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Title: A preference for vague statements
author: Alraune
Disclaimer: On This story is mine and I deserve no money hereby. All people and places from the HP universe belong JK Rowling.
Warning: Slash. Lemon. And a little crack.
Beta: Ria ° ° umknuddel
Dedication: For Mekar! My love, I wish you all the best for your birthday and hope you have a great day, the story even further improved this! = D
Summary: Ron, plagued by the injustices of life will really only his rest, sit in a small pub with a few beers and bathe in self-pity. His leisurely evening is disturbed by someone whose presence alone is enough to lay bare his nerves.
A / N: Once again a Dialogue-fic (for Ron In my opinion, is very well ^ ^) but also physical activity is not too short. Have fun. = D
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In the pub, in the Ron regularly twisted in a fit of escapism desires, it was a small, somewhat shabby Muggelbar in which one could be absolutely sure that no magician would get lost there. Namely, they were so deep in Muggle London, as is no ordinary magician would venture into it, and was so inconspicuous that one could run past forty years of his life every morning and every evening at her, without notice their existence.
It was Frank delivered, who was now a regular customer and a friend of Ron's, the pub but had found only when he was hit by a car and hurled through the door of the bar. The discovery stories of the other sounded just as crazy: Anthony was hit by a falling flower pot from one of the flats above the pub, Zack had stumbled in the rapture and fell through the door, Cliff had discovered her when he simply on the run from a murderous psychopath blindly eingerannt any door had and so on.
Ron was amused by the stories and now and again he spoke to the others, but mostly he just sat in a corner, needed for the whole evening three pint of beer and bathed in a little self-pity that his life was not so, as he had once dreamed of utopian.
was that night, as always, Ron was sitting in his regular seat, watching Aaron, the bartender, as bottled drinks, glasses cleaned and during breaks, when all were supplied with alcoholic and wiped with a greasy rag the counter. It was very convenient, the slight smell of smoke, which was not the smoking ban the Muggle can drive out (although doubted Ron, that an inspector, the bar would find at all), the soft murmur of the other and the barely audible droning on the radio were a carpet on which to spread out and could set up domestically.
satisfaction Ron sipped his beer. It was so good he not gone since ... well, since yesterday evening, to be exact, and he enjoyed it, just sit here and do nothing.
The door opened, a surge of cold air blew and Ron looked up, because the occurrence of a score was always very exciting. Often betting he concluded with himself from which he almost always won, who would come next. This is a man he knew not, however, he had turned down the room once the back and hung on his brown coat.
After a few seconds he turned around, blew warm in his hands and looked around. Ron's face derailed when he recognized him. The beer mug slipped from his fingers and returned with a dull "Thud" on the table.
For Merlin and everything else that was sacred to the wizards!
Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
Ron could not believe it. Malfoy. What the hell Malfoy doing here? What was he doing here? Precisely here? Where the pub but no one was, not knowing that she was there? And why was he not in some other untraceable pub - why he had to be there, where was Ron?
Malfoy had apparently discovered him as well, as he headed for it. He had changed ... his hair at the temples had a little bit cleared, but he had grown, they can and carried it now in a small ponytail, which looked pretty stupid, his features had grown sharper and harder, his clothes, consisting of a gray turtleneck sweater and black trousers, but was exquisite and was perfect, worked here but rather out of place.
"Weasley," he said and raised an eyebrow.
"Malfoy," Ron replied eloquently.
"I did not expect to meet you here," said Malfoy and Ron looked at with a critical eye from his gray eyes.
"Nor I," was Ron the sophisticated, verbal battle continued.
"Does it make you mind if I sit with you?"
"A lot, yes."
"Wonderful." Malfoy let himself down opposite him and crossed his legs, what time again did not want to fit here. Men who went in this pub, beat his legs do not have today.
"What Woll'n Se?" Asked Aaron from behind the counter. "'N Beer?"
"Yes, please," said Malfoy.
"Come."
"Well," said Malfoy in a few seconds of silence. "What are you doing here?"
"That's none of your bloody business!" Snapped Ron, who is in his evening comfort disrupted entirely felt.
"Oh, I would tell you, in exchange, whatever I'm doing here."
"I'm not interested in the slightest."
Aaron brought the beer and Malfoy took a sip. "Hm bad. When the last time I was here it was better."
"You've been here before?" Ron could not resist to ask.
"You see, it interests you anyway," said Malfoy with a grin. "Yes, I have been here before, but that's ... that's ages ago. I was for years no longer here ... I usually do not set foot in this part of London."
