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      Published: 2017-04-14 Chapters: 4/? Words: 7648
****** Under the Mask ******
by Deathangelgw
Summary
     Ron hates Draco...doesn't he?
***** Chapter 1 *****
Title: Under the Mask pt. 1/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Harry Potter and all subsequent characters belong to JKR. May she
not strike me for use and abuse!
Warnings: AU, OOC, sap, slash, angst, language, violence, post OotP so possible
spoilers
Pairings: Eventual RW/DM, hinted RW+HR+HP
Rating: R most of the time, NC-17 at certain places.
Summary: Ron hates Draco Malfoy…doesn't he?
Beta: MA
A/N: This is my first shot at this pairing that grew a plot. I'd like to thank
Sabershadowkat for inspiring me with her fic ‘Waiting for You’, which can be
found here: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/waitingforyou.html !
Also, thanks to MA for the beta as always! Love ya! Enjoy and please review!
 
'thoughts'
 
I don't want to know
If you're playin' me
Keep it on the low
Cuz my heart can’t take it anymore
And if you're playin' now
Please don't let it show
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
 
'I Don't Want To Know' By Mario Winans
 
Sighing softly as he sat next to Hermione, Ron leaned his cheek against his
fist while looking around the Hall. School had started again, filled with
tension and apprehension now that the Ministry had finally 'confirmed' that
Voldemort was indeed back. There was also a lot of tension surrounding his best
friend, Harry, as he was the focus now of many a wizarding family's hopes. And
the strain was getting to his best friend slowly.
 
Turning his eyes back to his two best friends, Ron eyed them thoughtfully,
critically. Hermione was edgy, yet she was still focusing on her homework, as
if in a try to keep as 'normal' as possible. Harry, on the other hand, didn't
look as healthy. His green eyes held a somewhat vacant haze to them, as if he
was lost in thought…or memories. More often than not, that was what he was
thinking on: Sirius, Voldemort, Dumbledore, and all of his mistakes that had
cost them --him-- so much. Hermione and Ron were getting to their wits' end in
trying to get Harry to even react to their own presence, much less take a care
of what was going on in life.
 
And that was how the summer and new school year had been riddled with tension
and worry. The students pointed and whispered as Harry walked through with Ron
and Hermione at his sides, protecting him from others, but it wasn't as if he
even cared. And *that* bothered Ron the most. He wanted his best friend back.
The boy who had learned to have fun, even with his life in constant peril. At
least he had enjoyed life.
 
'Now, we don't even have that,' Ron thought in a mixture of frustration,
disgust, and worry. He was running out of ideas on how to get through to Harry,
but he wasn't about to give up. It was just that sometimes, Ron wished he could
have a bit of focus on himself as well.
 
“Well, well, well…if it isn’t St. Potter, his Weasel, and the Mudblood.”
 
Ron growled inwardly as they looked over to see the sauntering blond and his
cronies that had deigned to break the breakfast chatter with his malevolent
attitude. “Sod off Malfoy,” he snapped out, bristling as he stood up
protectively before Harry and Hermione.
 
“Oh? And what are you going to do to make me, Weasel? You’re worthless without
Harry Bloody Potter and your little Mudblood girl,” Malfoy sneered out,
grinning viciously as his buddies laughed and elbowed each other.
 
“Yea ri-"

"Ron no! He’s just trying to get you in trouble,” Hermione protested as she put
a staying hand on Ron’s arm, glaring at Malfoy. “You’re better than him, Ron,”
she murmured to him softly.
 
Ron’s eyes flicked to hers briefly before he straightened and sat back down,
glaring at Malfoy as the blond laughed along with his groupies and headed for
the Slytherin table. Ron turned his glower onto the food that had the
misfortune of appearing before him. Hermione was always stopping him from
clocking Malfoy in the mouth and he was getting rather tired of it. The stuck
up blond had been getting worse since Sirius’ death and, out of righteous anger
for the dead and Harry, Ron knew that he needed to teach the prat a thing or
two.
 
“Ron.”
 
Looking up in surprise at the soft murmur of his name, Ron locked eyes with his
best mate. Harry smiled softly then nodded and Ron returned the nod, feeling a
smile break onto his face. Harry knew. Harry knew and understood. He approved.
Feeling much better, Ron sat back and relaxed as he began eating in earnest.
Maybe the day wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
 
*~~***~~*
 
Grumbling as he walked alongside Hermione, Ron rolled his eyes as she flew into
another lecture on how he had to keep his temper. Another thing he was getting
rather tired of. He looked around as they headed for Herbology and blinked as
he saw a certain snobbish blond heading for the lake.
 
Alone.
 
Smirking, he knew this was his chance. Making an excuse as he turned and headed
back towards the castle, Ron waited until Hermione and Harry were out of sight
before doubling back and heading for where Malfoy had gone. He was itching for
a fight and wasn't going to let his friends stop him from teaching Malfoy a few
lessons, whether with his wand or his fists.
 
