Fic:How Draco.....(PG13)
Title: How Draco Learned To Love Ugly Cats, Huge Spiders And Fog
Author: hull1984
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Adult Language
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: Part 2 : Ron is lost in the fog - in the dark - in the Forbidden Forest. And Draco is a very happy bunny.(Written prior to the release of HBP. So no spoilers!)
Author’s Notes: This is for the wonderful Jux who has managed to quell my panic and talk me through 'lj-cuts'! You are a complete star to take the time to help when others were content to just point out the error. Thank you.
THE ‘HOW’ TRILOGY
PART 2
How Draco Learned To Love Ugly Cats, Huge Spiders And Fog
Draco hadn't planned to follow the Weasel.
But when he'd seen the tall redhead running after that ugly cat of Granger's he couldn't resist. A chance to watch the other boy alone was just too tempting. For once he would be able to enjoy the view without Scarhead and the Mudblood spoiling it.
As it was, not only had Draco been able to admire the Gryffindor's obvious assets, he'd also managed to learn a lot more about the fiery redhead.
Like how luscious his arse looked clad in black jeans - actually that was a lie - he'd already known that for sometime - robes really ought to be hauled up before a jury for crimes against humanity! No the lusciousness of Weasley's arse came as no surprise, he just liked mentioning it.
But he had learned some new things too. Like this fear of fog. Draco had known about the arachnophobia, after Lupin's class who didn't? But this fog thing was something new.
Of course, he'd immediately started to scheme. Perhaps if he could scare the gorgeous boy badly enough then Weasley would be reduced to a babbling wreck, with little or no strength to fight off a horny Slytherin.
Aaah, the possibilities…
What Draco hadn't reckoned with was having to battle with his own urge to rush forward and wrap the poor frightened idiot in his arms. But Weasley was just too adorable when scared shitless - really the silly boy wasn't safe to be let out on his own.
~~~
It had all come about quite by accident. Draco had gone for a walk outside after dinner in an attempt to escape the well-meaning but insufferable Pansy.
Merlin, she was relentless.
Ever since their disastrous snogging session in fourth year, she had become single-minded - at least where he was concerned. It was Draco's own fault. The only reason he'd grabbed her and initiated a game of tonsil quidditch in the first place was because he was so turned on by the sight of Weasley in his god-awful dress robes. How anyone could be turned on by such a pitiful sight was beyond reason but well he had been and Pansy's was the nearest available tongue.
It had started off well. Pansy was obviously very happy - well, who wouldn't be? But after ten minutes his imagination had given out. It just took too much effort to imagine that her rather bony arse belonged to the strapping redhead Draco actually had in mind.
After the tears had dried - embarrassingly his not hers - they'd had a long heart to heart. It turned out that Pansy had had her suspicions for some time and was actually - ear splittingly high pitched if memory served - more pleased to have a gay best friend than a horny boyfriend. Just his luck. She had spent the next three years fixing Draco up with a variety of eligible young men, while all the time urging him to "go for it" with the Weasel. Draco had tolerated it rather well until recently when she had become quite impossible.
It had started a few weeks back. While they were sitting at breakfast Pansy had leaned over and whispered in Draco's ear.
Not terribly awful in itself, though it had distracted him from his cornflakes. Luckily so, as it turned out. Because Draco was quite sure, had he been eating then there was a good chance that Crabbe, who'd been sitting opposite him at the time, would have ended up with a face full of cereal. Which while improving Vincent's visage would have done nothing for Draco's own dignity.
For dear old Pansy had been whispering to him what Weasley was wearing under his robes that day. She had gone on to say how sexy each article of clothing looked on him and exactly how long it would take to remove said articles with one's teeth.
Recovering from the images her words had conjured in his head, Draco had been furious at what he perceived as her own lust for HIS redhead. Pansy had spent the next two weeks driving him into a jealous frenzy with her daily "Weasel Report" as she termed it.
When Draco could take it no longer and had angrily confronted her, threatening a number of Unforgivables in the process, Pansy had confessed that it was all an elaborate ploy designed to get him to, "finally get your arse in gear and jump Weasley's bones before they become too brittle from old age, you moron."
See? Quite impossible.
~~~
So, there Draco had been wandering aimlessly around the grounds when he had spotted the object of his affections running towards the Forbidden Forest. He'd expected to see the other two members of the famous trio somewhere in the vicinity but then, he noticed Granger's cat just ahead of the running boy.
