Hour Follows Hour

Disclaimer: Characters, settings, core concepts, etc., not mine. They belong to J.K. Rowling. Only the story is mine. And do you wanna hear the worst part??? I\'m not even getting paid for it! I\'m doing it for free!!!

This fanfic is slash, meaning that there is some hot male-to-male action going on. If ideaidea of two guys getting intimate makes you want to retch, then you don\'t want to read this piece of depraved, perverted filth.

A new warning: This chapter is so so dark. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Pairing: Ron/Draco, Lucius/Draco

Rating: Overall: NC-17; This Chapter: NC-17
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Chapter Three

Ron was starving before he actually had the food in front of him. Now that it was time to eat, all he could do was play with his food and think about the revelation he had this morning. Was he gay? Was that bad? It\'s not really talked about in the wizarding world, but Ron knew that it was fairly common, and not necessarily frowned upon. Of course, that depended upon whom you asked. He was letting all this sink in and rumble around his brain like a sack of stones when he got a nudge from Hermione.

\"Ron, what\'s the matter with you? You\'ve barely even touched your food.\" She looked concerned. He had to think quickly. She mustn\'t know. No one could know.

\"I just didn\'t sleep well last night, is all,\" Ron lied. He was never good at lying. He hoped in vain that she didn\'t notice. She knew him far too well.

She wasn\'t the only one. \"What are you talking about, Ron? You were falling asleep as we were walking to our dorm. You were out like a light all night.\" Harry looked at his friend quizzically.

Think, think, think! \"Nightmares,\" Ron muttered. \"Big spiders everywhere.\" He knew that what he said could not in any way be mistaken for a complete sentence. He just blurted what came to mind. He hoped they would drop the subject; he could already feel his ears beginning to turn red, and then they would definitely know he was lying.

Luckily, Harry mistakenly took his reddening ears as a sign of unpleasant memories, because he shifted in his seat and instantly changed the subject and began talking about Quidditch. Ron was very grateful that his friend was so trusting.

Or was he? Ron almost thought he saw a suspicious glint in Harry\'s eyes. Then again, he could just be paranoid.

He diverted his attention instead to the Slytherin table of the Great Hall, where Malfoy was sitting in his usual seat, Crabbe on one side, Goyle on the other. His smirk was affixed perfectly to his face, as usual. His hair looked just as it usually did, blonde and fine, and slicked back as was Malfoy\'s fashion. He started talking about something that Crabbe and Goyle obviously didn\'t understand. He very quickly became annoyed and stopped talking, shaking his head in disgust and looking instead around the Hall with his icy gaze, only half interested in what he saw.

Until he looked in Ron\'s direction.

Ron thought he was going to faint. Malfoy was staring at him. Almost gawking. Oh, he knows, oh bloody hell, this is so embarrassing, Ron thought. This was just awful; hang on. Was Malfoy smiling at him? It couldn\'t be. What was he playing at? Was he trying to unnerve Ron? Well, it wasn\'t going to work. It was all just adrenaline. All of the... other stuff was a different subject for a different time. He had to remember what Harry said. It was all just adrenaline.

\"Ron? Hullo?\" Harry started shaking Ron out of his thoughts. \"I was asking you if you wanted to see Hagrid today.\"

\"Oh, no, I can\'t, remember? I\'ve got detention.\" Ron couldn\'t believe that he had remembered that off the cuff.

\"Oh, right. Sorry. Why were you staring at Malfoy, anyway?\"

Ron laughed nervously. \"Hate that git,\" he offered. Hermione nodded her agreement, but Harry looked at Ron suspiciously for a moment.

\"Come on, we\'re going to be late!\" exclaimed Hermione, and then all three of them left for classes.

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Ron sat in his chair uncomfortably, trying as hard as he could to concentrate on his essay. He was serving his detention with Snape, and he was supposed to write a whole parchment about the uses of daisy roots in a Shrinking Solution. Ron remembered one particular episode three years ago when he had to chop Malfoy\'s daisy roots for him - \"Daisy roots must be chopped before going in the Shrinking Solution,\" Ron wrote diligently - the stupid arsehole had gone and gotten bit by a hippogriff. He deserved it, as nasty as he was. Then Malfoy was ungrateful enough to complain to Snape that Ron wasn\'t chopping them evenly enough. The whiny little brat. Ron supposed Malfoy always found someone dumb enough to do things for him. \"The roots must be chopped evenly to be effective,\" Ron wrote bitterly. Maybe Snape remembered that incident as well and supposed Ron had learned something.

