Ginger-haired men.... NC-17
Title: Ginger-haired men
Author: Jenn aka:domsgurll
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Ron, Draco/a ginger-haired man
Warnings: Sexy male on sexy male, if you don't like that, don't read it. All mistake are mine bc I don't have a beta. My only beta is the one I wrote the story for!!!!
Summary: Harry gets jealous, Ron gets mad, they both get sex!!!! Draco has fun!!!!
Feedback is my drug, please be my dealer!!!! ENJOY!! Written for yenny2206
Harry walked into the front door of the flat that he shared with Ron. They had been sharing the three bedroom flat for over a year and had been sharing that master bedroom for almost seven months. He smiled at the thought of that night that Ron and he had been drunk and Ron had dragged him down that long hall to the redhead’s bedroom. “Ron, are you home?” Harry yelled out into the quiet flat.
“In the kitchen,” Ron yelled back. He heard a laugh and sighed. He wondered who was in the kitchen with Ron. He imagined that Hermione was over for food and a chat. Harry shut the door behind him and started walking towards the kitchen. He pushed open the door that led to their large kitchen and stopped in his tracks. Draco Malfoy was sitting at the kitchen table. Ron and Draco looked up at Harry and smiled.
“Hey Har,” Ron said walking over and kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. “Draco just came by to talk after work. We’ve got a hard case to work on and we were throwing around ideas.”
“Oh, that’s fine,” Harry said. He found his feet and walked by Ron towards the fridge. He opened it up and grabbed a beer. “Want one?” he asked the two men.
“I’ll take one,” Draco said.
Harry grabbed another beer and closed the fridge. He walked over and handed the beer to Draco. “So what’s the case about?”
“There is this guy who we know has been breaking into muggle homes and stealing things, but we can’t catch him in the act and nobody can recall who is doing it,” Draco said before taking a drink of his beer.
“So you think he’s wiping their memories?”
“Yeah,” Ron said. “This guy that we think it is was fantastic with memory charms in school. However, we can’t put him at the scene of the crime and he sells all of the stuff before we can get to his house. Because it’s muggles that he’s doing it to, it takes a few days for us to get the cases. The only way we got wind of it in the first place was that he killed one of the muggles. One of the muggle/wizard liaisons came to us and told us about a case that they had where there was no cause of death, but the guy had a look of terror on his face.”
“Have you thought about setting him up? Like planting Aurors in a neighborhood where he has been hitting and when he strikes catch him.”
“Yeah, we tried that and he went to Hogwarts with one of the Aurors that we had in the field. He apparated out of there and we couldn’t trace him,” Draco said. “Not that we could have arrested him anyways, he didn’t do anything.”
“What we can’t figure out is why he’s robbing muggles,” Ron said. “He’s a pureblood and we just completely don’t understand why he would leave his comfort zone and go rob muggles. He only killed the one guy because it looks like he was interrupted during the robbery. The memory charm didn’t work apparently or he wouldn’t have had to kill him.”
“Why wouldn’t the memory charm have worked?”
“No clue mate,” Draco said.
“Could there have been a link between the muggle and the wizard?”
Draco looked up at Ron. “Why didn’t we think of that?” Ron asked.
Harry smiled. “Because you have been working on it too hard, you just needed a set of new eyes.”
“Yeah, probably.” Ron leaned up against the counter and stared at Harry. Ron had those hungry eyes that he always had when Molly made treacle tart for dessert and Ron wanted to eat all of it. “Drake and I were going to go to a club in Diagon Alley; do you want to come with us?”
“Sounds fun, but I really have some work to do. Kingsley wants my reports from the last raid we had.”
“I don’t care, you’re coming. I picked out an outfit for you, it’s on the bed.”
“We picked out an outfit for you,” Draco said. “I have much better taste than Ron and this club has a different sort of dress code.”
Ron smiled. “Yeah, way different. Come on, I’ll help you get dressed.” Ron walked out of the kitchen and Harry looked at Draco, who was watching him leave. Harry walked towards the door, sitting his beer down on the counter and pushed open the door. He followed Ron down the hall to their bedroom and walked in, closing the door behind him.
Ron was holding a black silk shirt in his hand. “Drake said to wear this one open over the white shirt and you would look fantastic.”
“Drake?” Harry asked.
“What?” Ron asked looking up at Harry.
“You guys have been really chummy lately.”
“Harry, jealousy doesn’t look good on you,” Ron said.
“I’m not jealous; it’s just that it’s weird to see the two of you being friends. I miss back in school when you wanted to punch him. Those days were fun,” Harry said.
“Drake and I had our fights when we became partners, but we got over it. Remember he saved my life. I owe him friendship.”
