Bloom

Be my world.

“That’s not fair,” Draco breathed, “How can I say no when you say something like that?”

“You can’t,” Ron replied, tightening his grip on Draco’s hand, “So…say yes.”

“Ron…” Draco was struggling. He so badly wanted to say yes. He wanted to say screw the world, screw his parents, screw the war…and be with Ron Weasley. Possessively parade him around the school, getting off on the shock factor alone. “Look…how about…we finish these detentions. Six more, right? And…if at the end of them we still feel this way, we still want to be together…then yes. Let’s be together. We find a way to make it work.”

“So…” Ron said slowly, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him forward, their waists touching, “I can’t…” he pushed a gentle kiss on Draco’s lips, “Tell you what I want to tell you?” He kissed his jaw, and Draco let out a slow exhale.

“What do you want to tell me?” he murmured, though the jumpy little feeling in his stomach told him he knew what it was. Three words he had never heard from anyone aside from his mother and Blaise. Sometimes the words burbled in his own throat, threatening to pop out, during moments between him and Ron, but he couldn’t say them. He couldn’t say it first. He couldn’t be vulnerable like that.

“I’m not allowed to say,” Ron whispered close to his ear, before kissing a sensitive spot just below it.

“No?” Draco replied, running a hand up and down the Gryffindor’s spine again, and smiling when he shivered. “Okay. Then I won’t say it either.”

“Fine,” Ron taunted airily. When Draco dipped his head to kiss his neck he chuckled. “Well…” he let out an irritated huff, and Draco looked at him. “What if one of us says it before the six detentions are up?”

“What do you mean?” Draco asked, resisting the urge to rip Ron’s shirt open.

“What if…” Ron replied, “One of us says it before the six detentions are up? Not…not like in a planned way but like…what if it just slips out?” He blushed a very pretty pink.

Draco considered this, resting his forehead against Ron’s. He could have said it right then and there. Ron was everything he could ever want in a person. It was people like Ron who were the reason why Draco never tied his sexuality down. It never made sense. If he loved someone, if they checked every little box of what Draco wanted in a person what did it matter what was in their pants? Or whether or not they could reproduce, which was what his father would take issue with.

Ron had said something similar but had admitted he’d never been attracted to any female, that he preferred male attention, male dominance.

“Okay,” Draco whispered with a chuckle, “Okay. If one of us caves and says it, then…yes. Yeah.”

“We do like our games,” Ron said, looking giddy, “Now…how much time do we have left?”

Draco looked at the clock behind Ron on the wall. “Twenty minutes,” he replied daringly, “What can I do to you in twenty minutes?”

Later that night when Draco returned to his dorm, he had barely laid down in his bed before Blaise crawled in with him, closing the curtains behind him. With a sly smile he straddled Draco’s waist and looked down at him.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked but couldn’t contain a smirk. After seeing Blaise and Ron going at each other, even after his quick shag with Ron before McGonagall had shown up, he was still flustered. Before Draco had left detention he had asked Ron if there was a clause in their game that left room for Blaise.

“Getting comfortable,” Blaise replied, rocking his hips teasingly.

“Do better,” Draco retorted, raising an eyebrow.

Ron had said yes.

“Oh,” Blaise chuckled, “Alright then.” He instantly tore off his black t-shirt, and then bent down, pressing his lips against Draco’s mouth with a pleased moan.

Draco gripped Blaise’s hips tightly, forcibly rocking them until he was doing it on his own. Blaise bit his lip gently. “Fuck,” Draco hissed, not realizing how sensitive his entire body still was.

“Obviously,” Blaise murmured, starting to breathe heavily as the friction between them started to build pressure in the bottom of his gut. His eyes fluttered closed. “I missed this.”

“Yeah?” Draco purred, beginning to sit up, “Good. Ron wants you.”

“I know,” Blaise whispered, pressing his lips against Draco’s neck now, “He was trembling just from me pinning him down. Little bit of a sub, isn’t he?” He bit Draco sharply, making him swear sharply again. “Let’s do it, then.” He smirked against Draco’s skin when he felt him get even harder.

“Fine,” Draco groaned, and grabbed Blaise by the throat, swiftly changing their positions and pinning him onto the bed by his neck, “What are you going to do, though, hm?” Draco smirked, “You going to fuck him? Or let me fuck you?” Blaise smirked back at him, lowering his hands to pull down his pants. Draco shook his head. “You’ll just do whatever I say, won’t you?” he cooed, using his free hand to lower his own pants. Blaise’s smile was wavering as lust took over, and impatience. “You’re so tough until you need me to boss you around. Then you’re just an obedient cockslut.” He leaned down close to Blaise’s face, working his hand between his legs. “Right?” He pushed a kiss against Blaise’s lips, working his fingers into a crevice he knew all too well, then released the grip on his throat right as he pushed two fingers deep inside his best friend. Blaise, in the idle of gulping in air, moaned quietly. “My good boy. My Blaise.” He thrust his fingers harder.

