Threes company?

Title: Threes company?

Email: iguana@cpros.com

Author: Sunstuff
Disclaimer: yeah, I don\'t own them. If only I did. (ooh, and Spike,
and Jack Sparrow please) Sigh, I make no money off this…or really
any money at all, so don\'t sue!
Distribution: Sure, anywhere. Just let me know
Spoilers: OotP
Summary: Who does Ron want, really?
Rating: NC17
Pairings: DM/RW, RW/HP, DM/RW/HP
Author Note: Written for the Merrywizards Secret Santa challenge
2003. #15
Requested: RW/DM/HP (delivered-Yep Type?Angst (delivered-or not)Yeah,
I think so. I don\'t really write angst normally, I kept wanting to
make them all happy, happy, joy, joy. So, I hope this is angsty
enough
AN: This is my second HP fanfic, and I did not have a beta, sorry!
I hope there aren\'t too many mistakes. I hope you like this, I\'m not
100 % happy with it, but then I never am. Theres a bit of strange
formatting I couldn\'t get rid off, with extra lines, sorry.
~ thoughts~

****STORY****


Draco Malfoy strolled down the darkened hallway, happy to have some
time to himself, away from the usual noise that accompanied the other
Slytherins. It was a nice change of pace He was not in the mood for
attending the noisy Halloween feast . He was just passing a door that
stood slightly ajar, when he heard a noise. A gasp, then a muffled
thump. With a smirk he slipped into the room, nothing like catching
a couple unaware in a compromising position. But as he slipped
around an old loveseat, the sight that met his eyes was not the one
he expected. No heaving bosoms, no deliciously naked skin, no
naughty bits out for his viewing. Instead he saw a broad back,
muscles apparent under a faded t-shirt, bent over and shaking. Hands
combing through and pulling at bright red hair. And the sounds he
had mistaken for gasps of pleasure were now obviously muffled sobs.

\"Weasley? What are you doing here?\" Draco asked, coming fully into
the small amount of light being cast by Ron\'s wand.

Ron whipped his head around, tear stained checks blushing a scarlet
red.
\"Malfoy! Wh-What are you doinre?\re?\" Ron brought his hands up to
scrub at his cheeks, doing nothing to hide the fact that he had been
crying and for a while from the looks of it.

\"I asked first, what\'s up?\" Draco replied in an overly casual tone,
like he had just strolled into a common room full of friends. He
settled himself on the loveseat crossing his legs and lifting an
eyebrow in Ron\'s direction.

\"Why the hell should I tell you?!\"

\"Well, the way I see it, you\'re upset about something. Something you
don\'t want to go to your goody-goody Gryfindor friends with. So,
instead you\'re here, in the dark, with me. So, it must be something
big and bad, and if anyone knows about big and bad, that would be
me. So, speak up…what\'s got you so worked up? Hmmmm?\"

\"And you think that I should tell you my darkest secret just because
you happen to be here? Ha! You must be going loony Malfoy, did you
forget we hate each other?\"

\"Please. I don\'t hate you any longer. You might not be my favorite
person in the world but there\'s worse.\" Draco gave a faint
shiver. \" Trust me, there\'s worse. Besides, what\'s the worst that
could happen?\"

\"Oh, I don\'t know? You take my secret and tell the entire world, or
worse, the entire school. And don\'t try to deny it, that\'s just what
you would do!\"

\"Yes, you\'re right, I probably would have. But didn\'t you hear? I\'m
a changed man, on the side of good and light and all that
codswallop.\"

\"I heard all right, decided to switch sides, but that doesn\'t mean
you\'re not the sneaky little bastard you\'ve always been.\"

\"True, true.\" Draco waved a hand in dismissal of that
argument. \"How about if we make a trade? Your secret for one of
mine. One that would cause me just as much embarrassment as yours
will cause you if they get out. That should give you some piece of
mind. What do you say?\"

Draco was a bit surprised to see Ron think about it, he had been
prepared to be laughed at and told piss off. Or more likely, to fuck
off. He also realized this was one of the most civil conversations
he and Weasley had ever had, and by far the longest with out insult
after insult.

Ron looked up from where he had been studying his hands and met
Draco\'s eyes.
\"Alright, but you go first. I still don\'t trust you. However, I do
think getting this out in the open will be a load off, even if it\'s
to you.\"

\"Okay, I\'ll go first but how do I know how big of a secret to tell?
We need to keep them even. Are we talking `I put Stinkweed in
Snape\'s shampoo\' or `I\'m defecting to the Dark side and plan on
killing Harry Potter in his sleep\'? Which is it?\"

\"Does Snape even use shampoo?\" Ron asked with a snort, but continued
at Draco\'s look of impatience \"Somewhere just less than `I\'m joining
with the Dark side\' but definitely bigger than petty pranks. \"

\"Hmmm, Okay, let\'s see…something pretty big, potentially embarrassing
that nobody else knows…\" he was interrupted

\"This is more than embarrassing, this could ruin my life!\"

\"Okay, okay, take it easy. How about this, pretty damn huge in the
scheme of things… Big enough to have the Dark Lords followers after
me, not to mention embarrassing to the family, having one\'s own son
turn against him.\" Draco paused with a sense of dramatics. \"I\'m the
one who turned my father in to the Aurors. Now you.\"

Ron looked at Draco, sitting there looking way too calm to have just
admitted what he had.

