Bloom

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yes, no one will see you. And if they do, you’re with us, no one is going to say anything to you, or anyone else.”

Ron, who was leaning against a wall in the potion’s classroom still in some pain even after another day in the hospital wing, sighed somewhat shakily, and nodded. “Okay, let’s go, it hurts to stand for too long.” He swallowed, indeed looking a bit clammy.

Draco, inwardly smirking, looked over at Blaise, who, as Draco predicted, looked concerned. Ron, being the cunning little loveable shit he was, had taken Draco’s statement to heart, that Blaise wanted to take care of him. Now, when he had a complaint -a valid complaint- he did not try to hide it. Clearly he wanted a dynamic with Blaise, just like he had one with Draco. And now, while Ron worked out his Daddy Issues with Draco, he worked out his Mommy Issues with his other favorite Slytherin.

They left the potions room and went further down the hallway. Blaise removed his Slytherin cloak and gave it to Ron, who tucked the hood up over his head, and allowed himself to be guided inside. It was the middle of the day, and everyone was at the Great Hall for lunch, so the common room was empty aside from a few younger year Slytherin girls, who blushed when they saw Draco and Blaise crossing the room, then quickly began whispering behind their hands.

When they entered the dorm, Blaise guided Ron to his bed, and he laid down, looking very pale and shaky, clearly still in quite a bit of pain. Blaise sat on his bed, and Draco sat on the other side. As all Slytherin’s had queen-sized beds as opposed to twin-sized like every other house, the three of them could fit comfortably, aside from having to be close together, but that was not an issue.

“Here, love,” Blaise murmured, untucking another stolen bottle of the pain potion from his pocket, and handing it to Ron, who immediately shook his head.

“No,” he said with a groan, “That stuff makes me too hot.”

“Take it,” Draco said firmly, “It’s better than being in pain.” He only had to narrow his eyes slightly before Ron sat up and drank the liquid, eyeing him wearily.

“Ass,” he said afterwards, laying back down, closing his eyes.

“Oh, so you’ll listen to him but not me?” Blaise asked with a sniff, “Okay.” He turned his head, looking arrogant.

Opening his eyes, Ron looked torn, unsure what to say. Then, he bit his lip. “I listen to both of you,” he answered, “But…Draco’s just…more of a…” he cocked his head, “Disciplinarian.”

Smirking, Draco reached out and brushed the backs of his fingers along Ron’s cheek (which had grown hot). “Yes,” he drawled with a pleased sigh, “Just call me Daddy.”

He had completely meant it as a joke, but the second the words had come out of his mouth, both Blaise and Ron had fixated on him with widened eyes. They exchanged a glance with each other, then seemed to snap out of it, Ron blushing and Blaise clearing his throat.

“Really?” Draco had to ask with a chuckle, “That did it for you?” He looked from Ron, to Blaise.

“No,” Ron replied rather quickly, causing Draco to turn his head again, “No...it…I…” he stammered, trying to find words, but the more he stammered, the deeper his blush grew. However, it also could have been from the rise in his body temperature due to the potion.

“It’s okay,” Draco said in a deep voice, shifting both his legs onto the bed and leaning down to kiss Ron, “Blaise calls me Daddy.” He deepened the kiss and savored in the whimpers Ron made against his lips. “You kinky little git.” He smirked as he then moved to Ron’s neck. “Does that get you going?” He bit him gently.

“I have only done that once,” Blaise interrupted, holding up one finger, “And I was drunk.”  

“Once is still once,” Draco replied, leaning back up as he smiled at a very flustered looking Gryffindor, “And it is permanently etched into my mind.”

“You’re such a narcissistic prick,” Blaise said with a roll of his eyes, but they all noted the good-naturedness in his tone, and the light smile on his lips.  

Draco grinned at him, and then looked back down at Ron, who now looked uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and rested his arm across his face with a deep breath. Blaise reached over and moved his arm, then felt Ron’s forehead.

“You are burning up,” he remarked, and instantly stood from the bed and walked over to the wash basin, running a cloth under cool water, and walking back. Ron’s eyes remained closed as Blaise placed it across his forehead. “Is it helping the pain at least?” His eyes settled on Ron’s neck, where the deep cut had started to heal. It was still red, as were several of the cuts on his chest, but Madame Pomfrey had assured him they would all start healing and closing up over the next few days.

“Yeah,” Ron whispered with a deep breath, “Just…hot.”

Blaise pulled the sleeves of his robe off Ron’s arms, and then began to unbutton his shirt. As he did, the sight of the cuts on his chest made Draco’s skin prickle in anger. When Ron opened his eyes, he caught Draco’s glare.

“You’re still mad at me?” he whispered anxiously.

“I’m not mad at you,” Draco replied with a sigh, “I just hate seeing you hurt. It’s hard for me because there’s nothing I can do about it.” He glanced at his watch, then reached for the curtains and pulled them shut. “Where do your friends think you are?”

“Dunno,” Ron replied, looking disinterested, “I don’t really care. I don’t need to tell them everything.” He then smiled. “They’re not you.”

