Title: Under the Mask pt. 1/?

Author: Deathangelgw

Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com

Disclaimers: Harry Potter and all subsequent characters belong to JKR. May she not strike me for use and abuse!

Warnings: AU, OOC, sap, slash, angst, language, violence, post OotP so possible spoilers

Pairings: Eventual RW/DM, hinted RW+HR+HP

Rating: R most of the time, NC-17 at certain places.

Summary: Ron hates Draco Malfoy…doesn't he?

Beta: MA

A/N: This is my first shot at this pairing that grew a plot. I'd like to thank Sabershadowkat for inspiring me with her fic ‘Waiting for You’, which can be found here: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/waitingforyou.html ! Also, thanks to MA for the beta as always! Love ya! Enjoy and please review!

'thoughts'

I don't want to know

If you're playin' me

Keep it on the low

Cuz my heart can’t take it anymore

And if you're playin' now

Please don't let it show

Oooh baby, I don't want to know

'I Don't Want To Know' By Mario Winans

Sighing softly as he sat next to Hermione, Ron leaned his cheek against his fist while looking around the Hall. School had started again, filled with tension and apprehension now that the Ministry had finally 'confirmed' that Voldemort was indeed back. There was also a lot of tension surrounding his best friend, Harry, as he was the focus now of many a wizarding family's hopes. And the strain was getting to his best friend slowly.

Turning his eyes back to his two best friends, Ron eyed them thoughtfully, critically. Hermione was edgy, yet she was still focusing on her homework, as if in a try to keep as 'normal' as possible. Harry, on the other hand, didn't look as healthy. His green eyes held a somewhat vacant haze to them, as if he was lost in thought…or memories. More often than not, that was what he was thinking on: Sirius, Voldemort, Dumbledore, and all of his mistakes that had cost them --him-- so much. Hermione and Ron were getting to their wits' end in trying to get Harry to even react to their own presence, much less take a care of what was going on in life.

And that was how the summer and new school year had been riddled with tension and worry. The students pointed and whispered as Harry walked through with Ron and Hermione at his sides, protecting him from others, but it wasn't as if he even cared. And *that* bothered Ron the most. He wanted his best friend back…the boy who had learned to have fun, even with his life in constant peril. At least he had enjoyed life.

'Now, we don't even have that,' Ron thought in a mixture of frustration, disgust, and worry. He was running out of ideas on how to get through to Harry, but he wasn't about to give up. It was just that sometimes…Ron wished he could have a bit of focus on himself as well.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t St. Potter, his Weasel, and the Mudblood.”

Ron growled inwardly as they looked over to see the sauntering blond and his cronies that had deigned to break the breakfast chatter with his malevolent attitude. “Sod off Malfoy,” he snapped out, bristling as he stood up protectively before Harry and Hermione.

“Oh? And what are you going to do to make me, Weasel? You’re worthless without Harry Bloody Potter and your little Mudblood girl,” Malfoy sneered out, grinning viciously as his buddies laughed and elbowed each other.

“Yea ri-“

”Ron no! He’s just trying to get you in trouble,” Hermione protested as she put a staying hand on Ron’s arm, glaring at Malfoy. “You’re better than him, Ron,” she murmured to him softly.

Ron’s eyes flicked to hers briefly before he straightened and sat back down, glaring at Malfoy as the blond laughed along with his groupies and headed for the Slytherin table. Ron turned his glower onto the food that had the misfortune of appearing before him. Hermione was always stopping him from clocking Malfoy in the mouth and he was getting rather tired of it. The stuck up blond had been getting worse since Sirius’ death and, out of righteous anger for the dead and Harry, Ron knew that he needed to teach the prat a thing or two.

“Ron.”

Looking up in surprise at the soft murmur of his name, Ron locked eyes with his best mate. Harry smiled softly then nodded and Ron returned the nod, feeling a smile break onto his face. Harry knew…Harry knew and understood. He approved. Feeling much better, Ron sat back and relaxed as he began eating in earnest. Maybe the day wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

*~~***~~*

Grumbling as he walked alongside Hermione, Ron rolled his eyes as she flew into another lecture on how he had to keep his temper. Another thing he was getting rather tired of. He looked around as they headed for Herbology and blinked as he saw a certain snobbish blond heading for the lake.

Alone.

Smirking, he knew this was his chance. Making an excuse as he turned and headed back towards the castle, Ron waited until Hermione and Harry were out of sight before doubling back and heading for where Malfoy had gone. He was itching for a fight and wasn't going to let his friends stop him from teaching Malfoy a few lessons…whether with his wand or his fists.

