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Title: Je Parle Français
Author: Mack
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,533
Warnings: smut, fluff
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: 'Ron has a problem with Draco. '
Concrit?: yes please
Je Parle Français
by; Mack
Ron glance over the table and scowled. He felt someone place a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see Hermione sitting there a placating smile on her face.
“Ignore him,” she mouthed and Ron scowled sliding down into his seat a little.
He felt the hand squeeze and drop back down at he looked up at the platform. They were at the last Ministry function of the week. The previous Saturday had been the five year war memorial and the week after and before had been filled with memorial services and parties; thankfully this was the last one to honor the heroes of the war.
He didn’t know why they continued to dredge these people up again and again; personally he thought that these people deserved to be laid down in rest and for the country to move on. It was time to let these people rest.
Eventually the Minster sat down and he gave a sigh of relief as he turned to stare at the table before him.
“That was a brilliant speech,” Hermione gushed next to him.
Ron snorted and turned to look at Harry who had a glassy look in his eyes and was shifting slightly with odd breathing. Leaning forward a little he saw Harry’s husband only had one hand under the table and he grinned.
“Severus, what happened to your other hand?” he asked innocently.
Harry blushed as their former potions teacher scowled. “I lost it today in a potions accident, its growing back.”
Ron chuckled. “Lair, I know exactly where it is, and I’ll tell Hermione.”
Harry glared at Ron before reaching down and dragging the offending hand up to entwine with his over the table. “You’re a royal prick.”
“Better than having a hard one for the rest of the night,” Ron said in a whisper so only the couple next to him could hear it.
Harry punched him on the shoulder and he grinned. “You’ve got a limp wrist all right, guess you chose the right sexuality,” he teased.
“I hate you,” Harry muttered crossing his arms over his chest and sliding down.
“No you don’t, you love me,” Ron shot back smiling.
“Fucking fairy,” Harry said with scowl, but his eyes danced at the banter.
“Harry, love, when gay men pass you in the street, they yell fag,” Ron said.
Harry took one look at him before breaking in laughter collapsing against Severus whose lips were turned up at the side. Ron turned back to look at the table before he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to look at Hermione who was looking at him quizzically.
“What’d you say this time?” she asked.
“Nothing ‘Mione,” Ron replied with a grin.
“Bonjour Ronald. Tu es très beau ce soir. C'était drôle,” a drawling voice sounded and Ron turned to look at the blonde across the table and scowled at him.
“English Malfoy, English please,” he said feeling his good mood plummeting.
Draco just smirked and Ron looked down at the table and at his plate.
“Je t'aime depuis la sixième année. Pourquoi penses-tu que j'ai changé de camp?” Draco continued on and Ron looked up watching as Draco spoke his lips moving and his tongue flickering out at certain words.
“English,” Ron said with a sigh rubbing at his eyes.
“Fais attention à moi, je t'en prie, J'aimerais que tu puisses comprendre ce que je dis,” Draco said.
Ron sighed once more and stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he said softly before standing and moving away from the table.
He moved quickly, dodging the people who were milling around them, pretending he didn’t hear people calling out his name to talk to him about something. He didn’t need to actually go to the bathroom, but Malfoy always got on his last nerves and he needed to wash his face to keep himself calm.
Pushing the door open to the overly lavish bathroom he sighed in relief when he noticed no one was in there. Moving to the sink he turned the faucet on and leant down splashing water onto his face. Looking up in the mirror he caught sight of a twenty five year old male with too many freckles and too much red hair. Turning his head to the side he grimaced at the scars that ran from his cheek and down his neck and under his shirt.
“Fucking Greyback,” he muttered to himself running fingers over them before leaning down and splashing his face again. Cupping his hand under the water he brought mouthful of it and washed his mouth out ignoring the little bottle of mouthwash in front of his eyes.
Spitting the water out, he turned the faucet off and grabbed the hand towel dabbing his face off and leaning in closer looking at the pink ragged scars on his face once more. Running fingers over the mirror he heard the door open and he snatched his hand back and stood up straight. He glanced in the mirror and he saw Malfoy walk in the perpetual smirk on his face. Groaning he put the towel back on its rack and he nodded at Malfoy in a cordial hello.