Silently, stealthily, he crept along the path as he got closer to the lake,
eyes on the lookout for the irritating Slytherin. He breathed deeply, keeping
his heart rate under control. His control surprised even him, but, while
adrenaline was pumping through him, he felt calm and sure. This was what he
wanted…what he needed.
 
He came to the shoreline and kept to the forest, eyes searching for Malfoy
steadily as he stayed still. Smirking as he spotted the blond, he went forward.
"Well, well, Malfoy. All alone without your buddies?" he sneered as he went
over, chuckling as Malfoy whirled around in surprise.
 
"Ron! What are you doing here?" Malfoy cried in surprise, shocking Ron into
stopping with the use of his first name. Blinking as he recovered himself,
Malfoy straightened and sneered. "Come looking for me, Weasel? That'll be your
last mistake," he sneered in his usual high handed way.
 
"Sure will, cuz I won't be stopping this time," Ron growled out as he pulled
out his wand and pointed it at Draco.
 
Smirking, Draco remained relaxed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh so
you think you can actually hex me this time, Weasel? Last time I remember, you
were coughing up slugs for a while!" he shot out with a nasty laugh, grinning
wickedly as Ron's face colored in remembrance of that fluke of a mishap.
 
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Ron snarled out, glowering at the blond.
 
"Only with you, Weasel," Malfoy replied quietly with a sneer as he pulled out
his wand. "Expelliarmus!"
 
"Rictusempra!" Ron cried out in counter as he dodged the disarming charm. Draco
dove to the side and countered quickly with another hex, knocking Ron's wand
out of his hand just as he cast his own counteracting spell, sending Malfoy's
wand into the bushes.
 
Frowning slightly, Draco glanced over his shoulder, then was caught off guard
as Ron tackled him with a snarling roar and they began wrestling. Fists flew
and connected as they cursed at each other while rolling around, fighting to
get on top to pin the other.
 
They rolled around fiercely until, with a quick flip and twist, Draco straddled
Ron’s hips. He swiftly used his legs to pin Ron’s legs and clamped his hands on
the redhead’s wrists, holding steady as the enraged Gryffindor bucked and
twisted, struggling to escape.
 
Leering, Malfoy leaned his head in and whispered, “I’m disappointed, Weasley. I
thought you would at least try to land on top. I didn’t know you liked
bottoming so much.”
 
“You sicko!” Ron hissed out, cheeks reddening with embarrassment as well as
rage as he strained once more to get free.
 
“Am I? Or did you never think of it?” Draco replied softly as he leaned up.
They locked eyes, both disheveled and wild eyed as they panted for air. A ghost
of a smile flickered across the Slytherin’s lips and he twisted his hips in a
very slow grinding motion.
 
A surprised groan left Ron’s lips as he arched slightly in pleasure, rubbing
back against Malfoy. Malfoy’s smile reappeared and the very sight of it sent a
spike of pleasure through Ron, causing a small whimper to seep out of his
throat. Draco bent his head in to rest their foreheads together as he began
circling his hips, meeting Ron’s in a rhythm that had them shaking and gasping
in pleasure.
 
Almost in tandem, the two young men arched sharply, moaning as they climaxed.
Draco fell forward as they gasped for air once more, letting the silence of the
air blanket them after their release relaxed them into sated exhaustion.
Neither moved as their reeling senses slowly came back to a normal pace and
reality set in.
 
*~~***~~*
 
Draco closed his eyes, smiling softly as he listened to Ron’s heartbeat,
feeling a soft warmth flow over him. He wondered if he could hold onto this
moment, reveling in the security he felt.
 
“Get off of me.”
 
The cold voice broke through his warmth like a sharp wind on a sunny day.
Leaning up slightly, Draco stared down and felt ice go through him at the cold
fury he saw on the freckled face. “Ron I-”

”I SAID GET OFF OF ME!!” Ron’s roar was deafening, but his fury was terrifying.
Draco found himself flung through the air and gasped as he smashed into a tree,
sliding down as he fought to get his wind back through the pain. He watched
warily as Ron stood up slowly and straightened himself out, then accio’ed his
wand. The Gryffindor looked over at the struggling Slytherin, eyes cold and
filled with rage as he faced Draco. He raised his wand, then quietly cast a
scourgify charm on himself before turning to leave. “Don’t *ever* touch me
again, Malfoy.”
 
The words washed over Malfoy in a cold wave as he watched Ron go. He sat up and
thought over what had just happened, reviewing it slowly and savoring it. He
grinned then as he glanced up at the sky. “Oh don’t worry, Ron. I won’t touch
you. I will just seduce you.” He grinned almost evilly, though it was a smirk
filled with determination. He always got what he wanted.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Title: Under the Mask pt. 2/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Harry Potter and all subsequent characters belong to JKR. May she
not strike me for use and abuse!
Warnings: AU, OOC, sap, slash, angst, language, violence, post OotP so possible
spoilers
Pairings: Eventual RW/DM, hinted RW+HR+HP
Rating: R most of the time, NC-17 at certain places.
Summary: Ron hates Draco Malfoy…doesn't he?
Beta: MA
A/N: This is my first shot at this pairing that grew a plot. I'd like to thank
Sabershadowkat for inspiring me with her fic ‘Waiting for You’, which can be
found here: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/waitingforyou.html !
Also, thanks to MA for the beta as always! Love ya! Enjoy and please review!
 
