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Step Four: Demystifying the Opposite Sex AN: Hee hee hee. Time to justify my NC-17 rating. I'll say no more now. However, if the thought of teenage boys getting it on (and not knowing what they are doing to boot) disturbs you, you might wish to steer away… Andreas giggled. Ron closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at him. Then he returned his attention to gently messing with Draco’s silky hair. ”Looks a lot better when it’s not slicked back, you know.” Ron muttered. He trailed his fingers along the side of Draco’s face, and the other boy blushed. ”It’s mostly a Slytherin thing. I don’t have to do it.” Ron shrugged. “You look adorable no matter what you do.” ”Scuse me while I puke.” Steven chuckled. Eli rolled his eyes in agreement and spooned up some more eggs onto his plate. ”Don’t worry about them. They’re just jealous.” Draco said smugly. He started as Anna slammed her tray down on the table next to theirs and sat down. Cho sat down next to her softly, with no tray and rested her hands in her lap. Rob just stood beside the wall quietly. ”Something wrong, sistas?” Andreas leaned back to look at them. Anna shot him a scathing look. ”Silly…” Cho chocked on her words. Her delicate hands dug into the pink fabric of her pants. “She… Silly…” ”She tried to fucking kill herself last night.” Anna spat, jumping up and throwing her tray across the room with such force that it bent against the wall. “That’s what happens! That’s what fucking happens!!” Paul came running in at the noise and took Anna by the shoulders. ”Fuck off you closet homo!” She screamed, wresting away from him. ”Come on, now, Anna. Calm down!” He reached for her shoulders again and she darted away. ”You idiots were supposed to cure us! You weren’t supposed to make her go crazier!” Clenching her fists, her face screwed up into a mask of rage. ”Nobody here is “crazy,” Anna-“ ”Shut-up!” Paul made another grab for her arm, and Anna darted away, speeding directionlessly into the field. He made an attempt to run after her but Rob stepped in his way and glared obstinately. “Don’t mess with her right now.” Paul sighed heavily and looked over to the group. “Mary wants to have a group therapy day today. After breakfast, report to the group therapy building, and we’ll have a little talk about this… unfortunate incident.” ”Incident.” Cho said softly to herself after he’d left, still looking at nothing despondently. Steven reached over and petted her arm. “It wasn’t just an incident. She is a person. A fragile, real human being. And she deserves more than this…” ”I know, chinadoll.” Andreas told her softly. He sat next to her and hugged her shoulders. “At least they stopped her.” ”We would have, if we’d been there. I knew she was still upset from seeing her parents… we shouldn’t have left her…” Cho leaned into Andreas’ shoulder and burst into tears. He rubbed her arms and looked at her seriously. ”No way you could have known, sweetness. No way. She even didn’t want you to know. But they stopped her, and it’s going to be alright.” ”She’ll try again.” Cho protested. Andreas shook his head. ”We’ll talk to her before then… okay? We got out once; we can get to her. Alright, sweetness?” He wiped a tear from her face as she nodded sadly. Ron’s eyes were wide as he looked over at Draco. They lifted their trays together and headed over to the trashcan. Ron crooked a grimace. ”The girls are dropping like flies.” ”I can’t believe Silly would just try to do herself in like that.” Draco frowned. “I can’t see the point in it. I mean, she was probably going to get her certificate of heterosexuality easy.” ”I dunno.” Ron dumped his tray and headed to the loo to brush his teeth. Draco joined him, but kept his eyes averted so it wouldn’t look like they were talking. “What about…” ”What about what?” ”Us getting our clean bill?” Draco pushed his way into the lavatory and let the door swing back at Ron. Ron entered and frowned at him, only receiving back a sexy little smirk that said: I’m bad. Don’t you love me? ”Doesn’t exactly answer the question.” Ron pushed. ”What? About us? No blood no foul, Ron.” Draco admired himself in the mirror for a moment, then spread some toothpaste on the brush. “If they don’t catch us, we can still get out of here and everyone will think we’re normal.” ”And you go on to your life as You-Know-Who’s favorite Death Eater and we all live our merry little lives?” Draco stopped brushing his teeth for a moment. He spat in the sink and looked away. “I… really don’t know about that part yet. It… doesn’t seem as simple as it used to.” Ron shrugged and brushed his hand up against Draco’s hair. “Never does.” ”I think…” Draco smiled slyly. “I’m going to have to find a way to keep you after this is all over with.” ”You’re going to keep me?” Ron said incredulously. “I dunno if I fancy being your pet.” Before he could argue further, Draco had pressed his mouth firmly to his own, and worked that quickly little tongue of his inside. He took a breath. “Why do I get the impression you’ve done this kissing thing before?” ”Maybe cause I have. Only not on any blokes. You’re