Malfoy nodded back. “Tu es le sexe personnifié. Je veux t'emmener chez moi,” Draco purred with a grin at Ron.
“English,” he chided once more half heartedly.
Malfoy just smiled at him. Ron wondered briefly why Malfoy had to be so damn hot while speaking French, but an asshole when he was speaking English. Ron turned about to go and leave before he did something he would regret.
“Je voudrais que tu m'embrasses,” Malfoy said just as he was about to push open the door and Ron broke.
Striding back quickly Ron grabbed Malfoy’s shoulder and turned him around roughly. He caught the look of fear in Malfoy’s eyes and he smirked at the blonde before leaning in and kissing him softly, just a bare brush of lips against the blondes.
He pulled back with a grin moving so he was pressed against Malfoy, one of his hands bracing himself on the sink bench and the other coming up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Malfoy’s ear before leaning down and kissing him again, this time more forcefully, waiting until the blonde responded to the kiss for a moment before breaking apart and leaning in close to Malfoy’s ear.
“Je parle français, imbécile,” he said before pulling back a half smirk twisting his lips.
Ron watched as Malfoy’s gaze went from confused, to shocked, to embarrassed all in a matter of moments. “How?”
“Oh, you thought that just because my family is poor and has a lot of kids we didn’t follow the requisite traditions? Wrong. Remember my mother was a Prewett, and they are French, so it is her natural language, so we all speak it, as tradition dictates, just like I know you speak English from your mother, and French from your father,” Ron said smiling. “Do you remember who my eldest brother is marrying?”
Malfoy blinked for a moment confused. “Fleur?” he asked uncertainly.
“Correct, and she speaks French, so it’s nice for her to be able to speak to us in her natural language, so we get a lot of practice,” Ron finished smiling.
Malfoy blinked once at him before he wrapped an arm around Ron’s neck and began to kiss him with an urgency and passion that left Ron shocked for a moment before his hand was sliding, fingers moving into the blonde hair and holding Malfoy steady as he pressed back against the blonde urgently.
Ron leaned in closer his mouth moving urgently as he pressed Malfoy against the counter leaning in feeling the blonde begin to grind against his hip. He pulled back with a gasp before he began to attack the long blonde neck, feeling the muscles move as Malfoy’s head threw back with a gasp giving him access.
“Home, take me home,” he heard Malfoy gasp and he growled nipping at Malfoy’s neck none too gently.
“Here, take you here,” he growled moving an arm around Malfoy’s waist and lifting him up so he was sitting on the granite countertop.
He felt legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck and the body he was pressed against begin to move wantonly and as he was beginning to black out with desire he had one last coherent thought and he grabbed his wand and threw a few simple charms at the door ensuring their privacy before he was gone.
He heard Malfoy whisper something and then their shirts were gone leaving them pressed against each other chest to chest and he felt something cold press against him and he pulled back to see silver glinting in the light. With a feral smirk he reached a hand down and flicked one of the rings watching as Draco arched up with a cry whimpering. He pinched the nipple gently and he felt Draco begin to tremble. He twisted the ring harshly and Draco arched up with a cry, his breath coming in heaving pants, almost sobbing whisper over and over again.
“Please, please fuck me, please, please fuck me,” he heard Draco whimper.
Ron grinned and dropped a hand to undo the buttons but he heard Draco whisper something and they were naked, pressed against each other without a second thought. Ron let out a low groan as he felt the long legs tighten around his waist and the pale body begin to writhe in pleasure.
“Have a spell for lube?” He asked with a grin knowing the answer and beginning to look around for something he could use instead.
“No, there isn’t. Do you know what you’re doing?” Draco asked sounding slightly nervous.
“Yes, don’t worry,” he said spying the bottle of lotion next to the mouthwash.
