Dear Charlie, From Ron

A/N: Well…I got enough hits for me to continue. So this is the next chapter. Yeah, I forgot to mention that most of the characters are pretty OOC…lol…*ducks rotten tomatoes* Sorry that it's so short, I was having writers block...*sighs* Poor Harry, Ron, and Draco. What am I going to do to them next? Don't forget to review!

November 17th 1996

~Dear Charlie,

Things have gotten better since I last wrote you. Harry is now awake and aware of things and Draco is looking the happiest in days. I got a detention though. I was trying to keep Draco from knocking Blaise’s bloody head off. I guess I wasn’t trying too hard, Draco got a few curses in and maybe a few punches…During detention it was sort of weird…Draco almost seemed like he was in pain…I don’t think he got hit but I think something was definitely wrong. Draco is very prideful and secretive about some things… for example, when I asked him about…~

Draco was nowhere to be found. Ron was getting a little worried after Draco not being at dinner and at their weekly study sessions. He looked everywhere on campus and decided to check one more place. The quiddich pitch. A lone figure was flying around tossing a quaffle into a practice net. Ron climbed up the stairs to a bleacher box and saw that it was shirtless Draco. The full moon was out and was illuminating the field casting soft shadows. Draco’s hair was shining like silver strands of silk and his muscles looked lean and strong under the moonlight.

“I missed you…um…we were supposed to study tonight?” Ron called out. Draco looked up and flew over to Ron in the stands. “Were we? I’m sorry, I completely forgot. I lost track of time.” Draco frowned and then smiled. “You wanna’ play a quick game?” Ron smirked, “Are you sure? Against me, the best keeper in the world?” Draco nods, “Lets see if you can keep up!” Ron runs down to a nearby shed and takes out a broom. He positions himself in front of the goals and waits for Draco.

Like a flash, Draco takes the quaffle and heads towards the goals. Ron, at the ready tries to take the quaffle and head towards the other sets of goals however, Draco at the last minute dips down suddenly. “Draco, what are you doing?” Ron at a split second realizes that Draco lost control of his broom. Ron lunges down to try to catch Draco before he lets go of his broom. He positions himself underneath Draco to cushion him from as much impact and they both fall to the ground with a sickening thud. Ron looks at Draco to see if he’s okay, “Draco? Draco?” Draco rolls off of Ron and lays on his back clutching at his chest. “Ron, I need you to go to my bag and take out my pain potion. Please Ron, Hurry!” Ron runs over to see Draco’s bag on the bench. He takes out a small vial of liquid and runs back over to Draco who grabs the vial and swallows the contents. After a while of labored breathing, Draco’s gasps slow to normal. “What happened? What the fuck just happened?” Ron says while sitting next to Draco. “I’m fine, I just took it a little hard.” Draco replies. “Ron, can I tell you something?” Ron slightly dumbfounded by how fast Draco recovered nods.

“Harry and I used to be enemies. I always wanted to be better than him in anything…everything. We were both seekers for our houses in qudditch. He was phenomenal and I was just so-so compared to him.” Draco takes a deep breath, “During one of our games against each other, we were after the snitch and we didn’t see the bludger heading our way. I got wind of the thing first so I did something that I would of never thought of and pushed him out of the way of it. I got hit square in the chest.” Ron sees tears falling from Draco’s eyes, “Next thing I know, I was in the hospital wing with a sleeping Harry at my side. The nurse said he was there every day since the accident and wouldn’t eat or go to class.”

Ron sat quietly and waited for Draco to finish. “The worst part of it is that I hated him. I hated him so much for that bit of compassion towards me. I knew I could never be better than him. I knew that I could never be the same.” Draco makes his hands into fists and starts punching the ground. “I never should of fell in love with him, never! Father knows, every one knows and now he’s with that bastard Blaise to try to protect me again! Damn I hate him…I HATE him Ron!…I hate..” Ron takes Draco by the shoulders and kisses him softly on his lips. “You can’t fight it anymore, you need him and he needs you. You need to talk with him.” Ron sighs and smiles, “Come on gimp, I’ll help you to the hospital wing.” The couple limps to the wing to dress their wounds, while Draco stays for observation, Ron leaves to go back to his room. No one saw the tears running down his face.