my first there. Aren’t you proud?” Ron shook his head. He leaned back in, hoping for a longer kiss. But the door opened suddenly, and they both jumped away from each other so quickly they were practically on opposite sides of the room. It was Steven. He narrowed his eyes confusedly. ”You guys coming?” He asked innocently. Ron hand his hand over his heart and walked over to Steven, mussing his hair roughly. ”Do my heart a favor and knock, would you?” ”Not just your heart, I’d wager. Maybe you heart, a little bit, but mostly your coc-“ ”Shut-up.” Ron pushed him out of the way, and Draco looked at them both nervously. He bit his lip and set his toothbrush in place. ”I’ll be out in a minute, Steven.” He said. Steven nodded and followed Ron out. Draco looked up at his reflection in the mirror again. He could only stand it for a minute, before the yellow of his skin began to stand out and he had to avert his eyes. He just couldn’t look. *** ”This is a sad day for all of us.” Mary informed them. They sat in their semicircle listening to her like always, only Anna hadn’t returned yet, and Michelle had been let out of isolation. She looked around at the group meekly and hid behind her delicate frames. “But you must remember that Sylvia had problems prior to coming here, which True Directions is not libel to cover.” ”So you’re telling us this isn’t your fault.” Rob spoke up in irritation, her plump face judging Mary’s reaction. Rob had never spoken much in group before. ”I’ve always told you, what you put into this reformation is what you get out of it. This is all your own responsibility, children.” Ron and Draco caught each other’s eyes from opposite sides of the semicircle. Draco had deliberately sat next to Andreas instead. It felt like Mary’s eyes were on him all of the time, and he didn’t want the negative feelings she gave him to be associated with the delicate beginning he and Ron had made. ”She said she wanted to die before.” Cho said softly. “You didn’t listen.” ”Sylvia has been threatening to kill herself as a means of manipulating her parents for years. She’s never followed through on her threats before, and so we saw no reason to think of it as anything more than additional emotional sabotage.” ”Maybe it wasn’t manipulation. Maybe she always meant to do it.” Steven suggested. ”We’re sending them signals all the time, and they just never listen!” Ron said strongly, looking up at Mary. ”We?” She looked at him with interest. ”We. All of us. Kids in general. We’re telling our parents and the adults around us what we need and need of them, but they don’t listen. Cause they don’t care or cause what we need doesn’t match up with what they think we need. They always say they want the best for us, but they never stop to think if that was what was best for them when they were kids, and now things are different. We’re not them. We’re not you! And what we need in our lives is what we need. It’s not in a bundle, packaged up ready to go. We’re bloody different, and there’s nothing wrong with trying to be who you are!” Mary was silent for a moment, and Draco looked over at him in surprise. He’d always been scoffing and defiant, but never revealed how incredibly angry he was before. The only time Draco had ever seen him that worked up was when he’d called his friend Granger a Mudblood. ”Are you saying you don’t see anything wrong with being a homosexual?” She said finally, stepping closer to him. Ron kept her gaze for a few moments, then looked away. ”I’m saying it’d be nice to be thought of as a person once and awhile. Not just Weasley number 558. And I’m sure Sylvia felt the same.” ”I know you’re a person, Ron.” Steven answered. “Those friends of yours do to.” ”Yeah. I know.” He muttered, unconvinced. ”I see that this incident has been painful and revealing for all of you. Paul or I’ll be available for you to talk to if you need further counseling.” She clipped, still keeping an eye on Ron. “Onto today’s task. We’re going to suspend the gender therapy for a day for a special event to help you work through all of this. But first I’m going to introduce you to the next step: Demystifying the Opposite Sex.” She took out her tripod and began another slide show. The man and woman appeared again with thought bubbles above their heads. They flashed on and off with different pictures. ”What do women want? What do men what? What a girl needs is different from what a boy needs, and this step will help you to understand the opposite sex, and therefore be more able to relate to them. Once you know how the opposite sex thinks, the idea of approaching them in a relationship will not be so difficult.” A house elf ran in and gave them each a pack of cards, nodding to each as he went. He darted to Mary’s side. ”These cards deal with things that women should be concerned about and things that men should be concerned about. I’m going to pair you up with a partner of the opposite sex so that you can work on this on your own.” The woman in the picture trotted along as her bubble flashed on shopping and cleaning and babies and gossiping with friends. The man walked past and thought of politics and sports and working