Grinning he grabbed it and put some in his hand. Leaning in to kiss Draco he trailed a finger between them feeling the blonde’s hips tilt up in anticipation as he trailed a finger in between Draco’s legs and found the pucker there. Circling it for a moment he began to press in and felt it slip in with ease.
He began to move the finger in and out with ease and added another finger, feeling the muscles give way beneath his probing. He added a third feeling the muscles clench and he shivered in anticipation.
Draco broke the kiss with a gasp throwing his head back eyes wide as he rested against the mirror behind them. “More,” he breathed out.
Ron smiled and added a fourth finger and Draco bucked taking them in with a gasp hands moving to grab a hold of the faucets as he arched up taking them deeper and deeper.
“Fuck me already,” Draco growled and Ron did that taking his fingers out and replacing it with his cock moving in with one smooth thrust. He felt his hips hit the blondes arse and without a second thought he pulled back out and slammed back in.
He winced when he saw Draco’s head hit the mirror with a thud and he was about to stop but then Draco slid down the mirror a little opening himself up more to him and he began to slam in and his hands moving to get a hold of the blondes hips, using them for an anchor dragging the blonde back to meet him as he slammed forward.
“More, harder, faster,” the blonde gasped out and Ron tired to, but he couldn’t get any deeper, couldn’t go any faster, couldn’t slam any harder.
All he could do was drag the blonde out until his arse was hanging of the edge of the sink and fuck him as hard as he could aiming over and over at the blondes prostrate and hitting it from the breathy moans Draco was expelling with each thrust.
He felt the thighs around his waist tighten and Draco’s hips arch up, coming off the sink for a moment as the blonde began to come with a scream of completion and Ron slammed in feeling the muscles clench around him and he held still gasping as he rode out the sensations.
He felt them subside and Draco collapsed boneless and panting and he began to move again, slamming again the blonde not aiming for anything but to get into the warm and tight heat. He heard Draco’s breath hitch as he hit the prostate now and then.
And then he was coming, collapsing, slamming into the blonde with a groan as he came, panting, deep inside the blonde.
They lay gasping for a moment before Ron managed to get an arm on the sink and push himself up and off the blonde and grinned down at the flushed and sated smile on Draco’s face.
“Happy?” he asked running a finger over Draco’s swollen bottom lips.
Draco grinned. “Not quite, I think you need to take me home and make me happier,” he said lowering his lashes and looking up at Ron through him.
Ron smiled and grabbed his wand, and a few flicks later, they were cleaned and dressed, all evident of what had happened gone from the room, and the only evidence left on the two of them were swollen lips and mussed up hair.
Ron grinned and ran his fingers through Draco’s hair trying to get it to settle down a little more. Draco swatted his hands away with a grin and ran his fingers through his own hair. Ron watched amused as it settled down instantly, before the same fingers ran through his hair and a quick look in the mirror told him his hair looked fine.
“How’d you do that?” he asked.
“Wandless and silent charm I used, adds to the air of mystery of my magic fingers, and brilliant hair,” Draco said waggling his fingers.
“Show Harry it, he needs it,” Ron said taking the blondes waggling hands and bringing them up to he could kiss them. “Do you want to leave, or say goodbye?”
Draco grinned and moved so he was pressed against Ron who wrapped an arm around the slim waist. “Let’s go, they’ll figure it out,” Draco said tilting his head to the side.
Ron grinned and leaned in to kiss the blonde as he released the charms on the door and apparated them to his place simultaneously with a crack.
Hello Ron. You look nice tonight. - Bonjour Ron. Tu es très beau ce soir.
That was funny. - C'était drôle.
I've loved you since sixth year. - Je t'aime depuis la sixième année
Why do you think i switched sides? - Pourquoi penses-tu que j'ai changé de camp?
I wish you could understand what I’m saying - J'aimerais que tu puisses comprendre ce que je dis
I want you to kiss me, please. - Je voudrais que tu m'embrasses
I want to go home with you. - Je veux t'emmener chez moi
Please notice me. - Fais attention à moi, je t'en prie
You're sex on wheels. - Tu es le sexe personnifié
I speak French you moron - Je parle français, imbécile.
