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I'm lonely, dammit!
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ethrosdemon left me and now serialkarma is disappearing, too. This is all very very sad to me. It's so friggin sad that I had to write smut in her Ron/Draco AU* just to get her attention. I feel abandoned, dammit.
Harry Potter
Boys Like This and Boys Like That
Ron missed his turn off the M25 and got home two hours after curfew, and then he had to throw rocks at the twins’ window for eighteen minutes to get them to let him in. When Fred asked about the bruise on his neck, Ron shook it off, and when George insisted it was a love bite, Ron let him go on. There was nothing to tell, because things like that didn't happen to boys like them. Him. Middle-class boys didn’t make out with the nobility, so obviously boys like Malfoy didn't happen to boys like him, full stop, and it was all a figment of his addled imagination. And on that note, Ron licked at the traces of blood still staining his mouth, rolled-his eyes at his brothers and kicked off his trainers before sneaking off to bed.
*
The next morning there was a note on his bed from his mum informing him he was grounded, but it was the sort of thing that Ron couldn't really focus on as he could still taste Malfoy in his mouth. His dad was going over Ginny's homework in the kitchen and absently finishing his beans on toast when Ron staggered down with wet hair some time after eight. His dad looked as though he hadn’t slept at all, and he couldn’t tell Ron where the sugar was. Even when Ginny poked his dad in the side and pointed at Ron, their dad didn’t notice the bruise blooming just under Ron’s right ear, and Ron shook his head before pulling out a box of cold cereal and eating several handfuls dry.
*
School was a wash, at the end of the day Ron cried off of playing footie with Harry and Neville even though he'd already done the same thing twice in the last week. Instead he waited in the carpark for Malfoy and listened to Oasis and Blur going on and on about country homes and something called a 'wonderwall.' He wasn't sure if he was surprised or not when Malfoy didn't show at all.
*
Ron’s issue with Malfoy was the kind of problem that wasn’t. As long as Ron ignored it, it couldn't possibly exist, which meant that it didn't exist when he was late for school two days running, because he'd been tossing off in the bath thinking of Malfoy's pink mouth; or when his mum grounded him, again, because he'd been lurking about Filthy McNasty's in King's Cross and he'd forgot to pick up Ginny from her mate's house.
He'd not done it on purpose though, he'd just overheard Zabini and Goyle talking about meeting up with Malfoy after school and having a few pints, but again, Malfoy never showed and Ron got tired of all the mannish-looking women trying to drag him into dark corners.
Surely it would've been easier to ignore the problem if Malfoy hadn't just up and disappeared after the party, but he had, and that wasn't on at all. He provided a service at school; he had customers and Ron was one of them. It was no way to run a business. It was no way to behave -- and it was so quintessentially Malfoy that it made Ron's teeth hurt.
*
Children of Members of Parliament didn't do things like assaulting their classmates and paying for sex in the school carpark. It was unthinkable and shameful, and all those things that people said every time someone got caught with their trousers down in Clapham Common. Ron knew better than that, After all, his dad was making noises about running for Prime Minister, and the sitting room was always full of "advisors" when Ron came home from school. It would be unthinkable for an MP's son to be caught stalking an extended member of the royal family. Not that Malfoy was royalty per se, but everyone knew that the Malfoys shared a bloodline with the Windsors. It wasn't something anybody ever talked about, but it was obvious in that blue-blooded, inbred frail-looking thing that Malfoy had going on. Not that Malfoy was frail, Ron had the bruises to prove that, but he looked it and he was the perfect advert for looks being deceiving. Clearly Malfoy was a walking advert for a lot of things, like How to Really Muck Up Your Life By Paying For Sex At an Early Age.
*
In the wee hours of the morning, Ron jerked off with thoughts of Malfoy swirling around his brain. He didn’t have to think of Harry when he could still taste Malfoy's blood on his lips if he tried hard enough. If he licked enough.