and hanging out with the guys. ”Draco, when she comes back, you’ll be paired with Anna. Steven you’re with Michelle. Cho… you’re with Ron. Andreas with… Roberta. And Eli… hmm. Well, I seem to have run out of girls. We’ll see what I can do about that.” She clapped her hands together. “Now onto our day’s activity. We’re going on a surprise outing. So go get ready and meet us at the van in thirty minutes.” The group got up and began to exit the building. Ron worked his way over to Draco, who looked at him nervously. Ron leaned over to his ear and said softly: “You know how homosexuals are susceptible to alcoholism and depression and all that? I think people like Mary is why.” ”Couldn’t agree more, Ronny.” Andreas said evenly. He ran his hand through his hair and walked in front of them quickly. *** The van ride was quiet, although Paul had somehow managed to catch Anna and wrangle her into the van without rendering her unconscious. She glared into nothingness violently, and the others bit their lips anxiously and said nothing. The lack of her usual venomous spoutings left a terrible vacuum. Paul chattered cheerfully to them about how well they were all doing at gender therapy and how proud they should be that they were soon all going to be straight. Paul parked the car on the side of the street in front of a large house that looked like it had been pulled out of the gothic era. There were strange statues of gargoyles at the front, stained-glass windows over the doors, and a greenhouse on the side with what looked like millions of different plants and herbs. Paul jumped out and ran around to the back. ”Perk up, kids, because we have a special surprise for you!” He informed them as they all piled out of the van. Draco’s eyes widened in shock as he was given a large painted sign with interlocking mail symbols that said: “Crime Against Nature.” ”What is this?” Cho asked as she received a sign that said: “Silly Faggots, Dicks are for Chicks!” ”Welcome to your first protest. As upright heterosexuals, it is your responsibility to make sure that other people don’t make your mistakes.” Mary told them, taking a sign that said: “AIDS is God’s Revenge.” “Come along.” She lead the students around to the front of the house and began yelling: “We’re here! We’re not queer! We’re not going anywhere!” They all stood dumbfounded for a moment. Paul nudged Draco’s side. “Come on. Join in.” They remained silent for a moment until Mary turned around, her lips still moving in her chant and stared them down. One by one they all began yelling her cheer: ”WE’RE HERE! WE’RE NOT QUEER! WE’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!” Andreas took a look at his sign bearing a rainbow, which said: “No Tears for Queers,” threw it down and got back into the van. Draco felt his face flush and his heart pound as he shouted out Mary’s words. It was a little scary being part of a group like this, following her lead, when it really could be him in that house. It was like a bigger taste of what he’d felt that night at the World Cup when everyone had converged on that Muggle family. It was a heady feeling, like sipping from his mother’s wine stash late at night when she was too busy with other activities to stop him. Or pinning down a first year Gryffindor with Crabbe and Goyle to back him up. It was also terribly frightening, and he found himself chanting along, almost with no will of his own. He was afraid he would disappear altogether and just merge into the mass of personhood that Mary had created for them. A few of the neighbors had come out of their houses to watch them. Starring at them, but not stopping them. Waiting to see what would happen. After about twenty minutes of chanting, a dark figured stormed out of the greenhouse at them. ”Mary, I will bloody well kill you! Get away from my house!” Severus Snape yelled irately. The students were surprised, but not nearly so surprised as he was when he got close enough to see who was jeering him on his lawn. His lips curled in sheer disgust and his voice coiled sleekly over the words, as smoothly as they did in a complexly woven insult. “Oh… I see.” He looked them over critically, and they all stopped chanting. Ron looked at him sheepishly. Cho started to cry and ran back into the van. ”You pathetic, old, moo. Afraid to come up here on your own, so you force these kids to sell your hate? You need a backup army of confused pubescents?” He still kept a small distance between them. ”They are here because they want to change their evil ways. Unlike you, a ridiculous charade!” Mary spat back at him. ”What you wanted of me was a charade! You know it, and yet you continue to force these children to live a lie!” ”You’re just afraid to admit the truth!” Mary hissed back at him, pointing her long finger at him. “You were too weak to overcome your evil desires!” ”I didn’t want to! There is nothing worse about what I do than what you do whenever you can lure an unsuspecting twelve year old boy into your bed!” ”How dare you insinuate-!” ”I believe I just did!” The front door opened then, and Remus stepped out and walked up to Severus. He said softly to him. “Please. The