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icarusAh... complicated relationships. But you'll have to wait till the next Boozefest to see all the sex. ;)
Here's 'Scarred.'
... More about Ron/Draco...
Scarred
by Icarus
Ron slammed down a glass. He had come to a decision.
Well, it wasn't really a decision so much as something he had to do, before he went completely mad watching Draco. Ron wasn't possessive. He just… he hadn't much left now, for all that his family and friends had survived the war intact. After the defeat of the Death Eaters, Ron's rescue, and the collapse of the Ministry where he and other prisoners worked for longer than he cared to remember. He had had something there, at the Ministry. And now it was slipping away.
Those who tried to place his old life back in his hands didn't understand, that he didn't belong in that old life.
So Ron found himself marooned at this pathetic, stupid, dull Hogwarts dance, a useless attempt to pretend things were normal when Hogwarts was half-empty and nobody felt like dancing… Ron stalked across the Great Hall to Draco Malfoy. He was not sure what he planned to say.
Draco's eyes narrowed suspiciously at Ron's approach. Then the hard smile plastered itself across Draco's face as Ron brushed through puzzled Slytherins. It was Draco's worried, what-do-you-want? look. The Slytherins, of course, didn't know Draco had lived with Ron all those months in house arrest at the Ministry. They worked together for the Death Eaters, and for Lucius Malfoy. Planned Lucius' death. Neither he nor Ron dreamed that they'd survive it. Would they have done the same crazy things, if they thought they'd be facing each other at Hogwarts again? Ron wasn't sure. But he knew that he didn't regret a moment of it.
Draco gave Ron a fake smile, and a slight breathless laugh. "Weasley." Months of memories went into that uncomfortable sound.
"Gonna tell me to fuck off, Draco?" Ron said. He already had his answer though, as Draco followed him aside.
"How literally would you take that?" Draco said challengingly, the ice clinking in his glass as he took another sip. Huh. As if Draco hadn't been a very willing participant.
"I wouldn't want you to look bad to the Draco Malfoy fan club," Ron crossed his arms. It would be great if Draco would be cooperative, just once. Outside of bed, that was.
"I'm a god to them," Draco said with a dismissive gesture. "I brought down Lucius Malfoy. I can do what I want." That wasn't exactly how it happened, but Ron decided to let it be. "And tell them what great blow jobs you give."
Ron blinked. "I thought you said I was terrible…?"
"I lied," Draco said unrepentantly.
"You're really hard on the ego."
"It was good for you."
"No it wasn't!"
"Yeah. I suppose not. But it was fun." Draco grinned maliciously. "So. Have you come here to ask me to dance?" His smile heated. Daring Ron.
Yes. It was Draco who had taught Ron how to dance, teased him, those drunken nights where there was nobody else in the world. There were probably no other guys dancing with guys in the Great Hall. But, hell, it was a piece of his old life back. Without a word, he led Draco by the hand out onto the dance floor and slipped his arms comfortably around Draco's waist. Yeah sure, he could feel the slight stir as people noticed.
Ron leaned his head on Draco's shoulder, smelling the familiar scent of his hair. Anchored, finally, in a world that looked the same, but was strange and changed. He felt Draco nuzzle and lean into him, and Draco's slight shiver, that meant he felt the same as Ron did. So lost in it all.
To his surprise, Ron seized Draco's shoulders as they danced almost to a standstill. He leaned down and kissed Draco, deeply, tilting his head for a better angle. Draco quickly responded, his breath a hiss. Ron was far in over his head, and he knew it. He couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop.
Detached from the world, Ron circled in his own private heaven. Light about them flooded out the outside world, intruders in the reality he and Draco had built over long months. Music floated around them, carried him away as he folded his arms around Draco, drinking him in, smoothed his back. Draco's heartbeat was warm and real against him. Ron's eyes shut in bliss.
He plundered Draco's lips again, as if they were safely alone again in his rooms at Lucius' Ministry, dancing to contraband Muggle music once more. That was the real world, where everything was upside-down and insane, but unexposed to this uncaring, too-bright light of expectations, family and friends. And a world that could never understand who he'd become and why. At the Ministry he could just love and feel and there wasn't a future, so who cared and so what. To Ron, freedom felt more like a cage than Lucius' prison had.
He realised this probably meant he was seriously fucked up; but so was Draco, so it was all right.
Draco sighed gently. Sex was the only time he was gentle. Then he snickered into Ron's mouth. "Potter just dropped his silverware."
Ron grunted softly, not liking the intrusion. "Harry… he can get another fork." Ron promised himself he would tell Harry. Later.
