Ignoring You

Title: Ignoring You
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Warnings: PWP, Slash, Language
Disclaimer: *snort* if my paycheck could buy these guys then what the hell am i doing saving up for a truck?!?! (in other words, jk rowling owns them)
Author Notes: i\'ve been writing all of these slash stories WITHOUT smut! i cant\' take it anymore!!! and so this is the result...

And i can\'t believe I\'m making Ron the bottom here. that\'s just odd for me...

\"I can not believe this! This is all your fault, Weasel.\"

\"Shut. Up!\" Ron grounded up through bared teeth. He had been in the Owlery with Draco Malfoy for over an hour now, both having been charged with a detention consisting of cleaning the damn place. Ron never knew owls could shit so much. Draco had been complaining for the past thirty minutes nonstop and Ron was getting tired of yelling for him to shut his trap.

\"Look at my robes!\" Draco exclaimed, looking down at the once perfect, rich robe. It was now splattered with the remains of dead rats and owl crap.

\"I\'m ignoring you.\" Ron informed him.

\"You couldn\'t if you tried, Weasley.\" Draco said in the type of voice that just screamed \'I\'m the best in the world!\'

\"Really, I\'m ignoring you.\" Ron told him one last time.

\"I\'d like to see you try!\" Draco sneered. Ron simply dunked his sponge back into the only bucket of water Filch had given them and returned to his scrubbing. Draco glared. No one ignored Draco Malfoy.

A moment of silence hung in the air, Ron scrubbing and Draco thinking. Then Draco proceeded to throw out every insult he could. He watched as Ron\'s back stiffened with each dagger, but he never looked up. This was unnerving. Narrowing his eyes, Draco stormed over to where their only source of cleaning water was and kicked the bucket over. Ron sat up on his knees and watched the water flow into the cracks of the stone floor.

\"Odd, it just fell over.\" Ron muttered, though Draco was slightly pleased to hear the tinge of anger in his voice. Still, Ron refused to look at him. Draco, who was raised in believing he was worth all attention, could not deal with this.

After attempting a few other things, like grabbing the nearest owl and chucking it at the red-head, Draco was down to his last straw. He had never seen someone so stubborn in all his life. It was time to resort to desperate measures. Thinking rashly, hell, not even thinking really, Draco grabbed Ron by the cuff and dragged him to his feet. Ron stared with wide eyes as Draco shoved him against one of the wooden beams of the Owlery and proceed to kiss him.

Ron could admit his was shocked and, well, angry. But he was a stubborn boy, and he was determined to not react to Draco tongue slipping into his mouth. After a few minutes of intense one sided kissing, Draco pulled back and rested his forhead against Ron\'s. Ron watched the Slytherin breathe heavily, while mentally grinning. Slowly, he let his eyes drift to the floor. \"Darn, I missed a spot.\"

\"What?!\" Draco sputtered. He stepped bacd gld glared at him. Ron watched the flushed face out of the corner of his eye, making sure not to look directly at the blonde. Ron decided he was having way to much fun here. \"That\'s it! I\'d like to see you ignore this!\"

Ron honestly can not understand how the smaller boy knocked him to the floor and leapt on top of him. All he knew was that Draco was straddling his hips and kissing like there was no tomorrow, which Ron was certain there wasn\'t after this. Draco gripped his red-hair with such passion that Ron was sure he was going to go bald from the tugging. Ron really wanted to respond now. Though he wasn\'t sure whether he wanted to kiss Draco back or knee him in the groin. Instead he chose to grab the nearby sponge and continue to scrub the floor.

Draco saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, which he had opened to see if Ron was responding. He jerked his lips away from Ron\'s and glared at the offending hand, which continued to move in lazy cricles agaisnt a stain on the floor. Draco let out a low growl, grabbed the sponge from Ron\'s hand and chucked it over his shoulder. They both heard an owl squack in suprise, but neither turned to look.

Ron stared up at Draco, who stared back. Slowly, Ron grinned. Draco snorted in disbelief. \"It\'s about time you acknowledge me, Weasel.\"

\"It\'s a sad world when you are so desperate for attention that you seek out your enemy, Malfoy.\" Ron informed him.

\"Shut up..\" Draco sneered.

\"No.\"

\"Just shut up, Weasley.\" Draco ordered.

\"Make me.\"

\"Oh, I can make you all right.\" Ron snorted at this and Draco grinned evily. A muffled sound of suprise was sent into the air as Draco\'s mouth ploundered Ron\'s own. This time, Ron kissed back. His mind exploded with rational thought, telling him to stop, but the feeling of Draco\'s tongue sliding up against his was fighting the need to discontinue their activity.

Draco growled low in his throat when Ron wrapped his arms around him and rolled, placing him on the bottom. Ron paid no attention to the noise as he let his hand find the bottom hem of Draco\'s button up shirt. He was thankful they had taken their robes off, Ron decided at that moment the less amount of clothes, the better. Slipping his hand under Draco\'s shirt, Ron lightly grazed the boy\'s sides. Draco squirmed and nibbled on Ron\'s lower lip.

