Brothels, Blonds, and Brunettes

Brothels, Blonds, and Brunettes

Draco tried to steady his breathing as he pressed his back further into Ron Weasley, trying to get as close to him as he possibly could. If someone had told him a year ago that he’d be pressed up against Ron Weasley, in the closet of a brothel no less, he’d have sent them to St. Mungo’s. But, in the year since they’d been partners, they had been in situations quite similar to this, although this was the first time that it had involved a brothel.

Voldemort had been defeated in their sixth year, and Draco had fought along beside Harry and Ron, earning him the trust and confidence of the Ministry of Magic, which had led to him becoming an Auror. After a year of training, everyone had been assigned partners, and when Draco found out he’d be partnered with Ron, he was to say the least upset. And no less than his partner. Ron had apparently thrown quite a fit and had almost been fired. Luckily for him his Dad was the Minister of Magic, so he’d only gotten a firm warning that this kind of behavior was unacceptable, and possibly had his telly privileges taken away. Ron had only just recently gotten his own flat in London, and Draco had made fun of him mercifully when he’d been living with his parents.

Draco, of course, hadn’t lived at home since sixth year. Betraying everything his father believed in by joining the ‘good’ side, had left his father with the urge to do something much more permanent and painful than taking away his telly privileges. Needless to say, he had stayed at Hogwarts for the past two years until he’d saved up enough money from his job to afford a flat, which he’d mercifully gotten a month before Ron. Just one more thing to lord over him. He had to get his kicks somehow.

And now they were in the closet of a brothel, hoping that the group of former Death Eater’s didn’t find them. They had been tracking one and preparing to capture him, when he’d met up with four others and turned the tables on them. Now they were the prey.

There was a noise in the room outside the door and both boys stiffened. Draco felt the warm breath that had been consistently blowing across his neck stop, and he also held his breath.

The door rattled and both men whipped out their wands, preparing for the worst.

The door opened to reveal the mistress of the brothel, with no visible Death Eaters behind her. Both Ron and Draco let out relieved breaths.

“Hurry up. You have to get out of there. Their checking all the closets in every room. They’re sure you’re in here. Come on out. I have an idea.”

“Oh really? And what’s that? Because from where I’m standing, we look screwed.”

“I don’t see you coming up with any ideas, so let her talk,” Ron said shortly.

Draco rolled his eyes, but turned his attention to the woman. He saw that she had something in her hands. Something veil-y looking, and pink. Suddenly he had an idea what her plan was. “I don’t think so lady I’m not putting that on. I’d rather die.”

“That can be arranged. Just stand around for a few more minutes and don’t listen to me.”

“What are you two on about? Of course we’ll do anything we have to,” Ron said, looking confused.

“Oh sure, says the one who gets to be the man.”

“What?”

Draco sighed. “Honestly Weasley. We’re in a brothel. We have to come up with someway to make them think we belong here. And in case you hadn’t noticed, this brothel only features women.”

“So.. we.. you have to.. what?”

“We don’t have time for this boys. You get naked and do something with that hair,” she said pointing to Ron, who looked sick, but obeyed nontheless.

“And you take off your clothes and put these on. I suggest you put a lengthening charm on your hair. You’re lucky, you look kind of feminine anyway.”

Draco scowled at her, but quickly took off his shirt and pants. He heard Ron laughing at the “feminine’ remark and turned to say something scathing. Unfortunately, Ron being a good little order follower, had already taken off his clothes. Draco stared at him for a moment and his eyes wondered down in spite of himself. He turned his head away so quickly he was surprised his neck didn’t snap.

He couldn’t believe he had checked out Weasley. They were obviously spending to much time together and it had been weeks since he’d gotten laid. And that had been some one night stand with a guy he’d met in a bar, and it hadn’t been as satisfying as it usually was. He was definitely asking for some vacation time if they survived this. He’d say he was mentally distressed, not an unusual complaint with Aurors. If he was lusting after Weasley there was obviously something distressed in his mind.

Ron chuckled as he finished removing his sock, he thought he saw Draco move out of the corner of his eye, but all that was forgotten as he looked up. The sight of Malfoy’s incredibly pale and surprisingly firm arse, caused all the saliva in his mouth to dry up. He’d done a growing spell of his hair and it now hung to his waist. His narrow tapered hips, made him look anything but feminine. What the hell was he doing? Was he checking out Malfoy?