neighbors will call the police, if this doesn’t calm.” ”Oh ho! I see it all now. Just as I foretold, Severus Snape! You couldn’t behave within the bounds of what is natural and decent, and here you are! Mating with an animal!” Remus’ jaw dropped out of sheer surprise that anyone would say such a thing out loud. His golden amber eyes widened and his eyebrows knit in an obviously injured expression. It was quite possibly the worst thing anyone had said to his face, to outright call him an animal, and due to the fact that in a few hours he would in fact be such, he took a step away from her, deeply stung. ”How dare you…” Severus managed, choking the words out through his rage. He pulled his arm back and flung a bolt of lightening at Mary’s feet so hard a smoking crater was left in the sidewalk where she had jumped aside. “Get away from my house! If you ever come within fifty, no a hundred feet of my house again I will set all your toenails growing inward! I will burn you to cinders! I will turn you into a newt, you vile old hag!” Another bolt of lighting crashed at Mary’s feet before she darted away, and Remus recovered enough to hold Severus back and try calming him down. The students ran back into the van and slammed the door shut, though they could still hear Snape cursing them in every way imaginable. Some things Draco wasn’t sure were physically possible. ”Gun it, Paul.” Mary said, brushing a strand of her blond hair back into place. “You can expect that sort of reaction. People won’t want to change their ways, but you must be persistent, work on their weaknesses, and convince them to do the right thing.” Ron looked out the window and saw Snape holding Remus protectively. Remus still looked very upset and clung to Snape like a small child. He muttered under his breath, as he nervously took Draco’s hand under the seat: “Remus is not an animal. Though I don’t think I could say the same for you.” *** ”Whore.” Anna said firmly, shuffling through her cards with a disgruntled look on her face. But then again, she hadn’t been verbal at all since her outburst over Sylvia’s attempted suicide. Draco looked at his cards. He didn’t remember a Whore Card. “I’m going to guess, Man’s Thoughts?” Anna looked up at him harshly. “I wasn’t playing this stupid bloody game. I was calling you a whore.” ”I’m not a whore. Why would I need to sell myself? My family has tons of money.” ”I’m calling you a whore because you’re screwing around with Ron’s feelings when you don’t mean it. If you need an outlet for a mindless fuck, nail Andy. He’s used to it.” Draco slammed his cards down on the ground. “This isn’t about a mindless fuck, you base plebian.” ”Oh really? One minute you two are beating the brains out of one another, and the next you’re legging over? I’m not stupid, you know. I thought Ron wasn’t either, but where dick is concerned I suppose not.” Anna’s eyes trailed over to Eli and Rob, who were doing their cards together and laughing about something. Funny, as Rob had never seemed to laugh at anything before. ”Ron isn’t a woman, you know. You don’t have to protect him.” Draco snapped back. “It’s not like you’re any good at that anyway.” Anna snapped her head back at him with wild eyes. “WHORE!” ”I am not a whore!” Anna curled her legs up to her chest. The night had been fairly quiet. Summer crickets were chirruping, as though the day hadn’t been an emotional roller coaster for all of them. Draco broached the silence softly. ”And it isn’t about mindless fucking. It’s about…” Draco paused to slide a pale strand of hair behind his ear. “Okay, so I don’t know what it’s about right now. But Ron makes me feel more like myself than I have since this whole ordeal began… no… since ever. I’ve always been someone else. Not that it’s any of your business, but I care more about him than I have anyone, so if anyone is going to be protecting him, it’s me.” Anna set her narrow chin on her knees. “Well, you’ve got your work cut out for you then. Because he doesn’t protect himself.” Draco looked at the cards again, a man on a motorcycle, sitting by himself draped in black leather and he was oddly reminded of Professor Snape. “I know.” ”Good.” Anna looked at her cards again. She looked over at Cho and Ron flashing cards to one another, sort of solemnly in the fading light. “I think Andy switched partners. Or lent Rob to Eli.” ”They seem to be enjoying themselves.” ”They’re both weird.” Anna stood. “I’m going for a smoke.” ”Smashing idea.” Draco followed her. Steven caught his eye as they passed by and flashed the number three at him questioningly with his fingers. Draco nodded softly, but didn’t turn his head. ”I’m almost going to miss this place when it’s all over. I don’t have that many people to hang about with and just have a fag.” Steven sighed. Draco sighed and slumped against the wall. He thought back to that first night when he’d found this little place on their campus. When everything had just seemed to fall apart. ”Does this ever get any easier?” He asked suddenly. Anna looked at him critically. ”No.” ”Oh, hush, An, of course it does.” Steven replied jovially. He puffed on his cigarette. ”No, it doesn’t. You