Brothels, Blonds, and Brunettes

Chapter Two


Draco closed his eyes, taking a drag off his cigarette and letting the atmosphere and the loud music seep through him. He’d been on vacation for a week, and he was still dreaming about the incident with his partner, Ron Weasley. Not only that, but he was also having more dreams about him. Dreams about doing a lot more to him than a hand-job, and having Ron do things to him. He picked up his firewhiskey and tossed it back, grimacing slightly at the feel of it racing down his throat. He had to stop thinking about Ron. He’d be back to working with him in a week, and he had to get these feelings under control.

He felt a hand slide against his ribs over his black silk shirt, and warm breath at his ear.

“Well, look who it is,” whispered a velvety voice that he was all to familiar with.

“What do you want Blaise?”

“What do I want? So many things, really. But mainly a taste. I’ve missed the taste of you.”

The lust in his voice was almost palatable, and Draco had to fight down the urge to take him up on it. He didn’t want to fall back into bad habits. He put out his cigarette slowly, giving him a moment to think of what exactly to say. “Blaise, we ended this months ago. We both agreed that we were in different places. You said you wanted a serious relationship, and I didn’t. Has that changed?”

“Maybe..”

Draco smelled the alcohol on the other man’s breath and turned to face him. He was still devastatingly handsome, with his blue eyes, wavy brown hair, and sharply defined cheekbones. It was certainly tempting. He’d come here for sex, hearing from a friend that this was a good place to hook up with men, and hoping that a good shag would get his mind off a certain red head. But Blaise was an old friend, and he wasn’t going to take advantage of his drunken state. He knew that the other man would regret it in the morning, or take it the wrong way.

“Blaise, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“What? In case you weren’t paying attention, I’m offering sex with no strings attached. I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s not what you want, and you know it.”

“Don’t tell me what I want Malfoy.”

“Fine. You’re looking for a quick shag? Then go get one. But it’s not happening with me.”

“Fuck you then. I see you’re as much of a prick as usual,” he spat out, as he turned and walked to the other end of the bar.

Draco sighed and turned back to his glass. Seeing that it was empty, he signaled the bartender. So he was a prick , huh? That just proved his theory that he should stop trying to be nice. People expected one thing from him, and no matter what he did they always took it the wrong way. He might as well just be the big bastard everyone made him out to be, at least he’d get to have more fun that way.

He turned his body slightly, as the bartender poured him another drink, and he spotted a red head out of the corner of his eye. Merlin, it could almost be him. At least from the back. The hair was the same; just brushing his shoulders, a beautiful burnt orange. He saw a blond man come over to the red head and whisper in his ear, running his hand down the man’s back.

He didn’t think for a minute that it was Ron, it couldn’t be. This was a gay bar and even Ron, dim as he could be sometimes, couldn’t mistake it for something else. Well if he couldn’t have the real thing, maybe a substitute might rid him of his dreams and his desire. He wasn’t bothered by the blond as he walked over to them. He was better looking and.. well..Draco Malfoy. He got what he wanted.

He set his drink down on the table beside the red head, and cocking his head at what he knew to be a particularly fetching angle, he asked,” Can I buy you a drink?”

He was glad that he’d put down his drink, as he definitely would have dropped it as he gazed into the equally startled face of Ron Weasley.

“We were about to leave, so bugger off,” the blond said, straightening to his full height.

“You’re about to *what*?”

“Hey Malfoy. Enjoying you’re vacation? I am.” He leaned over and said in a whisper that wasn’t a whisper. “I’ve decided to get drunk.” He started to chuckle. “So far my plans going along smashingly well.”

“He’s not going anywhere with you, he’s drunk,” he said to the blond. He’d decided to ignore Ron for the moment. Not exactly prepared to deal with him, as he was still a little shocked.

“Aren’t we all?,” the blond said with a persuasive smile.

Draco was not persuaded. “He’s not going anywhere with you,” he repeated, putting a little menace into his voice. “He’s not even gay.”

He turned back to Ron, feeling a little more ready to deal with him. “What the hell are you doing here Weasley? This is a gay bar you know.”

Ron started to chuckle again. “Bloody hell Malfoy. There isn’t a girl in the building. I’m not stupid you know. And...I”m gay!” He stood up and had to catch himself on the bar. “That’s right everybody,” he said turning toward the room. “ I, Ronald Weasley, war hero and Auror, am a great big pouf.” He wobbled on his feet and seemed to think about something for a minute. “But don’t tell my mum.”

Draco grabbed his arm. He wasn’t prepared to deal with this right now. He pretended it was a mission, and shoved all his thought down focusing on one. He was going to get Ron out of here.

“Come on Weasley, I’m taking you home.”

Ron turned and pointed a finger at the blond who seemed quite agitated. “I thought he was taking me home. That’s what he said.”

