Warning: Sex here...heterosexual sex here! Get your het sex here...;-)
Dedication: To Simmy, for the line about good sex. Thankees dear! And to Kate, for her love of Slut!Ron.
Author's Note: Ack. Maybe I spoke to soon. Ron's just not getting any breaks, is he? Ah well. So goes life, I suppose.

Backlash



Draco is nowhere to be seen. That's fine with me. I lock the door, he's probably off doing something of actual importance. She's just standing there, and she looks at me in a way I really don't like. Like she's actually seeing me for what I really am.


Well, she has to wake up sometime. I take off my boots-it's such a damn pain to try and get your pants off and then remember shit! I forgot my shoes! Socks go too. She's just looking at me still, hands planted on her hips.


"What?" I ask.


"You. You're...you're unbelievable, is what you are!"


"Yeah. Hey....um...you don't happen to know where Draco is, do you?" I have to make sure he's not gonna come in in the middle of this.


"His father sent him back to...wherever it is you people have your headquarters." She waves her hand vaguely. "You really are unbelievable."


And she doesn't mean it in a good way. I stand up, and I take her in my arms, and I shut her up with a kiss. A real good searing one. The kind of kisses I used way back when, when I was first trying to get into her knickers. She sort of goes limp in my arms, and it's a nice feeling.


"Remember how it used to be?" I ask into her hair. She just sort of nods, and I stroke her back and rock with her, grinding my hips against hers. "Come on...I'm better'n him, aren't I?"


"Ron!" She's shocked and outraged and all that fun stuff. I just laugh, and hold her around the was it.


"Well I *am*. Draco even says so..."


"Stop it!" But she's laughing. Honest to Merlin, she's laughing. Sweet Mary, mother of god this is beautiful. I kiss her, and swing her around, and a part of me is pretty sure it's all just an act on her part, but I don't care. I take her into my arms and toss her onto the bed before climbing over her.


"Come on...tell me what he does to you..." I urge, kissing her neck and finding that one spot that drives her nuts. She squirms, giggling. Shit, if she pulls a knife on me now, I'll roll over and point to my heart for her.


"You know you want to..." I squeeze her breast through her gown (what little there is of it) and she squirms some more. I lick her neck, nip her earlobe, and run my thumbs over her nipples. I love the way they harden. She's not wearing anything under her dress. I pull the collar down a little, exposing her breasts. I move down, licking them and sucking her nipples. She's panting now, and I run a hand up her thigh, under her skirt.


"Tell me..." I tease, taking her nipple between my teeth and giving it a little tug.


"Nothing...nothing *kinky*." She gasps, twitching and writhing.


"So nice normal stuff, huh?" I've got her skirt bunched up around her waist now. I love the look in her eyes when she's turned on. Why did I give this up, again?


"Yes..." I run my fingers up her thigh. She's wet.


"Like what?"


"What do you mean, 'like what'?" She's getting flustered. I slip my fingers along her damp slit, kissing her breasts.


"Well, does he touch you?" I slide a finger inside, to make my point.


"Of course he touches me!" As if I just asked the stupidest thing in the world. I move my finger, and she lets out a little gasp.


"Well, fine then." Another finger, and she wiggles her hips a little. She's so damn ho and tight. I can remember summer nights, buried deep inside of her, her clawing my back and screaming my name. I want that again.


"Does he like to watch you touch yourself?"


"Ron!" She's trying to sound pissed off. It's hard, when I've got my fingers shoved up her cunt.


"What? I know I always did. You remember that, don't you?" I slide a third finger in. She has to remember. She wouldn't go all the way with me, but she'd do damn near everything else.


"Maybe..."


"Aw...come on. We were in my room, and you said it was funny but we'd never seen each other naked. We'd been fooling around for like a year, but it was always skirt around the waist, hand down my trousers...so I said yeah, and I stripped for you. I was so fucking hard, just thinking about you looking at me like that. And I asked if you enjoyed the show..." I twist my fingers in her, and she's breathing heavy and she's got this light in her eyes. This is really getting her off.


"So then I started touching myself, and you liked that. And I got you to do it to, and you let me cum on you..."


"I *remember* Ron!"


She wants me to shut up. I don't care. I like to talk during sex, what can I say? It turns me on.


"So?" I ask, standing back to divest myself of my won clothes.


"So what?" She's panting hard.


"Does he watch you?"


"No!" She snaps it, and she's getting control of herself again. I quickly shuck off my shirt and my trousers, standing there in just my underclothes. She's staring at me, and I know I look better then I ever did before. I've got more tone to me, and there isn't an ounce of fat on this body. I give her a wicked grin, and slide off my shorts.


"Still like what you see?" I ask. She just nods, eyes wide. Did she forget? Maybe I can't do push ups without using my hands or anything, but I pack a pretty impressive piece of equipment.


She blushes, but doesn't say anything. I'm hard as a rock, but I want this to last. This is the last time I'm ever gonna be with her, I want to remember it.


"Take off your dress." I tell her. I take myself in hand, because I know she likes it, and I stroke my cock slowly. She stands up, and sort of slowly slips it off. Damn, but she's beautiful. Soft and pale, and round in all the right places. If I couldn't have Draco, she's what I'd want.


"So what does he do to you?"


