Chapter Fifty One
WARNING; This is not actually my work, it has been written by the wonderful themadedevil who has given her full permission for this to be made into an honarary LHCD chapter. So, with out further ado...
Name: Bathroom Tiles
Author: themadedevil
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 1 618
Warnings: Sexual content. Language.
Summary: Parents. Apparating. Green Silky Bathrobe. Bathroom. Draco.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
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Ron wondered if it would be wrong of him to curl up into a corner and wait for death to take its grip on him. Of course this would mean a halt in the progress and music making for Saints and Sinners. And curling up in a corner to await death would pass by too slowly.
“RONALD WEASLEY!” But then again Saints and Sinners could always get someone else to take his place. Which they might have to do if Ron didn’t do anything quickly. Not really sure what he was doing or where he was planning on going, he did the one thing any sensible wizard in great peril would do to escape the wraths of their parents. He apparated.
Bang!
Ron wasn’t sure if he wanted to open his eyes. The fact that he could hear the sound of a hair dryer was enough to make him wonder where he had apparated to, or as to whom he was now standing in the same room with.
“Well, Weasley.” The familiar drawl from Malfoy reached Ron’s ears and made his eyes open in shock. “Do you have a habit of appearing in other people’s bathroom? Or is it just the fact that you can’t stay away from me that makes me the rather unfortunate one?”
It doesn’t even pass Ron’s mind that he doesn’t want to be there, doesn’t want to see Draco in that azure towel wrapped so loosely around his waist that just the slightest tug could make it fall down and that he doesn’t want to be in Draco Malfoy’s bloody bathroom until it’s too late.
“No, you’re the bloody lucky one, that’s who you are,” Is the only retort that comes from Ron, and admittedly he could have done better. “Now sorry from disturbing you from your beauty treatment, I can think it must take you hours in the morning for you to look as terrible as you usually do, and who would I be to stop you? Now -”
“Now, now, Weasley, you must know the rules of so rudely barging into the flat of Draco Malfoy?”
“Nope, don’t think so. Too bad. No whatever-you-have-up-your-bloody-sleeve on me, thanks. I’ll see myself out as you are clearly busy.”
“No, not at all. Let me lay them out for you. One; no one is to enter the flat without permission, especially not by apparating into the bloody bathroom! Two; any Weasley as dumb or as rude to ignore rule number one is to serve the host of the flat by some acts of…kindness…”
“You mean sexual acts, don’t you?”
“Well, you might be exceptionally stupid, but you do know some things. I’m impressed, Weasley. I thought I’d have to spell it out for you.”
Ron figures he must have two instincts. One that keeps him alive, and one that keeps others alive as well. The second one must have been that which was at the current moment saving Malfoy’s arse from certain injuries, and giving Ron the upper hand at the moment, or well, lower if you wanted to be really specific.
Or just letting Ron get this over and done with so that he could go and find out when the next train out of the country went.
“Not now, Weasley!” Malfoy hissed, though his words were slightly ruined by the groan that escaped him.
Ron frowned, “Why not? And I’ve told you, Malfoy, it’s Ron.”
“Father in the other room, you dimwit.”
The frown easily became more pronounced, “You shower when your father visits? Not that it surprises me, I’d want to spend as little time as possible around him, but I thought that since you’ve bloody grown up with him you should be used to the stench.” Ron paused. “Or maybe it’s you who stinks, you know, all of that aftershave and all…”
“Weasley.” Even though Draco’s voice is threatening, Ron does little to show he heard the warning tone in the voice.
“It’s Ron, it’s not that hard. Say it with me, Ar-oh-en.” Ron removed his hand from Malfoy’s crotch, the towel being so loosely wrapped around, falling down. “How ‘bout this, you hold me to this ‘sexual act’ thing, and let me sneak out,”
“No, I think I’d like to keep you in here until he leaves.”
“I can just apparate out of here!” Ron stated, looking oddly at Draco.
“Then why haven’t you done so already?”
Ron opened and closed his mouth, before seating himself down on the toilet seat moodily. “Well, hurry up then, you git,” he stated, propping his head up on his elbows.
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“Alright, Ronald, he’s gone.” Draco came walking into the bathroom, only to find it empty. “Eh, Ronald?”