'thoughts'
 
I don't want to know
If you're playin' me
Keep it on the low
Cuz my heart can’t take it anymore
And if you're playin' now
Please don't let it show
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
 
'I Don't Want To Know' By Mario Winans
 
Silence seemed like a warm blanket around Ron as he walked down the halls of
Hogwarts on patrol. It was a welcome respite after what had happened two days
prior with Malfoy. Something which he wanted to forget badly. He shivered
briefly as memories of what had gone between them came to the fore of his mind,
taunting him with confusing thoughts of how he'd liked what Malfoy had been
doing, what Malfoy's smell had been to him, and how the blond had looked in the
heat of passion.
 
But he kept pushing these thoughts away with reminders to himself of how much
he hated Malfoy and wanted him dead for the good of every decent person's
sanity, even as a small voice at the back of his mind taunted him with little
thoughts of how he'd liked being pinned beneath the blond and how he wanted
more.
 
Shaking himself as he continued his patrol, Ron growled to himself. 'Get a
grip, Weasley. That git is bad news and is always making fun of Harry, your
family, and Hermione! Plus, he's a bloke! You don't do blokes!' he told himself
firmly, frowning angrily as he glared at some of the sleeping paintings. But
that taunting little voice turned up another question. 'If you don't like
blokes, why'd you get hard and come with Malfoy on top?'
 
Growling again as he stopped, Ron shook his head hard. "Arg stop talking! I
hate Malfoy!" he hissed out angrily at the snickering little voice, then
stomped down the hall. He was so mad and full of his own thoughts that he
didn't see the shadow from a side alcove suddenly reach out and grab him,
pulling him into the shadows as he squawked in surprise. His mouth was muffled
as he was pulled up against a hard body, his struggles pinned by a pair of
strong arms as he growled angrily.
 
He stiffened though as hot breath blew past his ear on a whisper. "Really,
Weasel? You hate little old me? Couldn't tell with your come covered pants,"
Draco murmured as he grinned in triumph as Ron stood in his hold, stunned. He
grunted in pain though as Ron elbowed him hard in the stomach, making him
loosen his hold on the Gryffindor.
 
Ron shook off Draco's hand on his mouth as he snarled. "Malfoy! Let me go, you
stupid git!" he growled out as he struggled to get free from Malfoy's
reestablished hold.
 
"I don't think so, Weasel. We have some unfinished business," Draco purred out,
laughing softly as he felt the shudder that went through Ron's frame at his
words. "I think you've been thinking about me a lot since our little run-in,"
he murmured as the hand that had been muffling Ron's mouth moved down to cup
Ron through his pants.
 
"Don't fucking touch me, Malfoy!!" Ron cried in rage as he bucked against the
invasive touch, then finally broke free of Malfoy's hold. He whirled around and
punched Malfoy hard, growling angrily at both Malfoy and his own body's
betrayal to that touch.
 
Draco staggered back, shaking his head at the punch, then cried out as he was
then pinned, hands above his head as a very angry Ron grabbed his throat. His
eyes widened as he struggled somewhat, obviously turned on by the power of
Ron's anger and violence.
 
"You have a lot of nerve, Malfoy. You stinking pile of Slytherin waste! I told
you before to *never* touch me again!" Ron hissed out dangerously as he leaned
in closer, eyes flashing with his fury. He sneered as he felt Malfoy's shudder
and tightened his hold on both hands and neck. "You're disgusting and a waste
of good flesh that should have been given to someone more worthy, you pile of
shite!" he whispered in cold triumph. He stopped though as his eyes locked with
Malfoy's burning gaze and felt the heat rise within him, unbearable as it had
been the last time. With a vicious snarl, he crushed their lips together,
melding their bodies swiftly in a rough attack on their senses as their bodies
bucked against the other.
 
Whimpering slightly at the powerful rush of adrenaline Ron's attack provoked
within him, Draco returned the hard clashing of tongues, teeth, and lips as he
rubbed frantically against Ron's gyrating body. The hand on his neck moved to
his waist and he gasped in pleasure as he brought his leg up to push them
closer together. They moved madly together in an awkward yet feverish motion
until they both cried out and trembled with release.
 
Panting together as their kiss turned almost lazy and indulgent, the two young
men melded together before sinking to the ground in a boneless heap. Ron
wrapped his arm more firmly around Draco's waist as his other hand, having
released Malfoy's hands, moved into the soft blond hair, holding the other's
head steady as they kissed. Draco's own arms twined around Ron's neck, holding
him close as they slowly explored the other's mouth with lazy tongues before
parting. They stared at each other, gazes naked to the other with their
emotions as they searched the other for answers before reality crashed once
more onto them.
 