only think it does.” ”Ahh, a philosophically valid point.” ”Huh?” Steven grinned. “Does it get easier? Or does it just seem to, because you become more comfortable with yourself and the fact that everyone else is out of their bloody minds? And in that case, does it matter that it’s just as difficult because you don’t realize that it is?” ”That isn’t what I meant.” Anna protested. Steven shook his head. ”I know. But it doesn’t change anything.” ”Bloody hell.” Anna muttered, looking away from them in disgust. “Where the fuck is Ron? Why didn’t he follow us? And Cho for that matter?” ”Ron’s in a bad mood.” Draco said softly. ”I’m always in a bad mood, but I come anyway.” Anna spat back. Steven rubbed Draco’s shoulder reassuringly. ”It’s a solidarity thing. Don’t worry, he’ll come back.” ”Sooner rather than later, I hope.” Draco replied. He took a long drag on his cigarette and waved to the others, starting a trudge back into their bunk feeling strung out and depressed. He nodded to Andreas before flopping face down on his bed. ”Hard day, baby?” ”You could say that. What with Silly, and Paul breathing down our necks every five minutes. I think Anna may tear us all apart, and it feels like every time Ron and I look at each other someone is right there to catch us.” ”That’s pretty much the life, baby.” Draco peered over his folded arm at Andreas, who was folding clothing as he spoke. “Hunny, what are you doing?” ”Packing.” Andreas turned to smile at him. He seemed much calmer than usual, and smoothed his hair as he came over to sit on Draco’s bed. ”Packing for what?” ”I’m leaving. I told Mary I quit.” His soft encouraging smile barely touched the dimples in his cheeks. ”What?” Draco struggled to a sitting position. “You have to be kidding me! You can’t leave!” ”Oh, Draco, it’s not like I’m going to pass this test anyway. I’m too dodgy for it. We all know I can’t pass for a straight.” ”You’ve got to try!” ”No, I don’t. And I don’t want to either. I met this Spanish guy at the club the other night…” Andreas shrugged and tossed his hair. “You know how it goes, baby. I showed him a good time, and he offered me a job bartending at this little place in Hogsmeade.” ”So you’re just going to run off with this guy?” Draco demanded. Andreas nodded. ”Until I get on my feet, or my mum and dad get a clue. Wonder which of those will happen first!” Andreas laughed and squeezed Draco into a hug. Draco sighed heavily. ”I don’t want you to leave.” He admitted, a little embarrassed. ”You can visit me from school.” Andreas let him go and looked back at him. “Now what are you and Ron going to do?” ”I… don’t know, really.” ”I guess that will figure itself out.” Draco could feel tears beginning in his eyes. He knew how terribly vulnerable he must look, but didn’t care. “I really hope so, Andy. I really do.” ”I know, baby.” He stroked his cheek. Andreas favored him with a suddenly wicked grin that deepened his dimple. “Want to help me pack? You can see all the naughty things Mary censored from my luggage… and maybe borrow a few.” ”Oh, hunny, you know it.” Draco told him, flipping his hand. He dried the moisture from his eyes on his sleeve and sat on Andreas’ bed. *** Continued “Gender Therapy”, flash cards, and hearty pep talks from both Mary and Paul filled their days for the next week. The absence of Sylvia and Andreas left a void in their group, and the days were continuously a grim and steady march towards graduation. No morbid comments about ways to die that are more pleasant than changing a diaper, or comparisons of sex with a man to having a javelin shoved up your vagina. No flirtatious joking between the boys or glib comments when anyone stood too close or looked at another student too long. Draco lay on the grass, starring at the sky, almost ready to break. They were three weeks from graduation. Three weeks from the final test, when he would go home, and have to face whatever choices his father made for him for the rest of his life. ”Hey there, lovey.” Ron sat down next to him and bapped his nose with their flashcards. Draco smiled. The one shining light this past week had been Ron, who had begun speaking to them all again recently, his usual sarcastic, irreverent self. Draco loved it. ”Hey there, Gingersnap.” He slid his hand along Ron’s leg, until the other boy smacked it away. ”Behave yourself.” He rubbed his hand gently. “Feel like a sleepover tonight?” That got Draco’s attention straight away. He sat up and leaned closer. “What do you mean?” ”Meet me in the blue building on the far side of campus. It’s the one where they’re going to hold the last test. I got it all planned out, except for one bit, and I suppose we can do without for our first time. Might hurt though.” ”Without what?” Ron blushed a bit. “Well, I can’t really get my hands on the right… equipment that makes this sort of thing go… smoother-“ ”No worries.” Draco grinned. Ron tilted his head and raised a brow. ”Come again?” ”Andreas left me a few fun things from his luggage before he left.” Draco caught Michelle rounding the hill behind them and quickly kissed Ron on the nose. “Let’s not talk until tonight, okay? I don’t want to get