Hearing footsteps approaching him from behind, he turned around to find Ron walking around in what Draco was pretty sure was his green silk bathrobe Ron was wearing as he headed towards the kitchen.
“Weasley, what did I say before I left you in the bathroom?” Draco asked, following Ron and couldn’t help but find that Ron did look extremely good in the silk bathrobe, as the back of it was currently sticking to his ass.
“Not to leave it? But seriously, I barely ate today and it was friggin’ hot in the bathroom. So I figured you wouldn’t mind terribly if I made myself comfortable in the meantime,” Ron explained over his shoulder, before Draco reached out and yanked Ron backwards.
“Well, I said bathroom so bathroom it is going to be,” Draco stated, his voice firm and had the suggesting tones that there would be no arguing from Ron on this one. And, surprisingly enough, there wasn’t.
Instead Ron grinned and placed his lips on Draco’s, pushing him back into the bathroom and Draco was surprised to find that Ron was already hard.
“Really, Ronald, that excited?” Draco commented, but it didn’t come out how he wanted it to. Talking with something, or in this case, someone covering your mouth and cupping your crotch is never an easy task.
Ron’s only reply was to press Draco harder against the wall of the bathroom, massaging him through the trousers. After a short while a groan escaped one of the boys, both now rock hard.
Ron removed his hand from Draco’s crotch and started, instead, to make off with the trousers Draco had changed into earlier, undoing the button and unzipping the zipper. Draco could do little more than groan, seemingly too lost in the moment to tell Ron to be a bit more careful or to make a comment.
Ron would make a mental note of that this was one way to get Draco to shut up completely.
The trousers finally coming off, Ron noticed that Draco was not wearing any boxers underneath the black trousers, and all though this should not surprise him, seeing as how Ron had had his hand down Draco’s pants before, it did.
But Ron had no time to let this show.
Draco had found it about time for the bathrobe to be removed, and was pushing it down off Ron’s shoulder, uncovering Ron’s tall, naked body as the robe fell to the floor and joined Draco’s trousers.
“Turn around, Ron,” Draco said, breaking the contact of their lips. Looking into Ron’s eyes, he was surprised that there was some humour hidden in them. “Something funny?”
“Yeah… You’re expecting to be the fucker, not the fuck-ee,” Ron stated, before grabbing Draco by the shoulders and turning him around, pressing him up against the wall. Frowning lightly, Ron pressed his foot slightly against the back of Draco’s knees, making them buckle and Draco to go crashing down the floor.
“You idiot!” Draco hissed, but gathered himself on all four and stuck up his ass for Ron. Ron grinned, figuring that this would be one rare moment in time where Draco did something under a Weasley’s orders.
Taking Draco’s pants, Ron retrieved Draco’s wand and pointed it towards Draco, who had moved himself so that he was bent over the toilet. “Lubecrus.”
”Really, Ronald, do get your ass in gear and just fuck me already!”
“Fine.” Dropping the wand, Ron moved back over to Draco, positioning himself at the entrance before thrusting in. A hiss of pleasure escaped Draco’s lips as Ron filled him up.
“Fucking move. What are you, new to this?” Draco asked, gritting his teeth and grinding himself back against Ron.
“No, just-Fuck, forget it,” Ron replied, having grasped Draco by the hips and was starting to thrust in and out fiercely.
Draco moved one hand to his erect cock and started pumping himself in tact with Ron’s thrusts.
Orgasms were quickly approaching both boys, groans escaping them both as Ron’s thrusts became more fierce, slamming himself deeply inside of Draco, seemingly haven forgotten that he had been a bit more caring about Draco’s well-being through it all, for in the morning Draco’s hips would be both black and blue.
“Bloody hell!” Ron shouted as he came, his voice getting high pitched, spilling his entire load inside Draco’s arse. Draco pumped himself quickly, until his orgasm hit him, making him spill his cum all over the floor and toilet, the only word escaping him was a loud ‘fuck’ and it would most defiantly be heard from the neighbours, if they had not already gone deaf by Ron’s abnormally high pitched voice from before.
“Bloody hell, Ron… If I’d known you could fuck like that, I wouldn’t have let you just jerk me off the other day,” Draco said as Ron pulled himself out of Draco’s tight arse, before Ron laid himself down on the bathroom tiles besides Draco.