Stiffening and shoving Malfoy off of him, Ron scooted back and stood up, face a
mask of dark rage. Watching him in amazement, Draco stood up carefully as well,
straightening his robes as they stared at each other, the wall up once more
between them. Smirking, Draco murmured a spell, cleaning himself, before
winking at Ron. "I'll catch you later, Weasley," he purred out before turning
and sauntering into the shadows.
 
Cussing and cursing as he cleaned himself off as well, Ron stormed from the
alcove and went through his patrol, mind reeling with what had just occurred.
That was the second time with the same results! What was wrong with him!?
Muttering furiously at himself, the redhead promised himself that it wouldn't
happen again and that if Malfoy touched him once more, the Slytherin was going
to end up being a girl!
 
*~~**~~*
 
Hermione blinked tiredly as she glanced up, hearing Ron's cursing as he stormed
into the Gryffindor common room. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong,
but didn't even get the chance to squeak as he stormed past and headed up to
his dorm. Utterly confused, she glanced at Harry, whose head was tilted in
worried curiosity. Her surprise at his reaction almost muffled her confusion as
she delighted in his showing concern, but it was pushed aside as they locked
eyes. "I wonder what happened," she wondered aloud before looking at her
homework.
 
"We should find out." Harry's firm conviction surprised Hermione, causing her
to look up at him swiftly. She smiled in delight as he smiled slightly at her
before nodding in agreement and they both got up and headed upstairs to the
sixth years' dorm. They went into the room that Harry and Ron shared with Dean,
Seamus, and Neville and stopped as they saw the mess that was in there.
Obviously, Ron had gotten his temper out…
 
Clothes were strewn all over the floor along with several haphazardly dropped
books. A smashed ink well was dripping down a wall, while several chocolate
frog cards lay scattered before Ron's trunk. But there was no sign of Ron in
the room, so they went into the hall and listened. They suddenly heard a roar
of rage as well as several smashing sounds coming from the boys' lavatory and
raced over there, alarmed.
 
Ron's cursing greeted them as they went in cautiously, shocked to see several
mirrors smashed amidst the steam that floated from one of the showers. Harry
placed a gentle hand on Hermione's arm, stopping her from following him in, so
she stayed where she was, trembling at the viciousness of her other best
friend's words while Harry went over to the shower stall.
 
Harry leaned his head in, murmuring something and getting an angry reply from
Ron that Hermione couldn't hear, but knew it was something to put Harry off.
Harry persisted and the sounds of the shower stopping squeaked out before the
curtain was pushed aside. Blushing brightly as she eeped in embarrassment,
Hermione covered her eyes as a rather naked Ron stepped out, face red with his
anger as he gestured wildly, explaining in a rush of whispers to Harry what had
happened, not even caring for his state of nakedness.
 
Continuing his soothing words, Harry calmed Ron down, smiling slightly as he
encouraged Ron to breath, rubbing the wet back before reaching for a towel. He
wrapped it surreptitiously around Ron's waist, chuckling as Ron mumbled a
thanks and flushed in embarrassment. His flush darkened as he saw Hermione
peeking up over her fingers, eyes wide with both embarrassment and concern.
Tightening the knot unnecessarily on the towel around his slender waist, Ron
went over and apologized for his cursing. Smiling up at him, Hermione nodded,
then asked what had happened. Ron shook his head and walked past her, muttering
something about not wanting to hurt a girl's sensibilities.
 
Turning questioning eyes to Harry, Hermione cocked an eyebrow expectantly.
Harry flashed his very rare smile at her and shrugged, winking as she huffed in
annoyance. So much for trying to help Ron! She shook her head though, grinning
as they went back downstairs to finish their homework. Ron joined them an hour
later, having taken the time to clean up the mess his anger had caused and they
sat in companionable silence. It felt like old times and Hermione for once was
grateful for Ron's temper tantrum.
 
As she watched them discuss a Charms' assignment, Hermione smiled fondly. These
were her best friends and she would do anything for them. As they would for
her. She just hoped it never really came down to that. With a silent chuckle,
she returned to her homework, content.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Title: Under the Mask pt. 3/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Harry Potter and all subsequent characters belong to JKR. May she
not strike me for use and abuse!
Warnings: AU, OOC, sap, slash, angst, language, violence, post OotP so possible
spoilers
Pairings: Eventual RW/DM, hinted RW+HR+HP
Rating: R most of the time, NC-17 at certain places.
Summary: Ron hates Draco Malfoy…doesn't he?
Beta: MA
A/N: This is my first shot at this pairing that grew a plot. I'd like to thank
Sabershadowkat for inspiring me with her fic ‘Waiting for You’, which can be
found here: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/waitingforyou.html !
Also, thanks to MA for the beta as always! Love ya! Enjoy and please review!
 
