I am my Father\'s Words

A little Authors note: This story is set after the fifth book but ignores completely the last two books so it's slightly A/U.

WARNING: This chapter comes as close to Non Con as you can get, the word No does feature. If you don't like the word No than this isn't the story for you.

Thank you in advance for reading please R&R :)

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“You’re not mine and I’m not yours!” Ron screamed dashing the blood from his eyes. “Now leave me alone!”

“Never!” Draco lunged forward grasping his arm and snarling viscously, his eyes flashing granite in the torch light, “You will always be mine Weasley! Never forget that!”

“I will forget it!” Ron hurled furiously, “If it takes the rest of my life I will forget with my last breath that I ever let you believe I belonged to you!”

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Ron shifted uneasily in his chair and tried to focus on his notes. Malfoy was staring at him again and it was getting really old. Ron’s best glare couldn’t deter him, he just kept fucking staring.

In the last couple of weeks Ron had become increasingly uncomfortable under that confidant stare. The thing was, it wasn’t a hate filled stare, a sneering glace or a mocking glare. It was just a very watchful stare, the kind of stare an amateur spy would give a suspect.

It wasn’t like Ron hadn’t sneered at the Slytherin and narrowed his eyes in an attempt to get him to back off. Hell, he’d even shaken his fist at him, because in his opinion, if Malfoy wanted a fight he could have one. If the prat was trying to provoke him into smashing his pointy face in then he would most certainly get his wish!

Well…he would if Ron hadn’t confronted him about it in Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration and once outside potions and in the Charms corridor.

Filch had delighted in watching Ron pick smatters of Droobles best blowing gum off of the Quidditch stands last week for the incident in Transfiguration. Both Harry and he had got an evening pickling Gecko tails for fighting next to Snape’s classroom. As for what happened in the charms corridor…he’d received a howler for that one.


But even though he knew giving Malfoy a good pounding was a bad idea, Ron really wanted to. He was even dreaming of punching the little shit’s face in recently. It was like Malfoy’s stare had ignited something in Ron’s blood and now all he could do was think about tearing the little shit limb from limb.

Doodling a rather good picture of Malfoy and his entrails smeared across the Quidditch pitch, Ron rolled his shoulders. Malfoy was making his jaw clench so hard he was getting tooth ache. Why couldn’t the git look somewhere else?

With a sigh of relief Ron stood and gathered his parchment up as the bell sounded through the classroom. Everyone else on the Gryffindor side of the room followed suit immediately every one of them eager to get away from Snape’s angry glare.

“Malfoy was staring again mate,” Harry muttered as they waited politely for a gap in the aisle so they could make thier way out.

“I know,” Ron scowled as he watched the Slytherin engrossed in a deep conversation with the potions professor, “He just wants me to start on him again, he’s such a shit stirring asshole!”

At that moment the subject in question glanced up and trapped Ron in a predatory gaze before smirking cockily and turning back to Snape.

“Bastard!” Harry hissed, slamming his fist into the desk next to him and growling low in his throat. “He knows exactly how to rile us up without anybody noticing!”

“Snape will notice you if you don’t stop doing that, come on lets get out of here.”

Noticing they were the only other students left in the classroom they hurried out and into the hallway, falling into a more leisurely pace as they made their way to the great hall for lunch.

“So,” Harry said tentatively, “Have you…um, thought anymore about what I said?”

Ron sighed, “Come on Harry I’ve got enough to think about without adding that particular nasty to the list.”

“You’re only making things worse for yourself Ron, you know your mums been telling Hermione’s parents that you two are just a step away from marriage.” Harry said awkwardly, “they both need to know the truth before it goes any further.”

“Harry you know what my mums like…”

“I know, I know but-” Harry pushed his glasses in earnest as he leant into Ron, “There’s a time when you have to face up to your responsibilities Ron and now is one of them, people are going to get hurt.”

