Title: Under the Mask pt. 4/?

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: NC-17

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

Beta: MA

A/N: Since it is now NaNoWriMo time, I thought I’d treat everyone with something to whet their appetites until the end of November! So, you get lemon!

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

“This work is for house elves.”

The snide comment brought a sneer to Ron’s face as he scrubbed at the kitchen floor. Malfoy had been whining since they had been put to work for their detention, so it hadn’t taken long for the Gryffindor to grow deaf to the grumbles. He glanced over to where Draco was scrubbing half heartedly at a corner and smirked. “Can’t handle a bit of work, ferret face?” he asked nastily, snorting with laughter as Draco shot him a dirty look.

Scornfully, Draco dropped his brush. “I’m sure you’re used to sloughing it in the gutter, Weasel. But then, your family wouldn’t know anything about being clean,” he retorted, leering nastily as Ron glared at him while throwing his own brush down.

Ron growled lowly before taking a deep breath, grabbing his brush and turning away to resume his scrubbing. “Bugger off, Malfoy.”

Cocking an eyebrow as he grinned widely, Malfoy crawled over and mounted Ron, causing the redhead to cry out in surprise as he jerked. Purring, Draco nuzzled Ron’s pinking ear, flicking his tongue lightly against the shell before whispering, “Only if you join me.” He chuckled lowly as a shudder ran through the lanky yet Quidditch-toned body he held captive before he slowly moved his hand up Ron’s arm and down the Gryffindor’s chest. He began to rock slowly, causing them both to groan involuntarily as the blond’s rising cock rubbed against Ron’s cleft through his pants.

Ron closed his eyes tightly as Malfoy ran his hand farther down and massaged his crotch, chuckling lowly at what he found. His rage flared up as Draco continued touching him, violating him, and causing unwanted feelings. He wasn’t anyone’s toy! With a snarl of fury, he shook Draco off of him, sending the pale haired youth sliding across the floor before Malfoy could react. Ron glared over at the Slytherin. “What in bloody hell is your problem?! Why the hell do you keep doing that?!” he shouted, trembling with his rage as well as pent-up arousal.

Sitting up as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, Draco smirked. “Don’t you get it yet? You want it as much as me. You seek it out, just as I do,” he replied quietly, smirking.

“Whatever! I’m not like you, you queer! I don’t do blokes! And I wouldn’t do a Slytherin even if they paid me!” Ron snarled back, face reddening as he leapt forward, tackling Draco. They fought and wrestled before Ron hit Draco hard, making him curl up. “You ever touch me again and I’ll show you what a wand can do shoved up your arse!” he spat out before returning to his detention work.

Wincing as he clutched his side, Draco smirked wickedly as he sat up, watching Ron. ‘Oh you think this is the end, Weasley? Believe me…you’ll show me a wand, but not the kind you are thinking of,’ he thought in anticipation before also returning to his work. He had a plot to concoct.

*~~**~~*

Ron rubbed his head before slipping off his robes and sighing. After detention, he’d gone to dinner, glaring at Draco briefly before sitting next to his best friends. Hermione had asked him in worry how his detention had gone, then had started into a tirade on how stupid it had been in the first place for him to get into a fight with Draco. Ron had tuned her out after the first minute and had focused on eating. Harry had given him a sympathetic look, but had stayed quiet as Hermione on a tirade was about as impossible to stop as Hermione in study mode.

So now, Ron just needed a relaxing bath. He thanked all the powers of magic that he was a prefect, because he got to use the prefect’s bathing room. He pulled off his shirt and rolled his head, cracking his neck as he sighed again. It had been such a long day…

He froze though as soft pale hands came around and ran down his chest, lightly caressing his nipples before moving down. He shivered and held his breath as another chest pressed against him from behind. A flat chest. His eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder into stormy gray eyes that were dark with desire. “M-Malfoy?” he whispered softly, his voice cracking with pleasure and surprise.

“I saw you come in here…I just wanted to see if what I felt under your clothes was as delicious as my imagination fed me,” Draco whispered before running his tongue along Ron’s neck, smiling as Ron’s eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back.

“Why are…you doing this?” Ron whispered, gasping lightly as Draco nipped at his shoulder.

“I told you before…because I want to. Haven’t you wondered why I’ve been coming after you so much recently?” Draco murmured as he wrapped his arms possessively around Ron’s torso, holding him close.

“Just to…piss me off?” Ron managed as he trembled at the heat pressed against him and shivered as Draco’s hand went down and unzipped his pants, pushing them off before cupping him through his briefs.