Why was he chasing that ginger fleabag?
Draco knew from his own observations that Weasley was far from fond of the ugly brute but he would have thought that the Gryffindor's ingrained sense of kindness to all living things - Slytherins excepted - would have prohibited outright cruelty. Perhaps the boy had finally come to his senses and woken up to the joys of torturing.
Well, this could be interesting. And Draco had made the impulsive decision to follow.
Draco had easily been able to track the Weasel - "stealthy" was not a word one would readily apply to Weasley. Even when the fog had deepened and the trees grew denser taking the little remaining light, trailing the other boy was easy.
It soon became clear, however, that Ron hadn't been quite as successful with his own quarry. It was really rather amusing listening to the poor lad cursing and calling the cat every evil name he could think of. Then, it got really funny when the half-wit started talking to himself.
At first, Draco had panicked thinking the Weasel had seen him and was shouting at him to shut up. He was just about to snap back that he hadn't actually said anything when he realised that the Gryffindor was actually shouting at himself. Either that or Weasley had started hearing voices (a schizophrenic Weasel...what an intriguing thought. What were the chances of one of Weasley's multiple personalities having lax morals and an insatiable sexual appetite? Well, Draco could dream...).
Draco continued to listen to the other boy trying hard not to laugh. So, that was it. He'd kicked the cat and now felt obliged to fetch it back safely into Granger's arms.
What an idiot. Draco couldn't hold back the snigger. Now the silly boy was quite obviously lost and just beginning to realise it. Draco stopped and watched the Gryffindor lean up against a tree.
Lucky fucking tree.
Spiders? Why was Weasley talking about spiders? Oh, that's right he was arachnophobic wasn't he? And here he was, poor bastard, in the middle of a dark forest known for it's Acromantula.
I'd think him incredibly brave, Draco thought, except I know that the daft bugger didn't actually think it through before he came charging in here. Still, he does look cute all panicked and scared.
Where was Weasley's wand, Draco wondered? Surely he'd brought it with him? After all, what sort of moron runs into the Forbidden Forest after dark without his wand?
He was startled by a sudden outburst from the other boy.
Prefects badge? Who the fuck wanted Weasley's prefects badge?
Draco began to fear for the Gryffindor's sanity. Especially when the redhead started laughing out loud.
Oh oh, he's talking again. Keep listening, Draco, who knows what you might learn.
This preoccupation with spiders was rather endearing in a neurotic sort of way.
Distraction? I could give him something to distract him, Draco thought eagerly.
POTTER! Why was he thinking about Harry Potter when he could be thinking about Draco? No taste Weasley, no taste at all. Draco shook his head sadly as he followed along in the shadows.
Oh, so that was it. Weasley was scared of fog as well as spiders. Oh, you poor thing, Draco thought gleefully, I am so going to have you. Ah, Potter again...yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah...Kiss. Weasley just said "kiss". Now "snog". Draco definitely heard the word snog.
Thank you, thank you , thank...
What does he mean except ME? Bastard!
Draco huffed in righteous indignation.
Weasley, meanwhile, had stopped walking and seemed to be trying to see through the mist that surrounded them. Then, Draco thought all his Christmas' had come at once as the stunning redhead suddenly declared loudly to the forest at large that actually he would snog Draco after all.
And I should bloody well hope so, Draco concurred. Breathing heavily, Draco tried to reign in his own reaction to that heady thought, only to be brought up sharply by the next words out of that delicious mouth.
Eew! Eew! Eew!
Father? Ick! And now Dobby? Ooh Weasley, you are one sick puppy.
Just a minute, did he say "anything"? He'd do "anything"? Well, brace yourself, Weasel, 'cos here I come...Fuck! Where's he going?
The other boy had started to run.
Fuck that, Draco thought, he's not getting away, not now that he's declared that he's willing to be the sex slave of whoever saves him.
And he had set off at a run after the fleeing Gryffindor.
Thankfully, the silly bugger soon come to a halt.
Good job. Draco prided himself on his fitness but it was a bit of a struggle to keep up with those long legs...mmm...LONG legs...Puts up with YOU? Draco snorted loudly in disgust.