\"Wow, that is big.\" Taking a deep breath, Ron let it out in a
rush \"Okay, here goes…Ilikeboys.\" He refused to meet Draco\'s eyes,
dropping his head to his hands once again

\"What was that, Weasley? You like berries? How is that some huge
embarrassing secret?\" Draco had his face scrunched up in confusion
when Ron let out something between and laugh and a sob

\"No, you idiot, not berries…BOYS!\" his sentence ended on a bit of a
hysterical note \"I\'m queer, gay and a poof. Whatever the hell you
want to call it.\"

Draco looked at him and then in a way too reasonable voice asked
\"So?\"

\"So?! SO?! What the hell is that supposed to mean? SO! So, I know
what people will say about me when they find out! `Oh, there\'s
little Ron, the screw-up of the family. We always figured it would
be the twins who would disgrace the family but no, it was that one.
He can never do anything right, always botching one thing or another
up. It\'s a wonder Harry Potter even keeps him around, filthy pervert
that he is. Why couldn\'t I just be normal like the rest of my
family?\"

\"Weasley, if there\'s one word to describe your family, normal is not
it!\"

\"There you go Malfoy, I was wondering when you would start with the
insults. It\'s about time.\"

\"That is not what I meant. Relax, all I was saying is I think you
need to look at this a bit more rationally. You are poorer than
dirt, but you know you\'re family loves you, that much is obvious.
And who cares what everyone else thinks? So what if you like boys?
Who cares?\"

\"I do! H- other people will! I could lose all my friends! They
won\'t want some fairy in the same dorm room with them, changing in
the Quidditch lockers, sharing a bathroom. I\'m going to be run out,
they can\'t know!\" Ron once again broke into sobs, body wracked by
shudders.

Draco scooted closer on the couch to him, reaching out and laying his
hand on the other boys shoulder. \"Hey, hey, it\'s going to be okay.
It won\'t be like that, not for you. You have to have more faith in
your friends. They all care about you. You can\'t really believe
they would all turn their backs on you just because you prefer
blokes, do you? Come on, deep down you have to know that.\" Ron just
kept sobbing. With a deep br, Dr, Draco tried again.

\"You know you\'re not the only one in this whole school how\'s gay
right? You can\'t really believe that in a school this size, with
this many people you\'re the only one, right? Oh, hell, here goes…I
know you\'re not alone, because I am too.\" With that, Draco turned
his gaze just as Ron\'s head whipped up, silver eyes locking onto
chocolate brown. They held each others eyes for a moment before Ron
spoke.

\"Wha-What? You are too, what?\"

\"Gay, you idiot. Where have you been this whole conversation?\"
Draco answered in an acidic tone, rolling his eyes.

\"Really? Are you just saying that to make me feel better?\"

With a glare Draco replied \"Really Weasley. Do you honestly think I
would say something like that just to make you feel better? Who do
you think I am?\"

Ron nodded and even had a bit of a smile at that.

\"Okay, you\'re right, that is not something you would do. Have you
told anyone?\"

\"No. I know what the reaction would be, unlike your friends and
family, who will still accept you with open arms. I would be locked
up before the whole sentence had left my mouth, not that it really
matters anymore. I\'m not a part of that group any longer, I\'m not
really a part of any group but my own now.\"

Glancing down at his watch Ron gave a start at the time. \"I really
have to get back to my dorm, it\'s almost curfew! Thanks, Malfoy, I
do feel better now. See you in class tomorrow.\" Ron left hoping
that Malfoy would keep their bargain, and somehow having the feeling
he would.


Somehow, Ron would never be able to explain just how, he and Draco
began passing notes in the classes they had together. Little
comments about so-and-so\'s ass, or how well hung they had heard
what\'s-his-name was. Things that could have meant nothing, gone
nowhere. But they did go somewhere and within a week of that
Halloween night, he was hurrying to meet Draco back in that same
room. He tried to stop himself from being nervous, there had been
nothing to indicate this was anything more than a chance to talk. It
certainly wasn\'t a…date. Was it?

Ron slipped into the room catching site of the blonde immediately.
Draco turned at Ron\'s entrance, smiling.

\"Hey, about time. Get your arse over here and give me a hand. I
want to transfigure some of this shitty old furniture into something
a bit more serviceable.\"

\"Sure. What you got in mind?\" Ron replied

\"Well, let\'s start with that loveseat, it\'s got to be fifty years
old, and not a well kept fifty years at that.\"

They proceeded to clean the room, transforming it from a dusty
storage room to a cozy meeting spot. They turned at last to an old
cot, sitting under the single window.

\"How about turning it into a full sized bed? That would be useful,
eh?\" Draco inquired

\"Um, it would be? Useful I mean?\" Ron squeaked out

\"Well, yeah. If one of us gets lucky, or just wants to get away from
our housemates for a night.\"
An hour later, they were sprawled on the now king sized bed, staring
at the fire.

\"All I\'m saying is I don\'t think I have the body anyone would want.
I don\'t think I would be attracted to me, so why would anyone else?\"
Ron argued

\"And all I\'m saying is you\'re a fool. You\'re tall, guys like that.
You\'re well built, you\'d have to be after all the Quidditch you
play. And you are not a bad looking fellow.\"

\"But I like my guys small and wiry. Lean, not all bulky and stuff.\"

\"Oh, built like, say…Harry?\' Draco inquired with feigned innocence.

\"Yeah, or you.\" The minute the words left his mouth, Ron gulped
wishing he could take them back. But Draco just snorted.

