Cross the line

Smiling to himself Draco left the Great Hall after dinner in order to return to the Slytherin common room. It had been a good day. He had managed to insult the entire house of Hufflepuff and get away with it. After that he'd managed to unnoticed sneak a couple of puffer-fish eyes into Weasley's potion, which cause it to expload, during Potions making Snape remove 50 points from Gryffindor for being careless. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a low laugh at the memory. These were the kind of days he liked. If only they all were like this. Being caught up in his own thoughts he failed to see the dark glares from a dark alcove along the hallways leading down into the dungeons. Ron was furious and actually managed to miss dinner because of what had happened in Potions. This called for revenge. That little Malfoy prick always got away with all kind of shit. This time he'd crossed the line.

Friday afternoon. The Quidditch game between Slytherin and Gryffindor was over. Gryffindor had wun with only 10 points causing a huge fight within the audience whether it was a fair game or not. Many said it was, others said it wasn't and that the judges were in favor of Gryffindor. The entire school was upset. During all of this, the Slytherin and Gryffindor teames were sent to the changin rooms to shower and change by Madam Hooch, in order to prevent the teames for getting involved in the fighting. It took several hours for the teachers to calm the pupils down. Some had to be send to the hospital wings, others had been filed for detention and many more were sent to their common rooms in order to get yelled at by their headmasters.

The teames had separate changing rooms and showers for the girls and the boys which meant that both Slytherins and Gryffindors had to bump into each other while trying to change and shower. Since the atmosphere outside had been rather foul it had already tainted the teams. No spells were casts but some minor “accidents” appeared, like people tripping over the opposite teams feet in the shower and such, resulting in bruises and horrible cursing. Draco took his time showering, ignoring the other boys bickering. One by one they left leaving a wonderful silence that Draco fully enjoyed. Oblivious to the fact that Ron had stayed behind he started touching himself. Suddenly he was brutally embraced from behind by someone. Startled he tried to free himself and hide the embarrasing fact that he had grown stiff but he was was unable to get away.
“What the fuck are you doing?? LET GO!” He started to panic now. Who was the man behind him and what was happening? The other man's grip was firm and Draco felt the hard muscles pressed against his body. Merlin, this guy was in great shape!
“Shut up, Malfoy!” someone hissed in his ear. “This time you'll get what's coming to you. There's no chance in hell you'll get away.”
Draco felt his knees starting to shake but he tried as hard as he could not to let the man behind him know. He was after all a Malfoy and a Malfoy NEVER show any sign of fear. Without a warning he was bitten on the side of his neck. Unable to stop himself he let out a small moan of pleasure.
“You like that, don't you, bitch?”
‘How can a voice be so full of hatred and yet so full of lust? Who is it and why does he hate me so much?’ Draco thought to himself. His thoughts were abruptly shut off when the man behind him let go and threw him up against the wall. Pressed up against the shower wall Draco was scared to turn around and face his attacker. For some reason he knew that turning around would probably make things worse than they already were. He licked his lips and spoke, trying to sound calm and secure...
“Is this some kind of revenge? And if it is, who and what is it for?”
“You really can't tell all apart any more, can you?” the voice said. “Well then. You've been on my back for the past 6 years and I'm tired of being insulted by a prick like you. It doesn't even matter to you that we're both purebloods since you're still on your high horses, unable to see that we're the same. Hate it if you like, but this time I'm the one in command.”
Grabbed by the shoulder Draco was turned around and slammed up against the wall again, this time with his back against it. He wasn't prepared for whom he was to see. It really took him off guard.
“Weasel?!” This wasn't whom he'd been expecting. Not that he was really sure who it could've been. To be honest it'd been more likely to be Crabbe or Goyle than the redhead now standing in front of him.
“Suprised, ferret?”
“I.. uh... I....”
“Shut up, Malfoy. We both know you're a sissy when there's nobody around to protect you. To be honest, I think you actually like being taken advantage of.” Ron smirked.
Blushing, Draco let his gaze fall to the floor, but not before he caught sight of Ron's manhood. Ears burning red by embarrasment he refused to look Ron in the eye.
“Well, well... Looks like I was right all along. You're not so cocky when alone, are you?” Ron grinned and then slammed himself up against Draco's body, well knowing that he himself had gotten hard watching Malfoy blush and unable to defend himself. To his amusement Draco gasped. Nibbling on Malfoy's ear lobe, he felt the other boy's body start to tremble with anticipation.
“Merlin, you're an easy lay, aren't you you little slut?” he whispered.
To caught up in the feeling of Ron's body pressed up against his own he couldn't do anything but let out a soft moan of pleasure. Hot lips seeking his, Draco kissed back with full intensity. Caught off guard, Ron was startled by Draco's respond, but he soon regained controll over the situation and let their tongues entwined. Hands roaming eachother's body they both got more and more aroused and started grinding their cooks together. Suddenly Ron pulled away leaving Draco startled and aware of with whom and where he was.
“So, Malfoy. What's it gonna be? Shall I throw you down and shag you rotten or shall I just leave you here unsatisfied and uneasy? You know, either way I'll still have my revenge. Leaving you here and wanting me is almost as sweet as shagging you rotten. Either way you'll be in no position to ever threaten or insult me again.”
If looks could kill, Ron would've fallen dead to the floor within seconds after saying that. Draco's eyes were almost black. ‘MERLIN, he's so gorgeous when he's angry.‛ Ron thought to himself.
“Well? What's it gonna be?”
“Damn you, Weasel! Damn you all the way to hell!” Draco said under his breath while starting to burst out of the shower room, but before he reached the door he was once again slammed up against the wall.
“Oh, so you DO want me?” Ron said and grab Draco by the back of his hair and pulled it backwards forcing Draco to make eye contact. His eyes were still burning with rage but at the same time with a desire that almost left Ron breathless. Hungrily he bent down and kissed Draco's soft lips, pressing hard against his body. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and gave Draco an evil grin. Then he bent his knees and threw the blonde over his shoulder.
“AH! What the hell are you doing??” Draco cried in suprise.
“Oh, don't worry. I'm just gonna take you somewhere more suitable for what I'm about to do to you.” Ron said, slapping Draco's rear end and went into the sauna.