'thoughts'
 
I don't want to know
If you're playin' me
Keep it on the low
Cuz my heart can’t take it anymore
And if you're playin' now
Please don't let it show
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
 
'I Don't Want To Know' By Mario Winans
 
Ron sighed softly as he sat next to Hermione and Harry, studying for their next
Charms' exam. It had been three weeks since his last run-in with Draco, but it
had been a rather tense three weeks. Draco had returned to his normal, self-
absorbed, nasty self, throwing sneers and mean comments at the trio of
Gryffindors as well as any decent student at Hogwarts. There had already been
several skirmishes between the blond and Ron, but they had been in public, so
no real risk of Draco doing something dirty like he had the last times.
 
But what disturbed the red head most was that he *wanted* those skirmishes to
be like the others. That he wanted the feeling of power he had over Draco or
vice versa. He'd enjoyed the look of desire and fear on Malfoy's face when he'd
pinned the Slytherin, remembering how it had felt to kiss his fellow Prefect
the way they had, and how it had felt to hold Draco close afterwards, nearly
glowing with the warmth and pleasure. Or the time before that when he'd been on
the bottom and had watched Draco writhe above him. He had enjoyed both run-ins,
but he hated Draco Malfoy!
 
Didn't he?
 
Sighing softly in frustration, Ron ignored the looks of concern he earned from
his two best friends as he ducked his head to concentrate more on the given
assignment. But his quill slowed as his thoughts returned once more to Draco.
He just couldn't get the blond off his mind! What was it about Draco Malfoy
that seemed to both draw and repel him so much?!
 
As if popping out from his thoughts, Draco sauntered by with his cronies in
tow. "Don't burst your brain cell there, Weasel. We all know how upset the
Mudblood would be if her favorite rag doll keeled over from thinking too much.
Then it would be just her trying to keep that failure, Saint Potter, alive!"
the blond cackled out as he passed by, joined by Goyle and Crabbe as they
laughed as well.
 
"Shut your face, ferret! Or you'll be talking from the other side of it!" Ron
snarled out, silencing the crowd around them as he stood up, eyes flashing with
a glare.
 
"Oh yea? Let's see you do it, Weasel," Draco taunted Ron as he turned back,
sneering at the angered Gryffindor. "Or do you have to put more Spell-o-tape on
that old piece of hand-me-down wood?"
 
"That's it! You're dead!" Ron shouted in rage as he leapt over the table and
tackled Draco. Shouting and cheering rose up as he and Draco fought, punching
and rolling around, trying to get the upper hand. Hermione tried to stop them,
but Harry held her back silently, watching his best friend fight the one that
had insulted them while their fellow students gathered around, encouraging one
side or another.
 
But it was never decided who was the better fighter as McGonagall swept over
with Snape, breaking up the fight. "You two! That's it! In my office NOW!"
McGonagall cried in disgust as she held Ron back as the two students glared at
each other balefully, robes torn, faces bloody, and chests heaving with their
ire. Snape didn't even comment, but his scowl said it all as he pushed Draco
before him while following his fellow Professor out of the Great Hall.
Students' voices could be heard rising in gossip as the doors shut and the
group of four headed for the Gryffindor Head of House's office.
 
McGonagall stormed inside and pushed Ron towards a chair as she went around her
desk and sat in a flurry of robes. She scowled at them as Draco was also
hustled to his seat, glaring at Ron before her throat clearing caught their
attention once more, while Snape stood behind them, arms crossed over his chest
in warning. "I have not seen such a disgraceful act since before you were born!
Fighting in the middle of the Great Hall!? And who was the cause of this?!" she
demanded angrily, her voice rising in pitch with her anger.
 
"Malfoy thought it'd be fun to insult me and my friends!" Ron growled out
angrily as his bloody fist tightened in an effort to control his temper while
glaring at Draco.
 
"Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked stiffly as she turned her frosty
glare towards Draco.
 
Draco glanced away as he crossed his arms over his chest, scowling at the wall
stubbornly in his silence. Snape glowered menacingly and elbowed him
meaningfully, causing Draco to growl out a "Yes ma'am."
 
"Well! You have always tested these people and I have had it! Fifty points from
both of you! And a week's detention with Mr. Filch…together!" McGonagall
commanded huffily as she stood up, glaring at them as they protested. "If you
two can't work together or at least become tolerant of each other, then you
will both be expelled! Do I make myself clear?!" she demanded angrily and
nodded when they both mumbled an affirmative. "Now get out! And if I hear
anymore such fights happening, it will be the last!" She waved her hand in
dismissal and they left the room, closing the door behind them as Snape went in
to speak with her further.
 
Ron glared at Draco as they stopped outside in the hall. "Just so you know,
Malfoy, this isn't done. You're gonna get it for what you said," he growled out
menacingly as he shook his fist at the smirking blond.
 
"Bring it on, Weasley. I can take whatever you can give," Draco sneered back
before stomping off for the medical wing.
 
Growling, Ron pounded his fist into the wall. "You won't be able to handle
everything, Malfoy, and I'll see to it," he snarled out before making his own
way to the medical wing. He had some plotting to do.
 