"And as you are then this pub pushed? "Ron asked, and raised with a touch of interest to an eyebrow.
" Pure coincidence, "said Malfoy, lowering his voice a little." It was during the war ... shortly after Severus' and my escape. He advised me to get drunk once more correctly, as long as I still had the chance ... I'm after Muggle London purely in a pub after another - I do not remember really - but I was pretty drunk when I here purely stumbled. . But this is the only pub which is remained in my memory "
" So, "Ron said shortly That was actually the last thing he wanted. To be too reminiscent of his past.
"Despite the bad beer," Malfoy said with the hint of a smile. "But maybe I was also just too drunk to assess the taste."
"Probably," Ron said, scowling and wished that Malfoy would disappear. Puff, and away.
"And how did you come here?" Malfoy asked curiously.
"You will not believe it, but I was pretty drunk ... and I've been looking for a toilet. I just opened every door that was open ... so I discovered the pub here."
Malfoy chuckled. "... What a glorious history."
Ron snorted, and wish he had said nothing. No, rather he wanted to be not here ... where ever he might be now - wherever Malfoy was not.
"Why have you drunk?" Bugged on Malfoy.
"Because in my life something went wrong ... that is really up to anything."
"And I'm assuming this went wrong made you to sit around here feeling sorry for yourself and to scare innocent Bars visitors?"
"If I could do it but only to scare you," grumbled Ron. "You are really a plague, Malfoy."
"Oh, thank you for Compliments I am always open, "Malfoy said with the hint of a smile." But let me guess, what drove you here ... a woman? "
" Go up to anything. "
" Granger? "
" Stop the door. "
" Did you with their know-it type so annoyed? "
'Malfoy, be quiet and stop talking about things of which you know nothing!" continued Ron him.
" So I'm right, "Malfoy said smugly and leaned back with arms folded in his chair.
Ron rolled his eyes." Yes, you have, and now hold the edge, you Tratschweib curious. "
"How long are you going already here?" Malfoy wanted to know something incoherent.
"I do not know ... three years or so, maybe."
"And all this only because Granger has left you?", Hooked by Malfoy, frowning. "That's why you go for three years, every night here - well, I guess at least once that you do that - and stools around here alone and get drunk How pathetic?."
"And how pathetic is it that you have nothing better to do when you skip over the privacy of your old school enemy?" Ron countered.
"Oho, quick-witted, Weasley."
"Was that a compliment?" Asked Ron, frowning.
"Maybe," said Malfoy grinned. "But tell something about you, Weasley. I want to know what you did to Hogwarts so."
"Well ... first I've got a training made the Auror, now working in law enforcement in the Ministry of Magic and help every now and then my brother George in the shop," said Ron vaguely.
"What else? What about the family?"
"I've already told you, that's up to a wet mess, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to tell you before, but you did not hear it," said Malfoy with an arrogant shrug of his mouth.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Malfoy, you just my nerves. You have not changed at all since our school days. You're still the biggest pain in the neck that has ever set their foot to the UK!"
"Oh, thank you for the compliment," replied Malfoy amused. "And I see you're still every bit as irritable as before. And you're making me really easy to figure out your weak points."
"Thank you, that I wanted to hear," said Ron acidified. "Why do not you Get lost easily?"
"Because I have a desire to annoy a bit further," said Malfoy.
"crazy," muttered Ron. "The spoil my whole evening planned. "
" Evening planning? ", hooked to Malfoy with a hint of irony." You mean you have planned, how many hours you sit around here and how many beers you souse into yourself? How very ... interesting. "
" Not only for my evening plan was also quite a different, more important factor. Silent "
" He would there? "
and annoyed not by former classmates to be" Ron said, hoping that Malfoy would go last.
"I just want to talk a little bit," said Malfoy with an innocent smile. "A little chat with old friends and then I'm gone."
"If so, could you please speak twice as fast as normal? Would be very helpful."
Malfoy chuckled. "The less resistance you opposes me, Weasley, the sooner you're rid of me."
"Well," Ron sighed inwardly and gave a little pride and stubbornness. But only a little. "What have you done here after school?"
"At first I was busy trying to restore the good name of the Malfoys -"
"As you hanging around up on any of these parties, drunk up and had a thousand affairs, how could the next morning to read in great detail in the Daily Prophet?" asked Ron with raised eyebrows. "We have even heard that you've driven around to various Muggle gay parties."
Malfoy grinned and showed his snow-white, sharp teeth. "Maybe."
"Well, you sure it was not boring," Ron said dryly.