“Fuck,” Blaise groaned, arching his back, “Draco…” he trembled as Draco continued to work his fingers in and out while smirking at him. He knew how easily Blaise could cum without his cock being touched at all.

“What?” he asked innocently, waiting for the telltale whimpers of Blaise about to orgasm, but his best friend kept his mouth clamped shut, squirming underneath him. “Oh you’re going to try and hold off?” Draco chuckled, and shifted his weight so he could thrust even harder, his fingers repeatedly hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him. “Go ahead and try. But you’ve been gagging for this, haven’t you? You’ve been begging.”

“Yes,” Blaise finally whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut. He sputtered a heavy exhale.

“Go ahead,” Draco whispered with another evil chuckle, “Cum.” The word had barely escaped his mouth before Blaise turned his head into the pillow and cried out into it. Draco quickly remove his fingers, sitting up and replacing them with his cock, instantly shoving his full length inside, giving his friend no time to recover.

“You were hungry for it, weren’t you?” Draco teased, he placed a hand at the top of Blaise’s throat, resting his thumb on his chin and forcing him to face forward, groaning his approval when his best friends gorgeous hazel eyes bore into his, glazed over with pleasure. “Fuck,” Draco hissed, already feeling pressure rising below, “You’re so gorgeous.” And he was. Blaise was easily one of the best-looking wizards at Hogwarts. One of the most sought after. Almost as much as Draco, and slightly more than Ron. Though Draco had to consider the fact that not a lot of people would want to go head-to-head with Potter, even though Ron did not want him.

Blaise did not respond, breathing too heavily, and too caught up in looking at Draco, his hands clutching hard at his arms. Draco lowered down to kiss him, keeping his rhythm. Blaise’s hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, and slid up his back, his fingers digging hard into his skin. He deepened the kiss with a sense of desperation. Draco smirked against his mouth and increased his speed. When he felt Blaise’s nails piercing his skin he growled, thrusting even harder. His body threatened to release, but he wouldn’t yet.

“Are you going to cum for me again?” he murmured in Blaise’s ear and kissed him on the cheek. Blaise only dug his nails in harder, whimpering shamelessly now. “Listen to you,” Draco breathed, “I think you’re close again already.” He enjoyed the sound for a few more moments before he wasn’t sure he cold hold back anymore. “You want to cum? Hm?”

“Yeah,” Blaise whined in his ear, “Draco…please…”

“That’s right,” Draco whispered tauntingly, “Beg.”

“Please,” Blaise whimpered again, shaking.

“Good boy. Go ahead, cum for me.” He grinned through his heavy breathing when Blaise buried his face into his shoulder, clutching at him with a deadly grip, and muffled his cries. Draco let himself go, groaning loudly. They really had no need to stay noticeably quiet. Crabbe and Goyle would never have the nerve to say anything or repeat anything they heard.

“Fuck,” Blaise said with a heavy exhale seconds later, collapsing onto the pillow. “I love you.”

Draco pulled off his shirt, which was now wet and sticky with cum, and tossed it aside before he laid down next to his best friend, who turned to face away from him, so Draco could pull him close, his back against his chest. “I love you too,” he whispered in his ear. It was so easy with Blaise. The love so obvious. So necessary.

“Draco,” Blaise murmured, “Do you love Ron?”

Running his hand up and down his best friend’s arm, Draco sighed. “I’m not sure,” he admitted, “Would…would it hurt you if I did? Because he likes you, too. I think he’d rather be with both of us, than getting jealous of you. Or you getting jealous over him.”

“Okay,” Blaise replied quietly, “I think that’d be okay.”

“Good.” Draco kissed the back of his head, and then pulled him even closer. “Get some sleep,” he whispered. Then, with a smug smile, he kissed Blaise on the shoulder. “Mine.”

His best friend chuckled and made a pleased-sounding noise. “Of course.”

The following day, Draco had to admit he was impressed with Ron’s capability to not give him covert, shy smiles in the halls. However, when their double Potions class came around, Draco could not help making a remark comparing the Muggle-born Granger’s hair to the petrified hedgehog on one of Professor Slughorn’s shelves.

Potter’s eyes had narrowed, and he had opened his mouth to speak, but then paused, a look of confusion in his eyes. He looked at Ron, who hadn’t moved or spoken at all, and simply continued jotting down notes from the board. The Muggle-born even looked confused. Draco smirked, knowing Ron had finally decided to take his advice, and test out not speaking up for them.

“Just leave her alone,” Potter hissed in a whisper, glaring at Draco.

