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Title; The Masseuse (1/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 1,376
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 1
by; Mack
Ron looked up at the sound of someone knocking on his door. He leant back motioning Harry to come in. He rubbed the back of his neck and groaned and rolled his head, feeling his neck crack when it did it.
“Sore?” Harry asked sitting down.
“Yeah, all this fucking paperwork is making me a hunchback,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
“Did you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“Moody booked us a masseuse. He thought we could use the ‘stress relief’ and so we are required to get a fucking massage today,” Harry said with a grimace as he shuddered.
“That’s not a bad thing,” Ron said slowly, confused.
Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust. “I know. I just don’t like people touching me like that, it’s weird having them rub all over me.”
“Ah, the reason you are dating Severus Snape has made itself known.”
Harry glared at him for a moment before smirking. “I don’t mind him touching me, in fact I encourage it, often and as much as possible. I don’t like strangers touching me. Too many moments spent in the fucking hospital with people poking and prodding at me.”
“You know Moody has some serious fucking trust issues. I really think his name suits him, don’t you? But anyway, it’ll probably be someone we know,” Ron said shrugging.
“Who do we know that is a masseuse?”
“Dunno, probably a Hufflepuff, they’re touchy feely.”
“Maybe its Hannah, she grew up well,” Harry said waggling his eyebrows.
“Mate you got the wrong Auror, go talk to Seamus or someone.”
“Yeah, you need pale and male.”
“And blonde, don’t forget that, and shorter than me, slender, dresses nicely, nice skin, hair and eyes, and is a total bottom,” Ron said. “And no hero worshiping, fuck, I swear, all I did was befriend you, stick by you and suddenly I’m like royalty.”
“As well as a sexual deviant who doesn’t mind your perverted fantasies.”
“They are not perverted!”
“Whatever. Find that man and you’ll be happy. And besides, I seem to remember a time when you got mad because of all the attention I got,” Harry teased.
“Oh fuck off. I was young, and stupid and short, forgive me oh great savoir of the world.”
“Hey, what about Smith? Zach Smith? He fits the criteria.”
“Yeah, except he makes Percy look gay. He’s fucking straighter than a ruler, and he’s dating Gabrielle Delacour.”
“Isn’t she seven years younger than us? I thought she was a fucking first year during the Tournament?” Harry asked confused.
“Yeah, she just turned 18, Fleur almost fucking killed him until he promised he wouldn’t do anything to her unless she asked him,” Ron said rolling his eyes. “They had sex on the first date.”
Harry snorted. “She is half Veela.”
“Tell me about it,” Ron said rolling his eyes. “The twins won’t stop fucking fawning over her, even though she’s married to Bill.”
“Sounds like a fun time,” Harry said sarcastically.
“Yeah,” Ron said rubbing his eyes. “So when do we do this massage thing?”
“I signed us up for last, so we know to run for it if it’s bad. And, Moody said that fucking stressing over work would defeat the purpose, so no one is supposed to work until after the massage, so we have all day free.”
“I like the way you think, however, I need to get caught up on this fucking paperwork, might as well get it done today, and then get the stress worked out,” Ron said with a world weary sigh.
“Sounds good, Sev has from eleven to two off, so I’m going to visit him, I’ll holler when its our turn ok?”
Ron nodded. “Make sure to use protection while you fuck,” he said with a grin watching as Harry glared at him and Flooed out.
He looked down at this paperwork with a sigh and took the next form and began to read.
--
Ron sat back a few hours with a sigh, wincing as his stiff neck protested all movement. He stared at the half done pile of paperwork and groaned, letting his head tip forward to hit the table with a sigh.
“Fucking hell, life sucks,” he muttered banging his head.
“So does a fucking vacuum, you don’t hear them complain,” Harry said stepping through the fire.
Ron glared at him. “That was the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard.”
“Sev said the same thing. You ready for this wonderful masseuse? All I’ve heard is ‘OMG I feel so much better’ or if you’re a girl ‘Oh my god, he’s so fucking gorgeous.’”
“Brilliant, so he’s probably tall and Italian or something, and straight, just my luck. Although I think if you’re going to make a living rubbing naked men and women you’re at least Bi,” Ron said moving to stand up.
He grabbed the pile of finished paperwork and filed it quickly before turning back to a waiting Harry. “Ready.”
“You work to fucking much, lets go,” Harry said grabbing a hold of Ron’s arm and dragging him.
“Are you two finally dating?” Boot asked as they passed.
Ron smirked. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Can’t, I’m tired from fucking your sister,” Boot replied.
Ron scowled and rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell my brothers that,” he said with a smile watching as Boot paled. It was a well known fact that the youngest Weasley was also the most heavily guarded Weasley.