“You don’t owe him anything. You saved his ass on the next raid.”
“Do you not want me to be friends with him? Because if that’s it, I can tell him that it’s got to be strictly work.”
“I don’t want you to stop talking to all your friends. It’s just weird, that’s all.”
“Harry, our relationship is still new, but I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. If this makes you feel weird, Drake will understand.”
“It’s nothing. Go in the kitchen, I’ll be out in a second.” Ron nodded and sat the shirt down on the bed. He walked past Harry, leaning into him and kissing him on the cheek. Ron closed the door behind him and Harry sighed. He walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection. He had very strong features, very manly. He wasn’t amazingly good looking, but he wasn’t by any means ugly.
Draco on the other hand was beautiful. He had soft features. His hair shone in the light, no matter where he was. His gray eyes were cold, but they fit his beautiful features perfectly. His eyes were the only part of him that he found remotely soft, the emerald green was beautiful.
Harry could see how Ron could fall for Draco. It was easy; he had often caught himself looking at Draco across the office at work. He also used to stare at Draco in school when he thought he wouldn’t get caught.
Harry sighed and turned away from the mirror. He walked over and picked up the clothes on the bed. He silently changed and turned back to the mirror. He had to admit that he did look different from normal. He sighed again. He pulled the black shirt off and pointed his wand at the shirt. He murmured a spell and the shirt turned into a tight black weird sisters shirt with slits up the side. Then he pointed the wand at the pants and tightened them just a little. He smiled. That was better. He turned and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
Both men looked up at him and both men’s eyes widened. “Damn Harry, you look fantastic,” Ron said.
“Yeah you do, what happened to the clothes I picked out?” Draco asked.
“I’m wearing everything except the black shirt. I just made some modifications,” Harry said. “Are you guys ready to go?”
“Yeah,” Ron and Draco said standing up.
“Let’s floo there,” Draco said. “It’s called Python.”
“Is that the gay bar down from Gringotts?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Just wondering.” Harry walked over to Ron and kissed him hard on the lips. “I love you,” he said pulling back.
“I love you too mate,” Ron said.
Harry sat at the booth in the corner of the room. He was trying his hardest to stay hidden while nursing his firewhiskey. Ron and Draco were dancing with each other and he couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful way that their bodies fit together as they danced. Draco was remaining as respectful as possible, keeping at least an inch between them and his hands never wandered below Ron’s waistline.
Harry could see though that Ron wanted to get closer. Ron kept leaning closer and Draco would pull away. Ron leaned over and said something in Draco’s ear and they both laughed. They looked happy. Ron turned and started walking towards Harry with Draco right behind him. They both slid in the booth across from him and he looked up at them. “Why won’t you come dance with us?” Ron asked Harry.
“I’m drinking. You know me, I don’t like dancing,” Harry said.
“I was trying to loosen you up for the question I have.”
“What’s that?”
“Draco just broke up with his boyfriend and he can’t find another place to stay, so I was wondering if he can stay in our guest bedroom for a while.”
Harry sighed. He knew that there was no way that he would be able to concentrate at work because he knew that Ron and Draco would be together every minute of every day. “I suppose if it was just temporary, then it would be okay.”
“Great,” Ron said smiling. “Thanks Har.” Ron leaned across the table and kissed Harry on the lips. “I love you, really,” Ron whispered to Harry, then leaned back and sat back down.
“Thank you Harry,” Draco said. “It means a lot to me that you trust me enough to let me stay with you guys. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Sure, it’s not a problem.”
But it was a problem. Harry spent the next two weeks in a state of constant worry that Ron and Draco were sleeping with each other. He was so distracted at work that a raid turned into a trip to St. Mungo’s. Ron was there by his side twenty minutes after the accident and Draco lingered just outside the door, looking thoroughly shagged in Harry’s mind. He saw the signs that Ron was slipping away and nobody could tell him differently. Hermione had reassured Harry that Ron was in love with him and nobody else, certainly not Draco, but Harry didn’t listen. He just allowed himself to be drug into the web of deception and infidelity that he knew Ron was entangled in.
So he dragged himself out every time that Ron and Draco wanted to go out. And he sat here tonight in that same corner booth that he had allowed himself to be talked into giving Ron constant access to his lover. Harry stood up and walked across the floor to relieve his bladder. He walked down the hall on the side of the dance floor and when he got to the bathroom he stopped.
A voice caught his attention. He turned to figure out where it was coming from. He saw a door off to the left of the hall and he opened the door just a little. He saw a ginger haired man standing there, his head flung back in obvious ecstasy. And on his knees in front of the man was Draco Malfoy. He finally had his proof, but he didn’t feel vindicated, just hurt.