"Well, surprise, surprise. I never figured you for the 'let's shock everyone' type. I thought you were more the one to 'explain carefully so we don't offend anyone even-if-that's-not-possible' kind." Draco's voice was silvery. His hand slipped around to cup Ron's balls. "I like it."
A small warning spun through Ron that he shouldn't let Draco grope him in front of everyone at a Hogwarts dance, but that meant thinking. It meant giving in to what 'they' - whoever they were - wanted. He refused to do that. He shut Draco up with a kiss. That usually worked. Ron decided he wanted to go down on Draco. Watch him writhe for twenty minutes. At least.
"Got anyone to share your bed tonight?"
"You're really drunk, Weasley."
"No, I'm not, actually. Do you?"
"Then you're really desperate." Ron pondered that a moment. Well, when Draco was right, he was right.
"Do you?" Ron kissed his hair, trying not to hope too much. Draco was just the right kissing height.
"Of course I do."
Ron's face fell. He'd found someone else already? Oh, of course he had. He was Draco Malfoy.
Draco's hand slid over the front of Ron's robes again. "You. Obviously. Nice of you to save yourself for me. Judging by the size of things, you haven't come at all today. Yet."
His smile was evil. He enjoyed making Ron twitch. Ron smiled grimly, and ran his hand through Draco's hair. He would get Draco for that. And he knew exactly how.
"Let's go," Ron tugged Draco in the direction of the door.
"The music's still playing!" Draco complained. Ron rolled his eyes and huffed a sigh. "You plan to leave. In front of everyone? Together?" Draco laughed. "You're disgusting…" Draco's eyes glinted.
"…let's go."
They filtered through the small crowd; vague faces that looked familiar and changed gave them peculiar looks and dumbfounded stares. Those people - they hadn't been there at the Ministry. Hadn't been prisoners. They didn't know. Ron couldn't really face the looks he was getting, especially when Draco grabbed his arse in front of the Gryffindor table. But Ron stole another kiss in the archway of the Great Hall, feeling better than he had in a while.
Finis.
Here's 'Scarred.'
... More about Ron/Draco...
Scarred
by Icarus
Ron slammed down a glass. He had come to a decision.
Well, it wasn't really a decision so much as something he had to do, before he went completely mad watching Draco. Ron wasn't possessive. He just… he hadn't much left now, for all that his family and friends had survived the war intact. After the defeat of the Death Eaters, Ron's rescue, and the collapse of the Ministry where he and other prisoners worked for longer than he cared to remember. He had had something there, at the Ministry. And now it was slipping away.
Those who tried to place his old life back in his hands didn't understand, that he didn't belong in that old life.
So Ron found himself marooned at this pathetic, stupid, dull Hogwarts dance, a useless attempt to pretend things were normal when Hogwarts was half-empty and nobody felt like dancing… Ron stalked across the Great Hall to Draco Malfoy. He was not sure what he planned to say.
Draco's eyes narrowed suspiciously at Ron's approach. Then the hard smile plastered itself across Draco's face as Ron brushed through puzzled Slytherins. It was Draco's worried, what-do-you-want? look. The Slytherins, of course, didn't know Draco had lived with Ron all those months in house arrest at the Ministry. They worked together for the Death Eaters, and for Lucius Malfoy. Planned Lucius' death. Neither he nor Ron dreamed that they'd survive it. Would they have done the same crazy things, if they thought they'd be facing each other at Hogwarts again? Ron wasn't sure. But he knew that he didn't regret a moment of it.
Draco gave Ron a fake smile, and a slight breathless laugh. "Weasley." Months of memories went into that uncomfortable sound.
"Gonna tell me to fuck off, Draco?" Ron said. He already had his answer though, as Draco followed him aside.
"How literally would you take that?" Draco said challengingly, the ice clinking in his glass as he took another sip. Huh. As if Draco hadn't been a very willing participant.
"I wouldn't want you to look bad to the Draco Malfoy fan club," Ron crossed his arms. It would be great if Draco would be cooperative, just once. Outside of bed, that was.
"I'm a god to them," Draco said with a dismissive gesture. "I brought down Lucius Malfoy. I can do what I want." That wasn't exactly how it happened, but Ron decided to let it be. "And tell them what great blow jobs you give."
Ron blinked. "I thought you said I was terrible…?"
"I lied," Draco said unrepentantly.
"You're really hard on the ego."
"It was good for you."
"No it wasn't!"
"Yeah. I suppose not. But it was fun." Draco grinned maliciously. "So. Have you come here to ask me to dance?" His smile heated. Daring Ron.
