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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Ron_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Slash_sex, Out_of_Character, Sexual_Content, Alternate_Universe, Humor,
      Parody, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Collections:
      HPFandom
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      Published: 2008-03-25 Words: 2270
****** Something He Can Feel ******
by sisterae [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Draco should know better than to eavesdrop.
Notes
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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 Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being
made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Notes (I’m not really sure where this came from. I actually wrote the more
explicit scenes first as a drabble of sorts but it just didn’t feel complete
until I added everything at the beginning. Again, I’m beta less and so if you
see any glaring errors feel free to blame me as I can’t catch everything. See
above for standard disclaimer.)
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Draco had a habit of skulking. He couldn’t seem to help it and it didn’t help
that he’d been excluded from most of the conversations held nightly at 12
Grimmauld Place. Not that he had any real desire to interact with the Weasels
and Potty. It was strictly men that night, as Mrs. Weasel had taken the other
females back to their burrow for the night. The only ones in the library were
the twins, scar head and his sidekick. He could hear the twins’ laughter and he
moved closer, trying to listen in.
“So, did you shag her?” George asked, or was it Fred?
No one answered at first and then another voice cut in.
“Come on, you have to tell us.”
Unless they were speaking to the other twin, which didn’t seem likely, the only
person left to question was Weaselby. Peering around the doorframe he watched
as the boys face flushed as he flung himself back across the sofa.
“I can’t tell you that.”
“He did!” One of the twins cried, nudging the other as they laughed again.
“Is she hooked yet?” Potty asked, waggling his eyebrows lewdly and Draco
couldn’t help but scoff.
Unfortunately, that drew the attention of the occupants of the room and four
pairs of eyes turned in his direction.
“Hear something funny Malfoy?”
That from Potter and Draco rolled his eyes, leaning against the doorframe
knowing he couldn’t rush back upstairs as if he’d never been caught.
“Just the thought that some bint would ever be hooked on anything Weaselbys
got.”
The twins let out simultaneous peals of laughter and the Weasel sunk lower into
the sofa.
“Put it this way…”
“…Ronnikins is the…”
“…Second largest thing…”
“… Romilda’s ever had…”
“…between her legs!”
Piecing together their broken sentences Draco raised a mocking eyebrow as he
glanced down between Weasley’s legs.
“Prove it.”
The twins seemed to find that idea even more hilarious and began to egg their
younger brother on while Potter tried to talk him out of it. Weasley only
narrowed his eyes a bit, seemingly ignoring the advice being flung his way
before he pushed himself up off the seat he’d been burrowing into. He hadn’t
expected to be taken seriously but he hid his surprise well.
“After you.” Weasley said, gesturing towards the stairs.
Tensing against the shiver that ran up his spine Draco sneered a bit and turned
to head for the bedroom he’d appropriated for himself. He couldn’t wait to mock
Weasley once he’d seen what little the other boy had to offer.
Once he’d closed the door behind them he leaned back against it, arms crossed
over his chest as he waited. Weasley stood a few feet away from him, arms
hanging loosely at his sides.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Draco asked, growing impatient as Weasley
continued to just stand there.
“You want it hard or soft?”
“Hard, if you think you can manage.”
He hoped his tone was sufficiently mocking to hide the anticipation he couldn’t
help but feel. Weasley closed his eyes, running a hand down his chest to his
zip where he pressed lightly and then harder. Draco hadn’t a clue what he was
imagining but he let out a soft moan and rocked his hips into his hand. It
didn’t take long really, not as long as it should have taken for someone
supposedly not interested but he wasn’t about to complain. Not long after
Weasley undid his trousers, pulling the zip down slowly. He didn’t reach in but
pushed the denim down over his hips, pants and all and Draco blinked once,
twice as he tried to compose himself.
It was big, bigger than anything he’d seen in the showers after Quidditch. Up
there with the likes of which he’d seen in one of Pansy’s Playwitch rags. It
was hard and thick, standing out from a tangled nest of ginger curls. He
wondered briefly if it made it hard for him to ride a broom before throwing the
thought away. Now that he’d seen it, he couldn’t help but want to touch it. It
was simple really, he reasoned, Weasley was a freak of nature, a bloody human
tripod and he was simply doing research.
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They didn’t speak of it again but that didn’t mean Draco didn’t think about it,
sitting through dinner, passing the library, whenever he saw Weasley. He
couldn’t seem to get it out of his head. And the more he thought about it the
more he wanted to see it again, to touch it, taste it, feel it inside him. It
was driving him spare.
He did resolve one thing though; he had to make Weasley want him. Want him
enough to do something about it. It took longer than he’d anticipated. He’d had
to use all the subtle manipulation he’d learned from years of watching his
father deal with those in power. He’d tempered his insults but didn’t stop them
entirely, that’d just be suspicious. He spent more time in the library while
the others were there though he didn’t partake in their conversations, choosing
to read instead. And he managed to brush against Weasley every chance he got.
One evening as he’d been in the library he found an excuse to ask for
assistance in reaching a book on one of the higher shelves. He knew he could
have used magic but he hoped Weasley, who stood a good head taller than him,
would be too dim witted to think about it. Fortunately for him he was. When
Weasley came to stand behind him to reach for the book he stumbled back, purely
by accident if asked and pressed his arse right into Weasleys lap. The git
froze and Draco pressed back just a bit more only to feel an answering thrust
in return. Pressing a little harder, he pulled away and Weasley grabbed the
book, handing it to him calmly before heading back to his seat. Weasley came to
him that night.
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Draco didn’t get to do more than touch at first. Weasley only seemed interested
in a quick hand job before rushing back to the room he shared with Potter. He’d
snarled out a warning the first night that no one could know and Draco didn’t
mind, as long as he could play. He managed to sneak the blowjob not long after.
