Misusing My Life

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Ronald Weasley fumbled around in the room. His smile was wide and his face was as heated as a summer day in Mississippi. He had convinced Dean, Seamus, and Neville to stay over somewhere else so he and Harry could have the dormitory.
Rose petals were sprinkled along his and Harry's beds; he had pushed them together. Tonight was the night they'd have more than just a simple kiss. Humming to Melanie Cauldron, Ron shook his bum and pulled out two candles from his drawer. Hovering them, it cast the room in a red glow. Perfect.

The door creaked open and Harry stepped in. Ronald jumped and turned with a quick smile and kiss to Harry's smooth cheek.
"Ron, I'm really not in the-" but Ron cut Harry off, leaning in for a kiss only to bump his forehead and nose against Harry's.
Harry jumped away.
"Bloody hell, mother fucking piece of shit you idiot!"
Ron held his nose and looked down to the ground, murmuring a soft apology. When Harry looked around his feature's softened and he let out a smile.

Wrapping Ron up into his embrace, Harry's lips began to caress gently at the rough jaw line. The man's tongue began to rain down against the other's Adams apple before his bit into the skin, earning a gasp from Ron.
One hand wrapped around Ron's waist and the other traversed down to his arse. When Harry tired of Ron's neck, he discarded both shirts and went to work on Ron's sensitive nipples. Teeth gnashed and his tongue gently lapped over the bites. Pushing Ron back onto the bed, his mouth traveled down the man's abdomen and over the soft abs. Coming to Ron's belt, Harry quickly undid it and pulled Ron's pants off along with his knickers.
Ron's fingers grasped the bed sheets and his now naked body tensed with anticipation. Cool air brushed along Ron's rock hard member, his tip moist from the precum already dribbling.
Harry took Ron in his mouth.
"Oh gods, Harry," Ron moaned and writhed, hips arching against the other's face. One of Ron's large hands grasped Harry's hair and forced his mouth further down, taking his whole member in. Suckling roughly, Harry teased at Ron's sac with his fingertips earning another loud groan.
"Oh, that's right. Suck it, Ginny! Suck it!"

Harry froze. Ron looked down at him with a confused look in his blue eyes.
"What did you just say, Ron?"
"I said suck it, Harry, suck it."
His green eyes burned.
"You're a lying sack of dragon shit, Ronald."


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Draco had taken Ginevra to his room and had locked the door to prevent Blaise or the blundering fools getting in. Ginny rested on his silky black sheets, her skin paler than death. She looked very good in his school shirt, Draco had to admit.
This softness that had taken over his mindset made him want to run but he couldn't, not with Ginevra this way. Glancing to his clock, Draco read the time to be near midnight. There was no way in hell he was sleeping in the chair. A sexy man such as himself needed good beauty sleep. He crawled into bed with Ginevra and nuzzled into her neck before falling into a deep slumber.

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She saw his eyes. They switched from a hazy silver to a deep, angry green. She whimpered. She felt someone near her. It wasn't Harry, it didn't feel like him. Harry was stockier. This body was leaner, hard but soft on her bruised body.
Turning her head, Ginevra watched as a sleeping angel clung to her body as though she were a two year old's teddy bear. Trying to not disturb him, the girl began to think back on the day.
Was Draco Malfoy really the one to save her? The one who had helped her after each violation? He had been the one in her dream.
It was time for a trip to the kitchens.

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Oh dear gods, she was lonely. He was away on business again. With a sigh and a sip of tea, Hermione glanced up to the clock in the kitchen. Half past three. Headgirl or not, she wasn't supposed to be out this late. Thinking back to the night, Hermione's full lips curved into a smile.

"Miss Granger! You're an idiot, girl!" Snape was in a particularly bad mood that day. His hair was slicked back and his face was paler than normal. Something was wrong.
"Professor, the potion is supposed to loo-," "Be quiet you insolent girl! Thirty points from Gryffindor for backtalk!"
Hermione's brown hues looked up to Snape's, a startled look in them.
"Granger, you also have detention. Nine tonight, don't be late."
She could only nod.

At nine, Hermione had entered his classroom with tears in her eyes.
Snape was there, working on papers.
"Stupid first years. They're all idiots."
"Sir, I'm here for my-"
"Start cleaning the cauldrons. No magic, Miss Granger."
"Yes sir."
She had felt his eyes on her and she was well aware.
"Miss Granger, I'm disappointed in you. You're normally very good in Potions. Why not today?"
"Sir, I've, I can't quite honestly answer that. I don't know."

And she had many more detentions where they would talk as she worked. It took less than a year to get closer. She saw a hard, angry man who just needed someone to vent to every once in a while and he saw a too-smart-for-her-class girl who needed to take care of someone.

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"Oh, h-hey, Hermione."
"Gin!" Ginevra flinched.
"Mind if I join you, 'Mione?"
"Sure."
Ginevra sat herself down and Dobby brought her a cup of tea. Taking a sip of the bitter liquid, Ginevra sighed.
"It's been a while since we've talked. How are you and Snape?"
Hermione spit the tea out and looked at Ginevra with an affronted look.
"Ex-excuse me?"
"You and Snape, how are you?"
"H-how did you, how did you know?"
"Hermione, I know a lot."
"He's fine. I'm fine. We're all fine!" Hermione laughed flakily, her voice a few octaves higher.
"Mmn'..that's good, 'Mione."

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Ron was hurting. Terribly in pain, he looked over to Harry who had just finished up.
His bottom hurt and he could feel the blood leaking down his sac and thighs.
"Harry, I'm really sorry! I mean it, please."
"Shut up, Ron."
"Harry-"
"SHUT UP!"
Harry's fist his Ron's bony hip. Yelping in pain, Ron could do nothing more than jerk.
"It's time you learned the real lesson, Ron. I am not to be compared to the cow your sister is."
Harry smirked and slowly drew along the spinal cord of Ron's back with his wand. It felt as though his skin were ripping open and Ron was sobbing quite fiercely now.
Taking the tip of his wand, Harry spelled his name out, in slow, rhythmic cuts along Ron's arse, chuckling as the blood began to slide down the curve of his buttocks.
"I am the one you love. Not her. Say it."
"Har-harry is the one, the one I love. N-not her."
"Again, Ronald."
"Harry is the one I love. Not her."
"Louder, Ron. I can't hear you!" Something prodded at Ron's arsehole.
"Harry, you're the one," he stopped and tried to not cry out, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. "You're the one I love, not Ginny. Harry I'm so sorry."
Harry leaned down and offered a kiss to Ron's lower back.
"Good boy."
Something wet caressed along Ron's cuts and Ron shrieked before blacking out.
"Oh lemon juice, I think Ron didn't like that." Harry began to laugh before pulling his trousers on and a shirt. It was time to find Ginevra.


(Alright, I haven't really had a chance to write and on top of that, I've a terrible case of writer's block. Anyone have any ideas, just toss them out there! =D More Draco/Ginny will come up in the next chapter!)