"It was just the beginning," Malfoy said cheerfully. "After four years of Astoria had - Daphne Greengrass' sister, if you remember, they remember -. I finally arrived that we got married"
"Yeah, I know," said Ron. "The Magic Baker in Diagon Alley had for weeks old stuff from your party special offer. The eclairs were really delicious."
"Oh, thanks," said Malfoy, smiling a little surprised. "But it's a shame that you could not taste the wedding cake that was really a gem. I bet you've eaten something before."
"Frankly, I also put no increased importance of eating a cake that has more sugar than an entire sugar beet field, and from among them when they are brought up by a young, naked woman - in reference to Muggle stereotypes - emerges and those who want it, smear the beard with cream. Was very homophobic way, the girl, they do not even want Dirka Camburgh, the lesbian gossip reporter of the daily reporter, cream around the mouth schmieren."
"Ja, vielleicht war sie nicht ganz die Richtige", sinnierte Malfoy. "Falls ich jemals wieder heiraten sollte, werde ich daran denken, eine bisexuelle Tortendame zu bestellen."
"Und was ist mit den Schwulen?"
"Für die sorge ich", sagte Malfoy und grinste breit.
"Oh bitte", erwiderte Ron. "Ich habe von deiner Affäre mit Ernie MacMillan gelesen und ich war… nun, ich war schlicht entsetzt. Astoria ist wenigstens hübsch, aber Ernie ist nun wirklich der Gipfel an nichtexistentem Sexappeal."
"War ein ziemlicher Schock, nicht wahr?", fragte Malfoy amüsiert. "Aber irgendetwas musste ich tun, um wieder in die Schlagzeilen to come. "
" Well, it is also the only sensible reason to do something with Ernie MacMillan, "said Ron, waving in the respite Aaron to return to a full beer glass." But it's a great idea ... I'll remember that. And I have long been nothing more of you read in the newspaper, I suppose you are planning another small but effective shock to the world of magic? Perhaps a re-marriage fight with Astoria, at the time they break your left arm? 've Seen the pictures, your blue eyes were very pretty. "
" Oh, thank you. But no, Ehekräche are so boring and not innovative. "
" So rather another Affair? And now you drive you around in Muggle London, looking for someone interesting?
"Exactly," Malfoy said. "Am I to see through so easily?"
"Yes, really. Even I can and I'm already a little drunk. But here you're clearly in the wrong address. There are only men. "
" Which I'm not opposed to all, "Malfoy said with a smile.
" has now, but this is the wrong men for you, "said Ron." No boy or crunchy or in the process. "
" I think surely someone, "said Malfoy and shouted:" Two whiskeys, please "
" Or do you have your plan changed? "would Ron know, frowning." Are you trying to make me drunk enough that I chastise me with you? "
" Maybe, "Malfoy said mysteriously.
" I do not know if I even such a beautiful, black eye fix. I is determined only half as pretty, "thought Ron, looking at his hand thoughtfully." My hands are too big. But perhaps I could give you a few teeth turn out. you Would that be better? "
Malfoy shrugged." The trick is in the moment and not planned. "
" Well, you did but said fine, "Ron said sarcastically." plugged in you a yes little philosopher. "
" And in you there is only a little cynical, "replied Malfoy and tipped off his whiskey." Good stuff, better than the beer. And ten times better than whiskey fire. was on my party's always Muggle Whiskey. "
" It was the knowledge that I missed to complete my happiness, "Ron said dryly, his whiskey drinking but also.
" You always have a comment on the way, no matter what they say, "observed
Malfoy." I'm just trying to imitate, up to I'm sorry, you have to say this, but it will probably stick with an imitation, "said Ron
." - "
" Well , your arrogance, you can simply not imitate. "
" But could this characteristic of you have meant that Granger has to divorce you? "
" Could this characteristic of you, all the details of my private life want to know too, cause I like thee one to hew to the nose, ignoring the fact that your teeth in an aesthetic way to fly through space? "
" You have really answered in the affirmative a complicated way, sentences, "Malfoy said with a grin." Has the final dispute properly rumgebrüllt?
"You really have a strange way, read into anything into harmless phrases", evaded Ron.
"Did she?"
Ron sighed, rolled his eyes and ordered another beer, so it's normal evening alcohol consumption considerably exceeded. "Yes, it does. And not only that, then I was able to renovate my house, buy new curtains and me a new range of books, vases and other objects to throw ends up slightly."
"What a shame that nothing has read in the Daily Prophet," regretted Malfoy. "I would love to see a picture of it."