“Me face up to my responsibilities?! Harry when are you going to face up to the fact that you are the only one that can get rid of a mad wizard hell bent on destroying you and everyone else!”

“Don’t change the subject!” Harry said going slightly red as he pushed his glasses back up his nose again, “Hermione thinks you like her Ron! Little does she know that you spend you’re evenings pouring over the latest editions of Wizard Wankathon and Wand in Hand!”

A furious flush leapt up Ron’s neck as glared at Harry and then glanced around furtively, “Shh! Do you mind not outing me to the whole school!”

Harry looked slightly ashamed but adamant all the same. “If it means that Hermione knows that she hasn’t got a chance with you then no!”

“Fine I’ll tell her ok, just keep you’re voice down.” Ron said pushing past his best friend and hurrying up the stairs.

“Next week.”

Ron froze, grasping the wall with an unsteady hand and turning to look back Harry. “What?”

“Tell her by next week Ron or I will.” Harry’s stern features relaxed into a pleading expression, “Come on Ron, I just don’t want her to get hurt.”

Ron squeezed his eyes shut before running his hand through his hair, “Ok I’ll tell her but I’m not telling mum.”

Harry smiled and headed up to join his friend, “You’ll have to eventually.”

Ron smiled, “No I won’t, after I fail to settle down with a nice girl she’ll just figure I prefer celibacy.”

“You’re mum will never except that; she wants Grand babies to much.”

“You’d think she’d be sick of babies by now wouldn’t you.” Ron said rolling his eyes as Harry laughed.

“Hey Guys!” Hermione came barrelling down the hall towards them clutching her book bag to keep it closed.

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital wing Hermione.” Harry said hugging her before leaving Ron to embrace her awkwardly.

“I know,” She said breathlessly, “but honestly I feel loads better and I can’t possibly miss Charms today, we’re levitating people.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her as they made their way into the hall, “We’re what?”

“We’re levitating people,” Hermione said, they sat down and she watched them help themselves to large portions of toad in the hole, “Professor Flitwick told me all about it, the charms supposed to be for situations where someone been badly hurt and can’t move by themselves.”

Ron carefully swallowed his mouthful of mashed potatoes (he’d learnt the hard way about talking with his mouthful around Hermione), “Aren’t you eating too Hermione?”

“Oh I still feel a bit rough,” She said clutching her stomach and making a dour face, “but thank you for asking Ron.” Her grim expression turned into a shy smile.

Harry gave Ron’s down bent head a significant look, “Yeah, swallowing bubator puss will do that Hermione.”

“I didn’t know it was bubator puss did I? Neville was stupid to put it in a glass when it looks so much like orange juice. Anyway,” she flipped her hair and turned back to Ron, “I thought we could do our transfiguration assignments tonight? You should be getting on with it especially Ron, you know how cross McGonagall is with you right now.”

Ron cringed inwardly at the hopeful look that lit her face, “Yeah sure if you want, I have to go ask Snape about my second detention but I’ll do that right after dinner.”

Harry rolled his eyes and gave him a look that said something along the lines of, ‘Way to give her the impression you’re not interested mate’.

Ron just sighed and started shaping his mash potatoes into sculptures with his fork; suddenly he really wasn’t all that hungry.

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Stupid Snape! Stupid bloody arsehole Snape giving him a detention on a Hogsmeade weekend! Ron fumed silently as he stomped his way through the dungeons, just because he’d smacked his favourite arse licker in the jaw!

It’s not like he hadn’t deserved it! He’d been bloody staring again hadn’t he, watching Ron try to find a quill in his bag or something.

Ron growled and kicked the wall, bloody Snape!

“Temper, temper Weasley.” A cruel voice mocked behind him.

Ron froze, ignoring the throbbing pain in his foot in favour of trying to stay in control. “Sod off Malfoy, this really isn’t the time.”

“Ooh sounds right up my street, what’s got you’re second hand knickers in a twist this time Weasel?”