caught.” Ron nodded and said loudly: “That’s why the motorcycle is a straight symbol, not a gay one.” Draco bit his lip hard to keep from laughing and whispered: “I’m going to kill you.” ”Save it for tonight.” Ron replied just as softly, leaving in the opposite direction. *** ”Oh, dear god.” Draco muttered to himself, having reached the Final Test building by himself. The bed was king sized. A wide velvet purple spread, with red strips covering the top and bottom, covering the width well. The headboard was a large fringed heart, with small dimples in the shiny painted wood. The lights, when he flicked them on, were low, and tinted pink, giving the room the ambience of a cheap hotel. Draco knew, because Helena had by far not been his father’s first attempt to get him to pop his man-cherry on a woman. And though his father could probably have afforded a better hotel, the ones down Knockturn Alley were less likely to breed gossip. He sat down on the bed, bouncing a bit. It seemed comfortable enough. Considering what its purpose seemed to be, though he had no idea what this Final Test would be like. If it involved him having to fuck Anna, though, he wasn’t certain that he could go through with that. ”Having fun?” Ron asked sardonically, entering the room. Draco blushed, as he seemed to have gotten carried away bouncing on the bed. ”Giving the bed a test run.” ”Right.” Ron said as though he didn’t believe him. He smiled lopsidedly, with gentle eyes and closed the distance between them immediately, leaning in to kiss Draco as he stood himself to meet the kiss. Ron sucked on Draco’s mouth hungrily. The last week without touching him had been so hard on him, he’d found the shower and a bar of soap the only answer to this crazy sudden need of his. Draco pulled away from this kiss, panting. He wanted to try something that had always made Pansy squeal indecorously, and trailed his tongue down Ron’s neck began to suck on the curve between his shoulder and neck. Ron’s surprised moan gave him a good answer and Draco continued, being maddeningly gentle. He worked his way back up again, feeling Ron’s hands rubbing his back arms and shoulder incessantly, and took Ron’s earlobe into his teeth. ”Bloody-“ Ron gasped, as Draco worried the ear between his teeth. When he took to sucking the ear, Draco thought Ron might collapse underneath him. Draco chuckled and looked Ron square in the face. ”You like that?” ”You’re evil.” Ron declared. “Do it again.” ”I might. What exactly did you have planed for tonight?” Draco asked, leading Ron over to the tackily overdressed bed. ”I dunno. I wanted to be alone with you.” Draco pondered whether he should continue with the evil routine or be serious for once. “Whenever you want, wherever you want.” He replied kissing Ron on the cheek again. Ron half smiled. “You said before you never knew the real me until you met me here.” Ron paused, unsure of how to answer. “Well, always before you… well, you know how you act at school. It’s so bloody different.” ”And the real me, whoever that is… that’s the one you like?” Draco asked solemnly, looking into Ron’s deep blue eyes. Ron creased his brow. ”I reckon. It’s the one I fell in love with.” Draco’s eyes widened. He loves me. Draco leaned over and began sucking on Ron’s ear anew, much to the other boy’s surprise, running his tongue up and down the ridge, sliding it in and out of the ear until Ron was laughing and melting in his arms. ”Bloody hell, that feels good.” ”Um, hm.” Draco noted, busying himself with taking off Ron’s blues. Ron looked down to realize that while he’d been melting, Draco had relieved him of most of his clothing. “What exactly did you have planned for tonight?” ”Whatever happens, Gingersnap.” ”I’m not sure I like that nickname. I could cover for me or all my brothers.” ”Well, I’m certainly not letting Percy and the twins fuck me.” Draco replied with feigned indignance. He looked over Ron’s bare torso and circled his finger around his nipple. “And if Ginny gets any ideas about strap-on in her head she can forget it.” Ron laughed heartily. “Maybe I do like it then. A million and one gingersnaps but I’m the only one for you, eh?” ”Damn straight.” Draco replied, rubbing his hand against the bulge in Ron’s pants, which instinctively hardened when Draco was around. ”Unnn…. Don’t do that unless you mean it!” Ron flushed. Draco rubbed his hand over it again, then slowly over his legs. “Okay, Malfoy. That’ does it. Pants off!” Draco laughed. “Am I in trouble, Weasley? I’m so scared!” ”You ought to be.” Ron teased back. He pounced and wrestled Draco onto his back, who giggled irreverently for the theme all the way. When he finally forced Draco to stop wiggling Ron smiled victoriously. “Ten points from Slytherin.” ”Ouch. Any way I can make that up?” ”Maybe.” Ron started to undo the buttons on Draco t-shirt, and the blond boy immediately began trying to shimmy off Ron’s pants. “Hey! Stop that. You’re so bad.” ”Did you really expect anything different?” Draco replied, being forced flat again. ”You’re only going to make this harder on yourself.” ”Promise?” Ron laughed at Draco’s spunky response to what should probably be a