Laughing lowly, Draco nuzzled Ron’s shoulder as he stroked the red head slowly. “As much as I’d like to admit how much fun it is to pick on you, no…that’s not it,” he said softly. “The reason why I do it…is because you have no idea how incredible you look when angered and free. And I want that directed at me.”

"I'm not like you…" Ron's faintly gasped protest widened Draco's smile as his fingers tightened around the bulge in Ron's briefs. He gently kneaded the pulsing lump, eyes hooding as he watched Ron bite his lip on a moan, the Gryffindor's hips involuntarily pushing into the touches.

"No, you aren't. You're Ron Weasley. I'm Draco Malfoy. Always different, yet somewhat the same," Malfoy whispered huskily. He released Ron and, before a whimper could escape the bitten lips, turned him around to hold him close. Ron stared at him with hazy eyes and Draco felt heat shoot through him, urging him to take those lips in a sweet yet passion-filled kiss.

Moaning into the kiss, Ron pulled Draco close, body singing from the contact of bare skin on skin. Their lips played over each other, no longer rough and angry as they explored. Draco ran his hands up and down Ron's shoulders before rewrapping them around the strong back. Ron shuddered and tightened his own hold on Malfoy as their kiss ended and they rested their foreheads together, panting raggedly.

"I thought you hated me." Ron's soft question rode on his erratic breathes as Draco brushed his fingers along the freckled back they touched.

A small smile came to Draco's lips as he watched Ron's lips, which twitched slightly in response to the blond's smile. "Not hated. More like wanting your full attention," he replied lazily after a bit. He looked up at Ron as the red head snickered and leaned back, cocking an eyebrow. "What?"

"You're jealous." The soft declaration caused Draco's other eyebrow to rise up in surprise, earning a husky laugh that shot desire through him as Ron grinned at him. "Admit it! You're jealous of my friends!"

Huffing, Draco shrugged as he glanced away. "Are not. I just figure that having someone who isn't like you is more fun than being with someone who is." He grinned as Ron flushed and pulled him closer, watching Ron's Adam's apple bob nervously as Ron swallowed. "Don't you think so?" Draco purred as he smirked.

"I-I…" Ron trailed off, confused as he stared at Draco. What *did* he feel? He had, for so long, thought he despised Draco Malfoy. But now that he looked back, he remembered the thrill of his arguments with the blond, how he'd felt this year especially that Draco was something he could anticipate and rely on.

Shaking his head at Ron's silence, Draco released the redhead and stepped back. He grinned as Ron watched him intently as his pants and briefs pooled to the ground and he stepped free, bare to the intense gaze and enjoying it. He sauntered up to Ron and slowly fingered Ron's briefs, running his finger along the waist band. "Like what you see?" he murmured as he caressed the briefs off of Ron slowly, smirking as Ron both flushed and moaned while watching Draco toss aside the offensive article of clothing. He pressed close, slowly rocking his hips to rub against the Gryffindor and relishing in the shudder and gasp that came from Ron. "I like what I see," he purred out before licking at Ron's ear.

Ron moaned again as he wrapped his arms lightly around Draco's waist as they pressed together tightly, moving slowly against each other. He turned his head and pressed his lips to Draco's neck, shivering as Draco moaned and let his head fall back as he suckled lightly at the pale skin. His hands moved slowly over the blond's back, going downward until they came to the swell of Malfoy's ass, which he brushed over before grabbing and kneading deliciously. Malfoy's shudder of pleasure and whimper for more encouraged him and he lifted his head to kiss Draco once more, this time their tongues tangling into the kiss and making everything all that much hotter.

Pulling back slowly, Draco licked his lips as he smiled before stepping over and heading for the steaming bath. "Coming?" he purred over his shoulder, gray eyes sparkling with teasing as well as invitation.

"Not yet, but soon," Ron promised with a smirk, chuckling as Draco's own smile widened while he stepped into the hot waters. He came over to the edge and watched the blond as he sat down on a ledge and relaxed his head back, watching Ron as he ran a hand down to his stiff cock. Ron's eyes half closed as he sat on the edge, watching Draco stroke himself slowly while running his other hand to between his legs. His breath hitched and his cock jerked as he watched a slender finger press into Draco. Now he knew what he wanted most.

Slowly, carefully, Ron got into the bath and floated over to Draco, all the while watching as Draco masturbated and fucked himself with his finger. He came up between Draco's legs and kissed those moaning lips as he pressed close, trapping the pale hands where they were with his body. Draco arched closer in need as he whimpered, pressing his body against Ron's as Ron ran his hands up and down his sides to end on the pale hips. Their kiss broke as Ron pulled Draco close, nestling their cocks close as Draco wrapped his arm around Ron's shoulder while his legs wrapped themselves around Ron's waist, pulling them even closer. Ron reached between Draco's thighs and pushed in the finger that Draco had been using, causing the blond to arch and moan in want before pulling it out.