TBC
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Title: Under the Mask pt. 4/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Harry Potter and all subsequent characters belong to JKR. May she
not strike me for use and abuse!
Warnings: AU, OOC, sap, slash, angst, language, violence, post OotP so possible
spoilers
Pairings: Eventual RW/DM, hinted RW+HR+HP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ron hates Draco Malfoy…doesn't he?
Beta: MA
A/N: Since it is now NaNoWriMo time, I thought I’d treat everyone with
something to whet their appetites until the end of November! So, you get lemon!
This is my first shot at this pairing that grew a plot. I'd like to thank
Sabershadowkat for inspiring me with her fic ‘Waiting for You’, which can be
found here: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/waitingforyou.html !
Also, thanks to MA for the beta as always! Love ya! Enjoy and please review!
 
'thoughts'
 
I don't want to know
If you're playin' me
Keep it on the low
Cuz my heart can’t take it anymore
And if you're playin' now
Please don't let it show
Oooh baby, I don't want to know
 
'I Don't Want To Know' By Mario Winans
 
“This work is for house elves.”
 
The snide comment brought a sneer to Ron’s face as he scrubbed at the kitchen
floor. Malfoy had been whining since they had been put to work for their
detention, so it hadn’t taken long for the Gryffindor to grow deaf to the
grumbles. He glanced over to where Draco was scrubbing half heartedly at a
corner and smirked. “Can’t handle a bit of work, ferret face?” he asked
nastily, snorting with laughter as Draco shot him a dirty look.
 
Scornfully, Draco dropped his brush. “I’m sure you’re used to sloughing it in
the gutter, Weasel. But then, your family wouldn’t know anything about being
clean,” he retorted, leering nastily as Ron glared at him while throwing his
own brush down.
 
Ron growled lowly before taking a deep breath, grabbing his brush and turning
away to resume his scrubbing. “Bugger off, Malfoy.”
 
Cocking an eyebrow as he grinned widely, Malfoy crawled over and mounted Ron,
causing the redhead to cry out in surprise as he jerked. Purring, Draco nuzzled
Ron’s pinking ear, flicking his tongue lightly against the shell before
whispering, “Only if you join me.” He chuckled lowly as a shudder ran through
the lanky yet Quidditch-toned body he held captive before he slowly moved his
hand up Ron’s arm and down the Gryffindor’s chest. He began to rock slowly,
causing them both to groan involuntarily as the blond’s rising cock rubbed
against Ron’s cleft through his pants.
 
Ron closed his eyes tightly as Malfoy ran his hand farther down and massaged
his crotch, chuckling lowly at what he found. His rage flared up as Draco
continued touching him, violating him, and causing unwanted feelings. He wasn’t
anyone’s toy! With a snarl of fury, he shook Draco off of him, sending the pale
haired youth sliding across the floor before Malfoy could react. Ron glared
over at the Slytherin. “What in bloody hell is your problem?! Why the hell do
you keep doing that?!” he shouted, trembling with his rage as well as pent-up
arousal.
 
Sitting up as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, Draco smirked. “Don’t you
get it yet? You want it as much as me. You seek it out, just as I do,” he
replied quietly, smirking.
 
“Whatever! I’m not like you, you queer! I don’t do blokes! And I wouldn’t do a
Slytherin even if they paid me!” Ron snarled back, face reddening as he leapt
forward, tackling Draco. They fought and wrestled before Ron hit Draco hard,
making him curl up. “You ever touch me again and I’ll show you what a wand can
do shoved up your arse!” he spat out before returning to his detention work.
 
Wincing as he clutched his side, Draco smirked wickedly as he sat up, watching
Ron. ‘Oh you think this is the end, Weasley? Believe me…you’ll show me a wand,
but not the kind you are thinking of,’ he thought in anticipation before also
returning to his work. He had a plot to concoct.
 
*~~**~~*
 
Ron rubbed his head before slipping off his robes and sighing. After detention,
he’d gone to dinner, glaring at Draco briefly before sitting next to his best
friends. Hermione had asked him in worry how his detention had gone, then had
started into a tirade on how stupid it had been in the first place for him to
get into a fight with Draco. Ron had tuned her out after the first minute and
had focused on eating. Harry had given him a sympathetic look, but had stayed
quiet as Hermione on a tirade was about as impossible to stop as Hermione in
study mode.
 
So now, Ron just needed a relaxing bath. He thanked all the powers of magic
that he was a prefect, because he got to use the prefect’s bathing room. He
pulled off his shirt and rolled his head, cracking his neck as he sighed again.
It had been such a long day…
 
He froze though as soft pale hands came around and ran down his chest, lightly
caressing his nipples before moving down. He shivered and held his breath as
another chest pressed against him from behind. A flat chest. His eyes widened
and he looked over his shoulder into stormy gray eyes that were dark with
desire. “M-Malfoy?” he whispered softly, his voice cracking with pleasure and
surprise.
 
“I saw you come in here. I just wanted to see if what I felt under your clothes
was as delicious as my imagination fed me,” Draco whispered before running his
tongue along Ron’s neck, smiling as Ron’s eyes fluttered shut and his head fell
back.
 
“Why are you doing this?” Ron whispered, gasping lightly as Draco nipped at his
shoulder.
 