~…We have these weekends at Hogwarts where we go to Hogsmeade. I met this girl at one of the shops in the town. Hermione Granger is one person that infuriates me so much, but I can tell that she can be one of my best friends. A know it all and book a holic she rivals Draco on intelligence and she really helps me with all of that love stuff. Another girl I met is a friend of Hermione. Her name is Luna. That girl is truly nutters but she is pretty cool…I guess. By the way, Gred and Forge are doing okay. Getting many detentions as usual. You don’t know how many howlers they get a week from mom. It’s embarrassing. Harry got out of the clinic after a while of rest and is his normal self but he seems happier. And Draco seems a little bit less worried about the Harry thing. I thought I would give them some space to work things out and…~

November 28th 1996

Ron sees Harry and Draco walk down to Hogsmeade together. Sighing to himself, he makes his way down the path to meet Hermione. Walking in companionable silence, the duo enters a few shops and stops to sit on an outside bench. Hermione smiles, “Its cold, lets go in.” They walk into a nearby café and orders some tea. Ron bites into his chocolate frog after catching it on the table. “So…how are you doing in Charms, do you still need help on your homework? Hermione asked. “I think I got it ‘mione…” Ron looks moodily out the window at the kids walking around town. Hermione smiles, “Ron, Is it about Harry and Draco?” Ron looks into his tea and frowns, “I can’t figure out where my feelings lie. Harry is so…weird. I don’t even think Draco even knows that I like him. I don’t even know if I like THEM.”

A knock on the window stops Hermione from saying anything more as they look up and is greeted with a pair of silvery blue eyes. Draco walks in and nods to Hermione as he grabs Ron on the shoulder, “I’m sorry Granger, but I really need to talk to Ron right now it’s important.” Hermione rolls her eyes, “What ever Malfoy, Ron I’ll see you next weekend alright?” Ron nods before he was taken out of the chair and outside with Draco.

“Weasley, What is your problem!” Draco snapped as he and Ron walked down the street. “You’ve been avoiding Harry and I like the plague and I don’t like it.” People turns and stares at the couple. Ron looks down at his hands. “Draco, I…” Draco takes Ron’s arm “Come on…” Ron follows Draco as he walks out of the town and to a nearby lake to a peculiar shack.

As they walk in, Draco pushes Ron against the wall. “Have you any idea what you’ve done?” Draco kisses Ron on the lips and then paces around the room, “I can’t stop thinking about what happened!” Ron left dumbfounded again continues to stand against the wall. “You kissed me! And now I want you! Merlin, Ron what were you thinking?” As Ron tries to slip away, Draco goes and pins him to the wall. Frozen to the wall, Ron’s eyes locked with Draco’s and he moves in to close the distance between their lips. After they break away Draco looks down. “Bugger, someone’s bloody excited.” He looks up at Ron and whispers in his ear, “I want you. Bad. If I make you happy, will you let me have you?” Ron nods slowly.

The couple lays on the floor. Slowly, they take off their clothes and stops for a brief moment due to awkwardness. “You know, this is my first time.” Draco smirks. At that moment, Draco reaches for Ron’s quivering manhood. Ron gasps out and trembles when Draco starts to massage his ball sac. “Moan for me.” Draco whispers into Ron’s ear. Ron moans softly and blushes. Draco uses his thumb to rub Ron’s pre-cum around the head of his cock. He feels Ron, trembling below him so Draco starts moving his hand up and down Ron’s rock hard cock. A pressure was building within Ron, slowly but surely like water beginning to boil. Ron continues to breathe heavily as Draco continues to stroke him while sucking on his nipples. “Do it. Please Draco.” Ron pants as moves get on all fours. “I want to cum with you.” Draco kisses Ron on the cheek and uses his pre-cum as lubricant on his fingers. He tentavely presses his fingers slightly into Ron’s ass hole as if asking for entrance. Ron cries out as Draco begins with one, then two fingers stretching him out for his cock. Draco briefly touches Ron’s prostate, which makes Ron almost explode with pleasure. Draco slowly inserts himself into Ron. He shivers due to the extremely hot and tight shaft he’s in. The couple begins to move as one. Draco thrusting and Ron receiving his powerful demands. The room begins to fade away as both of them become more in tuned with one another, listening to their cries of pleasure, smelling the musky air, sharing the same sweat, bodies flushed, and begging each other for release. Soon the pressure begins to become too much and with a mighty thrust, Draco spills his seed into Ron’s abused hole. Ron comes to a grand climax as he spills his seed unto the floor. Sated, the couple rests on the shack’s floor.