Harry gave a long pointed sigh and Ron nodded to Boot and followed Harry to a small room that had been sectioned off. They sat down waiting silently for the next person to leave.
“Do we know who it is yet?” Ron asked.
Harry shook his head. “No, but he’s supposed to be good.”
Ron nodded about to ask something else when Seamus came out a dazed, yet relaxed smile on his face. “He’s good,” Seamus said nodding his head in the direction of the door, as a voice called out for next.
“Go for it,” Ron said nudging Harry and settling in for a wait.
Harry hesitated for a moment before nodding and walking into the room. Ron grabbed a magazine off the table in front of him and looked at the cover. He grimaced at the title, WUK Weekly, Wizarding United Kingdom Weekly, the trashiest magazine with all the latest news about famous celebrities and their lives. It was a piece of shit, and Ron loved it.
Smirking he opened the magazine intent on reading about the latest news when suddenly he heard a groan. His head shot up and he winced as the muscles in his neck protested. Ignoring it, he looked around and heard another groan, this time louder, more grateful and his gaze snapped to the room in front of him, wondering if it was Harry.
As if Harry had read his mind, Ron heard his best friend moan once more and Ron smirked looking down at his magazine, trying to read through the repeated groans and moans that came from the room. Eventually they muted out to small whimpers, altering between pleasure and pain and Ron was finally able to read the magazine on the latest surgery that Abigail Sinclair had gotten on her nose and lips.
He looked up when he heard the door open and he smirked. “Need a cigarette? Maybe a pack, how about a cigar?”
Harry blushed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m a screamer.”
“No! Really? Never would have fucking guessed that,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
Harry scowled. “You’re turn, its fucking nice mate.”
Ron rolled his eyes moving to stand up. “Do we know him?” he asked as he put the magazine down.
“Yeah,” Harry said.
“And?” Ron prodded.
“And you’re going to hell,” Harry said with a smile before moving away with a bounce in his step.
Ron blinked trying to make sense of what Harry had just said as he heard the voice yell. Groaning he rubbed the back of his neck again and walked into the room eyes of the floor as his fingers pressed into the sore spots.
Tilting his head back as he heard the door close behind him he opened one eyes and blinked in surprise. Opening his other eye he sighed. “I’m not going to hell, I’m in hell, fuck,” he muttered rubbed his face.
“Weasley.”
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Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 1,376
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 1
by; Mack
Ron looked up at the sound of someone knocking on his door. He leant back motioning Harry to come in. He rubbed the back of his neck and groaned and rolled his head, feeling his neck crack when it did it.
“Sore?” Harry asked sitting down.
“Yeah, all this fucking paperwork is making me a hunchback,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
“Did you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“Moody booked us a masseuse. He thought we could use the ‘stress relief’ and so we are required to get a fucking massage today,” Harry said with a grimace as he shuddered.
“That’s not a bad thing,” Ron said slowly, confused.
Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust. “I know. I just don’t like people touching me like that, it’s weird having them rub all over me.”
“Ah, the reason you are dating Severus Snape has made itself known.”
Harry glared at him for a moment before smirking. “I don’t mind him touching me, in fact I encourage it, often and as much as possible. I don’t like strangers touching me. Too many moments spent in the fucking hospital with people poking and prodding at me.”
“You know Moody has some serious fucking trust issues. I really think his name suits him, don’t you? But anyway, it’ll probably be someone we know,” Ron said shrugging.
“Who do we know that is a masseuse?”
“Dunno, probably a Hufflepuff, they’re touchy feely.”
“Maybe its Hannah, she grew up well,” Harry said waggling his eyebrows.
“Mate you got the wrong Auror, go talk to Seamus or someone.”
“Yeah, you need pale and male.”
“And blonde, don’t forget that, and shorter than me, slender, dresses nicely, nice skin, hair and eyes, and is a total bottom,” Ron said. “And no hero worshiping, fuck, I swear, all I did was befriend you, stick by you and suddenly I’m like royalty.”
“As well as a sexual deviant who doesn’t mind your perverted fantasies.”
“They are not perverted!”
“Whatever. Find that man and you’ll be happy. And besides, I seem to remember a time when you got mad because of all the attention I got,” Harry teased.
“Oh fuck off. I was young, and stupid and short, forgive me oh great savoir of the world.”
“Hey, what about Smith? Zach Smith? He fits the criteria.”
“Yeah, except he makes Percy look gay. He’s fucking straighter than a ruler, and he’s dating Gabrielle Delacour.”
“Isn’t she seven years younger than us? I thought she was a fucking first year during the Tournament?” Harry asked confused.