Author: Mack
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,533
Warnings: smut, fluff
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: 'Ron has a problem with Draco. '
Concrit?: yes please
Je Parle Français
by; Mack
Ron glance over the table and scowled. He felt someone place a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see Hermione sitting there a placating smile on her face.
“Ignore him,” she mouthed and Ron scowled sliding down into his seat a little.
He felt the hand squeeze and drop back down at he looked up at the platform. They were at the last Ministry function of the week. The previous Saturday had been the five year war memorial and the week after and before had been filled with memorial services and parties; thankfully this was the last one to honor the heroes of the war.
He didn’t know why they continued to dredge these people up again and again; personally he thought that these people deserved to be laid down in rest and for the country to move on. It was time to let these people rest.
Eventually the Minster sat down and he gave a sigh of relief as he turned to stare at the table before him.
“That was a brilliant speech,” Hermione gushed next to him.
Ron snorted and turned to look at Harry who had a glassy look in his eyes and was shifting slightly with odd breathing. Leaning forward a little he saw Harry’s husband only had one hand under the table and he grinned.
“Severus, what happened to your other hand?” he asked innocently.
Harry blushed as their former potions teacher scowled. “I lost it today in a potions accident, its growing back.”
Ron chuckled. “Lair, I know exactly where it is, and I’ll tell Hermione.”
Harry glared at Ron before reaching down and dragging the offending hand up to entwine with his over the table. “You’re a royal prick.”
“Better than having a hard one for the rest of the night,” Ron said in a whisper so only the couple next to him could hear it.
Harry punched him on the shoulder and he grinned. “You’ve got a limp wrist all right, guess you chose the right sexuality,” he teased.
“I hate you,” Harry muttered crossing his arms over his chest and sliding down.
“No you don’t, you love me,” Ron shot back smiling.
“Fucking fairy,” Harry said with scowl, but his eyes danced at the banter.
“Harry, love, when gay men pass you in the street, they yell fag,” Ron said.
Harry took one look at him before breaking in laughter collapsing against Severus whose lips were turned up at the side. Ron turned back to look at the table before he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to look at Hermione who was looking at him quizzically.
“What’d you say this time?” she asked.
“Nothing ‘Mione,” Ron replied with a grin.
“Bonjour Ronald. Tu es très beau ce soir. C'était drôle,” a drawling voice sounded and Ron turned to look at the blonde across the table and scowled at him.
“English Malfoy, English please,” he said feeling his good mood plummeting.
Draco just smirked and Ron looked down at the table and at his plate.
“Je t'aime depuis la sixième année. Pourquoi penses-tu que j'ai changé de camp?” Draco continued on and Ron looked up watching as Draco spoke his lips moving and his tongue flickering out at certain words.
“English,” Ron said with a sigh rubbing at his eyes.
“Fais attention à moi, je t'en prie, J'aimerais que tu puisses comprendre ce que je dis,” Draco said.
Ron sighed once more and stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he said softly before standing and moving away from the table.
He moved quickly, dodging the people who were milling around them, pretending he didn’t hear people calling out his name to talk to him about something. He didn’t need to actually go to the bathroom, but Malfoy always got on his last nerves and he needed to wash his face to keep himself calm.
Pushing the door open to the overly lavish bathroom he sighed in relief when he noticed no one was in there. Moving to the sink he turned the faucet on and leant down splashing water onto his face. Looking up in the mirror he caught sight of a twenty five year old male with too many freckles and too much red hair. Turning his head to the side he grimaced at the scars that ran from his cheek and down his neck and under his shirt.
“Fucking Greyback,” he muttered to himself running fingers over them before leaning down and splashing his face again. Cupping his hand under the water he brought mouthful of it and washed his mouth out ignoring the little bottle of mouthwash in front of his eyes.
Spitting the water out, he turned the faucet off and grabbed the hand towel dabbing his face off and leaning in closer looking at the pink ragged scars on his face once more. Running fingers over the mirror he heard the door open and he snatched his hand back and stood up straight. He glanced in the mirror and he saw Malfoy walk in the perpetual smirk on his face. Groaning he put the towel back on its rack and he nodded at Malfoy in a cordial hello.