Ron grit his teeth hard and inhaled through his nose before beginning to walk away, “None of your business Malfoy.”

“What if I make it my business blood traitor?” Malfoy said strolling round to cut Ron off and smirking evilly.

Ron’s fists trembled as he began to go red in the face, “What did you call me?”

Malfoy calmly examined his nails. “Don’t tell me you’re hearing is second hand as well Weasley, I called you a blood traitor.”

“I’d rather betray my blood by associating with good people than by sucking my Father’s cock!” Ron shouted furiously.

Malfoy’s smirk turned into a terrible snarl, “What did you say?!”

“Well isn’t that what you do Malfoy?” Ron jeered, exhilarated at having got one over on Malfoy. “Spend all summer on you’re knees under you’re fathers writing desk?” He said the last words in a sotto voice, mocking Malfoy’s attitude towards his own family.

Ron didn’t even see the other boy move as suddenly he was slammed into the wall, his head cracking painfully against the damp surface.

“Shut the fuck up Weasley!” Malfoy rasped, twisting Ron’s robes brutally in his fists.

Ron’s eyes widened in mock shock and glee. “Don’t tell me it’s true! Don’t tell me you suck prick as well as acting like one!”

Malfoy’s fist connected wetly with the side of Ron’s face, “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”

Ron struggled under Malfoy’s continued blows, gasping the other boy hit him directly in the chest. “Can’t face the truth Malfoy?” He said brokenly as he smashed his knee into the other boy’s balls.

The Slytherin’s eyes bulged in shock and pain before Ron smacked him square in the jaw. “You’re so fucking pathetic you know that?”

Malfoy’s popping eyes narrowed and with a feral growl he leapt at the redhead. They toppled for a moment and then smashed to the floor, Malfoy quick to manoeuvre himself onto Ron’s hips. “I’ll show you who’s fucking pathetic! I’ll show you how perverted I can really be!” He screamed tearing at Ron’s belt buckle.

“What?” Ron’s eyes widened, “Malfoy No-NO!” He struggled frenziedly, suddenly terrified. “Get off me Malfoy get OFF!”

“Oh I will,” Malfoy growled a sadistic gleam in his eye. “I will get off Weasley” he pressed his forehead to Ron’s, “And I’ll have fun doing it.”

With that he smashed his lips brutally to the other boys, relishing in the blood that leaked between their parted mouths and grinding his pelvis into the one beneath him.

Ron was astounded to hear a moan trickle with the blood from his lips as Malfoy’s suddenly more gentle hands smoothed hungrily down his chest.

“That’s right Weasley, enjoy it with me.”

Ron tried to tear his mouth away from the other boy’s invading tongue. “Never!”

Malfoy resumed in his quest to remove Ron’s trousers, “Well fighting me’s always a plus as well.” He ripped Ron’s trousers down and off his feet.

Ron was mortified and incredibly frightened as Malfoy sneered at his faded grey boxers, “Although your underwear definitely isn’t.”

“Please Malfoy don’t do this.” He husked, licking his dry lips.

“Why not?” The other boy said as he kept his palm flat on the redhead’s chest, holding him down as he undid his own belt buckle. “I’m going to be expelled for going this far anyway so I might as well go the whole hog and besides” he leaned in for another crushing kiss, “do you know how long I’ve wanted this?”

Ron bit down viciously on the other boy’s lips, “You’re inhuman!”

Draco growled slapping Ron across the cheek before smirking, “No, just horny.”

Ron realised a second moment of amazement as his cheek tingled pleasantly from the contact.

“Wow you are a perverted little pauper aren’t you?” the other boy said as he removed Ron’s boxers to reveal a semi before muttering, “The freckles really do cover every inch of you.”

Ron bit back the urge to cry, he didn’t have a clue why he was vaguely beginning to enjoy this.

Malfoy licked his lips and stared at Ron’s half hearted member. “You don’t deserve this but I can’t resist.” With the wariness of a cat he flicked his eyes to Ron’s, “Try anything funny and I’ll bite it off!”