Did Weasley really just wonder how the Boy Who Gives Me A Migraine puts up with HIM? He really needed to work on his self-esteem. Oh we're moving again. Does he have any idea how magnificent he is? Tall, utterly fuckable, tall, brave, loyal, tall, funny. Did I mention tall? And what was Potter? Short, utterly detestable, short, whiny, self-serving, short, and a four eyed, short, git. He was lucky to have Weasley as his friend, willing to put up with the conceited, muggle-reared midget.
Teddy bears?
How did he get on to teddy bears?
Draco was finding it hard to follow the redhead's train of thought.
Oh, okay, now I'm thinking about Weasley hugging a teddy bear. Draco sniggered loudly.
Oops, Weasley heard that. Perhaps Draco needed to be a bit more discreet.
Oh, another rest stop. And why are the trees getting all the Weasley action? Wonder how hard it would be to transfigure oneself into a tree...
Ooh, wait up, Weasley just mentioned me. That's more like it. Obsessing about me no doubt. Of course, it had to happen one day. So, Weasley you're wondering what I'd do?
Well, Weasel, after I'd finished ripping your clothes off with my teeth - thank you Pansy for the tip -I'd...POTTER! We're back to bloody POTTER again! Way to ruin the mood Weasley. Snape? McGONAGALL? Okay must stop this now before I'm left mentally scarred for life.
And with that, Draco stepped forward and pressed a throbbing body up against the delectable Gryffindor.
Now for some fun.
"Guess who?"
Draco couldn't believe how good this felt. This close, breathing Weasley in. Voldemort, he smelled good. And so warm. So right.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Weasel but Daddy and Dobby couldn't make it."
Draco could feel the body in front of him tense as recognition set in. Okay, brace yourself, Draco, here come the fists.
But the Weasel didn't move. Well, that was unexpected.
Is he really that scared, Draco wondered? Right, let's see how far I can go before he kills me.
He pressed a little closer and practically stuck his tongue down the Weasel's ear. "Guess yet, Weaselbee?"
To Draco's continued surprise the boy still didn't react.
Well, Draco thought, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.
Pressing closer still, he whispered. "I claim my reward. And I promise I won't faint or vomit."
What do you mean - what reward? Oh, stop trying to be coy, Weasley. We both know what I mean.
"Oh, I think you know."
Right, here it comes - get ready to duck, Draco.
Still nothing?
Fuck.
The poor dumb bastard really didn't have a clue. This obviously required a more drastic approach.
Nice as it is to be pressed up against your arse, Weasel, I think it would be rather nice to see your face about now.
With a certain amount of reluctance, Draco dropped his hands from Weasley's eyes and moved to face him.
He was taken aback at the other boy's panicked response. Oh, he thought I was leaving. Yeah right, like that's going to happen. ANYTHING? Did he just say he'd do "anything" if I stayed?
Merlin, I love that cat.
"Define anything..."
Might as well get some clarification; want to make sure I have my story straight just in case this ever goes to trial.
Git? Oops busted. Here come the fists; better come clean.
He sounds so hurt. And he has a point. How could I have stayed away for so long? When he looked like this. So appealing.
Draco took a step closer to the striking boy in front of him.
"I don't know. Seeing you, looking at you like this, I honestly don't know how I could have stayed concealed for so long. And I'm sorry I did."
I won't make that mistake again. Don't move away, Weasley.
Out of here?
Are you insane?
We are so not going anywhere.
"Oh, I couldn't possibly. Not until I have my reward...after all you promised."
Accept it, Weasel, we are going to snog today. Merlin, I've thought about this for so long. Touching his chest. Close enough to feel his breath. Look at that mouth. So red. So...
"Oh, I think you do."
"I am so fucked."
"Not yet, Weaselbee."
Oh dear. I think I may have pushed him over the edge. Poor thing looks positively terrified. Calm down, Weasley. We'll take it slow. Don't want to scare you off. Not now I've decided I'm going to keep you.
"Sssh..."
There now, it's not so bad is it? God his skin is so soft. This is crazy, I really should get the fuck out of here. Quick.
"It's okay breathe...just breathe."
Draco had meant that for himself but it seemed to have a calming effect on the boy in front of him too. And he tried; tried to breathe, to not get lost in the sight before him...light eyelashes resting on a pale cheek; perfect, porcelain skin framed by a halo of deepest red...
Oh shit, I am in deep, deep trouble here.
Eyes slowly opened and Draco was enveloped in blue. Leaning close.
Oh Merlin, I'm going to do it. I'm finally going to do it.
And he did.
He should have been disappointed. It should have been a let down. All those years living it in his head, in his dreams. How could it live up to that?