“I was simply stating a fact, Potter,” Draco replied with an airy laugh, “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Even your little pet there knows when to keep his mouth shut.” He really couldn’t help it. Especially when he saw Ron smirk briefly at the table, before quickly losing it.

“He’s not my pet,” Potter snapped rigidly.

Draco tilted his head slowly, a smug expression on his face. “I know,” he said sweetly. As he knew it would, Potter looked completely thrown off. Next to Draco, Blaise was snickering.

After class, Draco and Blaise left first, leaning against the wall across the door, purely to watch Ron walk out. He chanced an amused smile at them on his way out. However, as he and Potter rounded the corner, Draco noticed the Golden Boy place his hand directly, and firmly, on Ron’s lower back. Draco instantly went rigid, clenching his jaw tightly. Blaise displayed his disagreement of this as well.

“Think they’re hooking up again?” Blaise asked, tense.

“No,” Draco replied quickly, “No. Of course not.” He crossed his arms. “I think Potter might be feeling a bit possessive. Maybe he’s not getting what he needs from the other Weasley.”

Blaise snorted. “You think?”

“Well,” Draco said with an angry sigh, “That better be the only reason.”

They continued on with their day, noticeably ignoring Ron’s looks, knowing it was driving him crazy. By the end of the day, they both knew Ron would be waiting for them, desperate to make sure Draco wasn’t actually mad. So when dinner was over, they slowly made their way to the grounds, and straight to the locker room.

“There you are.”

Ron popped up from the bench, a smile on his face. Draco and Blaise exchanged a look, and Blaise smirked at him. Draco closed the gap between him and his Gryffindor and grabbed him by his maroon tie.

“And what the hell do you want?” Draco growled, watching as Ron’s face fell. “Letting your lover grope you right in front of me?”

He watched the wheels in Ron’s head turn before he smirked. “Well,” he said cheekily, “If you could keep me satisfied I wouldn’t have to, would I?”

“Ohh,” Blaise remarked from next to Draco, “Snarky.”

Ron chuckle, and the sound of it seemed to make them all lose their cover. Draco smiled and pulled Ron into him. “I’m joking,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around his playmate, “We have practice tonight.”

“I know,” Ron replied, hugging him back, “I just wanted to see you.” He pulled away and smiled at him, a blush creeping into his cheeks.

“What?” Draco asked innocently, kissing him gently, “Something you want to say?” He kissed him on the forehead.

“No,” Ron whispered, “What about you?”

Draco smirked and shook his head. He kissed Ron on the forehead again, lingering for a moment with his eyes closed, then sighed as he pulled away, caressing the side of his face. “You better go, love,” he murmured.

Ron nodded and stepped back. Then hesitated, looking at both him and Blaise. “Are you really upset with me?”

“No,” Draco said, taking his hand, “I’m not upset.”

“We were joking,” Blaise added, “Although…” he trailed off ominously, “I might get upset if you don’t kiss me again.”

“Why don’t you kiss me?” Ron replied without hesitation, then clamped his mouth shut, as if rethinking his statement.

But Blaise looked amused, and stepped between Draco and the Gryffindor, grabbing him by the hips and yanking him into a forceful kiss. Draco could hear Ron chuckling against Blaise’s force, sounding giddy. When Blaise released him, Ron was blushing a deep magenta.

“Okay,” Blaise said, taking a deep breath, “You should go, baby.”

“I-” Ron started to say, then looked caught off guard, and smiled bashfully.

“Oh,” Draco commented, looking at Blaise, “I think he liked that.”

“I know he did,” Blaise responded, grabbing Ron again and pulling him back, running a hand through his soft, red hair, “Sweet thing.”

“What can I say,” Ron said with a sigh, looking fully enamored with Blaise, the same way he looked at Draco, “You two bring it out in me.”

Suddenly, Draco’s watch chimed seven times. They all paused, and Ron’s face went sad. Blaise quickly kissed him on the forehead, and Draco stepped forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Afterward, Ron pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Draco chided quietly, “You have to go, love.”

Ron nodded, and started to step away, but paused by the door. “Draco?” he said quietly, with his hand on the handle.

Heart surging, Draco turned around. “Yeah, love?” He watched Ron bite his lip, and look anxious for a moment, and genuinely believed he was about to cave. He was about to say it.

“Um…” Ron stammered. Then, adorably, he smiled and shook his head. “Nothing,” he whispered, then began pushing the door open, “I won’t, um…I won’t be in classes tomorrow. Or…or in the castle…for a couple days. I’ll be back on Friday. Friday night.”

“What?” Draco blurted, “Where are you going?”

“I can’t tell you,” Ron said softly, “But…I’ll be back Friday. Okay?”

“Okay,” Draco replied, his heart now clenching uncomfortably, “Well…I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Okay.” Ron smiled at him, and then finally left, the door clunking shut behind him.

Draco should have said more.