He closed the door softly and walked down the hall. In the room the ginger haired man turned his head and looked at the door. “Did you hear something Drake?” the man asked.
Draco pulled his head back and looked up at Charlie. “Are you losing your mind?”
“No, I thought I heard the door close,” Charlie said.
“I didn’t. Why don’t we go back to your house?”
“Sounds good, I’d like to fuck you in a bed not on a floor.”
“I wouldn’t mind the floor,” Draco said waggling his eyebrows.
“Well we will see about that,” Charlie said tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants. He helped Draco up and wrapped his arms around the younger man, disappearing from the spot.
Ron sat in the sitting room staring at the fire. The night at the club had ended horribly. He couldn’t find Harry or Draco and neither of them we’re home when he got there. He had floo’d everyone that he knew and nobody knew where either of them were. He stared at the flames. Charlie, he hadn’t called Charlie. But he hardly thought that either of the men would go over to Charlie’s house. Harry might if he was drunk, but Harry really wasn’t so drunk when Ron had left the booth to go dancing. He walked over to the floo to firecall Charlie and the door opened. He turned to see Harry standing there, looking like hell. He closed the door behind him and turned back around to Ron staring at him.
“Where the bloody hell were you?”
“I went for a walk,” Harry said. “I thought I’d give you and Draco some privacy when you got home.”
Ron looked confused. “What the hell do you mean privacy?”
“Well, you two have been shagging for the past few weeks, so I figured that if I was out of the way, you could just shag all you wanted to?”
“Harry, green is not a good color for you; it clashes with your eyes.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Jealousy, it doesn’t suit you.”
“You’re the one that’s cheating on me.”
“I am not cheating on you,” Ron said sounding hurt.
“I saw it with my own two eyes. Draco in that room off the hallway at the club, sucking you off like it was his favorite thing to do.”
“I was not in a back room with Draco getting sucked off. Harry you are the love of my life. I would never do anything to hurt you or betray your trust.”
“Well then how do you explain what I saw?”
“Harry, I have five brothers, it could have been one of them.”
“HOW THE HELL COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME AND THEN BLAME IT ON YOUR BROTHERS’S?” Harry screamed.
“Because it’s possible,” Ron said. “Draco has a thing for redheads.”
“Yeah, my redhead.”
“Oh now you own me?”
“Yes I own you,” Harry said. “You touch another man and I’ll kill you.”
“Harry get out,” Ron said.
“I’m not leaving, it’s my house.”
“FINE, THEN I’LL GO,” Ron screamed. Ron turned around and walked into the bedroom. He grabbed three things and apparated out of the room. Harry stared at the empty sitting room and sighed. He fell to his knees and cried.
Draco walked into the sitting room at about 2 am and saw Harry lying on the floor asleep. He sighed and walked over to Harry and leaned down. He rolled him over and Harry woke up. “Get away from me,” Harry said. Draco leaned back for a second.
“What’s wrong Harry?”
“You took Ron away from me.”
“How did I do that?”
“You seduced him and took him away from me.”
“I did not,” Draco said. “Why would you think something like that?”
“I saw you two together tonight,” Harry said sitting up.
“Tonight?” Draco asked. “Oh, you opened the door. Charlie swore that somebody opened the door.”
“Charlie?”
“I can go get him if you want me to.”
“Oh Merlin Draco, I fucked up.”
“Why?”
“I accused Ron of cheating. I told him that if he ever touched another man I’d kill him.”
“You know, for the first time in my life I’m actually a little scared of you. I wasn’t scared the entire war. I feared Voldemort, but never you. Even when I saw you looking like an evil bastard at the final battle, I still wasn’t scared of you. But you would tell the love of your life that you’d kill him for touching another man, that’s a little scary.”
“God Draco, what am I going to do?”
“Go get him. Tell him that you’re sorry and you keep apologizing until he forgives you.”
Harry stood up and walked over to the floo. He threw some floo powder in the fire and said ‘Burrow’ softly, then disappeared into the flames.
Draco shook his head and stood up walking down the hall to his room.
Harry reappeared in the kitchen of the Burrow. Arthur and Molly looked up at him. “Harry, you shouldn’t go up there. He’s mad, but he’ll get over it,” Arthur said.
“I have to apologize. I was wrong and I am afraid that if I don’t fix things now, he’ll never forgive me.”
“He’s in his room,” Molly said. “Harry I don’t know what happened, but what you said is unforgivable. How could you tell him that you’d kill him if he touched another man? You know that he only loves you and we all tried to tell you that he wasn’t cheating.”