serious moment between them, and pressed their lips together once again. His hands worked downward, unbuttoning Draco’s shirt, his legs finally having solved the problem of keeping the boy still by clamping down on Draco’s hips and pinning him to the bed. Meanwhile, Draco had stopped trying so adamantly trying to get into Ron’s pants, and used his hands to push Ron’s face closer as they kissed, tongues working against each other deliciously. He trailed his fingertips over Ron’s neck and bare back, setting the skin on fire with the gentle sensations. Ron pulled away a bit, and Draco reluctantly allowed him, looking down and slipping out of his shirt. Ron’s hands were on his waistband, and Draco let him pull down his trousers. ”Nice.” Ron commented, looking at the tight green briefs stretched over Draco’s bulging cock and pert behind. He moved his hand over the bulge watching Draco squirm. ”Ron, this is as far as I’ve ever gone.” ”I don’t have much of an advantage on you, but I can still show you a few things. Like the gay man’s handshake.” ”What?” ”Cocksucking.” Ron replied threading his thumbs underneath the sides of Draco’s briefs and sliding them all the way down his legs. He tossed the briefs across the room and they landed on a lip shaped lamp. The boys both chuckled. Ron crawled up closer to Draco’s face. ”Gay man’s handshake, huh?” ”Yes.” Ron leaned down and rolled his tongue around Draco’s nipple. ”Yeeee… where did you learn this?” ”From a man in London with a wife and kids.” Ron answer shortly, before wrapping his lips around Draco’s nipple yet again and sucking on it hard, alternating between licking and biting. Draco squirmed, and couldn’t resist taking Ron’ head in his hand again, lovingly mussing his vibrant hair. Ron made his way downward, kissing and licking Draco’s torso as he went. When he reached his belly button, he really started to lick, getting his belly wetter with each rough stroke. Draco moaned as Ron began to thrust his tongue in and out of his belly button, simulating penetration. It wasn’t mind blowing, but it certainly felt good. Finally he worked his way down to Draco’s crotch, where his cock was fully erect and waiting. Ron paused. He wasn’t sure how well he was going to be able to do this. He’d only actually been on the giving end of this once. ”Taking inventory?” Draco asked. Ron snorted. ”Take notes, Mr. Malfoy. There’s going to be a test on this later.” He retorted. He rubbed his hands experimentally over Draco inner thighs. ”I’m going to squirt on you if you don’t hurry up.” ”Quit your bitching, blondie. I’ll get to it when I get to it.” Draco wrapped his legs around Ron’s head. “How about now?” ”Let go!” Ron demanded. Draco laid back and chuckled. ”Eat me.” He laughed. Ron gently ran his fingers over the base of Draco’s cock and licked the precum off the tip of his penis. Draco practically squealed at the touch. It was like an intensely pleasurable tickle that he couldn’t reach. Ron swirled his tongue the tip of Draco’s penis, which was remarkably petal soft and new. Draco dug his fingers into the fabric of the bed and tried to control his breathing. Ron hummed as he went along, taking a little more of him into his mouth and going up and down on him, encouraged by Draco’s volumous moaning that he was doing this the right way. He let some of his saliva dribble onto his fingers and began to stroke Draco’s testicles as well, running his fingers over the inner thighs, down the stretch of skin in between his testicle and his ass, and back around to his balls. Draco’s feet pushed down besides him and he tensed his entire body arching his back up. ”Oh… zounds! Holy wh-words!” Draco cried out amongst the nonsense that was pouring out between pants. He grasped downward and felt Ron’s hair. “OhohOH!” Ron felt the bitter cum explode into his mouth. His tongue curled up to the back of his throat to keep him from swallowing it. He was afraid he’d throw up, which would be embarrassing and insulting at the same time, or so he gathered from discussions from other guys. Instead, he crawled up to Draco and watched his postcoitally blissful face relax as he calmed down. He leaned in and kissed him, letting some of the cum ooze into Draco’s mouth so he wouldn’t have to swallow all of it. Draco grimaced a little bit, but didn’t pull away, but cuddled into Ron’s side, wrapping his leg around Ron’s legs to keep him from getting away. ”I don’t taste very good.” He said after a moment. Ron struggled. ”It isn’t that bad. Sorry about that.” ”Sorry I had to taste my own spooge? You had to taste it too.” Ron chuckled. “Sorry it didn’t last very long. I need more practice.” ”Hm. Well, I supposed we’ll have to work on that. I thought it was bloody fantastic anyway.” Draco grinned. Ron mouth kissed his chin and looked on him with a little adoration. ”You up for another row?” Ron asked. “Oh, wait, what did you get from Andreas?” ”Hold on.” Draco leaned over the bed, giving Ron a nice look at his naked ass as he bent over, shuffling through his discarded clothing. He came up after a moment with holding a small vial and a condom. “Here we go. I can guarantee I don’t have any diseases