Title: Under the Mask pt. 2/?

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

Silence seemed like a warm blanket around Ron as he walked down the halls of Hogwarts on patrol. It was a welcome respite after what had happened two days prior with Malfoy…something which he wanted to forget badly. He shivered briefly as memories of what had gone between them came to the fore of his mind, taunting him with confusing thoughts of how he'd liked what Malfoy had been doing, what Malfoy's smell had been to him, and how the blond had looked in the heat of passion. But he kept pushing these thoughts away with reminders to himself of how much he hated Malfoy and wanted him dead for the good of every decent person's sanity, even as a small voice at the back of his mind taunted him with little thoughts of how he'd liked being pinned beneath the blond…and how he wanted more.

Shaking himself as he continued his patrol, Ron growled to himself. 'Get a grip, Weasley. That git is bad news and is always making fun of Harry, your family, and Hermione! Plus, he's a bloke! You don't do blokes!' he told himself firmly, frowning angrily as he glared at some of the sleeping paintings. But that taunting little voice turned up another question. 'If you don't like blokes…why'd you get hard and come with Malfoy on top?'

Growling again as he stopped, Ron shook his head hard. "Arg stop talking! I hate Malfoy!" he hissed out angrily at the snickering little voice, then stomped down the hall. He was so mad and full of his own thoughts that he didn't see the shadow from a side alcove suddenly reach out and grab him, pulling him into the shadows as he squawked in surprise. His mouth was muffled as he was pulled up against a hard body, his struggles pinned by a pair of strong arms as he growled angrily.

He stiffened though as hot breath blew past his ear on a whisper. "Really, Weasel…you hate little old me? Couldn't tell with your come covered pants," Draco murmured as he grinned in triumph as Ron stood in his hold, stunned. He grunted in pain though as Ron elbowed him hard in the stomach, making him loosen his hold on the Gryffindor.

Ron shook off Draco's hand on his mouth as he snarled. "Malfoy! Let me go you stupid git!" he growled out as he struggled to get free from Malfoy's reestablished hold.

"I don't think so, Weasel…we have some unfinished business," Draco purred out, laughing softly as he felt the shudder that went through Ron's frame at his words. "I think you've been thinking about me a lot since our little…run-in," he murmured as the hand that had been muffling Ron's mouth moved down to cup Ron through his pants.

"Don't fucking touch me, Malfoy!!" Ron cried in rage as he bucked against the invasive touch, then finally broke free of Malfoy's hold. He whirled around and punched Malfoy hard, growling angrily at both Malfoy and his own body's betrayal to that touch.

Draco staggered back, shaking his head at the punch, then cried out as he was then pinned, hands above his head as a very angry Ron grabbed his throat. His eyes widened as he struggled somewhat, turned on by the power of Ron's anger and violence. He'd never seen the redhead so out of control and he wanted more.

"You have a lot of nerve, Malfoy. You stinking pile of Slytherin waste! I told you before to *never* touch me again!" Ron hissed out dangerously as he leaned in closer, eyes flashing with his fury. He sneered as he felt Malfoy's shudder and tightened his hold on both hands and neck. "You're disgusting and a waste of good flesh that should have been given to someone more worthy, you pile of shite!" he whispered in cold triumph. He stopped though as his eyes locked with Malfoy's burning gaze and felt the heat rise within him, unbearable as it had been the last time. With a vicious snarl, he crushed their lips together, melding their bodies swiftly in a rough attack on their senses as their bodies bucked against the other.

Whimpering slightly at the powerful rush of adrenaline Ron's attack provoked within him, Draco returned the hard clashing of tongues, teeth, and lips as he rubbed frantically against Ron's gyrating body. The hand on his neck moved to his waist and he gasped in pleasure as he brought his leg up to push them closer together. They moved madly together in an awkward yet feverish motion until they both cried out and trembled with release.

Panting together as their kiss turned almost lazy and indulgent, the two young men melded together before sinking to the ground in a boneless heap. Ron wrapped his arm more firmly around Draco's waist as his other hand, having released Malfoy's hands, moved into the soft blond hair, holding the other's head steady as they kissed. Draco's own arms twined around Ron's neck, holding him close as they slowly explored the other's mouth with lazy tongues before parting. They stared at each other, gazes naked to the other with their emotions as they searched the other for answers before reality crashed once more onto them.