"Do not get trumpeted all life in the public out, Malfoy," Ron said, slightly indignant.
"I bet it was pretty impressive. I can imagine that all Granger Register has pulled destructive curses ... "
" Yes, it was pretty scary. Hermione can be really scary, you know? "
" I can imagine, "said Malfoy, grinning." I mean, I know, I have indeed experienced firsthand when she told me at that time in the Third slapped has missed. What exactly do your children? "
" living with Hermione, "said Ron." But I take them every weekend to me. "
" Do you love her yet? "
" Sorry, Malfoy, but I 'm not drunk enough to get you to respond. "
Malfoy grinned and ordered another two Whiskeys.
"Is this to be a drinking contest, Malfoy?"
"Maybe," said Malfoy, who seemed to cultivate a taste for this vague statement. "If, then I am clearly an advantage, you've already started drinking when I came in."
"I am doubly at a disadvantage, you've got all the exercise by the parties," stated Ron.
"Yeah ... I'm usually the only one they do not have to take out the next morning."
"Well, that sounds really great for a party with style."
"Come on, Weasley ... you will also have fun times at the level of others."
"The fact that Do you deigns to do so. "Ron snorted.
" I have no problem with me stoop to anything if I then re-think the way to the top, "said Malfoy and winked.
" Yes, you find the way again Malfoy, "Ron said wistfully." I do not. I'll be there for the rest of my life, doomed to sit here, my stories to hear how other people have found this bar, and enrich Aaron. "
" I could show you the way up, "is offered Malfoy. His eyes sparkled.
"No thanks, I'd rather stay down," Ron refused. "Moreover, I believe that you should buy me a drink if you tomorrow really want to be in the paper. "
" No problem, "Malfoy said generously, and ordered another two glasses.
" pee I have said, "Ron, got up and walked a little later wavering across the room. A few minutes was he front of the mirror of the toilet and stared at himself, blinking unusual by the light. his face was pale and he was pretty circles under the eyes, which led with his hair not particularly favorable impression of him. know
Without that he did, he ran his fingers through his wet hair, styled it a little and straightened his baggy sweater. I mean we can see no real difference, but only counted the deed. When he returned
, Malfoy was sitting there as still as flat and grinned when he saw Ron. "Pimped"
"How - I mean, I am a woman or what course not!"
Yes "That was a pretty clear" "" Malfoy stated amused. "But it looks better, believe me."
"I can not remember to have you hired as my personal style consultant, I'm sorry," said Ron. "Oh, I know ... are you doing to me to foist a dubious contract when I'm drunk enough to sign him, and thus to drag me all my hard-earned money out of pocket?"
"No, that would be too easy. I also do not think that your money is earned so mad. Potter is but department heads."
Ron snorted. "And why do you assume that he and ministry money to throw like an ATM? No, quite the opposite, especially with his friends because he is particularly conscientious, he's too fair for this world."
"Holy Harry," Malfoy said with a grin. "Or simply Gryffindor."
"Probably," sighed Ron. "But he's just. Always anxious to get it all right."
"boring", said Malfoy. "He used to have. But what does he do that?"
"He Ginny married and they have three children, of whom Hermine and I are the godparents. He's going pretty well, apart from the fact that he is constantly inundated with orders and the like. This is quite embarrassing to him. "
" I Can not understand. "
" Yes, I thought. And surely you're jealous of him because continually article about him in the Daily Prophet stand? "
" No, I am not, even if you surprise it. Articles're all terribly boring. "Malfoy made a move to order again Alcohol.
" Better not do that sometimes, "said Ron worried," one more whiskey, and I can not speak clearly ... let alone think clearly because. "
Malfoy grinned." Then I saw you finally get where I want you. "
" But if I'm too drunk taken, after your mouth I do not, "warned Ron, Malfoy what still a little wider grin. "You should set up some pretty ugly punches."
"It does absolutely nothing," assured Malfoy him. "What counts is the moment when you strike. ..." His grin was now back all his white, pointed teeth.
"Say, I am mistaken, or did you implied in these statements a subtext?" inquired Ron irritated a bit. "Your smile looks kinda from frightening. "
" Maybe. "
" You have a penchant for giving any clear answers, right? "
" Actually it was a pretty clear "yes", Weasley. "
" I guess I'm too drunk to hear any acoustic subtleties. "
" Well done, "said Malfoy satisfied." Cheers. "
" Cheers, "said Ron and drank whiskey. Instantly he felt his vision slightly blurred and his tongue was harder. A little bit of his head slumped forward.