The sauna was hot, about 70°C according to the thermometer, and steam left their skin as soon as they entered. Ron put Draco down and pushed him down on his back on the bench.
“Now Malfoy, I'm gonna shag you rotten and unable to sit for at least 2 weeks.” He lay on top of the blonde, stroking his trembling body, nibbling on the ear lobe which he soon left. Leaving a trail of kisses from Draco's neck down to the groin, he paused just in order to teasingly nibble on the nipples. Soft moans of pleasure filled the air while Ron was working his way down the blonde's body. There wasn't much pubic hair down there, Ron reckoned, but the cock was almost perfect. He leaned forward licking the pre-cum from it's tip causing Malfoy to gasp again. Then he took it all into his mouth. Licking and sucking while playing with the balls made Draco moan more loudly.
“Oh, MERLIN!” the blonde whispered under his breath, unable to stop himself. It didn't take long before he shot his loud into the red's mouth who let it spill out on the blonde's stomach.
“You liked that, didn't you? You little slut... Now it's my turn...”
Ron dipped his fingers into the pool of cum which had formed in Draco's navel and started to press a finger against the blonde's rear entrance. Draco moaned and pushed himself down onto the finger. When it hit his sweet spot he felt like it wasn't enough.
“More. Please, Weasle. More...” he whispered.
Answering the plead, Ron forced another finger inside and then a third. Draco's eyes was only half opened and his gaze was lustrous. Watching this Ron felt that he really wanted to bury himself deep inside the blonde. He retracted the fingers causing Malfoy to let out a grunt of disappointment.
“Now, now.. Don't be so disappointed. We've merely started.” he whispered into Draco's ear while placing his cock at the blonde's rear entrance. Slowly, teasingly he let the tip of the cock slid inside and then retracted it.
“Do you want me inside of you? Tell me, Malfoy, how much you want me to fuck you. Beg me to pound your arse!”
“Damn you, Weasle!” Draco growled but was cut off as Ron slammed his cock deep inside making Draco cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then he retracted himself again.
“You were saying...?” he said, grinning at Draco who now was in such a state of lust that he couldn't care less about what the redhead thaught of him.
“Fuck me! Merlin! Just fucking FUCK me! Pound me hard. Please!”
With those words ringing in his ears, Ron once again slammed his dick deep inside of Draco and then started to pound him hard. With a short cry he came, buried deep inside the blonde who came once again at the same time.

Standing in the shower afterwards, none of them knew what to say. Draco was the first to open his mouth...
“This stays between the two of us, Weasle.”
Ron just nodded, not nowing what to say. He was still in some sort of shock that it had actually happened and wasn't a dream. When Draco was about to leave the shower room he had made up his mind. He grabbed him by the arm and looked deep into the grey eyes.
“Remember who's the master and who's the bitch, Malfoy. If I catch you doing something I don't like, you know what will happen.” he said with a cocky smile.
Draco paled and nodded. Then he left.

The rest of the year, Malfoy was by no means nice towards the golden trio which resulted in endless meetings in all kinds of places where Ron had to punish Draco for his actions. None of them declined.