Reaching over for one of the spigots of bath oil, Draco slicked his fingers before putting them underwater and wrapping them around Ron's leaking cock. "Can't have you doing me too unprepared," he whispered huskily, panting erratically as he watched Ron thrust into his fist slowly.

"Gotcha…you'll have to show me more later…" Ron grunted out before stopping Draco's hand. "Gonna come if you keep doing that…"

"Something I am looking forward to seeing again and again…" Draco purred breathily as he brought Ron's cock to his entrance. "Slowly…"

"Ya think?" Ron countered, grinning as Draco grinned, then began to slowly push into Draco, closing his eyes tightly as he was gradually surrounded by very tight heat.

Head falling back in pleasure, Draco moaned loudly as he clung to Ron. "Merlin! Now I know why there are so many Weasleys! You are huge!" he gasped out, shuddering as Ron's laugh traveled up his spine and shook him with pleasure. "Slowly...Merlin this is good…"

"Don't tell me how to fuck, Draco…" Ron grunted out as he slid in, almost all the way in.

"Let me guess…private lessons with Potter, right?" Draco retorted sarcastically, and then all but screamed as Ron slammed in the rest of the way, eyes flashing with anger.

"Don't *ever* say shit like that again, Malfoy!" Ron spat out as his chest heaved, barely containing his control as Draco shuddered in pain and desire.

Looking up at Ron, Draco studied him silently as they both regained control. Slowly, he leaned up, wrapping his arms around Ron's shoulders as he pressed them close. "No one but you and me, Ron. It's just you and me…only ever us. I'm all yours…" he whispered softly into the Gryffindor's ear, smiling as Ron went taut within his hold.

Blinking back sudden tears, Ron buried his face in Malfoy's neck and began slowly rocking. He moaned with Draco as the pleasure built between them while their bodies rocked as one together, slowly building into a frenzied movement of pleasure. Draco's head fell back and they kissed heatedly, tongues tangling in a move that matched their lower halves as they thrust against each other frantically. Ron shifted them up so he was kneeling and Draco began riding him, crying out in pleasure as Ron bit his neck with a soft growl. They stiffened at the same moment, arching sharply as, with one last thrust, they climaxed.

Shuddering, they leaned into each other and the pool's edge, panting erratically as they clung to the other in ecstasy, the pale liquid of Draco's release floating between them before being cleaned away. They relaxed slowly, shuddering here and there with their final orgasmic spasms before collapsing into each other. Ron carefully slipped from Draco, fingering the abused hole gently as Draco winced a bit, and then smiled as Draco kissed his shoulder in gratitude. He moved to the side and laid his head back lazily, relaxing completely in post coital bliss while Draco cuddled close, smiling as he ran a finger in the water and along Ron's arm. Their fingers laced unconsciously as their eyes closed, both being lulled into a half sleep by the heat and their sex.

After a while though, Draco leaned up and pressed his lips to Ron's lingeringly. "I should go. They'll start to suspect," he murmured, smiling as Ron pouted.

"So…what does this make us?" Ron asked quietly as Draco laid his head on Ron's shoulder, Ron's arm moving to pull Draco close as they relaxed again.

"Mmm…don't know. Let's play it by ear," Draco replied before chuckling softly as Ron huffed. He looked up at Ron and smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement and warmth, surprising the red head. "But let's keep it quiet, all right? I think we can agree that it would be trouble for everyone if we were found out too early."

"Voldem-mort," Ron agreed quietly, surprising Draco with how fairly easy it was for him to say the name. He smirked, winking. "Harry has been encouraging us to fight that fear of him," he admitted, smiling as Draco snorted.

"Well at least there's that…" Draco muttered before sighing. He brushed his lips over Ron's again, moaning as they were pressed together into a heated kiss.

"I don't want to let go. Things are finally starting to make sense," Ron whispered as he held Draco close.

"Then let's just keep making sure that they do," Draco declared quietly, yet firmly as he smiled before leaning up and standing. He stepped out of the tub and toweled off, aware of Ron's eyes watching his every move. He turned as he put on his shirt, smiling. "Keep an eye out for another rendezvous," he purred out, licking his lips as Ron's eyes narrowed in lust.

"Count on it," Ron growled out, watching as Draco dressed and left the room with a backwards wave. He sank back into the water and smirked. Things had certainly taken a turn…

TBC

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