Malfoy nodded back. “Tu es le sexe personnifié. Je veux t'emmener chez moi,” Draco purred with a grin at Ron.
“English,” he chided once more half heartedly.
Malfoy just smiled at him. Ron wondered briefly why Malfoy had to be so damn hot while speaking French, but an asshole when he was speaking English. Ron turned about to go and leave before he did something he would regret.
“Je voudrais que tu m'embrasses,” Malfoy said just as he was about to push open the door and Ron broke.
Striding back quickly Ron grabbed Malfoy’s shoulder and turned him around roughly. He caught the look of fear in Malfoy’s eyes and he smirked at the blonde before leaning in and kissing him softly, just a bare brush of lips against the blondes.
He pulled back with a grin moving so he was pressed against Malfoy, one of his hands bracing himself on the sink bench and the other coming up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Malfoy’s ear before leaning down and kissing him again, this time more forcefully, waiting until the blonde responded to the kiss for a moment before breaking apart and leaning in close to Malfoy’s ear.
“Je parle français, imbécile,” he said before pulling back a half smirk twisting his lips.
Ron watched as Malfoy’s gaze went from confused, to shocked, to embarrassed all in a matter of moments. “How?”
“Oh, you thought that just because my family is poor and has a lot of kids we didn’t follow the requisite traditions? Wrong. Remember my mother was a Prewett, and they are French, so it is her natural language, so we all speak it, as tradition dictates, just like I know you speak English from your mother, and French from your father,” Ron said smiling. “Do you remember who my eldest brother is marrying?”
Malfoy blinked for a moment confused. “Fleur?” he asked uncertainly.
“Correct, and she speaks French, so it’s nice for her to be able to speak to us in her natural language, so we get a lot of practice,” Ron finished smiling.
Malfoy blinked once at him before he wrapped an arm around Ron’s neck and began to kiss him with an urgency and passion that left Ron shocked for a moment before his hand was sliding, fingers moving into the blonde hair and holding Malfoy steady as he pressed back against the blonde urgently.
Ron leaned in closer his mouth moving urgently as he pressed Malfoy against the counter leaning in feeling the blonde begin to grind against his hip. He pulled back with a gasp before he began to attack the long blonde neck, feeling the muscles move as Malfoy’s head threw back with a gasp giving him access.
“Home, take me home,” he heard Malfoy gasp and he growled nipping at Malfoy’s neck none too gently.
“Here, take you here,” he growled moving an arm around Malfoy’s waist and lifting him up so he was sitting on the granite countertop.
He felt legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck and the body he was pressed against begin to move wantonly and as he was beginning to black out with desire he had one last coherent thought and he grabbed his wand and threw a few simple charms at the door ensuring their privacy before he was gone.
He heard Malfoy whisper something and then their shirts were gone leaving them pressed against each other chest to chest and he felt something cold press against him and he pulled back to see silver glinting in the light. With a feral smirk he reached a hand down and flicked one of the rings watching as Draco arched up with a cry whimpering. He pinched the nipple gently and he felt Draco begin to tremble. He twisted the ring harshly and Draco arched up with a cry, his breath coming in heaving pants, almost sobbing whisper over and over again.
“Please, please fuck me, please, please fuck me,” he heard Draco whimper.
Ron grinned and dropped a hand to undo the buttons but he heard Draco whisper something and they were naked, pressed against each other without a second thought. Ron let out a low groan as he felt the long legs tighten around his waist and the pale body begin to writhe in pleasure.
“Have a spell for lube?” He asked with a grin knowing the answer and beginning to look around for something he could use instead.
“No, there isn’t. Do you know what you’re doing?” Draco asked sounding slightly nervous.
“Yes, don’t worry,” he said spying the bottle of lotion next to the mouthwash.
