this is totally mlisubaru's idea
I R POSTING ANOTHER FANFIC I ROTE, LAWL. OKAY SO IZ A DRABBLE AND IT IS SLASHY. NO RILLY. IT IZ. IT WUZ WRITTEN AT TWO IN THA MURNING. OMG THIS IS MY SECONED SLAZH FICCY! :D
Title: Questions.
Author: ME! >:O I PWN.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Ron / Zacharias.
Summary: Ron PWNS Zacharias in the Room of Requirement. There's a lot of hating of the questions Zacharias asks. This fic is entirely Harry's fault for wanting to see the pairing done while I was in the mood to drabble. It took me half an hour to write this. :O SAD.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and STUFF created and owned by J. K. Rowling, along with various publishers including, but not limited, to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books. Also Warner Bros., Inc. I WISH I WERE MAKING MONEY BUT I AM NOT. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. ...El oh el.
:O'>Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.
It was just one of those days. He had always suspected it, he thought for the longest time that he had real friends, too. Who knew, however, in the end, that the suspicions were true and his friends... weren't really friends at all. He just wanted to be alone. Ron purposely avoided particular hallways that would lead him to one of Malfoy's usual hangouts, storming up to the Room of Requirement. No one would bother him there... at least not for a little while.
While Ron made sure to compensate for Draco's presence, however, he forgot about another. He shouldn't of been all that surprised to see Zacharias Smith standing outside the room that was everything and nothing, looking as shady as can be. Zacharias had every right to be there, truth be told, and so the red-head didn't question it. Catching sight of Ron, he raised an eyebrow, he opened his mouth. There was something said, something asked, but Ron didn't hear it. He saw red and was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to thump the Hufflepuff quite soundly.
Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.
How things got this far, even Ron wasn't sure. He didn't even like men, much less Zacharias Smith. He just got so furious and in the heat of what could have been called a battle, somehow, they had wound up in the room. Somehow, Zacharias was stripped down to nothing. Somehow, Ron was inside of him, driving in with his hips, the Hufflepuff crying out as he buried his face into his arms to stifle the calls that were indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. As long as he wasn't yelling for it all to stop, however, that meant it was a green light to continue.
For Zacharias, it was just another question. A thought, a disbelief, a meaningless pursuit that he hadn't been intending on experiencing but figured why not. For Ron, it was pure instinct and confusion. He had pent up frustration and to say that Zacharias was convenient would be a complete understatement, even if the little twit didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.
Ron ran his calloused hands up the pale back slick with sweat before him. He traced the spine straight up to the neck. Beneath him, Zacharias shivered. The sensation shook his entire body, something that Ron could feel quite clearly and with a harsh sob at the jostling, he threw his head back and stilled, some of the crimson strands of hair falling back while the rest clung to his forehead. He didn't dare move, so close to the edge already.
"Are you finished?" Zacharias said, strained, but indifferent, his voice sounding out through the din and interrupting the pleasured, intoxicating haze that had seized Ron's senses.
Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.
The thrusting began once again, spurred by new fervor. The legs of the desk scrapped roughly against the cobblestone floor and it was dully noted that Zacharias had curled his fingers around the edges of the flat surface, his desperate attempts to hold it in place were enough to cause his knuckles to blanche. As long as his muffled cries continued, it mattered little if he happened to be pushing the Hufflepuff around. Ron dragged short fingernails back down the back before him to grip onto the blonde's hips as he pushed in a final time to the point where Zacharias was spooned against him.
His breath hitched somewhere along the line between lungs and mouth. Ron bent double over the other boy, forehead against the shoulder blade and shuddered. He held on as if he would possibly fall off the edge of the world if he did not. Zacharias cringed in pain at the fingers that would surely leave fine bruises behind. After a few moments, once the stars that had exploded in his vision cleared away, Ron withdrew with a pleasured sort of sigh and a funny little smile, his head swimming with endorphins. Zacharias, however, moved sorely into a standing position.
"You all right?" The red-head asked, his polite nature upped to a simply astounding level.
Zacharias looked at him for a full minute and he was leaning on the desk, which had been used for their activities, using it to support himself. After that, his thin shoulders rolled in a shrug and he said dismissively, "What do you think?"
Ron glared. For a short while, the two stood facing off against one another, but Ron was the first to look away, distracted by the sight of the fluids he had emptied into the Hufflepuff losing their viscosity and dribbling down the blonde's leg, to which they were ignored by Zacharias. He wondered, somewhere, in the back of his mind, if perhaps he should see to it that things weren't left unfinished, but Ron was already dressed and out the door by then, confused and lost, but at least he had stopped thinking about what preoccupied his mind earlier with this new development...
Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.
Title: Questions.
Author: ME! >:O I PWN.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Ron / Zacharias.
Summary: Ron PWNS Zacharias in the Room of Requirement. There's a lot of hating of the questions Zacharias asks. This fic is entirely Harry's fault for wanting to see the pairing done while I was in the mood to drabble. It took me half an hour to write this. :O SAD.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and STUFF created and owned by J. K. Rowling, along with various publishers including, but not limited, to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books. Also Warner Bros., Inc. I WISH I WERE MAKING MONEY BUT I AM NOT. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. ...El oh el.
:O'>Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.
It was just one of those days. He had always suspected it, he thought for the longest time that he had real friends, too. Who knew, however, in the end, that the suspicions were true and his friends... weren't really friends at all. He just wanted to be alone. Ron purposely avoided particular hallways that would lead him to one of Malfoy's usual hangouts, storming up to the Room of Requirement. No one would bother him there... at least not for a little while.
While Ron made sure to compensate for Draco's presence, however, he forgot about another. He shouldn't of been all that surprised to see Zacharias Smith standing outside the room that was everything and nothing, looking as shady as can be. Zacharias had every right to be there, truth be told, and so the red-head didn't question it. Catching sight of Ron, he raised an eyebrow, he opened his mouth. There was something said, something asked, but Ron didn't hear it. He saw red and was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to thump the Hufflepuff quite soundly.
Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.
How things got this far, even Ron wasn't sure. He didn't even like men, much less Zacharias Smith. He just got so furious and in the heat of what could have been called a battle, somehow, they had wound up in the room. Somehow, Zacharias was stripped down to nothing. Somehow, Ron was inside of him, driving in with his hips, the Hufflepuff crying out as he buried his face into his arms to stifle the calls that were indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. As long as he wasn't yelling for it all to stop, however, that meant it was a green light to continue.
For Zacharias, it was just another question. A thought, a disbelief, a meaningless pursuit that he hadn't been intending on experiencing but figured why not. For Ron, it was pure instinct and confusion. He had pent up frustration and to say that Zacharias was convenient would be a complete understatement, even if the little twit didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.
Ron ran his calloused hands up the pale back slick with sweat before him. He traced the spine straight up to the neck. Beneath him, Zacharias shivered. The sensation shook his entire body, something that Ron could feel quite clearly and with a harsh sob at the jostling, he threw his head back and stilled, some of the crimson strands of hair falling back while the rest clung to his forehead. He didn't dare move, so close to the edge already.
"Are you finished?" Zacharias said, strained, but indifferent, his voice sounding out through the din and interrupting the pleasured, intoxicating haze that had seized Ron's senses.
Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.
The thrusting began once again, spurred by new fervor. The legs of the desk scrapped roughly against the cobblestone floor and it was dully noted that Zacharias had curled his fingers around the edges of the flat surface, his desperate attempts to hold it in place were enough to cause his knuckles to blanche. As long as his muffled cries continued, it mattered little if he happened to be pushing the Hufflepuff around. Ron dragged short fingernails back down the back before him to grip onto the blonde's hips as he pushed in a final time to the point where Zacharias was spooned against him.
His breath hitched somewhere along the line between lungs and mouth. Ron bent double over the other boy, forehead against the shoulder blade and shuddered. He held on as if he would possibly fall off the edge of the world if he did not. Zacharias cringed in pain at the fingers that would surely leave fine bruises behind. After a few moments, once the stars that had exploded in his vision cleared away, Ron withdrew with a pleasured sort of sigh and a funny little smile, his head swimming with endorphins. Zacharias, however, moved sorely into a standing position.
"You all right?" The red-head asked, his polite nature upped to a simply astounding level.
Zacharias looked at him for a full minute and he was leaning on the desk, which had been used for their activities, using it to support himself. After that, his thin shoulders rolled in a shrug and he said dismissively, "What do you think?"
Ron glared. For a short while, the two stood facing off against one another, but Ron was the first to look away, distracted by the sight of the fluids he had emptied into the Hufflepuff losing their viscosity and dribbling down the blonde's leg, to which they were ignored by Zacharias. He wondered, somewhere, in the back of his mind, if perhaps he should see to it that things weren't left unfinished, but Ron was already dressed and out the door by then, confused and lost, but at least he had stopped thinking about what preoccupied his mind earlier with this new development...
Zacharias Smith asked far too many questions and Ron hated it.