did find out?”

No, because he’s perfect.

“Maybe,” Draco murmured, feeling the button on his pants being undone, “But…”

Then, the door opened again. Draco swore sharply when Ron entered. He froze. Blaise did not move or say anything. Then, Ron snorted, and chuckled. “Okay,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said immediately, “We were kind of just…talking.”

“Draco,” Ron replied, “It’s okay. We’re not in a relationship.” Draco didn’t like the way his heart clenched when he heard this. “It’s just…Snape was heading this way, and I was closer to the locker room.”

A fraction of a second later, Draco felt Blaise’s lips on his neck, and he inhaled sharply. “Okay,” Draco breathed, “We-we…not here…” he swallowed heavily as Blaise sucked at his skin, “Fuck.” He groaned and gently pushed his best friend back. “Not here,” he repeated, “Not right now.”

Blaise looked over at Ron, who smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. He looked back at Draco. “Fine,” he said airily, “Be like that. Maybe I’ll get too impatient and steal your plaything for the night. You know he’d love it.”

“Oh, stop it,” Ron finally said with a chuckle, “I’d never do that to Draco.” Draco’s heart surged when he heard this. “If you want me it has to be okay with him.”

“Obedient little thing, aren’t you?” Blaise remarked, raising his eyebrows.

Ron simply shrugged and looked at his watch. “I better try to get back again.” He walked over to Draco and kissed him tenderly, a tiny, sly smile on his face. “Bye,” he whispered.

“Bye,” Draco replied softly, a fluttering in his stomach. Merlin, Ron was so precious.

And so daring.

As the Gryffindor passed by Blaise, he paused. Then, to Blaise’s surprise but not so much Draco’s, Ron looped his hand around the back of his neck and pulled him forward, giving him a similar tender kiss. Blaise tried to hide the fact that his caught him off guard, but he was breathless when Ron pulled away. And before he could do anything in response, Ron slid out of the locker room with a cheeky grin.

“He got you,” Draco remarked, walking over.

“I don’t care,” Blaise replied, smiling, “I’ll fuck the brat right out of him.”

“Right,” Draco responded with a snort, “I’ve been trying to do that for weeks.”

Draco was in the middle of another round of pacing around the classroom. He hated being in detention without Ron. He had cleaned the aquariums with magic an hour ago, and now had nothing to occupy his time. He left moving them back for the very end, that way McGonagall wouldn’t suspect his use of magic.

Then, the door opened. He fully expected it to be the Gryffindor head of house, but instead, he found Ron. Draco let out a breath, his heart swelling.

“Hi,” he said, walking over, “What are you doing here?”

“Left early,” Ron replied, wrapping his arms around him, “I was close. So I wanted to say hi.” He cradled Draco’s face as he kissed him. When he pulled away he asked, “Are you upset about earlier?”

Draco rested back on the table behind him, half sitting on it, and curled his fingers over the edge of it. “No,” he said, then thought, he and Ron really didn’t lie to each other, there was no point, “Well…maybe a little. But only because I want you all to myself. I don’t want you kissing anyone else.” He smirked. “And that’s selfish,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, “I’m not selfish.”

Ron tilted his head, looking a bit confused. Then he smiled and stepped forward, putting his hands on Draco’s legs. “That’s not what I was talking about,” he said quietly.

Oh…

“What were you talking about?” Draco asked, holding his smirk. Because he knew. But he highly doubted Ron had the nerve to say it out loud.

He was right. Ron failed to hide a smile as he blushed. Draco straightened from the table, gabbed Ron’s waist, and turned them around, trading places. He pressed his lips against his Gryffindor’s, guiding him onto the table. When Ron chuckled against his mouth nervously, Draco got goosebumps. There was nothing quite like hearing Ron laugh. He was such a bundle of nerves most of the time he considered it a feat any time he could get Ron to laugh or smile. Then again, Ron always seemed happy around him now. Safe, as he had said.

They may have joked about him being delusional, but Draco couldn’t help wondering. How could Ron feel safe with him when his best friend was Harry Potter? As much as Draco despised him, he knew Potter was an exceptional wizard. Ron should be able to feel safe around him. But he didn’t. Draco was his safe space, and that was saying a lot.

“Tell me,” Draco murmured close to his ear, but his heart was racing. He knew. “What do you think I was upset about?” He moved one hand from Ron’s hip, to his lower back, brushing his fingers up and down his spine. Ron shivered, and let out another quiet, nervous chuckle. “Were you hoping I would say it for you?” Draco asked.

“Maybe,” Ron replied, his eyes glanced quickly over Draco’s shoulder to the door, making sure they were still alone.

“Hm,” Draco replied, and kissed him on the forehead, “Did you think I was upset…because you said we weren’t in a relationship?” Ron’s gaze fell, and he shrugged. Draco smiled and stroked his cheek with his thumb. “Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know,” Ron replied, “Maybe.”

Though Draco had considered it in passing, he hadn’t given it too much thought. And he had to admit, it made him sad when he settled on the idea for too long. “Ron…” he said with a sigh, “You know how much I like you, but-”

“It’s okay,” Ron said quickly, shaking his head, “I get it.”

They both fell silent, but Draco did not let go of him. He was scared that if he did, Ron would leave and never come back. “I adore you,” Draco whispered after a moment, “Somehow…you just pulled me in. But…it wouldn’t be real, would it?” Ron smiled sadly at him. “I would want to parade you around everywhere, buy you things, give you flowers…I don’t want to do those things just during weekend detentions. You deserve more.”

“That’s not true at all,” Ron scoffed, “This…this is enough.” He slipped a hand into Draco’s. “You are enough. Feeling safe with you…that’s enough.”

“No,” Draco argued, kissing him firmly, “It’s not. I would give you the world, Ron Weasley.”

Ron squeezed his hand and smiled at him. “Be my world.”