And yet...
Author: hull1984
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Adult Language
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: Part 2 : Ron is lost in the fog - in the dark - in the Forbidden Forest. And Draco is a very happy bunny.(Written prior to the release of HBP. So no spoilers!)
Author’s Notes: This is for the wonderful Jux who has managed to quell my panic and talk me through 'lj-cuts'! You are a complete star to take the time to help when others were content to just point out the error. Thank you.
THE ‘HOW’ TRILOGY
PART 2
How Draco Learned To Love Ugly Cats, Huge Spiders And Fog
Draco hadn't planned to follow the Weasel.
But when he'd seen the tall redhead running after that ugly cat of Granger's he couldn't resist. A chance to watch the other boy alone was just too tempting. For once he would be able to enjoy the view without Scarhead and the Mudblood spoiling it.
As it was, not only had Draco been able to admire the Gryffindor's obvious assets, he'd also managed to learn a lot more about the fiery redhead.
Like how luscious his arse looked clad in black jeans - actually that was a lie - he'd already known that for sometime - robes really ought to be hauled up before a jury for crimes against humanity! No the lusciousness of Weasley's arse came as no surprise, he just liked mentioning it.
But he had learned some new things too. Like this fear of fog. Draco had known about the arachnophobia, after Lupin's class who didn't? But this fog thing was something new.
Of course, he'd immediately started to scheme. Perhaps if he could scare the gorgeous boy badly enough then Weasley would be reduced to a babbling wreck, with little or no strength to fight off a horny Slytherin.
Aaah, the possibilities…
What Draco hadn't reckoned with was having to battle with his own urge to rush forward and wrap the poor frightened idiot in his arms. But Weasley was just too adorable when scared shitless - really the silly boy wasn't safe to be let out on his own.
~~~
It had all come about quite by accident. Draco had gone for a walk outside after dinner in an attempt to escape the well-meaning but insufferable Pansy.
Merlin, she was relentless.
Ever since their disastrous snogging session in fourth year, she had become single-minded - at least where he was concerned. It was Draco's own fault. The only reason he'd grabbed her and initiated a game of tonsil quidditch in the first place was because he was so turned on by the sight of Weasley in his god-awful dress robes. How anyone could be turned on by such a pitiful sight was beyond reason but well he had been and Pansy's was the nearest available tongue.
It had started off well. Pansy was obviously very happy - well, who wouldn't be? But after ten minutes his imagination had given out. It just took too much effort to imagine that her rather bony arse belonged to the strapping redhead Draco actually had in mind.
After the tears had dried - embarrassingly his not hers - they'd had a long heart to heart. It turned out that Pansy had had her suspicions for some time and was actually - ear splittingly high pitched if memory served - more pleased to have a gay best friend than a horny boyfriend. Just his luck. She had spent the next three years fixing Draco up with a variety of eligible young men, while all the time urging him to "go for it" with the Weasel. Draco had tolerated it rather well until recently when she had become quite impossible.
It had started a few weeks back. While they were sitting at breakfast Pansy had leaned over and whispered in Draco's ear.
Not terribly awful in itself, though it had distracted him from his cornflakes. Luckily so, as it turned out. Because Draco was quite sure, had he been eating then there was a good chance that Crabbe, who'd been sitting opposite him at the time, would have ended up with a face full of cereal. Which while improving Vincent's visage would have done nothing for Draco's own dignity.
For dear old Pansy had been whispering to him what Weasley was wearing under his robes that day. She had gone on to say how sexy each article of clothing looked on him and exactly how long it would take to remove said articles with one's teeth.
Recovering from the images her words had conjured in his head, Draco had been furious at what he perceived as her own lust for HIS redhead. Pansy had spent the next two weeks driving him into a jealous frenzy with her daily "Weasel Report" as she termed it.
When Draco could take it no longer and had angrily confronted her, threatening a number of Unforgivables in the process, Pansy had confessed that it was all an elaborate ploy designed to get him to, "finally get your arse in gear and jump Weasley's bones before they become too brittle from old age, you moron."
See? Quite impossible.
~~~
So, there Draco had been wandering aimlessly around the grounds when he had spotted the object of his affections running towards the Forbidden Forest. He'd expected to see the other two members of the famous trio somewhere in the vicinity but then, he noticed Granger's cat just ahead of the running boy.
Why was he chasing that ginger fleabag?