though.” Ron grinned, laying his head on his arm as he looked over at Draco, resting on his knees as he looked at him with interest. ”I would give it a go without, but the last thing I want is to get you knocked up. How are you going to explain that one to Daddy?” ”Hullo, Father. I’ve disobeyed your orders, fallen for a Weasley, and am going to bear his first of fifty sons.” Draco said, mocking his own carefully intense tone. “We’re going to go live in an apartment over a strip club in Knockturn Alley where I can be a housewife, and he can work at the Ministry trying to bring down the Malfoy name and supporting Potter in his war against the Dark Lord, Moldie Voldie.” Ron wrinkled his nose. ”You don’t want me to bear your young? But I’d look so cute pregnant!” Draco said, pretending to be hurt. He bent his back and pouched out his tummy. Ron laughed out loud. ”You’re wonderful! No, I’m just not sure I like the idea of working in the Ministry like every other Weasley.” Draco shrugged. “You’ll find something.” ”How about you?” Ron asked seriously. “What do you want to do?” ”I think I want to be a go-go dancer.” ”Oh come on!” ”I don’t know, Ron, I’m fucking fifteen. I’ll figure it out later. Now.” Draco crawled around in the other direction and smacked his ass. “Back to business, Gingersnap.” ”Whatever you say, Sweetcheeks.” Ron grinned grabbing the vial and the condom. He slipped off his pants at last. “Andreas is so good to us. To me rather, I don’t suppose it would make any difference to you.” ”I think I’d notice you trying to shove something like that up my arse.” Draco looked back at him. Ron blushed furiously and put his hands over his crotch. “None of that.” Draco grabbed Ron’s hands and pulled them away so he could see. “Beautiful. So how do you get that thing on?” Ron looked at the condom. “Oh, that’s what I was talking about. It’s a Wizard brand, so it won’t feel like I’m wearing anything. Won’t break, either.” Draco nodded and watched as Ron pinched the tip and creased his brow, unrolling it slowly onto his own penis. “Sort of puts a pause in the foreplay doesn’t it?” ”I suppose. You can put it on your partner or roll it on with your mouth, but I er… don’t really know how to do that.” Draco leaned over and hugged Ron’s shoulders while he rolled the condom all the way, snuffling on his neck. “I don’t really mind hanging around until you get your cookie.” ”Andreas was a bad influence on you, you know that?” Draco responded by licking his nipple. Ron smiled and pecked him on his lips. “Back on your back.” ”Oh?” Draco flopped back on the bed and spread his legs like a tart. Ron crawled up on top of him. ”I want to see your face while I’m hammering you into the mattress, you bloody Slyth.” ”How much do you want to bet Lupin has said that to Professor Snape over fifty times?” Ron sighed. “Do you want me to do this or not? Because I got be able to get hard for that.” Draco wrapped his arms around Ron’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He slipped his tongue into Ron’s mouth, teasing it up against the top of Ron’s mouth. More comfortable now, their hands roamed around each other’s bodies, getting familiar with the nooks and crannies beneath their clothing. Their breathing got heavier and the kisses became openmouthed and sloppy. Suddenly, Draco felt something slick and pointed enter his rectum and he tensed up. Ron watched Draco’s face carefully for signs of pain, he inserted another finger slowly, hoping to loosen him up a little. He moved the fingers in and out a little bit. ”Oh!” ”Does it hurt?” ”No.” Draco’s eyes were wide. He squirmed as Ron moved his fingers back and forth. “Oh… OH!” Ron rubbed more of the slick lubricant in the vial over his penis and pushed his fingers back into Draco’s rectum widening the space just a little as he eased himself inside. Draco let out a soft moan as he slid all the way in and their hips met. ”Draco-?” ”No, no, don’t stop.” Draco pulled Ron closer to him, pressing their heads together. Encouraged, Ron began sliding in and out slowly, though Draco’s enlivened face showed him that he was not the only person enjoying this. He moved faster and harder. Draco’s hips rocked back and forth with his own, and Ron felt like they were becoming the same person. One creature of pleasure and love, moaning in ecstasy. ”Unnn… Ron, Ron I love… I love-!” Draco panted, and caught his breath as Ron slammed into him, collapsing onto his body as he finished, then being sprayed with Draco’s second orgasm of the night. They lay there, in a sticky sweaty mass, for a few moments, before Ron could feel the need to move. And they breathed contentedly together. Draco kissed his cheekbone, just beneath his eye, because it was closest. “I love you.” ”Well, isn’t that sweet.” Mary’s voice crashed down on their joyful union like a soulbreaking iceberg. All of a sudden Draco could see his life split imperfectly in two, with all the gore of the destruction of a human body by an angered bull. Flesh rent, entrails spilled, the body left twitching in its death throws unattended and unwanted in the street like a discarded wrapper. His life as he knew it was over. |