It interested Ron how much Malfoy had put him through in the past six years. Now was no different. He still tormented Ron - now more than ever, because now there was the ever-present sexual tension. Malfoy had to know he was beautiful. That made Ron mad and embarrassed at the same time. Malfoy was beautiful. He was perfect, in fact. Did this make Ron gay? Ron shrugged and supposed it did. After all, he had never really thought about girls like this. He was surprised by how much it didn\'t bother him. I mean, who\'s going to care anyway? Ron thought. All people ever care about is what Harry\'s up to - no one ever cares about ickle Ron Weasley. Not that that\'s Harry\'s fault or anything. That\'s just the way it is. Ron felt a little better at this realization. He also felt a lot older because of the gravity of it all.

But why Malfoy? He\'s made me nothing but miserable. Ron didn\'t know what to think. Bollocks. He had just figured everything out, and now he was all confused again.

You d rea really *like* him, necessarily. Just because you want to shag him doesn\'t mean you have to like him. Ron thought about this with satisfaction. Of course not. In fact, if he were to ever shag Malfoy, it would be an even better event given the fact that Ron didn\'t like him. It would probably seem as if Ron was controlling him. Ron grinned.

Snape cleared his throat expectantly. Ron looked outside. It was dark. How long had he been there?

\"One hour,\" Snape said coolly, as though he could read Ron\'s mind. \"You\'ve been here one hour. I hope your report is close to completion.\" Ron looked down and his stomach twisted.

Daisy Roots

Daisy roots must be chopped before going into the Shrinking Solution. The roots must be chopped evenly to be effective.

Ron groaned. \"Mr. Weasley, I am ready to leave. You will continue to have detention until you have completed this assignment. I assumed it would only take a week, but by the looks of this\" - he snatched Ron\'s parchment up and glared at it - \"it just might take a little longer. Good evening, Mr. Weasley.\"

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Draco walked briskly and with a bounce in his step. He felt great, considering all he had thought about. If Weasley did know his little secret, he obviously wasn\'t talking. That was relieving. But why? Maybe Weasley was scared. That was probably it. He was scared to say anything. The little pouf. Draco would eventually take advantage of that.

Hang on. Maybe he could take advantage of it now.

He saw Weasley walking towards him, apparently unawareanytanything but himself. He was walking with his head to the ground, and he looked - what? Embarrassed? Guilty? What a wonderful moment this would be.

\"What\'s the matter, Weasel? Didn\'t have fun with Snape? Or are you rushing back to Potter to complain about your day and maybe get a little foot rub?\" Weasley looked up at him suddenly. What was it? Draco said things like that all the time. But for some reason he had struck a nerve. With that little comment. Odd.

Weasley took a step forward, looking Draco square in the eye. \"So you know, do you? I suppose that makes you feel special. You don\'t know shit, Malfoy.\" Weasley looked more concrete than usual. He had done something different. Draco didn\'t know what to make of it.

\"What am I supposed to know? I know that you\'re pathetic. I know that you don\'t have two Sickles to rub together. And I know that you live in the shadow of everyone\'s favorite Golden Boy. What else is there to know?\" Draco sighed, becoming impatient and bored.

Weasley looked at him with an odd expression. Confusion. Now Draco was beginning to worry. What was it he was supposed to know?

\"Oh, shove off, Malfoy. Just leave me alone.\" Weasley started to walk away.

Draco stopped him by putting his arm against the wall. \"No, I don\'t think I will. You know too much.\" This started an odd dance, with Ron trying to leave and Draco stopping him, with his arms, his hands, his body at times.

