Chapter Forty Six
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Ron kicked a stone moodily along the side-walk and contemplated the disaster that had been today. He’d never liked Mondays. The stone rebounded off a wall and hit Ron’s shin. This did nothing to improve his mood.
Firstly, there had been the incident at the bands practise last night which ended up with Seamus winning the argument over who should sing “Photograph” by Def Leopard, as it was a new addition to their play list for ‘Dana’s’. Ron had wanted to sing it simply because, being her favourite song, it made Hermione melt into a puddle of pure girlyness, which was most unusual for her. Seamus’ argument was that he never got to sing. Ron had no idea how Seamus had won; normally he was very good at arguments, being the most stubborn of the Weasleys. Well actually, Ron knew full well it was because Seamus was a damn good singer, able to hold onto a note which took Ron several breaths to complete. Who knew Seamus’ mouth was good for anything other than sucking cock? Ron thought with a grin. He wondered if he was still the only one who knew, or if Nott had discovered the Irish boys greatest talent.
Ron sighed. He supposed they should think themselves lucky that Zabini wasn’t singing, else Hermione would’ve melted, evaporated, condensed and melted again several times amongst the performance and Ron didn’t like the idea that someone else could do that; not with the soft spot somewhere near his large intestine that Ron still had for Hermione. Fortunately, even with all his Italian heritage, Zabini sung like a male bullfrog in mating season.
Secondly, and weirdly, Malfoy had not been in college that day and Mondays were the days that he got to torment Ron the most. Ron had found himself increasingly worried and looking over his shoulder more and more. Or at least until his teacher had told him to stop gazing into space and concentrate instead upon his chromatic and pentatonic seventh scales.
Not that he missed Malfoy or anything. I mean, he enjoyed their random snogging/groping sessions but that’s all it was.
Ron sighed as he bent down to pick up the Resistant Materials textbook that he had dropped whilst lost in his thoughts. Someone approached behind him and sniggered.
“Weasley family habit now then is it, bending over?”
Ron groaned and turned to face the speaker. “Now now, Malfoy,” he replied in a polite tine of warning. “You should know by now that the Weasleys never make a habit of anything Malfoy like, and especially not family ones.”
“Touché, Weasley,” said Malfoy with the same forced politeness. “But shouldn’t little boys like you be at school?”
“I have to get some materials for my RM class this afternoon,” Ron snapped. “And shouldn’t little boys like you be joining us?”
“I’m busy today,” Malfoy replied airily. Ron opened his mouth. “And what I shall be doing is none of your business, Weasley.”
“I don’t see why not!” Ron said tersely. “Missing college for a whole day is serious. Surely you’re not ill?” Ron looked at Malfoy suspiciously, as if he was carrying something contagious.
“No I am not ill,” Malfoy said. “My mind and my health are still very much intact, which is more than can be said about you.”
Ron looked confused. “What do you mean by that, Malfoy, my health’s still perfectly-” He stopped and his expression changed from one of confusion to one of murderous anger. “You take that back this minute, Malfoy, or I’ll hex you.”
“Why should I?” Malfoy replied, his eyes narrowing. “You’re every bit as stupid as you look and believe me, that’s not a good thing.”
“Malfoy,” Ron growled, “if you don’t shut up right now I swear I’, going to curse your ferrety, annoying little arse-” “You forgot fine,” “-right the way to the other side of the world.”
“How exactly? You haven’t got a wand and I doubt you’d be clever enough to tell one end from the other if you had one.”
Ron’s face turned red. Then it turned purple. Then back to red. Ron ran at Malfoy and pushed him up against the nearest wall which, fortunately, belonged to a deserted back street.
“Let me go!” Malfoy yelled. “Get off of me!” He struggled hard and, managing to free one of his hands, hit Ron hard on the top of his head. Ron saw stars for several seconds before regaining his sense and pinning both of Malfoy’s hands above his head with one of his own bigger ones; the other coming down to the his mouth. Malfoy’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Not so cocky now I’m in charge are you, Malfoy?” Ron said, moving closer. “Holy shit, Malfoy, w-what’s that?”
Malfoy grinned and thrust his hips upwards sharply. “Seems like parts of me don’t mind you being in charge at all.”
Ron bit his lip as he felt certain parts of him stirring at Malfoy’s incessant thrusting. “Malfoy,” he said through gritted teeth. “You don’t play fair.”
“I never said I did.” Draco wrapped his legs around Ron’s waist. Ron groaned and began to inch the hand that wasn’t holding Draco’s hands still downwards.
“Jesus Weasley,” Draco panted.
“Ron.” Ron frowned, holing Draco’s hands tighter.
“Weasley.”
“Ferret.”
“Fine then, I’ll call you ferret,” Draco said obtusely. Ron stopped. “Oh fine then. Ron.”
As Ron’s hand slid past Draco’s belt, his cries became much louder. Having run out of hands, Ron crushed Draco’s in a vicious imitation of a kiss. Ron could taste blood and he didn’t know whether it was his or Draco’s and right now he really didn’t-
“What in the name of holy fuck?” came a voice from the left of the boys. Ron froze and reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Draco’s. He took in the shocked faces of Luna, Hermione and Ginny with a groan. A small part of his brain voiced the realisation that Ron still had his hand down Draco’s trousers. It was ignored.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Draco said hastily, glancing up at Ron.
“No Draco, fuck it!” Ron said. He was really fed up of today. “It’s exactly how it looks. I was, before you so rudely interrupted, just about to jerk Draco Malfoy off in a small back street of a Cornish fishing village. Anyone have a problem with that?”
Luna and Hermione stood speechless.. Ginny looked capable of murder. Obviously she a problem with it.
And just when Ron thought his day had been looking up.