A soft moan escaped the red-head as tongues met once again. Instinctively, Draco bucked his hips upwards, creating that sweet contact both craved. The moan was unison, mingling with their breath and lips. Draco moved upwards again and Ron rocked back against him. Draco couldn\'t help but bite his lip when Ron\'s mouth moved to kiss it\'s way down his cheek. Tearing echoed a moment in the air, but Draco couldn\'t find himself to care about the torn shirt falling from his shoulders. The burning lips and gentle tongue caressing his chest was enough to bring out another moan and chase away all worry of torn clothing.

Draco fumbled mindlessly with the fly of Ron\'s jeans, wanting nothing but to be closer to that heat which was creating such pleasure as it rocked against his own. After a moment of frustrating attempts, Draco let out a growl and shoved Ron off.

\"Oi! What\'s wrong?\" Ron asked as Draco jumped up and moved to pick up his robe.

\"Nothing.\"

\"Then why did you stop?\" Ron asked dumbly.

\"Because of this.\" Draco replied calmly, pulling out his wand and giving a little swish. A muttered word later and Ron laid on the stone floor in nothing but his boxers, his clothes in a neat pile by the door. Ron gapped up at him in shock, his jaw dropping even lower when Draco started walking towards him, unbuckling his belt. Ron was enrapt as Draco kicked off his shoes and let his slacks slide down his legs to the floor. Ron barely acknowledged he was drooling.

Draco knelt down on the ground and started crawling towards Ron, smirking when the boy let out a small moan. Gently coaxing Ron\'s legs apart, he continued to crawl up his body, whispering seductively. \"I have to admit, Weasley. You\'ve got a great body. I\'ve wanted it for much too long. It\'s about damn time you give in.\"

Ron didn\'t say anything, just stared at Draco intently with his blue eyes. Draco lightly trailed his fingers along Ron\'s legs, past his hips, and then around to cup his buttocks. At this, Ron let out a small gasp, resulting in Draco giving him a small squeeze. Draco\'s mouth met Ron\'s lightly, gently brushing against one another. The gentle caress of Draco\'s lips sent a shudder down Ron\'s spine. To Draco\'s slight pressure, Ron found himself being pressed against the floor. He let his hands drift up into Draco\'s blonde locks, removing them from their gelled back look.

The kiss slowly deepened as Ron grazed his tongue across Draco\'s lower lip. Draco\'s tongue flicked out to meet Ron\'s, drawing it inside his mouth. Ron gave up trying to rationalize the situation, instead he went with it, exploring the warm cavern that was Draco\'s mouth. Draco squeezed Ron\'s arse once more, savouring the groan escaping from Ron\'s mouth and into his. Draco shifted on top of Ron, then moved his hips experimentally. The result was a low moan from Ron. Draco mentally grinned, he always figured Ron would be a loud lover.

Draco continued to rock his hips forward, their boxer-clad erections rubbing together. Ron soon joined in, thrust his hips upwards to create a perfect rhythm. They broke their kiss as their thrust sped up, the need for breath more dire.When their rubbing started to turn frantic, Draco forced himself to stop. He gripped Ron\'s hips to keep the red head from making more contact. Draco knew both would explode if they wenttherther at this moment.

Ron lifted his head a fraction to capture Draco\'s mouth once more. Draco\'s body shuddered unconsciously from the gentle touch of the redhead\'s lips. Ron felt the Slytherin\'s hands losen on his hips, but he fought the craving to thrust up into more sweet contact. Draco hands tugged lightly on the waistband of Ron\'s boxers, as though asking permission. Ron moaned his acceptance, letting his tongue once again enter Draco\'s mouth.

Draco slowly slipped han hand under the waistband of Ron\'s boxers. He caressed Ron\'s butt before gently tugging them downwards. Breaking the kiss, Draco pulled the blue boxers past Ron\'s hard erection and down his legs, until Ron was able to kick them off. Draco immediately pressed his body once again onto Ron\'s, meeting the Gryffindor\'s lips and then traveling down his neck. Ron moved his hands along Draco\'s back, letting his hand travel down to fall onto the waistband of Draco\'s black boxers.

Without a sound, Draco reached down and helped Ron pull off his own boxers. Their bodies came into full contact. Draco held his breath as their erections touched. Movement slowly began to merge with pleasure. Draco sucked lightly at the pulse point on Ron\'s neck, biting down just enough to create a gasp from his counterpart. Proping himself up with one hand, Draco let his other travel down Ron\'s chest, taking a second to twist a nipple, before gripping onto the redhead\'s hard length. Ron sucked in a deep breath and opened his eyes to meet the Slytherin\'s. Draco squeezed his erection and leaned down to kiss his nose lightly. Ron was barely able to hear the words being whispered to him.