They never kissed and when Weasley leaned back and threw an arm over his eyes
Draco had swooped down and sucked his cock into his mouth. The first taste had
been sharp but slightly sweet and he’d sucked hard before Weasley could push
him away. Feeling the spongy head pressing against the back of his throat he’d
moaned, enjoying that fluttering feeling he’d gotten as his air way was
blocked.
Weasley never said anything after that, letting Draco suck him to his hearts
content but it didn’t take long before sucking wasn’t enough. He decided that
the next time Weasley came to his room he’d get what he really wanted, no
matter what. When everyone else had finally settled in for the night Weasley
snuck into the room and Draco lay waiting, body trembling slightly as Ron, as
he’d decided to call him, at least in his mind, got a good look at him. Ron
took one look at him, pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the
floor.
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Two blunt calloused fingers forced their way inside him and Draco moaned. It
didn’t matter that it went against years of pureblood training, Ron flicked his
fingers upwards and Draco let out high-pitched cry. He loved it like this, laid
out naked like a common slag, thighs spread wide as his body was owned. Ron
continued to fuck him with his fingers, pressing biting kisses to his inner
thighs, smiling at the pale skin streaked angry red.
“F-fuck me!”
“Not yet.” Ron replied calmly, licking the soft skin behind Draco’s bollocks.
Draco’s hips arched off the bed as he whined, desperate for more. He didn’t
have to wait long as Ron pulled back to lick a stripe up Draco’s prick, sucking
the head into his mouth with a moan. Draco really did scream then, the suction
and the subtle nick of teeth around the crown making his hips jerk and the
fingers inside him sink deeper. Ron didn’t seem to mind though; he slid his
mouth down further still, sucking deeply until it hit the back of his throat.
Breathing deeply through his nose, he swallowed, pressing his thumb against
Draco’s perineum even as his fingers pressed deeply against his prostate. Draco
arched off the bed with a scream, cumming torrents down Ron’s throat.
Ron pulled off with a grin, looking down at Draco who was still gasping for
breath. Reaching down to adjust himself inside his trousers, he couldn’t help
but smirk as Draco’s eyes followed his movements.
“Is that for me?” Draco asked, licking his lips as he spread his legs further
in invitation.
“Nah, thought I’d finish myself off, you look knackered.”
Though Ron was only taking the piss, he kept his face straight as he reached
down to undo the top button of his trousers. Draco’s face screwed up into a
scowl but it passed quickly. Running a hand down his own stomach to collect the
cooling cum he reached between his legs, slowly letting his fingers slide
across his hole. It clenched, practically begging to be filled. Ron watched
intently as Draco slowly stuck one and then two fingers inside himself, eyes
dropping closed as he shifted his hips.
“Ugh… fuck… please!”
Ron felt his cock jerk in its confines and slowly pulled the zip down, almost
sighing in relief when it sprang free. He knew exactly what Draco was doing but
he couldn’t care less.
“What was that?”
“Please!” Draco whimpered, working his hips as his fingers sunk deeper into his
own body. “Give it to me… oh… feels so good....”
Stroking his cock a few times Ron reached forward, yanking Draco’s arm away. He
could see that little pink hole, reddened from their attentions. Inching
forward on his knees, he slid between Draco’s outstretched thighs and lined
himself up. He felt the pressure at first, keeping him out before it gave and
he popped through that first ring of muscle. Draco moaned, pressing his hips
out to take more. He paused for a second before pushing straight through and
then it was heat and wet and perfect.
Rolling his hips Ron watched as his pelvis ground against Draco’s arse, pulling
back barely an inch before thrusting forward again, mesmerized by the sight.
Draco moaned again, thoroughly pleased with himself for getting what he wanted,
Ron, hard and thick inside him. Pushing back, he watched as Ron closed his eyes
and grinned a bit.
“That’s it.” Ron said, gritting his teeth. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Draco was happy to comply, rocking his hips back and forth as much as Ron would
allow, sighing and panting as he found his rhythm. Soon he was rolling his
hips, feeling Ron’s cock brush across his prostate with every thrust and he
worked harder. He could feel it building, drawing his balls up tight just as
Ron pulled back, slamming forward as he spread his thighs farther apart. It
made him gasp, that thrust and he could only clutch at the headboard as Ron set
up a steady plowing pace. He could feel his body sliding across the sheets, up
and then back down as Ron pulled at him to meet his thrusts.
His cock bounced against his belly with each thrust, leaving sticky trails of
pre cum in its wake. Ron’s face was flushed and his bottom lip was caught
between his teeth and Draco only wanted to be fucked harder. Throwing his head
back with a cry on a particularly brutal thrust Draco tried to keep up, hips
stuttering as Ron moved faster.
“Oh… f-fuck… Ron – I… fuuuuaagh!” Draco cried, cock jerking as he came again,
bearing down hard as his eyes rolled back.
Seconds later Ron joined him with a strangled groan, pressing impossibly closer
as his hips jerked roughly. Panting, Draco relaxed against the mattress,
tightening around the now softening cock inside him. Ron gave a little moan
before pulling back, away from Draco’s grasping body. Collapsing onto the bed
beside him Ron did some panting of his own as he came down.
“Don’t be so bloody loud next time.”
“Don’t see why I shouldn't,” Draco snapped, reaching out to grab Ron’s still
sensitive prick. “This is mine, it’s about time they all knew.”
Ron could only roll his eyes, wondering briefly if he should be worried about
Draco’s apparent possessiveness as he drifted off to sleep.
 
As Ron’s breathing evened out Draco gave the cock he held a gentle squeeze,
moving closer to rest his head on Ron’s chest, he had what he wanted and he
didn’t plan on letting go.
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