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Ron kicked a stone moodily along the side-walk and contemplated the disaster that had been today. He’d never liked Mondays. The stone rebounded off a wall and hit Ron’s shin. This did nothing to improve his mood.
Firstly, there had been the incident at the bands practise last night which ended up with Seamus winning the argument over who should sing “Photograph” by Def Leopard, as it was a new addition to their play list for ‘Dana’s’. Ron had wanted to sing it simply because, being her favourite song, it made Hermione melt into a puddle of pure girlyness, which was most unusual for her. Seamus’ argument was that he never got to sing. Ron had no idea how Seamus had won; normally he was very good at arguments, being the most stubborn of the Weasleys. Well actually, Ron knew full well it was because Seamus was a damn good singer, able to hold onto a note which took Ron several breaths to complete. Who knew Seamus’ mouth was good for anything other than sucking cock? Ron thought with a grin. He wondered if he was still the only one who knew, or if Nott had discovered the Irish boys greatest talent.
Ron sighed. He supposed they should think themselves lucky that Zabini wasn’t singing, else Hermione would’ve melted, evaporated, condensed and melted again several times amongst the performance and Ron didn’t like the idea that someone else could do that; not with the soft spot somewhere near his large intestine that Ron still had for Hermione. Fortunately, even with all his Italian heritage, Zabini sung like a male bullfrog in mating season.
Secondly, and weirdly, Malfoy had not been in college that day and Mondays were the days that he got to torment Ron the most. Ron had found himself increasingly worried and looking over his shoulder more and more. Or at least until his teacher had told him to stop gazing into space and concentrate instead upon his chromatic and pentatonic seventh scales.
Not that he missed Malfoy or anything. I mean, he enjoyed their random snogging/groping sessions but that’s all it was.
Ron sighed as he bent down to pick up the Resistant Materials textbook that he had dropped whilst lost in his thoughts. Someone approached behind him and sniggered.
“Weasley family habit now then is it, bending over?”
Ron groaned and turned to face the speaker. “Now now, Malfoy,” he replied in a polite tine of warning. “You should know by now that the Weasleys never make a habit of anything Malfoy like, and especially not family ones.”
“Touché, Weasley,” said Malfoy with the same forced politeness. “But shouldn’t little boys like you be at school?”
“I have to get some materials for my RM class this afternoon,” Ron snapped. “And shouldn’t little boys like you be joining us?”
“I’m busy today,” Malfoy replied airily. Ron opened his mouth. “And what I shall be doing is none of your business, Weasley.”
“I don’t see why not!” Ron said tersely. “Missing college for a whole day is serious. Surely you’re not ill?” Ron looked at Malfoy suspiciously, as if he was carrying something contagious.
“No I am not ill,” Malfoy said. “My mind and my health are still very much intact, which is more than can be said about you.”
Ron looked confused. “What do you mean by that, Malfoy, my health’s still perfectly-” He stopped and his expression changed from one of confusion to one of murderous anger. “You take that back this minute, Malfoy, or I’ll hex you.”
“Why should I?” Malfoy replied, his eyes narrowing. “You’re every bit as stupid as you look and believe me, that’s not a good thing.”
“Malfoy,” Ron growled, “if you don’t shut up right now I swear I’, going to curse your ferrety, annoying little arse-” “You forgot fine,” “-right the way to the other side of the world.”
“How exactly? You haven’t got a wand and I doubt you’d be clever enough to tell one end from the other if you had one.”
Ron’s face turned red. Then it turned purple. Then back to red. Ron ran at Malfoy and pushed him up against the nearest wall which, fortunately, belonged to a deserted back street.
“Let me go!” Malfoy yelled. “Get off of me!” He struggled hard and, managing to free one of his hands, hit Ron hard on the top of his head. Ron saw stars for several seconds before regaining his sense and pinning both of Malfoy’s hands above his head with one of his own bigger ones; the other coming down to the his mouth. Malfoy’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Not so cocky now I’m in charge are you, Malfoy?” Ron said, moving closer. “Holy shit, Malfoy, w-what’s that?”
Malfoy grinned and thrust his hips upwards sharply. “Seems like parts of me don’t mind you being in charge at all.”
Ron bit his lip as he felt certain parts of him stirring at Malfoy’s incessant thrusting. “Malfoy,” he said through gritted teeth. “You don’t play fair.”
“I never said I did.” Draco wrapped his legs around Ron’s waist. Ron groaned and began to inch the hand that wasn’t holding Draco’s hands still downwards.
“Jesus Weasley,” Draco panted.
“Ron.” Ron frowned, holing Draco’s hands tighter.
“Weasley.”
“Ferret.”
“Fine then, I’ll call you ferret,” Draco said obtusely. Ron stopped. “Oh fine then. Ron.”
As Ron’s hand slid past Draco’s belt, his cries became much louder. Having run out of hands, Ron crushed Draco’s in a vicious imitation of a kiss. Ron could taste blood and he didn’t know whether it was his or Draco’s and right now he really didn’t-
“What in the name of holy fuck?” came a voice from the left of the boys. Ron froze and reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Draco’s. He took in the shocked faces of Luna, Hermione and Ginny with a groan. A small part of his brain voiced the realisation that Ron still had his hand down Draco’s trousers. It was ignored.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Draco said hastily, glancing up at Ron.
“No Draco, fuck it!” Ron said. He was really fed up of today. “It’s exactly how it looks. I was, before you so rudely interrupted, just about to jerk Draco Malfoy off in a small back street of a Cornish fishing village. Anyone have a problem with that?”
Luna and Hermione stood speechless.. Ginny looked capable of murder. Obviously she a problem with it.
And just when Ron thought his day had been looking up.
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