He quickly turned away and got on the bed. He really needed some time off, this job was making him insane. He looked up as Draco lay down on the bed beside him, his body artfully covered in pink veils.

“Now you big strapping man, you get on top, try to cover as much of his body as possible.” She pointed to his flaccid penis. “And I’d think about your chickie at home, or football, or whatever does it for you. You have to be convincing, your life depends on it.” She took out her wand and said a spell to make his hair blond, and then turned and made Draco’s brown. His hair color was unusual and the Death Eaters would probably recognize it.

“I have to leave now, they’ll be coming in a minute, and you’d better be too, if you want to live.”
With that she left the room, and Ron quickly rolled on top of Draco, settling himself between his legs. He tried to get himself excited, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the Death Eaters that would be appearing at any moment.

He felt a hand worm between their bodies and wrap around his cock and he jerked back. “What the hell are you..doing?” He finished on a gasp as Draco slowly stroked his cock.

“I’m trying to save our lives, taking one for the team. Just close your eyes and pretend it’s Granger or something.”

But Ron didn’t close his eyes, he didn’t want to. He looked down into Draco’s pale grey eyes moaning as Draco’s hand worked over his, now very erect, cock. Ron buried his face in Draco’s neck and his hands tightened on Draco’s arms, as he breathed heavily.

Ron’s warm breath on his neck and the feel of his cock in his hands, was arousing Draco and his body was reacting, as hard as he tried to will it not to. Ron was sure to feel it.

Just as Ron had started to feel Draco’s hardness against his belly, the door burst open, and they both froze.

Ron whipped around, displaying his erect penis to the men in the doorway, so that there could be no mistaking what he was doing. “Who the bloody hell do you think you are barging in here like this? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

The Death Eaters ignored him and made a quick search of the room, taking care to examine the closet thoroughly.

“Have you seen two men, a blond and a red head?”

“No I bloody well haven’t. I’ve been kinda busy as you can see. Now will you bugger off so I can finish my business,” Ron said, his voice filled with irritation. He hoped that was all they heard, and not the fear that he was trying to keep a tight reign on.

The Death Eaters turned and started to walk out the door. “They must have escaped somehow. I thought you had the perimeter secure?”

Ron felt Draco stiffen at the voice of the Death eater.

“I’m sorry sir. I though we did.”

“Well I never expected it to be easy. Draco’s a worthy enemy.”

“Yes sir.”

“Oh shut up Nott.”

Ron waited for a few minutes after they left and then fell onto his back beside Draco. “Was that who I think it was?”

“I don’t know who you think it was Weasley. It’s beyond my power to figure out how your twisted mind works. But if you’re thinking it was my father, then yes, that’s who it was.”

Ron ignored the insult and turned to face him. “You knew that you’d see him again one day. It’s all right to be upset.”

“Spare me the heart to heart Weasley. The only thing I’m upset about is the fact that I may be ruined sexually for the rest of my life, by this vile thing I’ve had to do.”

Draco made as if to rise, but Ron slapped a hand down on his chest, holding him there. “Unless you somehow had a banana, in a pocket which you didn’t have, I’d say you didn’t think it was so vile.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m attracted to men, and I haven’t gotten laid in awhile. I got caught up in the situation.”

“You’re gay? I’ve never seen you with any men before.”

“We’ll some of us choose to be discreet in our affairs.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that maybe you and Granger could be a little less obvious. We all know that you’re screwing, there’s no need to remind us with your little public displays of affection.”

“There’s nothing going on between Hermione and me. We’re just friends is all. That’s all we’ve ever been.”

“Right. I’m sure. It doesn’t matter anyway. Will you let me up?”

Ron removed his hand from Draco’s chest and Draco shot out of the bed, tearing away his veils, and quickly pulling on his clothes.

Ron followed suit, and when they were both dressed they went to the apparition point, returning to the Ministry to give their report. Their superior didn’t like how close they’d come, and ordered them both to take two weeks vacation. Neither said anything as they went there separate ways, both happy for the chance to get away from each other. A vacation was just what they needed, then everything would be back to normal.


AN: There will be a sequel to this.( Provided there are enough reviews:)) I’m actually finding writing Draco/ Ron kind of fun. I wanted to challenge myself to write something about a ship that I just couldn’t see happening, and make it happen. And this is it, let me know what you think.