\"Let me see you come.\"

Draco slowly started pumping Ron\'s length at a liesurely pace. Ron\'s eyes fluttered a moment before closing with a moan. Draco watched the freckled face intently, enjoying the look of pleasure on Ron\'s face. The deep moan rumbling from Ron\'s throat seemed to never end as Ron bucked his hips upwards to meet Draco\'s hand. Ron bit his lip, his eyes rolling up into his eyes, Draco hand moving faster and faster. Then Ron tensed and Draco reveled into the erotic expression crossing the redhead\'s face as he spurted out into his hand. A soft whimper escaped Ron as Draco let his now soft member go and touched their lips together gently.

Ron emerged himself in the kiss, his body feeling relaxed a liquid-like after his orgasm. He barely noticed Draco scooping up some of the semen on his belly. Draco lifted his legs a bit and Ron automaticaly moved to wrap them gently around Draco\'s hips. Ron let his tongue graze Draco\'s lips, smiling softly at the shuddering noise he made. The pale blonde deepened the kiss, while letting his hand slide past the redhead\'s once erection, which seemed to be showing the signs of returning, and to the cleft of his arse.

Ron jerked slightly when he felt the cum slicked finger start to breach him. But then Draco slipped his tongue into his mouth, massaging his own, and he felt his body relax for the finger to work it\'s way in. Draco moaned softly as he slipped the finger in and out the tight channel. He quickly added a second finger, longing to get past the preparation. Ron whimpered softly as the finger began to scissor inside him, resulting in a dull burning sensation and some pain. Yet the lips pressed agaisnt his own and the teeth nibbling on his lower lip kept him from feeling the third finger being added.

When Ron started rocking back agaisnt the fingers inside him, Draco figured he had waiting enough time. He pulled out the three finger, resulting in a cute whine from Ron, and quickly positioned himself. Ron grunted in pain at Draco\'s intruding erection. Draco continued to kiss him, muffling his whimers as he slowly entered Ron\'s tight channel. He paused every few seconds, letting Ron adjust. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was fully sheathed by Ron. Draco broke the kiss, breathing heavily with the strain of wanting to pounding into him violently at that moment.

Ron slowly openes eys eyes and looked up at Draco\'s panting face. The pale blonde had his eye closed in concentration. One of his arms was wrapped around Ron, the other propping him up. Ron slowly lifted his hand and stroked Draco\'s cheek. The Slytherin let his eyes fluttered open and lock with Ron\'s. Then Ron shifted his hips, causing both parties to gasp at the sensation.

Draco kept his eyes on Ron\'s as he slowly pulled out, then moved back in. Ron hissed at the pain, Draco thrusting in an agonizingly slow pace. Then the pain began to fade. Slowly, pleasure began to take it\'s place. Ron\'s moans became louder, mixing with Draco\'s groans as his thrusts sped up. White sparks began to explode behind Ron\'s vission as he jerked Draco down for a deep kiss. Tongues entwined, hips thrust together into a perfect movement.

Each thrust sent shivers down Ron\'s spine, while Draco\'s stomach rubbed against his renewed erection. He felt himself peaking, but held it off as long as possible. This feeling of completeness was too wodnerful to let go. Ron let out ft mft moan as he realized he felt whole and protected as Draco pounded harder into him, his thrust turning frantic as their pelasure peaked to new hieghts. Unable to curb his orgasm any longer, Ron came with howl. The sense of exploding, tensing, and then an odd, pleasure filled peace waved through him. Draco felt Ron clutch around him, clamping down as he entered with one more hard thrust. His spine arched and Draco bit his lip to keep from screaming as he erupted inside Ron. Then, took weak to hold his own weight, he collapsed ontop of the redhead.

Ron barely minded the pale blonde on top of him. He lifted his arm, though they felt like lead, and wrapped them around the sweat covered body. Draco slowly lifted his head and met Ron\'s eyes. A slow smirk appeared on his face. \"I knew you couldn\'t ignore me.\"

\"No one could of ignored that, Malfoy.\" Ron said, groaned lightly as Draco rolled off of him. Both boys laid there a moment, then turned to look at each other. Ron\'s face went bright red, which caused Draco to grin.

\"We should do this again sometime.\" Draco commented, standing to gather his clothes. Ron started to sit up, grimaced, and laid back down.

\"No, I think this was enough.\" Ron said frowning as the pain in his arse.

\"Next time you get to top.\" Ron imediately perked up at that idea. Draco chuckled, now fully clothed, and reached down to help Ron to his feet. They continued to dressing in silence. Figuring they already used magic in the Owlery, it woudlnt\' hurt to finish cleaning the floor with it. Once the remedial task was complete, they stood facing each other, Ron blushing lightly behin the ears.

\"Looks like you didn\'t kill each other after all.\" Filch commented as he entered the oval room. He made a motion for them to follow. \"Too bad, it would of been nice to see you two pounding into each other.\"

Ron quickly hid a snort and Draco grinned evilly behind Filch\'s back.


end author notes: er... yeah... i loved this. itk mek me a week to write, though. lol. but i think it turned out well. it was pure smut with a touch of romance... if you look close enough that is. tee hee hee.