Draco knew from his own observations that Weasley was far from fond of the ugly brute but he would have thought that the Gryffindor's ingrained sense of kindness to all living things - Slytherins excepted - would have prohibited outright cruelty. Perhaps the boy had finally come to his senses and woken up to the joys of torturing.
Well, this could be interesting. And Draco had made the impulsive decision to follow.
Draco had easily been able to track the Weasel - "stealthy" was not a word one would readily apply to Weasley. Even when the fog had deepened and the trees grew denser taking the little remaining light, trailing the other boy was easy.
It soon became clear, however, that Ron hadn't been quite as successful with his own quarry. It was really rather amusing listening to the poor lad cursing and calling the cat every evil name he could think of. Then, it got really funny when the half-wit started talking to himself.
At first, Draco had panicked thinking the Weasel had seen him and was shouting at him to shut up. He was just about to snap back that he hadn't actually said anything when he realised that the Gryffindor was actually shouting at himself. Either that or Weasley had started hearing voices (a schizophrenic Weasel...what an intriguing thought. What were the chances of one of Weasley's multiple personalities having lax morals and an insatiable sexual appetite? Well, Draco could dream...).
Draco continued to listen to the other boy trying hard not to laugh. So, that was it. He'd kicked the cat and now felt obliged to fetch it back safely into Granger's arms.
What an idiot. Draco couldn't hold back the snigger. Now the silly boy was quite obviously lost and just beginning to realise it. Draco stopped and watched the Gryffindor lean up against a tree.
Lucky fucking tree.
Spiders? Why was Weasley talking about spiders? Oh, that's right he was arachnophobic wasn't he? And here he was, poor bastard, in the middle of a dark forest known for it's Acromantula.
I'd think him incredibly brave, Draco thought, except I know that the daft bugger didn't actually think it through before he came charging in here. Still, he does look cute all panicked and scared.
Where was Weasley's wand, Draco wondered? Surely he'd brought it with him? After all, what sort of moron runs into the Forbidden Forest after dark without his wand?
He was startled by a sudden outburst from the other boy.
Prefects badge? Who the fuck wanted Weasley's prefects badge?
Draco began to fear for the Gryffindor's sanity. Especially when the redhead started laughing out loud.
Oh oh, he's talking again. Keep listening, Draco, who knows what you might learn.
This preoccupation with spiders was rather endearing in a neurotic sort of way.
Distraction? I could give him something to distract him, Draco thought eagerly.
POTTER! Why was he thinking about Harry Potter when he could be thinking about Draco? No taste Weasley, no taste at all. Draco shook his head sadly as he followed along in the shadows.
Oh, so that was it. Weasley was scared of fog as well as spiders. Oh, you poor thing, Draco thought gleefully, I am so going to have you. Ah, Potter again...yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah...Kiss. Weasley just said "kiss". Now "snog". Draco definitely heard the word snog.
Thank you, thank you , thank...
What does he mean except ME? Bastard!
Draco huffed in righteous indignation.
Weasley, meanwhile, had stopped walking and seemed to be trying to see through the mist that surrounded them. Then, Draco thought all his Christmas' had come at once as the stunning redhead suddenly declared loudly to the forest at large that actually he would snog Draco after all.
And I should bloody well hope so, Draco concurred. Breathing heavily, Draco tried to reign in his own reaction to that heady thought, only to be brought up sharply by the next words out of that delicious mouth.
Eew! Eew! Eew!
Father? Ick! And now Dobby? Ooh Weasley, you are one sick puppy.
Just a minute, did he say "anything"? He'd do "anything"? Well, brace yourself, Weasel, 'cos here I come...Fuck! Where's he going?
The other boy had started to run.
Fuck that, Draco thought, he's not getting away, not now that he's declared that he's willing to be the sex slave of whoever saves him.
And he had set off at a run after the fleeing Gryffindor.
Thankfully, the silly bugger soon come to a halt.
Good job. Draco prided himself on his fitness but it was a bit of a struggle to keep up with those long legs...mmm...LONG legs...Puts up with YOU? Draco snorted loudly in disgust.
Did Weasley really just wonder how the Boy Who Gives Me A Migraine puts up with HIM? He really needed to work on his self-esteem. Oh we're moving again. Does he have any idea how magnificent he is? Tall, utterly fuckable, tall, brave, loyal, tall, funny. Did I mention tall? And what was Potter? Short, utterly detestable, short, whiny, self-serving, short, and a four eyed, short, git. He was lucky to have Weasley as his friend, willing to put up with the conceited, muggle-reared midget.