“I told you before…because I want to. Haven’t you wondered why I’ve been coming
after you so much recently?” Draco murmured as he wrapped his arms possessively
around Ron’s torso, holding him close.
 
“Just to piss me off?” Ron managed as he trembled at the heat pressed against
him and shivered as Draco’s hand went down and unzipped his pants, pushing them
off before cupping him through his briefs.
 
Laughing lowly, Draco nuzzled Ron’s shoulder as he stroked the red head slowly.
“As much as I’d like to admit how much fun it is to pick on you, no, that’s not
it,” he said softly. “The reason why I do it is because you have no idea how
incredible you look when angered and free. And I want that directed at me.”
 
"I'm not like you…" Ron's faintly gasped protest widened Draco's smile as his
fingers tightened around the bulge in Ron's briefs. He gently kneaded the
pulsing lump, eyes hooding as he watched Ron bite his lip on a moan, the
Gryffindor's hips involuntarily pushing into the touches.
 
"No, you aren't. You're Ron Weasley. I'm Draco Malfoy. Always different, yet
somewhat the same," Malfoy whispered huskily. He released Ron and, before a
whimper could escape the bitten lips, turned him around to hold him close. Ron
stared at him with hazy eyes and Draco felt heat shoot through him, urging him
to take those lips in a sweet yet passion-filled kiss.
 
Moaning into the kiss, Ron pulled Draco close, body singing from the contact of
bare skin on skin. Their lips played over each other, no longer rough and angry
as they explored. Draco ran his hands up and down Ron's shoulders before
rewrapping them around the strong back. Ron shuddered and tightened his own
hold on Malfoy as their kiss ended and they rested their foreheads together,
panting raggedly.
 
"I thought you hated me." Ron's soft question rode on his erratic breathes as
Draco brushed his fingers along the freckled back they touched.
 
A small smile came to Draco's lips as he watched Ron's lips, which twitched
slightly in response to the blond's smile. "Not hated. More like wanting your
full attention," he replied lazily after a bit. He looked up at Ron as the red
head snickered and leaned back, cocking an eyebrow. "What?"
 
"You're jealous." The soft declaration caused Draco's other eyebrow to rise up
in surprise, earning a husky laugh that shot desire through him as Ron grinned
at him. "Admit it! You're jealous of my friends!"
 
Huffing, Draco shrugged as he glanced away. "Are not. I just figure that having
someone who isn't like you is more fun than being with someone who is." He
grinned as Ron flushed and pulled him closer, watching Ron's Adam's apple bob
nervously as Ron swallowed. "Don't you think so?" Draco purred as he smirked.
 
"I-I…" Ron trailed off, confused as he stared at Draco. What *did* he feel? He
had, for so long, thought he despised Draco Malfoy. But now that he looked
back, he remembered the thrill of his arguments with the blond, how he'd felt
this year especially that Draco was something he could anticipate and rely on.
 
Shaking his head at Ron's silence, Draco released the redhead and stepped back.
He grinned as Ron watched him intently as his pants and briefs pooled to the
ground and he stepped free, bare to the intense gaze and enjoying it. He
sauntered up to Ron and slowly fingered Ron's briefs, running his finger along
the waist band. "Like what you see?" he murmured as he caressed the briefs off
of Ron slowly, smirking as Ron both flushed and moaned while watching Draco
toss aside the offensive article of clothing. He pressed close, slowly rocking
his hips to rub against the Gryffindor and relishing in the shudder and gasp
that came from Ron. "I like what I see," he purred out before licking at Ron's
ear.
 
Ron moaned again as he wrapped his arms lightly around Draco's waist as they
pressed together tightly, moving slowly against each other. He turned his head
and pressed his lips to Draco's neck, shivering as Draco moaned and let his
head fall back as he suckled lightly at the pale skin. His hands moved slowly
over the blond's back, going downward until they came to the swell of Malfoy's
ass, which he brushed over before grabbing and kneading deliciously. Malfoy's
shudder of pleasure and whimper for more encouraged him and he lifted his head
to kiss Draco once more, this time their tongues tangling into the kiss and
making everything all that much hotter.
 
Pulling back slowly, Draco licked his lips as he smiled before stepping over
and heading for the steaming bath. "Coming?" he purred over his shoulder, gray
eyes sparkling with teasing as well as invitation.
 
"Not yet, but soon," Ron promised with a smirk, chuckling as Draco's own smile
widened while he stepped into the hot waters. He went over to the edge and
watched the blond as he sat down on a ledge and relaxed his head back, watching
Ron as he ran a hand down to his stiff cock. Ron's eyes half closed as he sat
on the edge, watching Draco stroke himself slowly while running his other hand
to between his legs. His breath hitched and his cock jerked as he watched a
slender finger press into Draco. Now he knew what he wanted most.
 