“I know, it’s just I saw…” Harry trailed off. “Maybe I should just leave. You have no idea; I have no idea what I was thinking. I just saw him slipping away and I have lost so many people that are important to me. I was scared and I know that I could never apologize enough to make up for the words that I’ve said. Can you just tell him that I’m sorry and I will be out of the flat tomorrow?”
“No,” a voice said from the shadows by the stairs. “You are an arse.” Harry looked up into those denim blue eyes that drove him crazy.
“I know,” Harry said.
“I can’t believe that you would think I was cheating on you, since day one it’s always been you. I have no doubt in my mind that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I can’t do this if you will always think that I’m cheating.”
“I won’t I swear, I just saw….”
“I know you saw Charlie and Draco and me and Charlie look so much alike. I understand. But to say what you said, even if I know you didn’t mean it.”
“I didn’t. I couldn’t live without you. I would be a miserable shit if you were gone.” Harry sighed and his head dropped. “I am a miserable shit.”
“Yeah, but you’re my miserable shit and I’m never leaving you; I promise.” Ron walked over to Harry and pulled him into his arms. Harry wrapped his arms around Ron and held on tightly. He pulled his head back a little and looked Ron in the eyes. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against his lover’s. They pulled back and Ron smiled. He turned around and looked at his parents.
“Goodnight boys,” Arthur said. Both young men turned around and floo’d out of the small kitchen.
Harry and Ron both reappeared in the sitting room of their flat and stood there staring at each other. “I really am so sorry Ron, I didn’t mean it.”
“I know, let’s just pretend it never happened.”
“I love you,” Harry said.
“I love you Harry,” Ron said. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Harry’s softly. Harry quickly took control of the kiss and pushed Ron back against the wall. Ron wrapped his arms around Harry and Harry pressed himself against the ginger haired man. Their tongues fought each other for control and Ron’s hands slipped under Harry’s shirt. Harry pulled back and pulled his shirt over his head and then Ron’s. Harry leaned forward and nipped on Ron’s neck.
Ron moaned and his hands rubbed up and down Harry’s back. “I need you Harry,” Ron said.
“I need you too.” Harry pulled at the button on Ron’s jeans and pushed them down. He unbuttoned his own and pushed them down revealing that both men didn’t like wearing pants. Harry kicked the jeans aside and pushed his body fully against Ron’s. Ron moaned at the contact. Ron pushed Harry backwards towards the couch. He pushed the shorter man down on the sofa and climbed on top of him.
“I want to be in you now.”
Harry lifted his hand and a bottle of lubricant came flying towards him. He caught it and opened it. Ron leaned back on his legs and held his hand out. Harry poured a liberal amount on Ron’s hand and Ron dipped his fingers in it. He slicked his fingers against Harry’s arse and slipped a finger inside. Harry moaned. “I need it too much.”
“Are you going to be okay?” Ron asked softly.
“Yeah, just do it,” Harry said.
Ron slicked himself up with the rest of the lube on his hand and positioned himself at Harry’s entrance. Ron pushed carefully in, as slow as he could until he was into the hilt. Harry sighed and relaxed as much as he could. Ron leaned down and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder. “You know there is nothing in the world that could come close to the feeling right now,” Ron said. “I feel like I can’t be any closer to you than right now.”
“I know, it’s like we’re so connected,” Harry said softly leaning his head sideways and kissing the side of Ron’s head. “I love you Ron.”
“I love you too Har.”
“I’m fine, you can move now.”
Ron nodded and pushed himself back up. He pulled out and then pushed back in. Harry arched his back as Ron hit his spot and Ron smiled. He angled himself so that he hit that spot on every stroke. Harry reached between them and stroked himself. Ron pushed in harder and harder with every thrust. There were some times that he wanted to go slow and take his time loving Harry, but tonight was different. He wanted to prove to Harry that there was only one man in the world for him.
Ron was getting close to his climax and he knew that Harry wasn’t as close as him. Ron leaned down and sunk his teeth into Harry’s shoulder and Harry came, sending Ron over the edge. The fell into oblivion together and Ron collapsed on top of Harry. They laid there for five minutes just holding each other and then Ron looked up at Harry.
“I think I’m bleeding,” Harry said looking down at his shoulder.
Ron looked at it and smiled. “I would heal it, but I want you to remember that you’re mine every time you look at it.”
Harry smiled. “Yeah, I will.” Harry conjured a blanket and covered them up with it. They fell asleep in each other’s arms in front of the crackling fire.
Draco closed his door and leaned against it abandoning the drink he had gone for. He knew that he would never have love like that and he would never feel what they felt for each other. He sighed and walked over to his bed, falling asleep contemplating whether all ginger haired men were quite as passionate as that.