Teddy bears?
How did he get on to teddy bears?
Draco was finding it hard to follow the redhead's train of thought.
Oh, okay, now I'm thinking about Weasley hugging a teddy bear. Draco sniggered loudly.
Oops, Weasley heard that. Perhaps Draco needed to be a bit more discreet.
Oh, another rest stop. And why are the trees getting all the Weasley action? Wonder how hard it would be to transfigure oneself into a tree...
Ooh, wait up, Weasley just mentioned me. That's more like it. Obsessing about me no doubt. Of course, it had to happen one day. So, Weasley you're wondering what I'd do?
Well, Weasel, after I'd finished ripping your clothes off with my teeth - thank you Pansy for the tip -I'd...POTTER! We're back to bloody POTTER again! Way to ruin the mood Weasley. Snape? McGONAGALL? Okay must stop this now before I'm left mentally scarred for life.
And with that, Draco stepped forward and pressed a throbbing body up against the delectable Gryffindor.
Now for some fun.
"Guess who?"
Draco couldn't believe how good this felt. This close, breathing Weasley in. Voldemort, he smelled good. And so warm. So right.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Weasel but Daddy and Dobby couldn't make it."
Draco could feel the body in front of him tense as recognition set in. Okay, brace yourself, Draco, here come the fists.
But the Weasel didn't move. Well, that was unexpected.
Is he really that scared, Draco wondered? Right, let's see how far I can go before he kills me.
He pressed a little closer and practically stuck his tongue down the Weasel's ear. "Guess yet, Weaselbee?"
To Draco's continued surprise the boy still didn't react.
Well, Draco thought, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.
Pressing closer still, he whispered. "I claim my reward. And I promise I won't faint or vomit."
What do you mean - what reward? Oh, stop trying to be coy, Weasley. We both know what I mean.
"Oh, I think you know."
Right, here it comes - get ready to duck, Draco.
Still nothing?
Fuck.
The poor dumb bastard really didn't have a clue. This obviously required a more drastic approach.
Nice as it is to be pressed up against your arse, Weasel, I think it would be rather nice to see your face about now.
With a certain amount of reluctance, Draco dropped his hands from Weasley's eyes and moved to face him.
He was taken aback at the other boy's panicked response. Oh, he thought I was leaving. Yeah right, like that's going to happen. ANYTHING? Did he just say he'd do "anything" if I stayed?
Merlin, I love that cat.
"Define anything..."
Might as well get some clarification; want to make sure I have my story straight just in case this ever goes to trial.
Git? Oops busted. Here come the fists; better come clean.
He sounds so hurt. And he has a point. How could I have stayed away for so long? When he looked like this. So appealing.
Draco took a step closer to the striking boy in front of him.
"I don't know. Seeing you, looking at you like this, I honestly don't know how I could have stayed concealed for so long. And I'm sorry I did."
I won't make that mistake again. Don't move away, Weasley.
Out of here?
Are you insane?
We are so not going anywhere.
"Oh, I couldn't possibly. Not until I have my reward...after all you promised."
Accept it, Weasel, we are going to snog today. Merlin, I've thought about this for so long. Touching his chest. Close enough to feel his breath. Look at that mouth. So red. So...
"Oh, I think you do."
"I am so fucked."
"Not yet, Weaselbee."
Oh dear. I think I may have pushed him over the edge. Poor thing looks positively terrified. Calm down, Weasley. We'll take it slow. Don't want to scare you off. Not now I've decided I'm going to keep you.
"Sssh..."
There now, it's not so bad is it? God his skin is so soft. This is crazy, I really should get the fuck out of here. Quick.
"It's okay breathe...just breathe."
Draco had meant that for himself but it seemed to have a calming effect on the boy in front of him too. And he tried; tried to breathe, to not get lost in the sight before him...light eyelashes resting on a pale cheek; perfect, porcelain skin framed by a halo of deepest red...
Oh shit, I am in deep, deep trouble here.
Eyes slowly opened and Draco was enveloped in blue. Leaning close.
Oh Merlin, I'm going to do it. I'm finally going to do it.
And he did.
He should have been disappointed. It should have been a let down. All those years living it in his head, in his dreams. How could it live up to that?
And yet...