Slowly, carefully, Ron got into the bath and floated over to Draco, all the
while watching as Draco masturbated and fucked himself with his finger. He came
up between Draco's legs and kissed those moaning lips as he pressed close,
trapping the pale hands where they were with his body. Draco arched closer in
need as he whimpered, pressing his body against Ron's as Ron ran his hands up
and down his sides to end on the pale hips. Their kiss broke as Ron pulled
Draco close, nestling their cocks close as Draco wrapped his arm around Ron's
shoulder while his legs wrapped themselves around Ron's waist, pulling them
even closer. Ron reached between Draco's thighs and pushed in the finger that
Draco had been using, causing the blond to arch and moan in want before pulling
it out.
 
Reaching over for one of the spigots of bath oil, Draco slicked his fingers
before putting them underwater and wrapping them around Ron's leaking cock.
"Can't have you doing me too unprepared," he whispered huskily, panting
erratically as he watched Ron thrust into his fist slowly.
 
"Gotcha. You'll have to show me more later," Ron grunted out before stopping
Draco's hand. "Gonna come if you keep doing that."
 
"Something I am looking forward to seeing again and again," Draco purred
breathily as he brought Ron's cock to his entrance. "Slowly…"
 
"Ya think?" Ron countered, grinning as Draco grinned, then began to slowly push
into Draco, closing his eyes tightly as he was gradually surrounded by very
tight heat.
 
Head falling back in pleasure, Draco moaned loudly as he clung to Ron. "Merlin!
Now I know why there are so many Weasleys! You are huge!" he gasped out,
shuddering as Ron's laugh traveled up his spine and shook him with pleasure.
"Slowly...Merlin this is good…"
 
"Don't tell me how to fuck, Draco," Ron grunted out as he slid in, almost all
the way in.
 
"Let me guess: private lessons with Potter, right?" Draco retorted
sarcastically, and then all but screamed as Ron slammed in the rest of the way,
eyes flashing with anger.
 
"Don't *ever* say shit like that again, Malfoy!" Ron spat out as his chest
heaved, barely containing his control as Draco shuddered in pain and desire.
 
Looking up at Ron, Draco studied him silently as they both regained control.
Slowly, he leaned up, wrapping his arms around Ron's shoulders as he pressed
them close. "No one but you and me, Ron. It's just you and me…only ever us. I'm
all yours," he whispered softly into the Gryffindor's ear, smiling as Ron went
taut within his hold.
 
Blinking back sudden tears, Ron buried his face in Malfoy's neck and began
slowly rocking. He moaned with Draco as the pleasure built between them while
their bodies rocked as one together, slowly building into a frenzied movement
of pleasure. Draco's head fell back and they kissed heatedly, tongues tangling
in a move that matched their lower halves as they thrust against each other
frantically. Ron shifted them up so he was kneeling and Draco began riding him,
crying out in pleasure as Ron bit his neck with a soft growl. They stiffened at
the same moment, arching sharply as, with one last thrust, they climaxed.
 
Shuddering, they leaned into each other and the pool's edge, panting
erratically as they clung to the other in ecstasy, the pale liquid of Draco's
release floating between them before being cleaned away. They relaxed slowly,
shuddering here and there with their final orgasmic spasms before collapsing
into each other. Ron carefully slipped from Draco, fingering the abused hole
gently as Draco winced a bit, and then smiled as Draco kissed his shoulder in
gratitude. He moved to the side and laid his head back lazily, relaxing
completely in post coital bliss while Draco cuddled close, smiling as he ran a
finger in the water and along Ron's arm. Their fingers laced unconsciously as
their eyes closed, both being lulled into a half sleep by the heat and their
sex.
 
After a while though, Draco leaned up and pressed his lips to Ron's
lingeringly. "I should go. They'll start to suspect," he murmured, smiling as
Ron pouted.
 
"So, what does this make us?" Ron asked quietly as Draco laid his head on Ron's
shoulder, Ron's arm moving to pull Draco close as they relaxed again.
 
"Mmm…don't know. Let's play it by ear," Draco replied before chuckling softly
as Ron huffed. He looked up at Ron and smiled, his eyes sparkling with
amusement and warmth, surprising the red head. "But let's keep it quiet, all
right? I think we can agree that it would be trouble for everyone if we were
found out too early."
 
"Voldem-mort," Ron agreed quietly, surprising Draco with how fairly easy it was
for him to say the name. He smirked, winking. "Harry has been encouraging us to
fight that fear of him," he admitted, smiling as Draco snorted.
 
"Well at least there's that," Draco muttered before sighing. He brushed his
lips over Ron's again, moaning as they were pressed together into a heated
kiss.
 
"I don't want to let go. Things are finally starting to make sense," Ron
whispered as he held Draco close.
 
"Then let's just keep making sure that they do," Draco declared quietly, yet
firmly as he smiled before leaning up and standing. He stepped out of the tub
and toweled off, aware of Ron's eyes watching his every move. He turned as he
put on his shirt, smiling. "Keep an eye out for another rendezvous," he purred
out, licking his lips as Ron's eyes narrowed in lust.
 
"Count on it," Ron growled out, watching as Draco dressed and left the room
with a backwards wave. He sank back into the water and smirked. Things had
certainly taken a turn…
 
TBC
 
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