\"Sure, I can see that. You and me, good one.\" He was giggling,
until he turned to Ron and saw the hurt flash across his face.

\"Yeah, stupid huh? I was just kidding.\" Ron started to roll from
the bed \"I should probably go now.\"

\"No, wait. I didn\'t mean it that way. I just, Ron! Stop!\" Ron
halted, half sitting on the bed, back to Draco.

\"I get it, you say some guys would go for me, just not you.\"

\"That is not what I said. How would I know if I\'m attacked to your
body if I\'ve never seen it?\" Draco pulled Ron around to face
him. \"So, come on, off with your kit.\" Said in a perfectly calm
voice that brooked not arguments

\"What? You want me to get starkers with you? Here?\"

\"Pretty much, yep. Lets go, show me what you\'ve got.\"

\"You\'re just going to laugh at me.\"

\"I won\'t. How hurry up, the suspense is killing me.\" Draco\'s dry
tone convinced Ron that he was serious and for some reason, he
complied.

Piece by piece, his clothes fell to the floor until he was sitting
fully nude in front of his one time worst enemy.

\"Yep, just as I suspected.\" Draco commented, eyeing Ron\'s form
speculatively. Pausing extra long at his crotch.

\"What? What do you mean?\"

\"You are delicious looking. Just like I knew you would be. Of
course I had no idea you were so well….endowed.\"

Draco slid up to Ron, never breaking eye contact he leaned forward
until their lips were scant millimeters from touching. Holding that
pose for another moment, waiting for Ron to pull back before leaning
against his lush lips, Draco let himself fall into the kiss. His
hands came up to Ron\'s shoulders and Ron could feel them trembling.
Or was that him trembling? Draco nudged at his lips and Ron opened
them obligingly allowing Draco\'s sweet tongue entrance. They slipped
and slid at each other. Hands roaming, touching, learning each
others most sensitive spots. Soon they were both gasping for breath
and wanting so much more. Ron\'s greedy hands had pulled Draco\'s
clothes off, tossing them in an untidy heap Draco was sure to
complain about later-much later. Draco had Ron pinned under him,
pressing him into the mattress. They were humping at each other,
erect cocks rubbing, thrusting.

\"Oh, God, Draco! More. I need more.\"

\"Yes, yes, of course. Hang on, I know I have some lube in my robes.
Where the bloody hell are my robes?\" Draco tried to grab his errant
robes from the floor without losing contact with Ron\'s naked body,
rather unsuccessfully.

\"Oof! Those are my ribs you know.\"

\"Sorry, sorry. Aha! Got it!\" Draco popped up from the floor
triumphantly holding the tube. \"All right. Where were we? Oh,
yes.\" He leaned down and licked Ron\'s cock from base to tip.
Swirling his tongue around the engorged head eyed it
speculatively. \"I\'m pretty sure I can take the whole thing in my
mouth, shall we find out?\"

\"No. I mean, That would be wonderful, but I\'m about to cum as it is,
you do that and it will be all over for me. Please, I want you.\"

\"Okay. Roll over, on your belly.\" Ron rolled, Draco continuing to
pet and stroke his sides \"Good, now spread your legs a bit. Good.\"
Murmuring words of encouragement to Ron, Draco opened the lube and
coated his fingers. Sliding along Ron\'s cleft, he slid one finger
in. He prepared his soon-to-be lover slowly, driving Ron mad with
wanting. Soon neither could take waiting any longer. With a soft
kiss to Ron\'s spine, Draco slicked his cock and positioned it at
Ron\'s entrance. With a sure, smooth stroke, he slid home.

\"Oh, Oh yes! You feel amazing. More!\" Ron demanded

\"Pushy bastard aren\'t you?\" Draco replied before setting a steady
pace driving them both
to the edge and soon over. They came screaming and panting. Draco
slipped free and they rolled onto their sides, spooning together.
Draco pulled the covers over them just as they drifted into sleep.





One month later, last day of class before the Holiday Break.

Harry watched from beneath lowered lashes as Ron stripped out of his
soaking Quidditch robes, tossing them in a heap. The red-head
grabbed a towel and turned towards to shower room. They were the
last two in, having stayed late to get in a little extra practice.

\"So, it looks like we\'re the only Gryfindors staying over the
holidays. I wonder who\'s staying from the other houses?\" Harry
asked as he stripped himself down. He was glad to have his best
friend to himself for the next few weeks. Ron had been scarce as of
late. It wasn\'t that Harry thought he was being avoided, so much as
he got the feeling that Ron had other things to do. And they never
included Harry. However, quite often he would catch Ron out of the
corner of his eye and as he would turn to him, he would just catch
the fleeting impression that Ron had been watching him with an
almost….yearning look. Harry was hoping to figure that out over the
next few weeks. He didn\'t want to admit even to himself, what he
hoped he had seen on Ron\'s face.

Harry stepped into the shower room and headed for the shower next to
Ron. His friend has his back to Harry and was washing his hair.
Soap suds ran down his back and slipped into the crease of his ass.
Harry couldn\'t keep his eyes from following the trail. His gaze was
fixed on the deliciously roundness of Ron\'s ass when the other boy
turned, as if he could feel the weight of Harry\'s eyes. Harry was
suddenly starring directly at Ron\'s semi-hard cock. With a gasp, he
flicked his eyes to meet Ron\'s while turning more fully into the
spray of his shower, hoping to hide his growing erection.