Well, maybe Weasley gatherings came in handy sometimes.
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Name: Bathroom Tiles
Author: themadedevil
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 1 618
Warnings: Sexual content. Language.
Summary: Parents. Apparating. Green Silky Bathrobe. Bathroom. Draco.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
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Ron wondered if it would be wrong of him to curl up into a corner and wait for death to take its grip on him. Of course this would mean a halt in the progress and music making for Saints and Sinners. And curling up in a corner to await death would pass by too slowly.
“RONALD WEASLEY!” But then again Saints and Sinners could always get someone else to take his place. Which they might have to do if Ron didn’t do anything quickly. Not really sure what he was doing or where he was planning on going, he did the one thing any sensible wizard in great peril would do to escape the wraths of their parents. He apparated.
Bang!
Ron wasn’t sure if he wanted to open his eyes. The fact that he could hear the sound of a hair dryer was enough to make him wonder where he had apparated to, or as to whom he was now standing in the same room with.
“Well, Weasley.” The familiar drawl from Malfoy reached Ron’s ears and made his eyes open in shock. “Do you have a habit of appearing in other people’s bathroom? Or is it just the fact that you can’t stay away from me that makes me the rather unfortunate one?”
It doesn’t even pass Ron’s mind that he doesn’t want to be there, doesn’t want to see Draco in that azure towel wrapped so loosely around his waist that just the slightest tug could make it fall down and that he doesn’t want to be in Draco Malfoy’s bloody bathroom until it’s too late.
“No, you’re the bloody lucky one, that’s who you are,” Is the only retort that comes from Ron, and admittedly he could have done better. “Now sorry from disturbing you from your beauty treatment, I can think it must take you hours in the morning for you to look as terrible as you usually do, and who would I be to stop you? Now -”
“Now, now, Weasley, you must know the rules of so rudely barging into the flat of Draco Malfoy?”
“Nope, don’t think so. Too bad. No whatever-you-have-up-your-bloody-sleeve on me, thanks. I’ll see myself out as you are clearly busy.”
“No, not at all. Let me lay them out for you. One; no one is to enter the flat without permission, especially not by apparating into the bloody bathroom! Two; any Weasley as dumb or as rude to ignore rule number one is to serve the host of the flat by some acts of…kindness…”
“You mean sexual acts, don’t you?”
“Well, you might be exceptionally stupid, but you do know some things. I’m impressed, Weasley. I thought I’d have to spell it out for you.”
Ron figures he must have two instincts. One that keeps him alive, and one that keeps others alive as well. The second one must have been that which was at the current moment saving Malfoy’s arse from certain injuries, and giving Ron the upper hand at the moment, or well, lower if you wanted to be really specific.
Or just letting Ron get this over and done with so that he could go and find out when the next train out of the country went.
“Not now, Weasley!” Malfoy hissed, though his words were slightly ruined by the groan that escaped him.
Ron frowned, “Why not? And I’ve told you, Malfoy, it’s Ron.”
“Father in the other room, you dimwit.”
The frown easily became more pronounced, “You shower when your father visits? Not that it surprises me, I’d want to spend as little time as possible around him, but I thought that since you’ve bloody grown up with him you should be used to the stench.” Ron paused. “Or maybe it’s you who stinks, you know, all of that aftershave and all…”
“Weasley.” Even though Draco’s voice is threatening, Ron does little to show he heard the warning tone in the voice.
“It’s Ron, it’s not that hard. Say it with me, Ar-oh-en.” Ron removed his hand from Malfoy’s crotch, the towel being so loosely wrapped around, falling down. “How ‘bout this, you hold me to this ‘sexual act’ thing, and let me sneak out,”
“No, I think I’d like to keep you in here until he leaves.”
“I can just apparate out of here!” Ron stated, looking oddly at Draco.
“Then why haven’t you done so already?”
Ron opened and closed his mouth, before seating himself down on the toilet seat moodily. “Well, hurry up then, you git,” he stated, propping his head up on his elbows.
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“Alright, Ronald, he’s gone.” Draco came walking into the bathroom, only to find it empty. “Eh, Ronald?”
Hearing footsteps approaching him from behind, he turned around to find Ron walking around in what Draco was pretty sure was his green silk bathrobe Ron was wearing as he headed towards the kitchen.
