Prettier That Way

WARNINGS: Bondage. Humiliation. Dubious/approaching-non consent. Possibly disturbing. Perhaps a bit of OOC Ron, because I can't picture him being quite this vile. Proceed with caution and a healthy dose of skepticism ;) A love of Weasley vengeance is suggested, also.



"Where's your daddy now?" Ron's foot landed right in the small of Draco Malfoy's back, forcing him forward. He tripped over his own feet and crashed onto his knees. "Where is he, Malfoy? Is he coming to get you out of this one, too?"

Draco reached back for his wand, but Ron got there first, yanking it from his rear pocket and smacking it hard against the back of his head. Ron threw it across the empty room and it clattered away into irrelevancy. "I don't think he is. I don't think your daddy can do anything about this, can he?" The end of Ron's wand pressed dangerously into the back of Draco's neck.

"What are you going to do, Weasel? Vomit slugs all over me again? Oh, wait. That's right. That whore sister of yours sold her twat to buy you a new wand."

Ron's knee struck Draco hard between the shoulder blades. He pitched forward and drew a choked breath, his palms skinning themselves on the floor. "Keep talking, Malfoy. Maybe Ginny wants a go at you when I'm done. She's used to hand-me-downs, yeah?"

Draco turned his head to look back at Ron looming over him. Ron pushed his wand into Draco's cheek, which was now flushing dark, and stared down at him. He skimmed the wand up Draco's face, catching it roughly on his ear before raising it to cast a silencing charm over the room. "I expect you'll be squealing like a slimy little bitch. People are trying to study."

Draco's eyes were slitted with rage, and he was breathing with a hissing sound through his teeth. "You won't ever..."

"Get away with this? No, I expect I will. Unless you're going to tell everybody how much you liked sucking my cock?"

Draco's body went still. He knees started to shake, as if he were leaning on a nerve. An unnatural, shivery thing crawled up his spine, twitched in his stomach. "I'll bite it off, you filthy..."

"Use your teeth and I'll put them all down your throat. And then you'll suck it again. What do you think? Bet your daddy would still think you were pretty. Make things easier for him, too, yeah?" Ron grinned, feeling pleased with himself, and it made his face look oddly like a little boy's. Something about it made Draco chew his thin lower lip. Ron's wand was poking into the flesh under his chin. "You get me, Malfoy?" Draco just stared, his eyes defiant. The wand pushed harder, touching bone. "You get me, do you?"

Draco nodded almost imperceptibly, his face set and stony. Ron's eyes had gone about three shades darker than usual. The tip of his wand quivered. His bony, freckled hand was shaking a little, excited or anxious or a bit gleeful. "What's that?" he asked. "Didn't quite hear you, ferret."

Malfoy's eyes flashed. He gritted his teeth. "Yes."

Ron's grin widened. "Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Brilliant, then. On your knees, yep, that's it. Good man," Ron smirked as Malfoy slowly lifted his hands from the floor, wiping them along the sides of his trousers. "Hands in front, put them together." Draco's chest was rising and falling in a harsh rhythm now. It looked like he was biting on his tongue. His pale hands crossed. Ron lazily ran his wand down Malfoy's chest and pointed at his wrists. "Incarcerous," he muttered.

Ropes sprang from his wand and wound themselves around Malfoy's hands. "Fuck you, Weasel," he spat.

Ron ignored him. "Too tight, are they?" Draco didn't answer. Ron flicked his wand. The bindings pulled themselves tighter. "How about now? Too tight?" Silence. Another flick. Tighter, still. "Just tell me when they're too tight." Still nothing. Ron tightened them again. Draco hissed through his clenched jaw. "Are they too tight, Malfoy?" Ron tapped his wand against Draco's cheek.

"Yes," he finally answered, looking murderous.

"Bloody fantastic." Ron smiled, his tongue clicking against his teeth, and made one last flick with his wand, pulling the ropes just a little tighter and watching Malfoy wince.