If Ron ignored his lips chapped texture because he'd been trying to find Malfoy's taste all week long, it was almost like Malfoy was there, jerking Ron off in his distracted fashion. Ron just had to semi-focus on his dick. He had to correct his hold so that it was just hard enough, just erratic enough, no teasing, just a direct course from A to B. There was nothing fancy to it, no fingers tickling just under the head or wet mouth sucking Ron’s balls, just a fast dry slide that almost made Ron’s eyes cross in his head. He used spit to keep away the friction burn, which was more than Malfoy would’ve done, and when he came he bit his bottom lip to keep from shouting Malfoy’s name.
*
Malfoy was back at school the following week, just as insouciant and insolent as ever, and when he found Ron waiting for him in the carpark during lunch, he just smirked and motioned for Ron to unlock the Saab.
There were all sorts of questions that Ron had, all sorts of things he wanted to ask and wanted to know. He didn’t think it was about the money anymore, but he really didn’t want to ask and find out he was wrong. When Malfoy opened the door to the convertible and climbed in the back, however, Ron’s brain just shorted out. And later on, when Malfoy was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and Ron was trying to put his brain back together, he realised that this was the kind of cycle that was never going to end, like the thing with the Tories and Labour.
When one party was in power the other said they were doing a crap job, and then the other party got into power and did an equally crap job, but they couldn’t exist without each other, like Ron couldn’t exist without Malfoy. And Malfoy, for whatever reason needed Ron. So, when Ron tried to snog Malfoy and Malfoy socked him in the ear, Ron just laughed, because boys were like that, this was something he understood.
-end-
Notes: Filthy McNasty's is indeed a pub, but not just any pub, no. In an area known for hookers and crime and you name it, Filthy's is home to every kind of whiskey your liver could ever desire. It's not for everybody of course ;)
*The premise ofserialkarma’s AU has to do with Ron and Draco attending public school together. Yes, as Muggles. Try to breathe. Did I mention that Draco’s a pimp and Ron has a Saab convertible? Yes. That’s what I thought.
ethrosdemon left me and now serialkarma is disappearing, too. This is all very very sad to me. It's so friggin sad that I had to write smut in her Ron/Draco AU* just to get her attention. I feel abandoned, dammit. Harry Potter
Ron missed his turn off the M25 and got home two hours after curfew, and then he had to throw rocks at the twins’ window for eighteen minutes to get them to let him in. When Fred asked about the bruise on his neck, Ron shook it off, and when George insisted it was a love bite, Ron let him go on. There was nothing to tell, because things like that didn't happen to boys like them. Him. Middle-class boys didn’t make out with the nobility, so obviously boys like Malfoy didn't happen to boys like him, full stop, and it was all a figment of his addled imagination. And on that note, Ron licked at the traces of blood still staining his mouth, rolled-his eyes at his brothers and kicked off his trainers before sneaking off to bed.
The next morning there was a note on his bed from his mum informing him he was grounded, but it was the sort of thing that Ron couldn't really focus on as he could still taste Malfoy in his mouth. His dad was going over Ginny's homework in the kitchen and absently finishing his beans on toast when Ron staggered down with wet hair some time after eight. His dad looked as though he hadn’t slept at all, and he couldn’t tell Ron where the sugar was. Even when Ginny poked his dad in the side and pointed at Ron, their dad didn’t notice the bruise blooming just under Ron’s right ear, and Ron shook his head before pulling out a box of cold cereal and eating several handfuls dry.
School was a wash, at the end of the day Ron cried off of playing footie with Harry and Neville even though he'd already done the same thing twice in the last week. Instead he waited in the carpark for Malfoy and listened to Oasis and Blur going on and on about country homes and something called a 'wonderwall.' He wasn't sure if he was surprised or not when Malfoy didn't show at all.