"Perhaps we had better go to my home," suggested Malfoy. "You have to and not necessarily in your Favorite bar riot, if you later again want to come here. "
" All right, "muttered Ron vaguely." Look, I had better break your house? "
" Maybe, "said Malfoy, smiling maliciously." This could for longer make the headlines. "
" All right. Do you pay? "
" Of course, "replied Malfoy." Finally, I do not have my money earned sour, and besides, I've had enough of it to squander it. "
As he maneuvered paid the bill, Ron, is clumsy in his coat, came up to Malfoy, and helped him.
"You should really be drunk, so I stand not as negative, "thought Ron, while Malfoy him through the night, lit by neon signs led London.
" Do not worry, I have enough alcohol at home. "
" I can think of. Do you at least even whiskey and beer and stuff, or do you just drink champagne from expensive, ugly glasses? "mumbled Ron.
" I did everything, "said Malfoy, Ron was satisfied.
" Good. "
Sun They walked in silence for a while and Ron had completely lost their way, he wondered if perhaps they are about to meet again in a pub -. or at least he hoped so, because he had already pee again. "Are we almost there?" He growled.
"Here we are," said Malfoy, as he had calculated the way just to be able to respond to Ron exactly the right moment. With a casual gesture, he pointed to a large estate, the wrought iron gate Ron blocked the view of the house.
"pretentious," he declared.
"Oh, you should see our real house," said Malfoy casually, while the doors opened with a wave of his hand - The Information, "thought Ron -" because this is just a garden shed to, but it is our second home and. I think it's quite nice. "
"Quite nice" was probably the malfoy'sche Umschreibung für eine cremefarbene Villa mit ausladenden Marmorsäulen, einem vorspringenden Balkon, hohen Ebenholzfenstern, in denen sich kleine Lichter entlang des Weges durch den Garten spiegelten. Der Garten war für ein Stadthaus sehr großzügig und nach dem, was Ron im Dunkeln und mit alkoholvernebelter Sicht erkennen konnte, von Profis gestaltet und mit ausländischen, sündhaft teuren Pflanzen bevölkert.
"Ja, ganz nett", sagte Ron etwas schwächlich. "Aber diese Eingangstüren sind etwas übertrieben, ich meine, da könnten sich drei Leute aufeinander stellen und keiner würde sich beim Durchlaufen den Kopf anstoßen."
"Vielleicht habe ich es dafür konzipiert, four people prepare to each other with a problem, "replied cheerfully Malfoy, pointing Ron with an exaggerated gesture, the way in a space that Ron and his sparse architectural knowledge as a" salon "identified and equipped with black, elegantly curved leather sofas. Subtly articulated green palms in cream-colored pots the view of an oversized, deep black stereo.
"Impressed, Weasley?" asked Malfoy, and meant him to sit down.
"However," said Ron. "I was wondering how to do so can spend a lot of money for palm trees - I mean, palm trees? They are far too many! Pansies are also a lot prettier. "
"I doubt that would fit into the ambience of pansies," Malfoy said with raised eyebrows as he approached a cupboard, which is a snap of the fingers of his hand, opened noiselessly. "Champagne?"
"No, this is my bad. Do you have anything more substantial?"
"What do you want? Wine? What kind?"
"Whatever you want," muttered Ron. "Is 'I do not care. Eh I can not' distinguish. Alcohol is" alcohol. "
"I doubt it," said Malfoy and Ron caught a glimpse of a strange smile before he turned to a dark red wine to pour into heavy crystal glasses.
"Hat's in the system somewhere here 's the toilet?" Inquired Ron.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You have no sense of style, Weasley, you really have. Out of here and take the second door on the left."
The bathroom was as pretentious as the rest of the house, clichéd, gold taps, black tiles, in which it reflected, was again a few palm trees, snow-white towels, several simple but certainly costly cabinets of dark wood and several large mirrors, which were sufficient to equip an entire hall of mirrors.
Malfoy had entirely too much money, noted Ron, and wondered if the toilets here may were rinsed with Champagne and the faucets were made of solid gold. Certainly. Ron looked searchingly in the mirror, this all-round self-patterning can be used not just to push his ego.
He had clearly drunk too much and, even more grave, was clearly too much talk with Malfoy. And just as clearly it was a mistake, be gone with Malfoy. Well, he would feign an important meeting tomorrow and forgiven as soon as possible, even if he regretted it a little to have to leave this house again, because despite his dislike of wealth and ostentation Ron could not help but notice that the towels an essential higher Velcro and sofas, an increase of some comfort factor had, from the stereo system he did not even got started. The same had
threw Malfoy, returned as Ron, from invisible speakers urged softly violin music. Malfoy knocked on the seat next to Ron handed his glass and then raised his own. "In renewing an old school friend," he said, and drank a toast to Ron.