"Afraid of me?" Draco sneered. "That's why you've got to truss me up, I suppose?"

Ron laughed in earnest. "No, I'm just trussing you up because you look prettier that way. Though you are an untrustworthy little git, aren't you? Think I should do your ankles, just in case?" He considered his own suggestion, swinging his wand around through the air, then shaking his head. "No, just be a champ, eh?" He grinned cheekily at Malfoy.

Malfoy swallowed hard. The muscles in his thighs were jerking. More than anything, he wished the bloody son of a bitch would stop smiling like that. It made him want to lick it right off his face.

But Ron didn't stop smiling. He grinned right into Malfoy's sharp, furious face and casually undid his zip. "First things first, yes?" he said as he shifted his trousers and his Y-fronts down to his thighs. Draco fought to keep his eyes on Ron's thin, flushed neck, trying to avoid both his obscenely glittering eyes and the hard cock he'd just withdrawn. He didn't want to close them; didn't want to look weak. When his eyes darted downwards, anyway, it didn't escape Ron's notice.

"What do you think, Malfoy?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows archly.

Malfoy was back to staring at Ron's neck. He watched Ron's Adam's apple bob a bit, happily. He didn't answer. Against his will, his own prick had started twitching, growing interested. A wave of self-revulsion washed over him. It's fucking Weasley, he admonished himself silently.

"I said, what do you think?" Ron leaned in, chucking Malfoy under the chin with his wand again, forcing his head up. "Is it quite your style?"

"Not precisely," Draco said, staring hardly into Ron's face.

Ron laughed again. "No? You're a bloody liar!" He picked up one foot and jutted between Draco's legs with the toe of his shoe. "Undo your zip and let's have a look."

Draco felt his heart start to beat wildly against his chest, though couldn't tell if it was in fear, in protest, or in anticipation, and that made him feel ill. His fingers curled reflexively.

Ron leaned forward and tapped at Draco's bindings with his wand. "Undo your bloody zip! I'm tired of telling you everything twice. Are you bloody thick, ferret?"

Struggling to get his hands positioned correctly, Draco worked clumsily at his zip. Ron watched, idly drumming the fingers of his left hand along his cock, which was bobbing a few inches from Draco's face. When he was finally able to pull the teeth apart, Malfoy dropped his hands loosely in front of himself.

"Take it out, dimwit," Ron snarled, growing impatient. "Let's see what you've got there."

Malfoy's cheeks were burning, and his pupils were round as dinner plates. He fished in his trousers with two hands and managed to shimmy the front of his own undergarments down. Ron watched, suppressing a full-out laugh, huffing some air through his nose in amusement. Draco worked his own cock out from the fabric and promptly pulled his bound hands aside, avoiding further stimulation. He looked up at Ron with a petulant face.

Ron's grin spread wide across his face. "Well, look at that, would you! I think he likes it! Do you, Malfoy?"

Malfoy's shoulders rose and fell. His cock hung stupidly over the elastic, infuriatingly hard, and getting harder, as Ron leaned forward and tapped his prick against Draco's pursed lips. A drop of clear pre-cum stuck in the center. Without thinking, Draco's tongue darted out to lick it off. This made Ron's eyes get wide, just for a second, before he asked again, "Do you like it, Malfoy?" He tapped Draco's growing erection with his foot again, chuckling. "Tell me how much you like it." His wand was suddenly at Draco's throat, pressing threateningly hard.

"I like it," he mumbled, just audible.

"I know you like it, you stupid prat. How much?"

"A lot," Malfoy said, though his lips barely parted.

"Sorry, you'll have to speak up. How much do you fucking like it, Malfoy?" Ron stared menacingly down, his heart skidding through his chest and bumping haphazardly with every beat.

In a low, but clear voice, Draco answered. "I like it a lot."

"Of course you do," Ron answered. "Rather bigger than yours, isn't it?" he said, almost genially, tilting his head and looking down at Malfoy's now thoroughly-erect prick.