Draco chuckled, pleased, and then laid down on his side next to him. Blaise did the same on his other side, and placed his arm over Ron’s waist, and kissed him on the cheek. Ron turned to face him, catching his lips at the last second. For a passing second, Blaise seemed to second guess himself, then went ahead and kissed him back. Draco propped up onto one elbow and watched them, a fluttering in his stomach that was threatening to go lower. It was such a sweet yet erotic thing to see both of his lovers kissing each other, with a tentative sort of passion. He had a feeling both of them were thinking about him, and wondering whether or not they should have started with him first.

Draco leaned down, and kissed Ron on the top of the head, then moved down to his ear.

“That’s a good boy,” he murmured, running his free hand up and down Ron’s bare stomach and chest, careful to avoid his injuries. Ron’s response was instantaneous; he shivered in delight at the praise, and pushed harder into the kiss, which, in turn, spurred Blaise to do the same.

Blaise turned more toward Ron, pushing himself up to place more of his body over Ron’s torso. He grabbed Ron’s chin gently and pulled away to take a breath. When he did, they heard the door to the dorm open and close. Blaise hesitated, causing Ron to express his disapproval with a quiet whining noise. Blaise looked at him with a smirk.

“You are too precious,” he murmured. But instead of going back to Ron’s mouth, he turned his head to Draco and kissed him instead. Then he went back to Ron. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered softly, seeming incredibly disconcerted by this.

“I’m already hurt,” Ron whispered back, biting his lip, “I’ve been waiting.” He looked Blaise up and down. Draco grinned at his impatience.

“I know,” Blaise replied, “But you still need to heal.” He groaned. “Unfortunately.”

The door opened and shut again. Blaise smiled sadly. “Tomorrow,” he said with a sigh, and looked at Draco, who nodded his agreement. “Tomorrow we’ll give you everything you want.”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said with a sniff, “I guess that’s okay.”

“Excuse me?” Draco couldn’t help remarking, the attitude from Ron making his jaw clench instinctively. Of course he would always adore Ron, but when it came to their game, the attitude was still against the rules, and he had to be punished for it, lightly or otherwise.

Blaise sat up with a smirk and danced his fingers along Ron’s waistband tauntingly. “Watch that attitude, love,” he said with a chuckle, sliding a finger underneath it.

“Why?” Ron replied, his eyes wide with inflated innocence.

Tease.

“Don’t try to play me,” Draco growled lightly, but still leaned over to kiss Ron firmly, “You do need to heal. If you hadn’t tried to sacrifice yourself you’d be getting what you want now. Think about that next time.”

“Draco…” Ron said shortly, “Stop. I get it, okay?”

And though he spoke with abrasiveness, it wasn’t in a way that was teasing. He sounded fairly serious. The next thing Draco knew, Ron was sitting up, and buttoning up his shirt. The screws in Draco’s mind began turning. He knew he’d upset Ron, but he also was still on a mission to remind Ron that his life was important. Ron couldn’t just risk his life to save someone who didn’t even respect him.

“I’m sorry,” Draco replied, reaching out to touch his shoulder, “It just came out.”

“You don’t have to leave,” Blaise added quickly, looking from Draco to Ron, then back.

“Um,” Ron said quietly, finishing the last button with quivering hands, “No…I…I should go. My friends don’t know where I am and…classes…um, I-”

“Ron,” Draco interrupted, inside he was screaming at Ron to not hate him for what he’d said, but he tried to remain calm on the outside, “Stay. I was an ass, I’m sorry.” He went to grab his hand, but Ron was already opening the curtains and moving past him to climb out of bed, wincing.

“It’s fine,” he said with a sigh, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Detention, you know.” Each word grew quieter and quieter.

“Ron-” Blaise started, reaching for him.

“It’s fine,” Ron repeated firmly, gliding past Blaise’s hand, and made his way through the dorm and out the door, pulling the hood of Blaise’s robe over his head.

Blaise immediately stood to follow him, but Draco quickly jumped up and grabbed him. “Let him go,” he said, no matter how badly he wanted to follow him himself, “He needs to think.”

“About what?” Blaise asked, wrinkling his brow.

“About Potter,” Draco answered, “Ron needs to realize his life is important, too. So let him go. I know he’s upset, but at least he’s going to be thinking about what I said, and he needs to.”

“What if he decides he’s done with us?” Blaise exclaimed, “Draco-”

“He’s not,” Draco interjected, and grabbed Blaise’s shoulders, facing him, “He’ll come back.” But the back of Draco’s neck was sweating, and his heart was pounding heavily. “He know we are the ones who care about him.” He pulled Blaise into him. “Do you want him to jump in front of a hex like that again?”

“No,” Blaise answered softly.

“Then…let him be a little mad, okay? No relationship is perfect, we’re all going to have some ups and downs and-”

He clamped his mouth shut. Blaise’s eyes widened. Draco fumbled, trying to figure out how to backtrack. How to take away what he’d said.

But it was too late.