Stiffening and shoving Malfoy off of him, Ron scooted back and stood up, face a mask of dark rage. Watching him in amazement, Draco stood up carefully as well, straightening his robes as they stared at each other, the wall up once more between them. Smirking, Draco murmured a spell, cleaning himself, before winking at Ron. "I'll catch you later…Weasley," he purred out before turning and sauntering into the shadows.

Cussing and cursing as he cleaned himself off as well, Ron stormed from the alcove and went through his patrol, mind reeling with what had just occurred. That was the second time with the same results! What was wrong with him!? Muttering furiously at himself, the redhead promised himself that it wouldn't happen again and that if Malfoy touched him once more…the Slytherin was going to end up being a girl!

*~~**~~*

Hermione blinked tiredly as she glanced up, hearing Ron's cursing as he stormed into the Gryffindor common room. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but didn't even get the chance to squeak as he stormed past and headed up to his dorm. Utterly confused, she glanced at Harry, whose head was tilted in worried curiosity. Her surprise at his reaction almost muffled her confusion as she delighted in his showing concern, but it was pushed aside as they locked eyes. "I wonder what happened," she wondered aloud before looking at her homework.

"We should find out." Harry's firm conviction surprised Hermione, causing her to look up at him swiftly. She smiled in delight as he smiled slightly at her before nodding in agreement and they both got up and headed upstairs to the sixth years' dorm. They went into the room that Harry and Ron shared with Dean, Seamus, and Neville and stopped as they saw the mess that was in there. Obviously, Ron had gotten his temper out…

Clothes were strewn all over the floor along with several haphazardly dropped books. A smashed ink well was dripping down a wall, while several chocolate frog cards lay scattered before Ron's trunk. But there was no sign of Ron in the room, so they went into the hall and listened. They suddenly heard a roar of rage as well as several smashing sounds coming from the boys' lavatory and raced over there, alarmed.

Ron's cursing greeted them as they went in cautiously, shocked to see several mirrors smashed amidst the steam that floated from one of the showers. Harry placed a gentle hand on Hermione's arm, stopping her from following him in, so she stayed where she was, trembling at the viciousness of her other best friend's words while Harry went over to the shower stall.

Harry leaned his head in, murmuring something and getting an angry reply from Ron that Hermione couldn't hear, but knew it was something to put Harry off. Harry persisted and the sounds of the shower stopping squeaked out before the curtain was pushed aside. Blushing brightly as she eeped in embarrassment, Hermione covered her eyes as a rather naked Ron stepped out, face red with his anger as he gestured wildly, explaining in a rush of whispers to Harry what had happened, not even caring for his state of nakedness.

Continuing his soothing words, Harry calmed Ron down, smiling slightly as he encouraged Ron to breath, rubbing the wet back before reaching for a towel. He wrapped it surreptitiously around Ron's waist, chuckling as Ron mumbled a thanks and flushed in embarrassment. His flush darkened as he saw Hermione peeking up over her fingers, eyes wide with both embarrassment and concern. Tightening the knot unnecessarily on the towel around his slender waist, Ron came over and apologized for his cursing. Smiling up at him, Hermione nodded, then asked what had happened. Ron shook his head and walked past her, muttering something about not wanting to hurt a girl's sensibilities.

Turning questioning eyes to Harry, Hermione cocked an eyebrow expectantly. Harry flashed his very rare smile at her and shrugged, winking as she huffed in annoyance. So much for trying to help Ron! She shook her head though, grinning as they went back downstairs to finish their homework. Ron joined them an hour later, having taken the time to clean up the mess his anger had caused and they sat in companionable silence. It felt like old times and Hermione for once was grateful for Ron's temper tantrum.

As she watched them discuss a Charms' assignment, Hermione smiled fondly. These were her best friends and she would do anything for them. As they would for her. She just hoped it never really came down to that. With a silent chuckle, she returned to her homework, content.

TBC

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