It was. Draco thought briefly that Ron's cock hardly suited his lanky frame and boyish face. It was noticeably larger than his own, which he was rapidly realizing was quite unimpressive. This made his ears burn even hotter.

Ron's voice broke through his thoughts, impatient. "I said it's bigger than yours, isn't it, Malfoy?"

Draco's whole body felt like it was on fire. He inhaled a shaky breath through his nose and answered. "Yes."

Ron laughed. "Figured you'd have a small prick. Merlin, how do you even wank that thing? Nevermind. I don't want to know. Do you like big cocks, you pathetic wanker?"

"Yes." Draco gulped. Ron was holding his now, sliding his hand along his entire length, slow and almost thoughtfully.

"Do you want to give mine a suck?" His tone was conversational, but his eyes flashed with a warning. Draco's throat went dry.

"Yes."

"Ask me, then. For permission." A smile was tugging Ron's lips up. Somewhere in Draco's chest, a groan was trying to surface, but he was fighting it with all of his energy, which left him quite unable to argue with Ron.

"Can I..." Draco coughed. Ron glared. "Can I suck it?"

"Suck what?"

"Your cock."

"My...." Ron's eyes narrowed. He tapped his wand briskly against the top of Draco's head. He squeezed his prick a bit, pressing his thumb into the underside of the head. Another drop of clear fluid coated his finger, and he leaned in and smooshed it across Draco's chin.

"Your big cock."

Ron smirked. "All together now, let's have a sentence, hm?"

Draco felt his erection pulsing insistently. His toes curled up inside his shoes. "Can I suck your big cock?"

Ron looked down expectantly and raised his eyebrows.

Draco swallowed again. He wanted to wipe his chin off. "Please," he finally spat out. "Please, can I suck your big cock?"

"That's more like it, mate. You think you really deserve it, though? I'm not sure. Let's have you apologize first." He smiled graciously down at Malfoy, who was trembling quite noticeably by this point. "I'll go easy on you. Just repeat, hm?" He jabbed his wand into Malfoy's chest, which made him teeter a bit. His hips swiveled as he righted himself.

"Fine," Malfoy answered, letting out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry, Ron." He gestured at Malfoy with his wand, still tapping at his cock with his other hand.

"I'm sorry, Ron."

Ron grinned in delight. "I'm a disgusting, snivelly bitch, and I don't deserve to live."

"I'm a disgusting, snivelly..." Malfoy paused. Ron rolled his wand over and gave another warning look. "Bitch, and I don't deserve to live."

"I'm a useless, small-pricked piece of shite."

Malfoy's stomach clenched. His cock jerked. "I'm a useless, small-pricked piece of shite."

"If I ever -- EVER -- so much as look sideways at you again, I will have my eyes fucked into my skull." Ron was laughing at his own cleverness now.

"If I ever so much as look sideways at you again," Malfoy started. He had to stop for air. Everything inside his body felt tight. "I will have my eyes fucked into my skull."

"Very good," Ron said. "And you will, too, you arse-licking bastard. Now, you want my cock? Beg." Ron spat into his palm now, and it started sliding a little faster, and Draco balled his hands into whatever approximation of fists he could manage to keep them off of his own throbbing hard-on. "Beg," Ron snapped again, when Draco didn't respond fast enough. He reached out and smacked at the side of Draco's face with his wet hand, leaving spit and pre-cum and a sting on his cheek, then brought it back to work.

"Please," Draco said, starting in a whisper. "Please let me suck your cock." He bit down on his lip until he tasted blood.

"Not enough," Ron grunted, staring into Malfoy's reddened face, his cracked mouth. He clumsily but firmly prodded at Malfoy's shoulder with his wand. "Beg."

"Please let me suck your cock. I want it in my mouth. I want your cock in my throat," Malfoy said, wondering if he was, somehow, in some demented part of his brain, speaking the truth. The thought made him moan audibly. Ron's eyes, which had started to drift closed, snapped wide open in surprise. They were the brightest blue Draco had ever seen.