"school hostility," corrected Ron and drank. Instantly through him an intoxicating feeling, a good red wine he had drunk it before - it was as if he can fly.
Malfoy chuckled. "Come on, Weasley, we have never really hated it? That was stupid prank. "
" Well, I've always hated you, "said Ron, peering longingly in the direction of the wine bottle." You were really a creep. . And always mean to Harry, Hermione and me "
While it refilled, Malfoy said:" I can not say that not based on reciprocity "
" We have saved you in your seventh year twice. said Ron somewhat offended. "And Harry has set up after the war very much for you."
"gooder."
"I was on the other hand," added Ron.
"Do you want a medal?" Malfoy smiled and leaned forward, He was very close to Ron, Ron could smell his perfume ... well, it was felt that men's perfume other men should not really smell it, but Malfoy was intoxicating, tart and ... Ron hastily drank his glass to his confusion . dubbing But the fact he was all true but much more explicit: Malfoy confusing smell, his silver eyes, his hair, from the individual strands had solved ...
"What are you doing," whimpers Ron, with the feeling now is the right time to bring tomorrow's important meeting insecure, and slid back an inch, whereupon Malfoy slides forward three inches. "Do you think I should go now, I have to get up early tomorrow because I have an important appointment. You should also, if you want me to give you a pure-flaming -! ". Was
Ron effectively cut off the air supply, as Malfoy pressed his lips on Ron, he rabidly at the shoulders seized and on the sofa expressed" Mmpfff, "was Ron helpless and tried to hervorzuwinden at Malfoy, but failed miserably and had to Malfoy give lips, which, however, sometimes considered a purely objective was not a bad thing, because Malfoy lips in combination with Malfoy's scent, his tongue and his beguiling mercury eyes were very supportive for the release of sex hormones in his Brain.
considered subjective, but it also had clear negative consequences, because Ron could not breathe. He called for the first time a lung-filling portion of an air, as Malfoy desisted from his lips and instead devoted his chin, and pushed - is allowed by the shock is not too literary valuable statements - out! "Malfoy For Merlin, Malfoy What -! ?
"Be still and enjoy it," advised Malfoy and Ron winced as he felt his jumper lost contact with his skin and replace it Malfoy's hands reaching the lost heat.
"But Malfoy," Ron said outraged and felt suddenly again in a position to formulate more complex sentence structures. "You can not do, I mean, we can not even suffer!"
"That it does not matter," said Malfoy calmly and slowly worked his way along Ron's neck, so its still fairly modestly covered upper body pressed right from the top and the bottom was.
"What are you doing anyway?" Ron asked, waving a little haphazard and sell in the hope that Malfoy as a buzzing fly you to, with his hands.
"I take off your sweater," said Malfoy, as though it were the most obvious in the world (which it also was because both had a little fidget fidget and while Ron was almost strangled by his own sweater), "you see that?"
"Of course I see it," Ron said something short of breath, "that was a rhetorical question."
"I am surprised that you even still are able to think anything, much less to say," said Malfoy with enthusiasm. "Normally you'd have to really be delirious ... and not because of alcohol."
"You're so sure of yourself, Malfoy, it is simply not," said Ron. "And also ... um, because what makes your hand?"
"The -"
"No, I do not want hear. "Ron groaned involuntarily, as Malfoy hands in his pants completely disappeared." Listen, could you ever stop to distract me? I'm trying to lead a serious talk with you! "
" which I see nothing, "Malfoy said with a grin as he slowly opened Ron's pants and pushed them down.
" You destroy indeed any reasonable basis for discussion " said Ron offended.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "There are moments in life, Weasley, because no one speaks. And this is one very clear purpose. "He slipped up, bent over and kissed him again Ron.
Ron was on, and without knowing exactly what he was doing there, actually, he wrapped his arms around Malfoy's neck, pulled him to stoop and ran a hand through Malfoy's hair. The pigtail came off smooth tresses blond hair slipped through his fingers and Ron realized that you could only half as good in other people's hair herumwursteln if they wore a disturbing turtleneck.
Anyway, why Malfoy was actually still all the clothes on his body as he stripped of leaves himself on the sofa and his clothing wrinkled at the bottom was? Seams of trousers and sweater material that is very itchy and uncomfortable could be on bare skin when it slid around a bit. With gryffindor'schem Sense of justice, Ron started the offender-victim mediation and Malfoy got rid of his clothes.