\"Oh, umm, hey. \" Harry gave a bit of a sheepish grin as his eyes
darted from Ron\'s to the wall, the shower head, anywhere but the one
place they suddenly most wanted to be.
He was studying the tiles in front of himself so intently that Harry
gave a startled yelp and jumped when he felt Ron\'s hand on his
shoulder. Turning just his head, Harry met Ron\'s eyes. \"Ron?\"
\"Yeah, Harry?\"

\"Uhh, just checking, thought maybe I was hallucinating.\"

Ron chuckled. \"Why\'s that Harry?\"

\"Well, umm, no reason.\"

Ron leaned in closer, breath ghosting across Harry\'s throat as he
whispered into his ear.
\"No reason eh?\"

\"N-no. Just thought I might be randomly hallucinating is all.\"

\"Randomly…..Hallucinating. You do that often?\" Ron was now leaning
into Harry, almost his entire body pressed to the other boys.

\"No. I can\'t remember a time when I have, but you never know when
you might start that sort of thing. After all, I was just caught
checking out my best friends dangly bits in the shower. And instead
of the reaction I would expect, he\'s now plastering himself to me.
So you can see where the idea could come from. I do have a history
of head trauma you know.\"

\"Yeah, I know.\" Ron chuckled and ran his hands down the lean body
before him, cupping Harry\'s perfect ass. \"Maybe instead of the head
trauma, this can be chalked up to your gorgeous body. What do you
think?\"

\"Ummm, I think thinking is a bit beyond me right now.\" Harry arched
his back, pushing into Ron\'s roaming hands. Ron ran his hands around
to Harry\'s hips and with a swift motion, turned him to face him.

\"….Ron?\"

\"Yeah, Harry?\"

\"Can I ask you a stupid question?\"

\"Of course Harry.\"

\"What are you doing?\"

\"What do you want me to do, Harry?\" asked low and husky.

\"……\"

\"Okay.\" Ron chuckled and dipped his head down, brushing his lips
over the other boys. They both let their eyes fall closed as they
brought their lips together again, applying more pressure. Harry
gasped, opening his mouth and Ron slipped the tip of his tongue
through, running it along the slick bumps of Harry\'s teeth. They
both pulled back, opening their eyes.

\"Ask me to stop Harry, I will, just ask.\"

Harry\'s answer was to dip his head in for another taste of Ron\'s
lips, soon their kisses became frantic, hands exploring each others
backs, low moans of pleasure drifting between them. Ron pulled back
from Harry\'s kisses, looking down his friends lean body. He let his
hands follow the path his eyes had laid. Soon his mouth was trailing
the warm water running along Harry\'s throat. ~Oh, God! What am I
doing? I can\'t believe Ron is kissing me, oh! And licking me, and
ahh!~ Harry\'s thoughts turned to mush as Ron circled his nipple with
a slick tongue and then slowly, looking to Harry for any sign he
wanted to stop, Ron dropped to his knees.

Harry\'s knees tried to buckle and Ron give him a light push up
against the shower wall. The shock of the cold tiles brought Harry
back to his senses just in time for Ron to lean forward and take them
again by running his oh-so hot tongue up the underside of Harry\'s
cock. Harry found himself completely unable to form a coherent word,
or even a thought beyond ~Yes…more….ohhh….go good…oh, yes~ as the
other boy took him fully into his mouth. Pressing his tongue to the
sensitive head, Ron sucked all of Harry into his throat, swallowing
to take him deeper. He began to slide up and down, suckling and
swirling his tongue in an intoxicating mixture. Harry\'s hands came
up to brush through the flaming red hair and he started to pull them
back, not wanting to seem to pushy, only to have Ron bump against
them and give a small nod, all the while keeping his rhythm.

\"Oh, God. Ron…\" Harry twisted his hands into Ron\'s locks, giving a
thrust deeper into the exquisite heat of his friends mouth and
thumped his head back against the tiles only to realize that
obstructed his view, and this was something he did not want to miss
seeing. The sight of his best friends talented mouth working its way
along his hard length was almost as erotic as the feel. Harry could
feel the tell-tale tightening in his balls, the tingling that told
him he was close and with regret he tugged at Ron\'s hair and tried to
convey his meaning

\"I…I\'m…oh, com-m-ming…\" and with that, Ron swallowed him to the root
as Harry came. Ron licked up each drop, not missing any, and gently
released Harry\'s spent member from his mouth. Harry leaned against
the wall, willing himself to stay upright and not fall and bash his
brains out on the tiles.

As his senses came back to him, Harry focused on Ron, who was still
kneeling in the running water. His friend was bent over, body
shaking. ~Oh, what the hell did I do? I just made my best friend…
and now he\'s crying. I can\'t believe it!~ H gav gave a choked sob
and ran from the shower room, throwing his clothes on his still wet
body he fled to his dorm.


\"Harry, Harry…\" ~where the hell did he go?~ Ron was searching their
dorms as everyone else dressed for the Yule Ball.