Ignoring the other boy’s terrified squeak he zoned in and took the other boy’s head in his mouth, sucking gently and experimentally.

Ron couldn’t hold back the moan that surged from his lips as his head shot up to stare at Malfoy. How could that feel so good? So hot and tingly and wet?

Malfoy smiled, letting Ron’s now fully engorged head flop onto his stomach, “Like that Weasley?”

Ron laid his head back on the floor and stared resolutely at the ceiling; he was never going to admit it.

Malfoy shrugged and simply lifted Ron’s legs onto his shoulders, pushing his black jeans down his thighs as he knelt before his arse.

Ron felt the terror engulf him again, “Malfoy NO!”

Malfoy glared angrily at the other boy. “YES Weasley! This is going to happen whether you like it or not! Although I advise you not to struggle.”

Ron squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to whimper. He’d dreamt of his first time so many times as he knelt in front of his magazines. Never had he imagined it being like this.

He waited for the unwanted intrusion and the pain but nothing happened. Eventually he risked a peek with one eye.

“What are you doing Malfoy?”

The Slytherin was currently rooting through the pockets of his robes muttering “I always keep it on me damn it!”

“Malfoy?”

Triumphantly the other boy pulled an expensive hand moisturising potion in a green and gold bottle from his pocket.

“Don’t be so impatient Weasley, I’m trying to stop your ass splitting completely in two.” He said as he smeared some on his prick and across Ron’s entrance.

Ron jumped at the contact and instinctively tried to move away. “Why?!” he asked as the scent of peppermint surrounded him.

Malfoy didn’t answer but Ron wouldn’t have noticed if he did as Malfoy had thrust forward and into him.

It hurt quite a lot, a hell of a lot actually. Tears came to his eyes as his passage stretched around the other boy, making it sting and ache.

But Malfoy didn’t pause and Ron honestly felt grateful for that, because the pain lessened as his ass widened under the onslaught. It didn’t feel too horrifying whilst he forgot the cock belonged to Malfoy.

“No you don’t,” Malfoy rasped as he leaned into Ron and bit hard on his neck, “You’re going to stay with me all the way.”

Ron gasped as the other boy shifted position and his cock hit something that felt a good, really good.

“Did I find it Weasley? Are you gonna stop pretending now?” The blonde said breathlessly as his pace increased with Ron’s quiet moans

“Who’s making you moan Weasley?” Ron registered vaguely as the pleasure built in his ass. “Who’s making you’re skin flush so prettily?”

A hand grabbed his chin as he felt himself reaching a peak, forcing his eyes open to stare into stormy grey ones, “It’s me Weasley, me!” He said the last words in a kind of shout as his orgasm seemed to rip through his body. Ron wasn’t really paying attention though as he went through his own orgasm, the most powerful and pleasurable he’d ever felt in his life.

It seemed to go on for a long time, as did Malfoy’s, when the spasms finally left his body he realised Malfoy was slumped on his shoulder, sweating and panting profusely. “Fuck, FUCK Weasley that was good.”

He lifted himself onto his palms over the redhead and smiled, “Did you ever feel anything like it?”

Ron frowned at the perversity of the question and Malfoy suddenly realising what he was doing sneered and quickly withdrew his wilting penis with a slick popping sound. Standing up jerkily he zipped up his fly, “Tell anyone about this Weasley and I’ll hurt a member of you’re family before I go. I swear I will.” With that he left, his hurried footsteps echoing down the hall.

Ron didn’t know how he located his trousers after ten minutes of profound emotion. Neither did he know how he made his way to the Gryffindor dorms and headed off Hermione before going up to collapse on his bed. He didn’t know exactly what he thought in those next few hours, or how he eventually managed to get to sleep.

All he did know was that he awoke to a bottle of expensive hand potion in a green and gold bottle on his pillow the next morning.

It smelt like peppermint.