“Yes well unfortunately, his friend did something stupid and somebody broke his arms and legs. Naturally he has to go and visit the poor sot. Isn’t that right?”

The blond looked into Draco’s eyes and whatever he saw in them, combined with the thinly veiled threat of broken limbs, convinced him that maybe it would be in his best interests to leave.

“Um..yeah. That’s right. I do have to go. Maybe I’ll see you around sometimes,” he said smiling at Ron. He looked back at Draco who had actually taken a step towards him, and started to back away in a hurry. “Or maybe not. I...bye.” He almost tripped over his feet in his rush to get out the door.

Draco turned his attention back to Ron who was reaching for his Firewhiskey. “I don’t think so Weasley. You’ve had enough.”

“You’re not my mother, Malfoy.”

“Thank Merlin for that. But that is my drink, and you can’t have it.”

Ron turned abruptly, and suddenly they were face to face, their bodies brushing. “What if I asked nicely?” He brought his mouth to Draco’s neck and trailed kisses up to his ear. “What if I begged?”

“That’s it,” he said pushing him away, trying to steady his breathing. “We are leaving *right* now.”

“Okay,” Ron said cheerfully in a total change of mood. “I feel like taking a walk.”

“He feels like taking a walk,” he muttered to himself, raising his eyes to the ceiling, as he kept a hold on Ron’s arm.

When they reached the street outside, Ron started to turn right.

“No, no, Weasley. We’re going that way. My flat’s just around the corner.”

“Really? Well I’ve never been there before, on account of you being such an unfriendly bugger, but why not? Lead the way!”

Draco proceeded to do just that, practically dragging Ron along behind him as he muttered to himself. “Good deeds. This is what you get. Just be a bastard. Just be a bastard.”

“Did you say something Malfoy?”

“Just wondering what the going rate is for insane asylums.”

“Oh. Well that’s nice.”

Draco just shook his head. They’d reached his flat, and he leaned Ron against the wall. “Just stay right there, okay? I have to find my keys,” he said as he started to dig into his pockets.

“Here I’ll help,” Ron said, proceeding to shove his hand into Draco’s pocket.

“Weasley! What the hell? Stop it! Just stand there and keep your hands to yourself.” He reached down for the keys, which had fallen from his hand as he’d pulled Ron’s hand from his pocket.

He jerked as he felt a hand on his ass. He turned to Ron. “Did you just grab my ass?”

“No. Well... yes. Sorry mate, but I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw it in that brothel. All pale and firm...yum.”

“Yum? YUM! Merlin you’ll be the death of me. You are obviously pissed, so I’m going to forget you just said that. Now, we’re going to go inside and you’re going to go to sleep. Then in the morning, when you’re sober, we are going to have a talk.”

He shoved the door open and grabbed Ron by the arm, throwing his keys on the stand by the door. He flipped the lights on and immediately let go of Ron, causing him to fall to the floor, as he spotted someone in his bedroom doorway. He lowered his wand, which he had instinctively withdrew from his pocket, and tried to steady his breathing.

“Blaise what in the hell are you doing here?”

Blaise tightened the sheet around his waist, he was obviously naked, and despite his question Draco had a fair idea why Blaise was in his flat.

“I thought that maybe..,” he trailed off, and his eyes narrowed as they came to rest on Ron, who was still on the floor. “What in the hell is he doing here? Is this why you didn’t want me? Are you sleeping with him?”

Ron rose up slightly from the floor, leaning his back against the door. “Oh no, we’re not sleeping together. He does give a terrific handjob though.”

“What! I knew it! I knew you would never turn down sex unless you were already getting it. How long have you been shagging him? Did you do it while we were together?”

Draco drew in a deep breath and shot Ron a very unhappy look.. “You just keep your mouth shut.” He turned to Blaise and the look wasn’t any friendlier.

“How did you get into my apartment?”

“I..I made a copy of your key okay?”

Draco closed his eyes, counting to ten, and reminding himself that Blaise was an old friend.

“Blaise, I’ve had a very long day. I think it would be best if you left. We can talk about this later.”

“Fine. I’ll leave you and your *friend* alone.” He went back into the room, throwing on his clothes quickly and storming towards the door. Draco had moved Ron over to the chair by the fireplace, figuring that Blaise would be in a hurry to leave and not wanting him to be trampled, despite how irritating he was being. Blaise had one foot out of the door, when Draco’s voice stopped him. “Leave the key.”

Blaise turned and looked at him for a moment, before taking the key out of his pocket and throwing it on the ground. He looked at Ron, who was half asleep. “He’ll leave you too. Just wait.”

“He can’t leave me. We’re partners,” he answered sleepily.

Blaise drew in a shocked breath and with one hurt and angry look at Draco, he left.


Draco leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. This night just could not get any worse. He opened his eyes just as Ron lifted his head from the arm of the chair.

“I think I’m going to puke.”


AN: Coming soon. The morning after..