Grinning he grabbed it and put some in his hand. Leaning in to kiss Draco he trailed a finger between them feeling the blonde’s hips tilt up in anticipation as he trailed a finger in between Draco’s legs and found the pucker there. Circling it for a moment he began to press in and felt it slip in with ease.
He began to move the finger in and out with ease and added another finger, feeling the muscles give way beneath his probing. He added a third feeling the muscles clench and he shivered in anticipation.
Draco broke the kiss with a gasp throwing his head back eyes wide as he rested against the mirror behind them. “More,” he breathed out.
Ron smiled and added a fourth finger and Draco bucked taking them in with a gasp hands moving to grab a hold of the faucets as he arched up taking them deeper and deeper.
“Fuck me already,” Draco growled and Ron did that taking his fingers out and replacing it with his cock moving in with one smooth thrust. He felt his hips hit the blondes arse and without a second thought he pulled back out and slammed back in.
He winced when he saw Draco’s head hit the mirror with a thud and he was about to stop but then Draco slid down the mirror a little opening himself up more to him and he began to slam in and his hands moving to get a hold of the blondes hips, using them for an anchor dragging the blonde back to meet him as he slammed forward.
“More, harder, faster,” the blonde gasped out and Ron tired to, but he couldn’t get any deeper, couldn’t go any faster, couldn’t slam any harder.
All he could do was drag the blonde out until his arse was hanging of the edge of the sink and fuck him as hard as he could aiming over and over at the blondes prostrate and hitting it from the breathy moans Draco was expelling with each thrust.
He felt the thighs around his waist tighten and Draco’s hips arch up, coming off the sink for a moment as the blonde began to come with a scream of completion and Ron slammed in feeling the muscles clench around him and he held still gasping as he rode out the sensations.
He felt them subside and Draco collapsed boneless and panting and he began to move again, slamming again the blonde not aiming for anything but to get into the warm and tight heat. He heard Draco’s breath hitch as he hit the prostate now and then.
And then he was coming, collapsing, slamming into the blonde with a groan as he came, panting, deep inside the blonde.
They lay gasping for a moment before Ron managed to get an arm on the sink and push himself up and off the blonde and grinned down at the flushed and sated smile on Draco’s face.
“Happy?” he asked running a finger over Draco’s swollen bottom lips.
Draco grinned. “Not quite, I think you need to take me home and make me happier,” he said lowering his lashes and looking up at Ron through him.
Ron smiled and grabbed his wand, and a few flicks later, they were cleaned and dressed, all evident of what had happened gone from the room, and the only evidence left on the two of them were swollen lips and mussed up hair.
Ron grinned and ran his fingers through Draco’s hair trying to get it to settle down a little more. Draco swatted his hands away with a grin and ran his fingers through his own hair. Ron watched amused as it settled down instantly, before the same fingers ran through his hair and a quick look in the mirror told him his hair looked fine.
“How’d you do that?” he asked.
“Wandless and silent charm I used, adds to the air of mystery of my magic fingers, and brilliant hair,” Draco said waggling his fingers.
“Show Harry it, he needs it,” Ron said taking the blondes waggling hands and bringing them up to he could kiss them. “Do you want to leave, or say goodbye?”
Draco grinned and moved so he was pressed against Ron who wrapped an arm around the slim waist. “Let’s go, they’ll figure it out,” Draco said tilting his head to the side.
Ron grinned and leaned in to kiss the blonde as he released the charms on the door and apparated them to his place simultaneously with a crack.
Hello Ron. You look nice tonight. - Bonjour Ron. Tu es très beau ce soir.
That was funny. - C'était drôle.
I've loved you since sixth year. - Je t'aime depuis la sixième année
Why do you think i switched sides? - Pourquoi penses-tu que j'ai changé de camp?
I wish you could understand what I’m saying - J'aimerais que tu puisses comprendre ce que je dis
I want you to kiss me, please. - Je voudrais que tu m'embrasses
I want to go home with you. - Je veux t'emmener chez moi
Please notice me. - Fais attention à moi, je t'en prie
You're sex on wheels. - Tu es le sexe personnifié
I speak French you moron - Je parle français, imbécile.