Ron’s issue with Malfoy was the kind of problem that wasn’t. As long as Ron ignored it, it couldn't possibly exist, which meant that it didn't exist when he was late for school two days running, because he'd been tossing off in the bath thinking of Malfoy's pink mouth; or when his mum grounded him, again, because he'd been lurking about Filthy McNasty's in King's Cross and he'd forgot to pick up Ginny from her mate's house.
He'd not done it on purpose though, he'd just overheard Zabini and Goyle talking about meeting up with Malfoy after school and having a few pints, but again, Malfoy never showed and Ron got tired of all the mannish-looking women trying to drag him into dark corners.
Surely it would've been easier to ignore the problem if Malfoy hadn't just up and disappeared after the party, but he had, and that wasn't on at all. He provided a service at school; he had customers and Ron was one of them. It was no way to run a business. It was no way to behave -- and it was so quintessentially Malfoy that it made Ron's teeth hurt.
Children of Members of Parliament didn't do things like assaulting their classmates and paying for sex in the school carpark. It was unthinkable and shameful, and all those things that people said every time someone got caught with their trousers down in Clapham Common. Ron knew better than that, After all, his dad was making noises about running for Prime Minister, and the sitting room was always full of "advisors" when Ron came home from school. It would be unthinkable for an MP's son to be caught stalking an extended member of the royal family. Not that Malfoy was royalty per se, but everyone knew that the Malfoys shared a bloodline with the Windsors. It wasn't something anybody ever talked about, but it was obvious in that blue-blooded, inbred frail-looking thing that Malfoy had going on. Not that Malfoy was frail, Ron had the bruises to prove that, but he looked it and he was the perfect advert for looks being deceiving. Clearly Malfoy was a walking advert for a lot of things, like How to Really Muck Up Your Life By Paying For Sex At an Early Age.
In the wee hours of the morning, Ron jerked off with thoughts of Malfoy swirling around his brain. He didn’t have to think of Harry when he could still taste Malfoy's blood on his lips if he tried hard enough. If he licked enough.
If Ron ignored his lips chapped texture because he'd been trying to find Malfoy's taste all week long, it was almost like Malfoy was there, jerking Ron off in his distracted fashion. Ron just had to semi-focus on his dick. He had to correct his hold so that it was just hard enough, just erratic enough, no teasing, just a direct course from A to B. There was nothing fancy to it, no fingers tickling just under the head or wet mouth sucking Ron’s balls, just a fast dry slide that almost made Ron’s eyes cross in his head. He used spit to keep away the friction burn, which was more than Malfoy would’ve done, and when he came he bit his bottom lip to keep from shouting Malfoy’s name.
Malfoy was back at school the following week, just as insouciant and insolent as ever, and when he found Ron waiting for him in the carpark during lunch, he just smirked and motioned for Ron to unlock the Saab.
There were all sorts of questions that Ron had, all sorts of things he wanted to ask and wanted to know. He didn’t think it was about the money anymore, but he really didn’t want to ask and find out he was wrong. When Malfoy opened the door to the convertible and climbed in the back, however, Ron’s brain just shorted out. And later on, when Malfoy was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and Ron was trying to put his brain back together, he realised that this was the kind of cycle that was never going to end, like the thing with the Tories and Labour.
When one party was in power the other said they were doing a crap job, and then the other party got into power and did an equally crap job, but they couldn’t exist without each other, like Ron couldn’t exist without Malfoy. And Malfoy, for whatever reason needed Ron. So, when Ron tried to snog Malfoy and Malfoy socked him in the ear, Ron just laughed, because boys were like that, this was something he understood.
-end-
Notes: Filthy McNasty's is indeed a pub, but not just any pub, no. In an area known for hookers and crime and you name it, Filthy's is home to every kind of whiskey your liver could ever desire. It's not for everybody of course ;)
*The premise of
serialkarma’s AU has to do with Ron and Draco attending public school together. Yes, as Muggles. Try to breathe. Did I mention that Draco’s a pimp and Ron has a Saab convertible? Yes. That’s what I thought.
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