"Say it again," he commanded.

"I want your cock in my throat," Malfoy repeated. "Let me suck your fucking cock. Please." The back of his bound hand was pressing into his own erection now, and his hips were rocking faintly, trying to get some friction.

"Stop that, you bloody pervert," Ron said, jabbing his wand into Malfoy's neck. It was shaking. He almost dropped it. Malfoy froze. "Move your filthy hands." Draco complied, frustration catching in his chest. "Tell me again."

"I want your cock in my mouth," Draco said, his voice sounding low and choked. "Please. Please."

"Open, you slimy git," Ron said, his own voice rasping a bit. Draco's mouth dropped open. His eyes crossed strangely as he watched Ron move closer. "And remember what I said about your bloody teeth." Draco nodded. His stomach muscles were taut and jerking madly, his thighs shaking, his cock howling.

He put out his tongue and felt Ron drop the weight of his hard prick onto it. Ron's knuckles brushed his teeth and bumped against his lips as he settled himself. Still clutching his wand in his fist, Ron put a hand on either side of Malfoy's head and leaned into him fiercely, giving him no warning before thrusting all the way into his mouth. The head of his cock bumped against the back of Malfoy's throat. "Suck," he snarled.

Malfoy gagged. Ron didn't hesitate. He fucked Draco's mouth as Draco fought to swallow and make room to breathe. When he finally adjusted, Ron was getting edgy, growling "I said suck, you prissy bastard." Draco did. He hollowed his cheeks and ran his tongue in circles, flattening it along the underside of Ron's cock, creating suction and heat and a slippery, demanding friction that sent Ron's eyes all the way back in his head and made his own jaw drop open wide.

Ron's fingers tightened in Malfoy's hair. His wand was pressed painfully against Draco's ear. His hips were moving frantically, his arse clenched tight, his breathing harsh and angry. Emboldened by Ron's obvious distraction, Draco wriggled his hands down and wrapped them around his own leaking cock, pushing shallowly against them in time with Ron's thrusts. He moaned around Ron's cock.

Then he felt Ron's body pull tight and everything draw up. A sort of primal-sounding growl started in Ron's belly and came out of his mouth as he pulled himself free of Draco and started to cum, hot and ferocious and blinding, all over Draco's face, between his still-open lips, across his sticky cheeks, onto his sour, waspish chin. Even Ron was surprised at how hard and how much, and it took several rattling breaths for him to compose himself, his knees loose and wobbly, his heart stuttering like Professor Quirrell.

When he opened his eyes, Draco was still frotting against his own hand, and Ron kicked at his thigh angrily. It caught Draco off-guard and he almost tipped over. Ron laughed. He leaned close to Malfoy's shoulder and grabbed a handful of the fabric of his jumper, using it to clean himself up. "Zip yourself up. Go on now."

Malfoy glared at Ron with such malice that Ron was briefly unnerved. He recovered quickly, though, and repeated his command, thrusting his wand into Malfoy's hard belly. Malfoy, still struggling with the ropes at his wrist, pulled his trousers back over his desperate, wet-looking erection and yanked up his zip.

"Stand up," Ron snapped, adjusting his own clothing. Malfoy stumbled to his feet, teetering a bit as he stretched his muscles. Half of Ron's face tilted up into a grin. "Now get out of my sight, you filthy cocksucking prat." He pressed his wand hard against Draco's back and pushed him toward the door. Peering over Malfoy's shoulder into the corridor, he satisfied himself that they were alone.

"You go ahead and rat on me, if you want," he whispered, close against the shell of Malfoy's ear. "I think lots of people would love to hear about it. Though if you do, I doubt you'll get another go." Sticking his wand around Malfoy's waist, he unbound him and shoved him into the corridor.

Draco sneered over his shoulder. "My wand."

Ron slammed the door shut behind him, clicking the lock, and strode away in the opposite direction. "Get it yourself, you creepy twat. And wash your face, yeah?" He dropped a cold wink Draco's way.