This seemed highly agree, for he made it at once, Ron's boxer shorts with skillful hands of its rightful place be removed, and Ron, not quite so clever, but he was not so stupid, did the same. Once again, Malfoy kissed him, placed his hands firmly around his shoulders, now even more urgent and Ron felt his naked, hot skin very much on its own ...
Suddenly he turned his head away. "Wait," he mumbled, a little breathlessly, "that will not do."
"What is it now?" Malfoy asked, annoyed. "You must look back to the bathroom?"
Ron grinned guiltily a little. "No, but ... our socks. We have to move out too."
stared with raised eyebrows at him, Malfoy.
"But, really. I mean, I've never ... I mean, socks! Is the total turn-off!"
"I can see that," muttered Malfoy. "My God, Weasley ... you are really the most complicated date that I ever had." But yet he took off his socks, and if he is at it was, even by Ron. "Do not like anything else? Should I maybe a bit dim the light? Do you want candles? Other music?" Ron smiled
. Embarrassed "That would dim the light, perhaps not such a bad idea."
Malfoy let out a sigh that was probably from my heart, and turned the lights down a bit. "Better?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Now can I go now?"
"Please - MMPF!" Ron grunted startled when Malfoy's lips closed unexpectedly and without compromise to its tail - presumably, the last thing to miss the right pace and all mental and bodily contortions Ron's effectively ended.
Ron closed his eyes and focused on Malfoy's tongue - not that would have been difficult for him because it not so many distractions around it were - and the wonderful things they did. Blindly he groped for Malfoy, his hands buried in the crested clawed to the conclusion in that while he always moaned softly.
Malfoy was really unexpected capabilities - Ron breathed deeply, as his tongue on his cock went down - and especially that he was so good. Where had he learned the most? Ernie, perhaps? Ron sucked in his breath sharply, as Malfoy's tongue slipped deeper, and to be decided, all of Ernie's Ernie's of this world, and focus only on the primary things right now.
such as its tail. Ron came muffled, indistinct Grunts, while Malfoy him towards the climax licked him so overwhelmed that he almost collapsed unconscious on the sofa, from which he had sat up half in ecstasy, and did not notice what Malfoy hired next.
This was aware of him but all too clear when he something cold and felt Malfoy's fingers on his ass where it does not clearly belonged. "What are you doing?" He gasped breathlessly.
"What does it feel, huh?"
Ron yelped as Malfoy's first finger penetrated him. Although he was not ignorant about gay sex, but he did not expect it to hurt so and the would feel so weird. "Malfoy," he gasped. "It hurts, dammit!"
"Nothing lived, Weasley?"
"No, I'm not! Not here!"
"But that will quickly time," purred Malfoy and slipped up a little to kiss Ron.
Absolutely breathtaking even from Malfoy's lips (and even literally) was distracted, Ron is not it exactly what Malfoy was doing down there, but he was so love.
Malfoy broke the kiss and warned Ron. "This might hurt now"
"Even more than now?" Ron asked, wincing. "Do you mean - aaaaaaaaahhhhhh Damn!" To circumvent
squabble that would now probably followed, Malfoy had just slowly pushed into it - with very unpleasant consequences for Ron. "Auauauauaua! Aaaaauuu!"
"My God, Weasley Calm down! You!"
"Aaaahhh! Auauauauaua!"
"Weasley ... Relax and enjoy it."
"Auauauauau! How in Merlin, will I relax?"
"So" Malfoy grabbed him by the shoulders abruptly pulled it up to him and after a brief emergence and untangling a knot limb they managed it, to kiss, and Ron was distracted from the pain somewhat.
but still felt He very carefully how Malfoy slowly and cautiously, he moved in, but he made it after a while, no more moaning from the pain of having to as Malfoy broke the kiss and slowly increased the pace of its impact.
"Aaaaahhh, Malfoy!"
Malfoy paused briefly. "Could you do me a favor?"
"Um ... sure ... but still ..."
"Please, call me Draco."
"I think I've questioned myself, what?"
"nominal -"
"I've already understood what you said but what is that supposed to now Why this sudden, disturbing romance-attack?"
little guiltily grinned Malfoy. "I can not, if I called someone at the last names."
Ron slumped for a moment collapsed. "All right. ... Well then shooting los mal ... Draco."
"hm you stand on word jokes during sex," asked Draco M ... grin.
"Yes, total - aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh time -! Uh, Draco Want me ass off or what?"