He looked at his watch again and realized if he didn\'t hurry up
himself, there was no way he woulde tie time to make the requisite
appearance at the ball before leaving to meet Draco…~Draco! Shit!
I\'m such and idiot! What the hell was I thinking, giving Harry a
blow job. Well, it\'s not like Draco and I are in relationship or
anything. We\'re just fooling around…right?~ But somehow, Ron had
the feeling it was more than that. ~I\'m going to have to tell him, I
can\'t hide this from him, he deserves to know. I just hope he will
be okay with it…I don\'t know what came over me, Harry was just so
beautiful, I couldn\'t help myself. Yeah there\'s a good defense, the
Dark Lord made me do it. ~

Ron dressed hurriedly, giving the tower one last look over for his
friend before heading to the grand hall. The ball was its usual
grand event, but Ron didn\'t have the heart to even pretend to enjoy
it. All his friends were too busy to notice his melancholy mood, and
that was fine with him. Normally being ignored would bother him to
no end, but tonight, between his upcoming confession to Draco and the
disappearing act Harry had pulled, Rons stomach was in knots. As
soon as he d, Rd, Ron slipped from the great hall and out the front
of the castle.

Ron walked into the snow blanketed rose garden, he followed what
could only be Draco\'s footsteps.

\"Hey lover.\" Draco emerged from behind a large topiary. Ron\'s
breath caught in his chest. He was gazing at one of the most
beautiful sights he had ever seen. ~He\'s only more beautiful when
he\'s naked~ Draco looked like a snow angel. With his pale hair
gleaming in the moonlight, ivory skin ethereal and his pale green
dress robes and matching cloak floating about him.

\"Wow! You look…amazing!\"

\"Yes, well. I have to keep up appearances, don\'t I? You look pretty
edible yourself.\"

Draco cast another glace around before stepping up to Ron and tugging
him closer. Their lips met in a searing kiss. Hands roaming each
others bodies. pul pulled apart gasping for breath. \"Come on,
let\'s get somewhere private.\"

\"And warmer.\" Ron answered. They grabbed each others hands and
Draco lead them into the castle via a back door.

They made their way to their favorite rendezvous spot, the room Draco
had found Ron in over a month ago. Draco sidled up to Ron,
maneuvering them towards the couch.

\"Wait, wait, Draco.\" Ron stopped them, pulling away. \"I, I have
something I have to tell you.\"

Draco stiffened and moved to stand by the window. The moonlight
spilling in made him look, not like the snow angel of earlier, but
cold somehow. He looked up at Ron with a guarded look that make
Ron\'s heart ache.

Taking a deep breath, Ron rushed the words out.
\"I know we never said we were being exclusive or anything but I just
have to tell you because I care about…this, whatever we have. I…I
had sex with someone else.\" It was all Ron could do to meet Draco\'s
eyes. The hurt he saw there confirmed that this was more than a
fling, that Draco was feeling the same thing he was. \"I\'m so sorry,
it just happened. I didn\'t plan it or anything. We were both in the
shower and horny and one thing led to another and then I was giving
him a blow job. Is there any way you can forgive me?\"

Draco seemed to pull himself together and asked
\"When? \"

\"Today, just after practice.\"

\"But I thought you and Potter stayed late to get some extra practice
in…oh, wait just a minute, it was Potter?!\"

Ron just nodded, searching Draco\'s face for some sign. What he saw
didn\'t bode well.

\" Is this the great Gryfindor loyalty coming through? Do you feel
like you\'re doing the right thing because you\'re telling me?
You `care about this thing we have?\' Maybe you should have thought
about that before you SUCKED HIS DICK!\" Draco was yelling now, making
angry movements as he stalked the small room. \"So the great Harry
fucking Potter let you get on your knees and suck his cock and now
suddenly I\'m shit? Is that it?! Oh, wait, I see now. How could I
have missed it? You\'ve been in love with him all along, haven\'t
you? HAVEN\'T YOU!?\" Draco screamed in Ron\'s face. Ron pulled back
trying to find the words to tell him, that yes, he loved Harry, but
he loved Draco as well, but Draco rushed on
\"Have you just been using me to get off, or as practice. Learn some
technique? Well, congratulations! You\'ve done that. You\'ve become
one hell of a cocksucker. I\'m sure he appreciated my training, I\'ll
be awaiting my fruit basket of thanks.\" Draco spun away from Ron,
stalking to the door.
\"Well, you know what Weasley? You can GO TO HELL!\" With that last
shout he slammed his way from the room, leaving Ron to his misery.


After nearly a week with no contact from either Harry or Draco, Ron
was fast becoming depressed. Now it was Christmas eve. He had
stayed at the school to spend time with Harry and Draco, but they
were both avoiding him like the plague. He sighed and leaned back on
his bed. In front of him were his gifts for the two most important
people in his life- the two men he loved. ~Should I give them their
Christmas gifts? I could just leave Harry\'s on his bed, he\'ll be
sure to get it. Whether he opens it or not, who knows. Draco will
be more difficult.~ Ron had made numerous trips to he and Draco\'s
favorite meeting spot, always hoping for some sign that the other boy
had been there. He had never seen any. But, maybe, just maybe if
Draco missed him anywhere near as much as Ron missed him, Draco would
stop by the room. If he did, and Ron\'s gift were there, maybe he
would consider Ron\'s sincere apology.

Mind made up, Ron gathered Harry\'s gift and arranged it on the
other\'s bed.

The gaily wrappeesenesent was the polar opposite to Ron\'s mood. How
was he supposed to get through Christmas with out any contact with
either his boyfriend ~ex-boyfriend~ or his best friend exi exited
the room, making his way through the empty halls to he and Draco\'s
secret room. Over the six weeks he and Draco had been…together, they
had transformed the room from the dusty storage space to a homey
getaway.