“Yeah, she just turned 18, Fleur almost fucking killed him until he promised he wouldn’t do anything to her unless she asked him,” Ron said rolling his eyes. “They had sex on the first date.”
Harry snorted. “She is half Veela.”
“Tell me about it,” Ron said rolling his eyes. “The twins won’t stop fucking fawning over her, even though she’s married to Bill.”
“Sounds like a fun time,” Harry said sarcastically.
“Yeah,” Ron said rubbing his eyes. “So when do we do this massage thing?”
“I signed us up for last, so we know to run for it if it’s bad. And, Moody said that fucking stressing over work would defeat the purpose, so no one is supposed to work until after the massage, so we have all day free.”
“I like the way you think, however, I need to get caught up on this fucking paperwork, might as well get it done today, and then get the stress worked out,” Ron said with a world weary sigh.
“Sounds good, Sev has from eleven to two off, so I’m going to visit him, I’ll holler when its our turn ok?”
Ron nodded. “Make sure to use protection while you fuck,” he said with a grin watching as Harry glared at him and Flooed out.
He looked down at this paperwork with a sigh and took the next form and began to read.
--
Ron sat back a few hours with a sigh, wincing as his stiff neck protested all movement. He stared at the half done pile of paperwork and groaned, letting his head tip forward to hit the table with a sigh.
“Fucking hell, life sucks,” he muttered banging his head.
“So does a fucking vacuum, you don’t hear them complain,” Harry said stepping through the fire.
Ron glared at him. “That was the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard.”
“Sev said the same thing. You ready for this wonderful masseuse? All I’ve heard is ‘OMG I feel so much better’ or if you’re a girl ‘Oh my god, he’s so fucking gorgeous.’”
“Brilliant, so he’s probably tall and Italian or something, and straight, just my luck. Although I think if you’re going to make a living rubbing naked men and women you’re at least Bi,” Ron said moving to stand up.
He grabbed the pile of finished paperwork and filed it quickly before turning back to a waiting Harry. “Ready.”
“You work to fucking much, lets go,” Harry said grabbing a hold of Ron’s arm and dragging him.
“Are you two finally dating?” Boot asked as they passed.
Ron smirked. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Can’t, I’m tired from fucking your sister,” Boot replied.
Ron scowled and rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell my brothers that,” he said with a smile watching as Boot paled. It was a well known fact that the youngest Weasley was also the most heavily guarded Weasley.
Harry gave a long pointed sigh and Ron nodded to Boot and followed Harry to a small room that had been sectioned off. They sat down waiting silently for the next person to leave.
“Do we know who it is yet?” Ron asked.
Harry shook his head. “No, but he’s supposed to be good.”
Ron nodded about to ask something else when Seamus came out a dazed, yet relaxed smile on his face. “He’s good,” Seamus said nodding his head in the direction of the door, as a voice called out for next.
“Go for it,” Ron said nudging Harry and settling in for a wait.
Harry hesitated for a moment before nodding and walking into the room. Ron grabbed a magazine off the table in front of him and looked at the cover. He grimaced at the title, WUK Weekly, Wizarding United Kingdom Weekly, the trashiest magazine with all the latest news about famous celebrities and their lives. It was a piece of shit, and Ron loved it.
Smirking he opened the magazine intent on reading about the latest news when suddenly he heard a groan. His head shot up and he winced as the muscles in his neck protested. Ignoring it, he looked around and heard another groan, this time louder, more grateful and his gaze snapped to the room in front of him, wondering if it was Harry.
As if Harry had read his mind, Ron heard his best friend moan once more and Ron smirked looking down at his magazine, trying to read through the repeated groans and moans that came from the room. Eventually they muted out to small whimpers, altering between pleasure and pain and Ron was finally able to read the magazine on the latest surgery that Abigail Sinclair had gotten on her nose and lips.
He looked up when he heard the door open and he smirked. “Need a cigarette? Maybe a pack, how about a cigar?”
Harry blushed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m a screamer.”
“No! Really? Never would have fucking guessed that,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
Harry scowled. “You’re turn, its fucking nice mate.”
Ron rolled his eyes moving to stand up. “Do we know him?” he asked as he put the magazine down.
“Yeah,” Harry said.
“And?” Ron prodded.
“And you’re going to hell,” Harry said with a smile before moving away with a bounce in his step.
Ron blinked trying to make sense of what Harry had just said as he heard the voice yell. Groaning he rubbed the back of his neck again and walked into the room eyes of the floor as his fingers pressed into the sore spots.
Tilting his head back as he heard the door close behind him he opened one eyes and blinked in surprise. Opening his other eye he sighed. “I’m not going to hell, I’m in hell, fuck,” he muttered rubbed his face.
“Weasley.”
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