Ron rolled his eyes. \"Oh, what now? Now I\'m supposed to know something? Quit bothering me and just let me go.\" He shoved Draco. \"Or are you looking for another fist in the stomach?\"

\"Let me tell you something, Weasel. You may think your knowledge of me is amusing, but it will only serve towards my own ends in the long run.\"

\"What the hell are you talking about?! Just let - me - go!\" At this, Ron tried once again to escape. Draco grabbed both his arms, and the two stood facing each other for awhile, each boy\'s breath hot on the other one\'s face.

\"Oh, I think you know exactly what I\'m talking about,\" Draco whispered in a raspy voice. Weasley looked so cute when he was displaying more than one emotion at once. The mixture of confusion and rage fit him quite nicely.

Ron was also panicked. He had started to grow hard again. \"I hate your fucking guts, Malfoy.\"

\"I\'ll bet you do.\" And with that, Draco slid his hands down Ron\'s arms, and back up his chest. \"You probably want to kill me, don\'t you?\" he whispered.

Now Ron was definitely starting to panic. He was getting more aroused by the second. He started sweating, and he felt his face and ears get hot. \"Well - I - er - \" Oh, God, what is going on? Why is Malfoy touching me? Why does he have to do this, of all things? \"You - you stop playing games. You bloody know what this is doing to me. I would rather you tell all your little friends than do this. Please... stop it.\"

Now it was Draco\'s turn to look confused. \"And what is this doing, Weasley?\" Draco almost laughed out loud. This was too delicious. The little git was squirming ferociously. Good God, this Weasley likes it! He\'s getting aroused! What luck! \"I get the sneaking suspicion you don\'t really want me to stop, do you?\" He ran his hands down Ron\'s chest and to his crotch. Confirmation. \"Oh, no, definitely not.\" He smirked viciously.

\"Malfoy - you don\'t know - what you\'re doing - \" Ron gulped. So this was it, was it? Draco\'s lips looked too enticing to him. He just had to know. He didn\'t care about the consequences. He leaned forward and kissed Draco.

It was nothing like he\'d expected. Instead of punching him, Draco retaliated hungrily. Draco took Ron\'s head in his hands and started to explore Ron\'s mouth with his tongue. He pulled at Ron\'s lower lip with his teeth. Ron stroked Draco\'s shoulders and moved his hands down Draco\'s back. He started exploring Draco\'s body while licking his lips and kissing him hard. Then he moved his mouth to Draco\'s neck and started sucking. He also moved his hands down to Draco\'s backside and gave his bum a little squeeze.

Draco\'s mind started racing. He wasn\'t in Ron\'s arms anymore, at least not in his mind. He was at home.

In the bathroom of his father\'s manor. His father was there. Talking to him. Coaxing him.

\"You can never give yourself fully to the Dark Lord if you don\'t first learn to mind your father. Now do exactly as I say...\"

Oh, it hurt. It hurt. \"Father, stop it! You\'re hurting me!\" Draco\'s voice sounded small and timid whenwas was under his father.

\"Pain is weakness leaving the body, Draco,\" Lucius said. His voice was full of malice. Draco was completely naked, but his father had on all his clothes, except for his pants, which were around his ankles.

The claw-footed tub he was draped over was cold on his skin, but his father\'s presence inside him made him burn. He was crying.

\"A Malfoy never cries, Draco,\" his father had said, as he continued fucking the small boy. His massive hand was on his son\'s frail shoulder, and he squeezed it hard when he came. Draco was sick in the tub he was bracing himself on.

\"Now look what you\'ve done. Clean that up. We\'ll continue this later.\"

And they had. For years.

Draco pulled away from Ron and yelled out. \"Get the fuck off me, you fucking pervert!\" He ran in the other direction.

Ron was left stunned. What had just happened? Malfoy had sounded completely disgusted. It all happened so quickly. And were those tears rimming Malfoy\'s eyes? No way. Even Ron knew that Malfoys didn\'t cry.

Ron shook his head and decided he would get some food, take a nice, long bath, and go to bed.

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A/N: Thanks so much to my beta o\'doom, Rei. Also to my other buddies and my sister, and to those of you who reviewed. PLEASE REVIEW!! Sorry this took so lon upd update, but aff.net wouldn\'t let me update for awhile for some reason. So once again, PLEASE REVIEW!!!