Ron entered the room, looking for signs of another, and once again
finding none. He set the small box oh the sofa cushion in plain
sight. He turned the Christmas card over and over in his hands. He
had written it before he and Draco\'s \"break-up\". He had expressed
himself fuln itn it, admitting his growing love for Draco. Did he
still feel that way? Yes, even after all this. Truthfully, he
understood Draco\'s point of view. He did love Harry, had in fact for
years. ~And lets not forget the blow job.~ Draco had helped Ron\'s
self-esteem so much over the past month and a half, showing him he
was desired, wanted, that he was not a freak for wanting another
boy. If it hadn\'t been for that confidence, he would have been
devastated by Harry\'s rejection this week. Of course, being shunned
by both Harry and Draco wasn\'t doing much for his confidence. That
brought him back to the card in his hands. With a deep breath, Ron
pulled a quill from the side table and jotted a note onto the
envelope…

D-
I still feel every last thing I wrote here. I miss
you so very much.
Please tell me what I can do to make you forgive me.
-R

Then, tucking it beneath the box, he left.

It was nearly supper time and Ron didn\'t have the energy for another
meal with no one to talk to but lower year students he barely knew.
He stalked up to his dorm and changed for bed. ~I used to go to bed
early on Christmas eve, hoping it would make Christmas morning come
quicker, now I\'m just trying to escape.~ He pulled the curtains
closed and fell into a deep sleep.


Harry returned to the dorms late that night, he had been wandering
the castle for hours, trying to come to terms with his actions. He
had thought he was okay with his sexuality. While not out, he had
long ago admitted his feelings and attractions to other boys, to
himself at least. ~feelings and attraction to one in particular, two
if pure physical lust counted~ But now, looking back on the shower,
he was shocked and a bit confused as to how he and Ron had ended up
doing what they had. On the one hand, he loved the fact that his
very first sexual experience was with his best friend, but Ron had
been so dejected afterwards. Harry didn\'t know if Ron had known what
Harry wanted somehow and felt pressured to do it or him, or if
somehow Harry has made it happen. As much as it hurt, Harry felt
that he should give Ron his space and hopefully time would heal this
wound. As he neared his bed, he saw a package sitting on it. He
plucked it from the bed and left the tower again, taking his
conflicting emotions with him. He and Ron had been exchanging gifts
for years but he had figured this year would be different. In fact,
he had been debating what to do with his gift for Ron. He wanted to
give it to him, but didn\'t want Ron to take it the wrong way. He
entered the Great Hall, which was deserted at this time of night. A
fire burned brightly in the huge fireplace. He settled himself on
the large sofa to think about what this gift meant.


Draco slammed his way through the Slytherin common room and into the
hall. He had seen Potter looking like someone had pee\'d on his puppy
at supper tonight but no sign of Ron. ~Weasley!~ he reminded
himself. He was the one who had been wronged here! How dare Potter
go about like he had been hurt! What the hell was his problem
anyway? Didn\'t he have Ron? Draco had reached he and Ron\'s room and
he stepped inside. He visited here often, always being sure to leave
no signs. He knew Ron also came here, he just wasn\'t sure why.
~Maybe you\'re wrong about him and Potter, maybe it was a one time
thing.~ a stupid, annoying voice nagged at him for the millionth time
in the past week. After all, Ron certainly didn\'t look like someone
in the middle of a love affair did he? Not like he had when they
were together…and Potter was all mopey.

Draco heaved a sigh, he had a hard time trusting. He had tried to
trust Ron and look where it got him…hurting and alone.

Something shiny caught his eye and he walked to the sofa. Sitting on
it was a small jewelry box, wrapped in Slytherin green with red and
gold ribbons curling from it. Under it sat an envelope. Draco
picked it up, heart aching. ~I can\'t open this here, too many
memories~

He made his way to the Great Hall, the fire was still raring and it
looked like a good place to tear his heart out ~nice and cozy~

He came around the sofa and was about to flop onto it when he noticed
someone curled into the corner of it. A dark haired someone
clutching a Gryfindor scarf and sobbing his heart out.

\"What the hell, Potter? You are around every fucking corner I turn.
What are you ding here and what has you carrying on so?\"

\"Fuck off Malfoy!\"

\"Come now, can\'t we at least share this huge sofa and our misery?\"

\"What ever, just leave me alone.\"

Draco curled himself into the opposite corner, turning the card over
in his hands, mirroring the gesture Ron had done hours before.

\"What is that? Wait a minute. Why, why do you have a card with
Ron\'s handwritin itn it?\" Harry snatched the envelope from Draco\'s
hands before he could react.

After a second, Harry\'s eyes widened

\"I miss you…Forgive me…What the hell?\"

\"None of your bloody business! Give it back!\"
Draco lunged at Harry, grabbing for his card. They two rolled from
the sofa to the floor, tussling and vying for the envelope when
suddenly it ripped in two, each holding a piece.

\"No! You give it here! It\'s mine you bastard?\" Draco felt his eyes
prick with pectpected tears.

\"Why do you have this? Tell me what\'s going on.\"

Draco grabbed the scarf Harry had been clutching \"Give it back and
you can have this back.\" Draco looked at the gift tag clinging to
the scarf

Harry,
My mom found this while we were cleaning out the Black estate
This summer. It\'s Sirius\' from here at school. I thought
you would
like to have it.