“Weasley, what did I say before I left you in the bathroom?” Draco asked, following Ron and couldn’t help but find that Ron did look extremely good in the silk bathrobe, as the back of it was currently sticking to his ass.
“Not to leave it? But seriously, I barely ate today and it was friggin’ hot in the bathroom. So I figured you wouldn’t mind terribly if I made myself comfortable in the meantime,” Ron explained over his shoulder, before Draco reached out and yanked Ron backwards.
“Well, I said bathroom so bathroom it is going to be,” Draco stated, his voice firm and had the suggesting tones that there would be no arguing from Ron on this one. And, surprisingly enough, there wasn’t.
Instead Ron grinned and placed his lips on Draco’s, pushing him back into the bathroom and Draco was surprised to find that Ron was already hard.
“Really, Ronald, that excited?” Draco commented, but it didn’t come out how he wanted it to. Talking with something, or in this case, someone covering your mouth and cupping your crotch is never an easy task.
Ron’s only reply was to press Draco harder against the wall of the bathroom, massaging him through the trousers. After a short while a groan escaped one of the boys, both now rock hard.
Ron removed his hand from Draco’s crotch and started, instead, to make off with the trousers Draco had changed into earlier, undoing the button and unzipping the zipper. Draco could do little more than groan, seemingly too lost in the moment to tell Ron to be a bit more careful or to make a comment.
Ron would make a mental note of that this was one way to get Draco to shut up completely.
The trousers finally coming off, Ron noticed that Draco was not wearing any boxers underneath the black trousers, and all though this should not surprise him, seeing as how Ron had had his hand down Draco’s pants before, it did.
But Ron had no time to let this show.
Draco had found it about time for the bathrobe to be removed, and was pushing it down off Ron’s shoulder, uncovering Ron’s tall, naked body as the robe fell to the floor and joined Draco’s trousers.
“Turn around, Ron,” Draco said, breaking the contact of their lips. Looking into Ron’s eyes, he was surprised that there was some humour hidden in them. “Something funny?”
“Yeah… You’re expecting to be the fucker, not the fuck-ee,” Ron stated, before grabbing Draco by the shoulders and turning him around, pressing him up against the wall. Frowning lightly, Ron pressed his foot slightly against the back of Draco’s knees, making them buckle and Draco to go crashing down the floor.
“You idiot!” Draco hissed, but gathered himself on all four and stuck up his ass for Ron. Ron grinned, figuring that this would be one rare moment in time where Draco did something under a Weasley’s orders.
Taking Draco’s pants, Ron retrieved Draco’s wand and pointed it towards Draco, who had moved himself so that he was bent over the toilet. “Lubecrus.”
”Really, Ronald, do get your ass in gear and just fuck me already!”
“Fine.” Dropping the wand, Ron moved back over to Draco, positioning himself at the entrance before thrusting in. A hiss of pleasure escaped Draco’s lips as Ron filled him up.
“Fucking move. What are you, new to this?” Draco asked, gritting his teeth and grinding himself back against Ron.
“No, just-Fuck, forget it,” Ron replied, having grasped Draco by the hips and was starting to thrust in and out fiercely.
Draco moved one hand to his erect cock and started pumping himself in tact with Ron’s thrusts.
Orgasms were quickly approaching both boys, groans escaping them both as Ron’s thrusts became more fierce, slamming himself deeply inside of Draco, seemingly haven forgotten that he had been a bit more caring about Draco’s well-being through it all, for in the morning Draco’s hips would be both black and blue.
“Bloody hell!” Ron shouted as he came, his voice getting high pitched, spilling his entire load inside Draco’s arse. Draco pumped himself quickly, until his orgasm hit him, making him spill his cum all over the floor and toilet, the only word escaping him was a loud ‘fuck’ and it would most defiantly be heard from the neighbours, if they had not already gone deaf by Ron’s abnormally high pitched voice from before.
“Bloody hell, Ron… If I’d known you could fuck like that, I wouldn’t have let you just jerk me off the other day,” Draco said as Ron pulled himself out of Draco’s tight arse, before Ron laid himself down on the bathroom tiles besides Draco.
Well, maybe Weasley gatherings came in handy sometimes.
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