Rewarding Confessions
Blaise resisted the urge to snap his fingers by his ear, confident enough in the ringing silence that his hearing was intact.
Hermione waved her arm, sending Ron and Ernie to the floor with twin thuds. As someone who'd been the victim of the body bind curse, Blaise thought breathing afterward was the least of their worries.
"Now," said Hermione, eyes glinting. "Two things will happen. Number one, you will apologize and shake hands. Two, you will find a more respectable use for your time tonight. Should you find your way back here, you won't like your other choice-- I assure you." Hermione's eyes narrowed, flicking between them.
Macmillan, now being helped to his feet by some of his friends, grumbled as he wiped blood from his lip. Blaise took pleasure in the guilty look he threw towards Hermione. Ron had dusted himself off far quicker, scrambling to his feet so fast it was like he'd never been on the ground.
When neither moved beyond that, Hermione made an indignant noise, taking both men by the elbows to march out of the Great Hall. It was almost comical how easily the two followed. You could take the Prefect out of Hogwarts, but the commanding aura stayed forever."Shake," she said lowly, glaring at the two. Reluctantly, Ron extended his hand. Macmillan put up his hands. "I know when I'm beaten, I promise." He turned on his heel, stalking down the hall. Blaise thought that was doubtful, doing his best to tamp the schoolboy's urge to throw a hex against Macmillan's back.
"That was stupid," Hermione hissed as soon as Macmillian was out of earshot. "But 'mione, he--"
"I don't care! You are a Hogwarts professor. An adult! You cannot be getting into childish--" She put up a hand as Ron attempted to defend himself again. "-childish spats giving far too much weight to schoolyard taunts. I understand your foolish need to be the knight in shining armor-- Merlin knows you did enough of that first year-- but if we are to believe everything leaving Parkinson's mouth, that won't be necessary." Blaise cleared his throat. Ron's eyes were wide, reminding Blaise of-- what did the Muggles call it-- a deer in headlights. Hermione glanced over her shoulder, unsurprised. Amused, maybe, which Blaise would take over furious, given the display five minutes earlier."As much as I'm enjoying this verbal beat down, Miss Granger, might I step in? There are some matters I'd like to discuss with the knight."
"Of course," Hermione nodded, adjusting the collar of her dress shirt. "Regardless of the outcome, the Great Hall has had enough spectacle for one night." She turned with a curt nod, throwing a warning glance at Ron. Blaise waited until she cracked the double doors before he called, "Do give Pansy my best!" The heavy door whooshed shut on Hermione's squeak. Blaise turned back to Ron, lacing their fingers together.
"So," he said, glancing up at Ron through his eyelashes.
"So," Ron parroted.
"Let's talk, shall we?"
Ron looked down at their joined hands, then back to Blaise. "Er, yeah?"
Red crept up his neck, creating blotchy patterns on his skin that no random ink pot spill could duplicate. In tonight's pattern, a row of three freckles lined the edge of Blaise's favorite spot, right below Ron's chin."See, I've put some of it together," Blaise murmured, running his fingertips along Ron's neck. "Some wanker decides a bit of tongue-lashing will fix the past, so he chooses the easy target." He stopped to push Ron's chin so the redhead would look at him. Tilting his head, he continued. "The low-life Dark Lord fanatic that thought he knew everything at fourteen. A Slytherin. Someone checking all the boxes, hm?" Blaise gently ran his thumb along Ron's jawline. Blaise stepped closer, so close that he could see the sparks in Ron's eyes. And it's all easy picking-- because everyone thinks they're untouchable when drunk. But then, someone worth much more than a lowly Death Eater challenges the lot-- sticks up for the underdog, as it were. Weathering the blow," Blaise crooned, lips curling into a smile.
"Tell me," he murmured. "am I meant to be your damsel in distress, Sir Weasley?"
"We--ell," Ron stretched out his words. "I-- see-- you--" Scratch the blushing-- the man in front of him, speechless, was a far better sight than Blaise could have hoped for. Brushing a finger across Ron's bottom lip, Blaise tugged Ron to his chest, curling the other hand into the hair at the base of Ron's neck."I think," He paused, searching. He leaned in just enough to bump their noses together. "That such a thing deserves something of a reward, hm?"
Ron's blush deepened. He stepped back reluctantly, clutching Blaise's sleeves so he had no choice but to follow. "You can't just say--" Ron grumbled, burying his face in his hands. "Everything you do is so, so--"
"What?"
Ron swore under his breath. In a flurry of movement, he took Blaise's face in his hands, kissing him roughly. Everything around him buzzed with hot and cold waves, leaving Blaise with a floating feeling. Blaise shivered as Ron pushed him to the wall. He tried to put his arms around Ron's neck, only for the other man to pin one to the wall with a hand. Blaise dropped his other hand as Ron's free hand snuck under his robes and down.
Ron pushed in closer, moving Blaise's hips flush with his, sending stars across his vision as Ron's hand moved lower. A part of Blaise's brain reminded him they were still very much in public, leaving Blaise to try his best to muffle the moans with each stroke of rough fingers. Ron found his rhythm quickly, which Blaise matched eagerly.
Another tremor of pleasure rocked through Blaise, Ron's reddened face and electric blue eyes sending more heat pooling to Blaise's abdomen. Ron tugged at Blaise's earlobe. Then, Blaise knew it was over, all the pressure, heat, and friction building up until finally, finally, he erupted. Ron left his hand forgotten on Blaise's cock as he followed him over the edge, just long enough for Blaise to feel the sting of overstimulation.
"That," Ron said when he finally came up for air. Blaise huffed a laugh (that sounded more like a whine, but he was still too proud to admit it), gripping the smooth wooden wall. Ron wiped his spunk-covered hand inside Blaise's pants as Blaise returned to himself.
Okay, maybe Ron Weasley would truly kill him."It's not often a man makes me speechless, you know," Blaise's head fell back against the cool wood. He tugged Ron's head to his shoulder to pet his ridiculously long hair. "Especially when he was supposed to be the one getting a reward. Really, you Gryffindor's are quite...unpredictable."
Ron let out a laugh of his own. "Didn't try hard enough, you're still talking. Keep doing...that."
"The night is still young, Weasley. Perhaps we continue in your dorm? I doubt the portraits would want more of a show than what we've just given"
"Oh...oh!" Ron grabbed his hand, and they retreated, laughing to each other, to the residential side of the castle.