Love, Ron

Draco froze, ~Love, Ron~ He had to say something or he would start
screaming ~Love, Ron~ Say something, anything.
\"This is your God-Fathers\' right?\"

\"Was-He\'s dead you know.\" Harry answered in a chocked voice \"Give it
back, please.\"

\"Trade me, give me my letter.\"

Harry paused but a moment

\"Okay, here.\" They traded.

Harry clutched the scarf to his chest again as Draco turned his back
and pulled the pieces from the envelope. Holding them together, he
read Ron\'s note


Dray-
(yeah, I know you hate that nickname, deal)

Happy Holidays. I want you to know that the past month has
been wonderful.
I find myself falling for you more each day. I never would
have believed I could
love someone so different from me. But I do, love you, that
is. I should have
told you in person this first time, but well, that\'s part of
your Christmas present.
Me, naked, under you, telling you over and over how much I
love you.
Which I figure will be happening any mi now now.

This ring caught my eye. At first it looks like a lion and a
giant snake fighting, but
in the right light, you\'ll see they\'re not fighting, they\'re
fucking. Appropriate-no?
Soon…Love, Ron

Draco was in tears by the time he opened the box. The ring was
perfect, it fit his hand like it was made for him. Ron was right, if
they had been opening their gifts toget by by now they would be all
over each other.

Instead, he had Potter scooting up behind him trying to read over his
shoulder.

\"Back off.\" He choked out.

\"I just want to know what Ron wrote you…are you crying?\"

\"Yes! You bloody idiot! I am crying my stupid, pathetic heart out
for your boyfriend.\" At Harry\'s blank look Draco plunged on, getting
more worked up by the moment. \"You can\'t ask me to believe that he
hasn\'t told you our whole sordid affair? Did he tell it like it was
all me? Like I did all the seducing? But that\'s not how it
happened! It was very mutual. We both wanted it, all of it.\" With
a hysterical laugh he waved the note in Harry\'s direction \"And he
says he loves me and still means every word of it.\" Draco\'s tone
mocking the words. \"And you, acting all hurt and alone…I can\'t take
it! I\'m confused and hurt and why the bloody hell am I even telling
you any of this?!\"

\"Because I\'m here and just as confused as you. Sit down and let\'s
talk this out rationally.\" Harry seated himself on the sofa once
again. \"You and Ron…\"

\"Were seeing each other, even though we never really said `Hey, let\'s
be boyfriends\' that\'s what it was.\"

\"Were…\"

\"Yes, as in past tense. As in before he sucked you off. As in
before you got him.\"

\"But, we…How do you know about that?\"

\"He told me. Couldn\'t keep it from me, he said. Said he cared too
much. He doesn\'t bloody know what he wants. Loves you, says he
loves me…who the fuck knows.\"

\"Loves me? Where do you get thatm. Wm. We\'re not even speaking.\"

\"Trust me, he loves you. Figures you would be too blind to see it-
idiot.\"

\"And you? He loves you?\"

Draco waved the pieces of paper at Harry again \"Says he does.\"

\"We are not together. We had a, a…thing in the shower. But that was
all. Like I said, we haven\'t spoken since. I want to fix that, and
you says he loves us, both of us. So, why are we here together, on
Christmas eve, and he\'s all alone in bed?\"

\"Because we\'re two stupid prats?\"

\"Yeah, that sounds about right.\" Harry answered

\"How about we fix that?\" Draco replied

\"How?\"

\"We make sure s nos not alone anymore, if he\'ll have us.\"

\"Have us? Both?\"

\"If that\'s what he wants, then that\'s what I want him to have. You?\"

\"Um, yeah, in theory. It\'s just I\'ve only ever, the one time. With
Ron.\"

\"You Gryfindors and your precious virginity. We\'ll go slow with
you. Alright?\"

\"Okay, come on…\" Harry grinned, pulling Draco from the couch.

\"Wait. I have a gift for him, in my room. I\'m going to go get it.
How about if you leave this note for Ron, somewhere he\'ll be sure to
see it. Then meet me…\" Draco gave Harry directions to he and Ron\'s
room.

\"See you there, I\'ll bring my gift too.\"

\"I\'ll stop at the kitchens and talk the house elves into some snacks.\"

\"You know Ron alright, always hungry.\" Harry replied

\"You haven\'t seen him hungry until you\'ve seen him after sex.\"

Harry turned to go.

\"Wait, Harry.\"

\"Yes?\" He turned and was swept into a passionate kiss. Tongues
dueling with all the passion they normally exhausted in duels of
other sorts. Breaking it off eventually, Draco grinned and departed
on his errands.


Ron awoke to the feeling he had just missed someone. Harry\'s bed was
empty. Looking around he saw a folded note on his nightstand.
Opening it, he read the block handwriting, it almost resembled
Draco\'s writing. ~how would he have left me a note here?~

Ron-
Meet me in the special place, as soon as you can.

Frowning, Ron dressed and headed towards the hideaway, knowing that
it where the notes author meant. Was Draco going to meet him? Was
it Harry? Thoughts tumbled over and over in his mind as he neared
the room.

Opening the door, he saw candles and a fire lit warming the room.
The bed was turned back and sitting on it were two packages.

Ron crossed to the bed and settled on it. One wrapped in bright red
paper, the other was in green. Both gifts had his name on the tags.
He opened the red one first. A note fluttered out.

Ron,

I wanted you to have this photo. It seems as though
it were just the two of
Us, even though we were surrounded by your entire
family.
Love,
Harry

Ron looked at the photo. It showed his family at the end of the
previous summer. They were all gathered in the back yard of the
Burrow. Everyone was waving and smiling (and making faces in the
case of Fred and George) at the camera. Everyone but he and Harry.
They were alternating looking at the camera and casting identical
longing looks at each other, always missing the other looking their
way.