Yes. It was Draco who had taught Ron how to dance, teased him, those drunken nights where there was nobody else in the world. There were probably no other guys dancing with guys in the Great Hall. But, hell, it was a piece of his old life back. Without a word, he led Draco by the hand out onto the dance floor and slipped his arms comfortably around Draco's waist. Yeah sure, he could feel the slight stir as people noticed.
Ron leaned his head on Draco's shoulder, smelling the familiar scent of his hair. Anchored, finally, in a world that looked the same, but was strange and changed. He felt Draco nuzzle and lean into him, and Draco's slight shiver, that meant he felt the same as Ron did. So lost in it all.
To his surprise, Ron seized Draco's shoulders as they danced almost to a standstill. He leaned down and kissed Draco, deeply, tilting his head for a better angle. Draco quickly responded, his breath a hiss. Ron was far in over his head, and he knew it. He couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop.
Detached from the world, Ron circled in his own private heaven. Light about them flooded out the outside world, intruders in the reality he and Draco had built over long months. Music floated around them, carried him away as he folded his arms around Draco, drinking him in, smoothed his back. Draco's heartbeat was warm and real against him. Ron's eyes shut in bliss.
He plundered Draco's lips again, as if they were safely alone again in his rooms at Lucius' Ministry, dancing to contraband Muggle music once more. That was the real world, where everything was upside-down and insane, but unexposed to this uncaring, too-bright light of expectations, family and friends. And a world that could never understand who he'd become and why. At the Ministry he could just love and feel and there wasn't a future, so who cared and so what. To Ron, freedom felt more like a cage than Lucius' prison had.
He realised this probably meant he was seriously fucked up; but so was Draco, so it was all right.
Draco sighed gently. Sex was the only time he was gentle. Then he snickered into Ron's mouth. "Potter just dropped his silverware."
Ron grunted softly, not liking the intrusion. "Harry… he can get another fork." Ron promised himself he would tell Harry. Later.
"Well, surprise, surprise. I never figured you for the 'let's shock everyone' type. I thought you were more the one to 'explain carefully so we don't offend anyone even-if-that's-not-possible' kind." Draco's voice was silvery. His hand slipped around to cup Ron's balls. "I like it."
A small warning spun through Ron that he shouldn't let Draco grope him in front of everyone at a Hogwarts dance, but that meant thinking. It meant giving in to what 'they' - whoever they were - wanted. He refused to do that. He shut Draco up with a kiss. That usually worked. Ron decided he wanted to go down on Draco. Watch him writhe for twenty minutes. At least.
"Got anyone to share your bed tonight?"
"You're really drunk, Weasley."
"No, I'm not, actually. Do you?"
"Then you're really desperate." Ron pondered that a moment. Well, when Draco was right, he was right.
"Do you?" Ron kissed his hair, trying not to hope too much. Draco was just the right kissing height.
"Of course I do."
Ron's face fell. He'd found someone else already? Oh, of course he had. He was Draco Malfoy.
Draco's hand slid over the front of Ron's robes again. "You. Obviously. Nice of you to save yourself for me. Judging by the size of things, you haven't come at all today. Yet."
His smile was evil. He enjoyed making Ron twitch. Ron smiled grimly, and ran his hand through Draco's hair. He would get Draco for that. And he knew exactly how.
"Let's go," Ron tugged Draco in the direction of the door.
"The music's still playing!" Draco complained. Ron rolled his eyes and huffed a sigh. "You plan to leave. In front of everyone? Together?" Draco laughed. "You're disgusting…" Draco's eyes glinted.
"…let's go."
They filtered through the small crowd; vague faces that looked familiar and changed gave them peculiar looks and dumbfounded stares. Those people - they hadn't been there at the Ministry. Hadn't been prisoners. They didn't know. Ron couldn't really face the looks he was getting, especially when Draco grabbed his arse in front of the Gryffindor table. But Ron stole another kiss in the archway of the Great Hall, feeling better than he had in a while.
Finis.
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Date: 2003-03-07 08:17 pm (UTC)I need to find another Beta for my Part II of Drunken Domesticity. Wilderness Guru still hates it. He calls it boring. Says there's not enough Snape. <------ Wilderness Guru has a Snape fetish.
Now working on my Boozefest contribution for the next cycle. Is it okay to combine other drugs in with the alcohol? The cross-dressing is coming alone just fine, thanky. I'm using your (very accurate) observation that 'dressing' often serves to intensify and set off the very male-ness (is that a word?) of the characters. They come across as female, aggressively female and daring. But not feminine. Hilariously, Ron is turning out to be feminine than Draco. Hey! I didn't plan that! ;)
~Icarus