"He...he likes it when I...Oh Ron, why does it matter?"


"Because I want to know. Lie down. I want it to be like that other time...I want you to tell me what he does to you, and I want you to touch yourself while you do."


"Ron!"


"Do it." I lick my lips, and she looks away, but she piles some pillows up and she sits down and she sort of tosses her head. She's gonna do it.


"He has two preferences." She tells me, but it's a matter of fact voice. That's not hot. "He likes...he likes chocolate. You know… melted chocolate."


"He licks it off of you?"


"Yes!"


"You're not touching yourself..." I taunt, putting one leg on the bed. She frowns a little, but she's hot. She's still got that smokey look in her eyes.


"Sorry." She slips a hand down between her legs, not looking at me. She's looking down at the floor. "He likes to...to drip it all over me. Over my breasts, down my stomach...between my legs."


"Yeah?" That's a pretty hot image. Lucius licking chocolate off her...I keep on running my hand slowly up and down my cock.


"Yes. And he makes sure he...he gets all of it off. He's very good with his tongue..."


"I know." She's getting a little more into it. "What else does he like?"


"He likes it...he likes it when I tie him up. Not...not all the way. Just his hands. With silk scarves. And he tells me...he tells me to do all of the work."


"Oh yeah?" So Lucius is a little bondage whore.


"Yes."


"And what do you do?"


"I...I use my mouth."


"You suck his cock?"


"Gosh Ron, why do you have to be so crude?"


"Cause I like it that way."


"Yes. I...I use my mouth on him." She's all proper but that's fine. She's just sort of running her fingers over herself.


"Do you make him lick you?"


"Yes." She nods. I hop up onto the bed, lowering myself between her thighs. I push her hands away (she's not as into it as I'd like) and I start going down on her. Merlin, but I love the way a woman tastes. She moans and whimpers and stops talking, and I bury my tongue inside of her. I know just how to get her off, and I do, and she screams and moans and bucks up into my mouth.


I kiss her, afterwards. I shove my tongue into her mouth, and I press my cock up against her thigh.


"I want you. Now." So much for making it last. I open her legs a little wider, and I slide in really easily. It's been years since I was with a woman, really, and this is just...it's just great. I drive into her again and again, and she's still going from when I ate her, and it doesn't take me long to climax. I ought to pull out, I know I should, but I don't. I cum inside of her, and it's an amazing feeling. I collapse on top of her, and I let out a deep breath.


"That was nice."


"I'm so glad." She sort of shoves me off, and rolls over onto her side. I pull her close, idly playing with her breasts.


"You okay?"


"No. But that's not your fault."


"None of us are okay." I tell her. "But that's all right, really. The world's gone mad, what does it matter?"


"Not all of us look at the world that way, Ron."


"It'd be a hell of a lot easier if they did."


"I know." She sighs, and she turns to me, and she's searching my eyes. "He...he doesn't hate you, or anything."


"I know." He wouldn't hate me. He loves me. Not like that, it was never like that between us. But he loves me, and I love him, and I'm holding firmly to the belief that he's going o come out of this fine.


"He just...he thinks you're insane Ron, he really does."


"Maybe I am." I kiss her, and she's got tears in her eyes. "Come up...buck up. You've got it good. You've got a safe position, and good sex for the rest of your prime. And I'm going to take care of Harry..."


"Oh Ron, you can't do anything!"


"Oh I can't?" I raise an eyebrow. "I saved your pretty little arse."


"Lucius is the one who took me."


"Because I asked him to. Because he likes me. I pull a hell of lot more weight around here then you think." They never take me seriously. "I'm in charge here. And I'm going to be...more in charge." Maybe. At some point.


"Of course you are." She sighs. "Is that you've done it all? Power?"


"No, Hermione, I didn't do it for power." She doesn't understand. "I do it because these are good people. They're my friends. They have faith in me. They're proud of me, and they trust me, and..."


"And we didn't?"


"No." I shake my head. It's the truth. "Let's put it this way: If you guys captured me, they'd risk a shit load to get me out."


"So you're bitter? Because..."


"No!" She doesn't understand. Even she doesn't. None of them do! "Get out!" I yell at her, and she looks hurt. "Get dressed, and get the fuck out of here." I want Draco. Draco gets it. Draco understands me. She pulls away, eyes all fire and defiance. She pulls her dress on, making a big show of straitening it. She's all huffy and angry now. I don't care. She's just like all the rest.


"Fine." She snaps. "Be that way. Just ignore everything, pretend it doesn't matter. Pretend you're still a good guy Ron..."


"I don't pretend!" I leap out of bed, angry at her suddenly. Angrier then earlier. "I *know* I'm not a good guy anymore! There are people out there who want me dead. A lot of people, probably. And I could act like this is all just...just me doing what I have to, but I know it's not. I'm doing this because I want to. I'm a Death Eater! Do you need me to spell it for you? D-E-A-fucking-TH Eater!" I'm screaming now, and she's just staring at me with her chin tilted up.


"Absolutely unbelievable." She mutters, before stalking out. She unlocks the door, and sweeps out. Who knows where she's going, or how she's going to get back to Lucius. And I don't care. I wish Draco were here, but he's not, so I just throw myself down into bed and hug my pillow until I fall asleep.


Lucius never brings her around again.