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Snogging with the Enemy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Ron
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,939
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Ron slowed to a trot, then stopped, panting heavily. Figures, of all the damned people in the damned school, all the damned creatures in the damned forest, he had to run into Draco Malfoy.
There was a downed tree up ahead. Ron staggered over it and tried to get his body back under control. He wasn’t exhausted, wasn’t even remotely winded. But it was hard to run with raging wood, and the sight of Malfoy in those shorts had triggered an immediate and uncontrollable response.
Damn him anyway, Ron thought, Damned Malfoy.
It was funny; he and Malfoy had been in the same school for seven years, but this was the first time he’d seen Malfoy in anything other than robes or street clothes. And damned if he didn’t like what he saw. Malfoy had amazing legs, and above…
Ron sat, straddling the stump. His third leg was still going strong. He was in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, but there was no way he was going to be able to make it back to his dormitory unless he took care of things.
He began to reach into his sweats—and then Malfoy rounded a corner.
Ron’s eyes widened. Malfoy saw him, stopped short.
Ron blurted out, “Hey, come on over!”
Draco was surprised by the Weasel’s invitation—but he figured why not? He trotted over to the downed tree and sat down, facing the Weas—Ron. Ron’s upper torso was covered in a thin layer of sweat and Draco found that incredibly appealing.
“How long you been running?” Ron asked.
Draco shrugged. “About half an hour. I was winding it up when I saw you.”
“Yeah, I was about finished myself,” Ron said. “Didn’t know you ran.”
“I took it up a couple months ago,” Draco replied. His eyes clouded over. “Sometimes, I think if I run fast enough……”
His voice trailed off. “If you can run fast enough?” Ron prompted.
Draco looked squarely at him. “I can forget the last three years ever happened,” he said directly. “Maybe even the last seven.”
“Why? I mean, why the last seven?”
“Because I don’t like what I was, Ron,” Draco said. “I looked at you and Potter and Granger, and I was, pardon the pun, green with jealousy. The three of you were so close—and I had Crabbe and Goyle as my ‘friends.’ And Parkinson,” he shuddered, “Gods, that female was so after me it bordered on insane. Sickening.”
Ron liked where this was going. “You didn’t fancy Parkinson?”
Draco shook his head. “Or any girls, really.” He hesitated, then thought, Oh, why not.
“As a matter of fact, Ron,” he said, fighting to keep his voice under control, “I fancied you.”
Ron reached over and tentatively began to run his fingers over Draco’s leg. It was smooth and muscular, the skin soft and cool to the touch. “Is this okay?” he asked shyly.
Draco smiled and nodded, just as shyly.
Ron smiled back and went back to stroking Draco’s leg. He leaned closer and reached for Draco’s thigh with his other hand, feeling the hard muscles under the skin. His hand glided up and down Draco’s leg, and when his thumb brushed against Draco’s dick, Draco jumped in surprise.
Ron jerked back, horrified. “I’m sorry!” he gasped. “I didn’t mean—I won’t…”
“Ron…it’s okay,” Draco gasped. “It’s…okay. I was just……surprised.”
He sat back down next to Ron. He took Ron’s hands and put them back on his calf and his thigh. “This is where we were, right?” he asked.
Ron nodded. He slid his hand along Draco’s leg and reached under shorts. The tip of his finger touched the tip of Draco’s dick, and it was rock hard. His eyes locked with Draco’s, looking for something.
He must have found it. He took a deep breath, then took Draco’s dick in a firm grasp. He guided it out from under Draco’s shorts until the tip was peeking out from the leg. He leaned over……and took it into his mouth.
There was a downed tree up ahead. Ron staggered over it and tried to get his body back under control. He wasn’t exhausted, wasn’t even remotely winded. But it was hard to run with raging wood, and the sight of Malfoy in those shorts had triggered an immediate and uncontrollable response.
Damn him anyway, Ron thought, Damned Malfoy.
It was funny; he and Malfoy had been in the same school for seven years, but this was the first time he’d seen Malfoy in anything other than robes or street clothes. And damned if he didn’t like what he saw. Malfoy had amazing legs, and above…
Ron sat, straddling the stump. His third leg was still going strong. He was in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, but there was no way he was going to be able to make it back to his dormitory unless he took care of things.
He began to reach into his sweats—and then Malfoy rounded a corner.
Ron’s eyes widened. Malfoy saw him, stopped short.
Ron blurted out, “Hey, come on over!”
Draco was surprised by the Weasel’s invitation—but he figured why not? He trotted over to the downed tree and sat down, facing the Weas—Ron. Ron’s upper torso was covered in a thin layer of sweat and Draco found that incredibly appealing.
“How long you been running?” Ron asked.
Draco shrugged. “About half an hour. I was winding it up when I saw you.”
“Yeah, I was about finished myself,” Ron said. “Didn’t know you ran.”
“I took it up a couple months ago,” Draco replied. His eyes clouded over. “Sometimes, I think if I run fast enough……”
His voice trailed off. “If you can run fast enough?” Ron prompted.
Draco looked squarely at him. “I can forget the last three years ever happened,” he said directly. “Maybe even the last seven.”
“Why? I mean, why the last seven?”
“Because I don’t like what I was, Ron,” Draco said. “I looked at you and Potter and Granger, and I was, pardon the pun, green with jealousy. The three of you were so close—and I had Crabbe and Goyle as my ‘friends.’ And Parkinson,” he shuddered, “Gods, that female was so after me it bordered on insane. Sickening.”
Ron liked where this was going. “You didn’t fancy Parkinson?”
Draco shook his head. “Or any girls, really.” He hesitated, then thought, Oh, why not.
“As a matter of fact, Ron,” he said, fighting to keep his voice under control, “I fancied you.”
Ron reached over and tentatively began to run his fingers over Draco’s leg. It was smooth and muscular, the skin soft and cool to the touch. “Is this okay?” he asked shyly.
Draco smiled and nodded, just as shyly.
Ron smiled back and went back to stroking Draco’s leg. He leaned closer and reached for Draco’s thigh with his other hand, feeling the hard muscles under the skin. His hand glided up and down Draco’s leg, and when his thumb brushed against Draco’s dick, Draco jumped in surprise.
Ron jerked back, horrified. “I’m sorry!” he gasped. “I didn’t mean—I won’t…”
“Ron…it’s okay,” Draco gasped. “It’s…okay. I was just……surprised.”
He sat back down next to Ron. He took Ron’s hands and put them back on his calf and his thigh. “This is where we were, right?” he asked.
Ron nodded. He slid his hand along Draco’s leg and reached under shorts. The tip of his finger touched the tip of Draco’s dick, and it was rock hard. His eyes locked with Draco’s, looking for something.
He must have found it. He took a deep breath, then took Draco’s dick in a firm grasp. He guided it out from under Draco’s shorts until the tip was peeking out from the leg. He leaned over……and took it into his mouth.