Silently, stealthily, he crept along the path as he got closer to the lake, eyes on the lookout for the irritating Slytherin. He breathed deeply, keeping his heart rate under control. His control surprised even him, but, while adrenaline was pumping through him, he felt calm and sure. This was what he wanted…what he needed.

He came to the shoreline and kept to the forest, eyes searching for Malfoy steadily as he stayed still. Smirking as he spotted the blond, he came forward. "Well, well, Malfoy. All alone without your buddies?" he sneered as he came over, chuckling as Malfoy whirled around in surprise.

"Ron! What are you doing here?" Malfoy cried in surprise, shocking Ron into stopping with the use of his first name. Blinking as he recovered himself, Malfoy straightened and sneered. "Come looking for me, Weasel? That'll be your last mistake," he sneered in his usual high handed way.

"Sure will, cuz I won't be stopping this time," Ron growled out as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco.

Smirking, Draco remained relaxed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh so you think you can actually hex me this time, Weasel? Last time I remember…you were coughing up slugs for a while!" he shot out with a nasty laugh, grinning wickedly as Ron's face colored in remembrance of that fluke of a mishap.

"Sod off Malfoy!" Ron snarled out, glowering at the blond.

"Only with you, Weasel," Malfoy replied quietly with a sneer as he pulled out his wand. "Expelliarmus!"

"Rictusempra!" Ron cried out in counter as he dodged the disarming charm. Draco dove to the side and countered quickly with another hex, knocking Ron's wand out of his hand just as he cast his own counteracting spell, sending Malfoy's wand into the bushes.

Frowning slightly, Draco glanced over his shoulder, then was caught off guard as Ron tackled him with a snarling roar and they began wrestling. Fists flew and connected as they cursed at each other while rolling around, fighting to get on top to pin the other.

They rolled around fiercely until, with a quick flip and twist, Draco straddled Ron’s hips. He swiftly used his legs to pin Ron’s legs and clamped his hands on the redhead’s wrists, holding steady as the enraged Gryffindor bucked and twisted, struggling to escape.

Leering, Malfoy leaned his head in and whispered, “I’m disappointed, Weasley. I thought you would at least try to land on top. I didn’t know you liked bottoming so much.”

“You sicko!” Ron hissed out, cheeks reddening with embarrassment as well as rage as he strained once more to get free.

“Am I? Or did you never think of it?” Draco replied softly as he leaned up. They locked eyes, both disheveled and wild eyed as they panted for air. A ghost of a smile flickered across the Slytherin’s lips and he twisted his hips in a very slow grinding motion.

A surprised groan left Ron’s lips as he arched slightly in pleasure, rubbing back against Malfoy. Malfoy’s smile reappeared and the very sight of it sent a spike of pleasure through Ron, causing a small whimper to seep out of his throat. Draco bent his head in to rest their foreheads together as he began circling his hips, meeting Ron’s in a rhythm that had them shaking and gasping in pleasure.

Almost in tandem, the two young men arched sharply, moaning as they climaxed. Draco fell forward as they gasped for air once more; letting the silence of the air blanket them after their release relaxed them into sated exhaustion. Neither moved as their reeling senses slowly came back to a normal pace and reality set in.

Draco closed his eyes, smiling softly as he listened to Ron’s heartbeat, feeling a soft warmth flow over him. He wondered if he could hold onto this moment, reveling in the security he felt.

“Get off of me.”

The cold voice broke through his warmth like a sharp wind on a sunny day. Leaning up slightly, Draco stared down and felt ice go through him at the cold fury he saw on the freckled face. “Ron I-“

”I SAID GET OFF OF ME!!” Ron’s roar was deafening, but his fury was terrifying. Draco found himself flung through the air and gasped as he smashed into a tree, sliding down as he fought to get his wind back through the pain. He watched warily as Ron stood up slowly and straightened himself out, then accio’ed his wand. The Gryffindor looked over at the struggling Slytherin, eyes cold and filled with rage as he faced Draco. He raised his wand, then quietly cast a scourgify charm on himself before turning to leave. “Don’t *ever* touch me again, Malfoy.”

The words washed over Malfoy in a cold wave as he watched Ron go. He sat up and thought over what had just happened, reviewing it slowly and savoring it. He grinned then as he glanced up at the sky. “Oh don’t worry, Ron…I won’t touch you. I will just…seduce you.” He grinned almost evilly, though it was a smirk filled with determination. He always got what he wanted.

TBC

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