The fact that Harry was looking at him in the same manner he
remembered looking at Harry took Ron\'s breath away.

Willing himself not to cry, he turned to the next present. This card
was written in Draco\'s elegant script and merely read

R-
So you know you\'re not the only one.
I love you.
-D

Those simple words pushed him over the edge. Crying in earnest Ron
pulled away the wrapping to reveal a book title Merry Wizards: A
history of our times greatest gay wizards. Opening it to the book
marked page Ron laughed. There, eyes twinkling up at him was Albus
Dumbledor. A note in the margins instructed see pages 226 & 227!
Flipping to them Ron let out another laugh. There were Remus and
Sirius. Remus was smiling at the camera as Sirius pretended it
wasn\'t there and ran his hands over the other man\'s body in a lewd
manner.

\"Oh, that\'s too good! What are these doing here?\"

\"We left them for you.\" Draco said from the doorway. He and Harry
entered together, hands clasped.

\"What? What are you two doing here-together?\"

\"We\'ve over come out differences for the greater good. That being
fucking you into the mattress.\" Draco explained

\"But, I don\'t understand. You\'re both mad at me. And let\'s not
forget the part where you hate each other.\"

\"I was never mad at you Ron. I thought you were ashamed of what we
did in the shower.\"

\"Aed?!ed?! That was great, why would you think that?\"

\"Afterwards, you were shaking, crying or…\"

\"Jerking off. It made me so hot sucking you. I was coming you
idiot.\"

\"Okay, okay. Why is everyone calling me an idiot tonight? Don\'t say
it!\" Harry said, holding up a hand to stall Draco\'s forthcoming
comment. \"And just because I hate him doesn\'t mean I don\'t want to
shag him. I mean, look at him-who wouldn\'t.\"

\"Thank you.\" Draco preened \"Potter\'s got a point…He\'s immensely
shaggable with that whole lost little boy look. It make you want to
do all kinds of things to him.\"

\"Okay, I can see what you\'re saying. And don\'t get me wrong. I\'m as
hard as a rock just thinking about having both of you naked, licking,
sucking, kissing –oh, god!- But I don\'t think thr three of us jumping
into bed together is going to solve anything.\"

\"It would take care of that problem\" Draco pointed at Ron\'s hard on,
very noticeable through his trousers. \"and that one\" pointing at
Harry \"and this one.\" Himself.

\"I agree Ron, it won\'t solve everything. But think of it as a
Christmas gift. Can\'t we pretend it can for today?\"

\"And maybe tonight, and tomorrow and tomorrow night and…\" Draco added

Ron paused for a moment. Seeing the two men before him, opposites in
so many ways. He wanted this. Really wanted this.

\"Okay, you win.\"

Within moments they were all naked, clothes strewn between the
doorway and the bed. Ron and Draco fell into passionate kisses the
moment they touched. But they did not exclude Harry, he too was
pulled into their lovemaking. Hands and lips roamed freely, no one
completely sure who was touching them where. Soon Harry was begging
for more.

\"Please, I\'m so close, I want to experience it all.\"

\"Really Harry? Are you sure?\" Ron asked

\"Yes! Who knows when this will happen again, please, Ron-fuck me!\"

\"Oh God Harry. You\'re going to make me cum just talking.\"

\"No you don\'t! You\'re not cumming until I\'m buried inside you.\"
Draco piped up.

\"Accio lube\" was Ron\'s reply

Nudging Harry over onto his belly, Ron began to prepare him.

\"Hurry Ron, now!\" Harry gasped out

\"He\'s big Harry, you want to be prepared well. It\'ll hurt if you\'re
not.\"

\"I don\'t care! Do it now, please\" Harry pleaded
Ron\'s answer was to place the head of his cock at Harry\'s entrance,
before beginning a slow push. Harry squirmed and pushed himself
backwards, sheathing Ron\'s entire length in him and crying out at the
sensation.

\"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?\" Ron gasped out

\"You, you feel huge, like you\'re tearing me apart. It\'s wonderful,
don\'t stop!\"

\"He is huge Harry. But you\'ll get used to it.\" Draco replied as he
grabbed the lube himself. He figured Ron would need little to no
preparation for him, he always liked the stretching feeling of
Draco\'s cock. He slicked up and positioned himself behind Ron.

\"Ready?\" He asked

\"Yeah, hurry.\"

\"What are you doing?\" Harry inquired, turning his head to get a
glimpse of the other two. Just then, Draco thrust into Ron, causing
Ron to thrust deeper into Harry. All three moaned with the feeling.
Soon Draco was sawing in and out of Ron, And Ron in turn thrust into
Harry. Their movements were soon frantic, Ron a l a loud yell as he
came, reaching around Harry as he collapsed. He stroked Harry off
and soon Harry too was spent. Draco continued his movements for
another few strokes, then he spurt deep into Ron.

All three collapsed onto the bed in an exhausted pile. Blankets were
tangled around them but they could not find the energy to care.

\"Merry Christmas, Ron, Harry.\" Draco whispered

The only response he got was a twitch and a muffled grunt from the
snoozing bodies surrounding him.

~Not a bad Christmas present at all. I think it will ohat hat will
keep giving and giving, the whole year through.~

THE END