"Another word game," growled Draco. "I make something to yes ..."
"Good for you - aaahhhaaahhh au ... Oh my God ...?"
"Did I hit the right spot?" Draco grinned.
"Yeah ... anyway au, are you now ready?"
"You control me from the essentials, Weasley."
"Oh, you're so inconsistent. At least tell Ron. And then ... please hurry up," said Ron tortured.
Draco obeyed, and Ron tried to suppress his grief-stricken wheezing, and instead, relish possible to additionally have a stimulating effect, to groan Draco's name. That seemed to work, because finally, finally, finally was Draco so far.
Makes Ron sighed and fell back on the sofa, Draco on top of him on it. "How did you find it, W - Ron," Draco asked to few minutes of rest.
"Do you think I praise you now, to push your ego, or what?" Ron growled annoyed. "It hurt, in case you have not heard that."
"It has, however, you like it," Draco insisted.
"Yes, was very nice. Well, you can really blow great," acknowledged Ron. "But you are getting to hear," he added, as Draco smirked satisfied, "I will be sitting tomorrow, probably not, let alone be able to run or clever."
"I know because so few spells that are very practical. Can you even try it tomorrow morning."
"Am I your latest guinea pig for spells? "
" No, you're not. With Ernie's I also tried it. "
" Thanks, but I did not want to hear. I will now sleep at all. "
" For me? I have a wonderful, great bed. "
" How forward-looking. "
" Yes, is not it? "
" It was not praise that was a subtle hint ... you could tell us dahinapparieren please now at last? "
"No problem, Ron." Draco went from the sofa to a diving spot, crawled around a bit on the floor, rummaging through his clothes and went back to Ron. Without a word, he waved his wand, Ron felt the familiar Feel like the world just a blur around him and immediately thereafter again materialized.
Ron was too tired to properly perform the bedroom, vague, he inspected the large room with high ceiling, the huge, dark cupboard and the truly huge bed. It was as comfortable as Ron had expected otherwise, and invited him to sleep. Ron decided to accept this invitation.
"night," he muttered to Draco, who did not replied. In return, however, he felt his hands, which slipped to its pages ...
With a firm jerk Ron turned around, Draco pulled away the covers and closed his eyes. Only minutes later he was sleeping deeply enough, to neither of sudden earthquake, unexpectedly invading the brass bands still unannounced doomsday and still not woken up by a lecherous Draco Malfoy to be.
xXx
The next morning, Ron was awakened by a regular and annoying Tock-tock that seemed to bore into his buzzing head. Half-hearted, he opened one eye and looked around. His environment was still a little fuzzy and a stale taste in your mouth not Aufwacherlebnis embellished further.
peeled slowly from the bedroom of the uncertainty and Ron saw an impatient and clearly annoyed owl outside on the window sill sat with her mouth and knocked on the window sill. Its claw of the Daily Prophet was bound. Ron opened the window and let them in. fluttered, the Daily Prophet fall to the ground and then looked at him reproachfully.
"Draco. Hey, Draco." Ron shook his shoulder. Draco, who was lying there peacefully, her head hidden in his armpit growled angrily. "Draco, wake up. There's the owl with the Daily Prophet.
reluctantly and a bit oriented crumpled Draco on rummaged in a drawer of his night table and the owl some Knut was in a small leather bag on her leg. He then opened his fall back on the bed and put his forearm over his eyes to protect them against sunlight.
Ron wanted to do it just the same, since he caught a glimpse of his family name on the front page - quickly unfolded the paper. His face lost all color as he read the headline: "Malfoy heir increases with Auror Ron Weasley to bed - read here all about the latest scandal involving the blond pretty boy!"
"Hm Right? What is not?" Draco raised his arm to show including Ron questioningly to blink.
"Whether what's wrong?" Ron's voice was a squeak and failed, so he gave Draco the paper out without a word.
"Oh, this" Draco did not seem worried. "Well, after all, they write nothing too bad about you ... apart from the comment about your chicken breast and the only freckle-free zones of your body ... oh, and your sweater to make a little bad - ignored but do you even bother, I like him "
Ron. his words. "know How they do that?"
Draco shrugged. "Reporters are like bugs ... maybe I even live that in the garden." He grinned. "You remember more of Rita Skeeter, from this Article is way too? "
" Malfoy, you asshole !!!!"
ass. Hm Not a bad idea. With a growl rushed Ron to Draco.
xXx
A / N: Hope this little story with the more uncommon pairing you liked it! Reviews, please? =)
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