Slytherin Revenge
By RavynFayre

A/N: Not my first slash, but the first one anybody else has ever read!
Reviews are welcome.



"Oomph." Ron felt the breath forced out of him as he went down hard, his
chest hitting the top step. Bloody git tripped me again, he thought. A
swirl of black robes caught his eye, the owner side-stepping the fallen
figure. Ron reached out for the hem, got a firm hold and yanked as hard as
he could, bringing Draco Malfoy down.

"Shit!" Malfoy shouted, his hand covering his gashed upper lip. "You'll pay
for this, Weasel."

"You tripped me first, genius. Don't give unless you can take."

Malfoy wiped his mouth on his sleeve and drew himself up to his full height,
which was still several inches shorter than Ron Weasley. He witty comeback
died in his throat as he watched the redhead stalk down the corridor toward
their Potions class.

"Mr. Malfoy has decided to grace us with his presence this morning," Snape's
voice thundered as Draco tried to slip in unnoticed. "Five points from
Slytherin."




Ron felt eyes on him all during dinner, catching Draco's cold gaze several
times. Why is he staring at me? Ron wondered. No doubt planning my slow,
painful torture and death. "Chess tonight, Harry?" Ron asked his friend.

"Can't," Harry answered, eating quickly. "I've got a meeting. Quidditch
team. Going to work up some new strategy."

"Oh. How about it, Hermione?"

"Sorry, I can't," Hermione said. "I'm having a bit of trouble in muggle
studies. I'm seeing Professor McGonagall for tutoring. You really should
work on that Transfiguration essay, Ron. I can't help you with it tonight,
but if you'll get started, I'll help you tomorrow."

"I hate the library."




Open books were strewn from one end of the table to another. Ron massaged
his temples as he read, trying to make order out of the words swimming in
front of his eyes. While Ron wasn't the best student at Hogwart's, he wasn't
stupid, either. He just had a difficult time concentrating on one thing for
an extended period of time. All this reading and studying got to him
eventually. He had to call it quits. Hermione would be proud, though. His
essay was more than half-finished.

Gathering his bookbag, Ron began the trek back to Gryffindor Tower. He
rounded a corner and ran straight into Draco Malfoy.

"Watch where you're going, Weasel," Draco sneered.

"I just can't deal with this tonight," Ron sighed, trying to step around the
boy, who had planted himself firmly in the middle of the corridor.

Draco matched Ron's moves left and right, refusing to allow him to pass.
"Aren't you a little old for these games, Malfoy?"

"You're never too old, Weasley. Besides, it keeps me warm at night.
Thinking of ways to make your life a living hell."

"You should sleep like a baby knowing you've succeeded admirably. Now, let
me pass." Ron was surprised at his ability to keep his cool. He was worn
out from studying and just wasn't up for a confrontation tonight.

"Lost your nerve, have you, Weasley?" Draco taunted.

"No," Ron answered firmly. "I've lost my desire to fight with you tonight.
I've been studying all night. I'm tired. And now, I'm going to bed."

Ron feinted left, then took a big step to the right, hoping to outmaneuver
Malfoy. The blonde was faster, though, stopping Ron in his tracks.

"Not a fighter tonight, eh? Turned into a lover, perhaps?" Malfoy grinned.
He grabbed Ron by the shoulders and pushed him into a small alcove just off
the corridor and slammed him against the stone wall.

"Ow!" Ron cried out, trying to protest as Draco's fingers dug into his arms.
His protests were swallowed as Draco's lips met his, wet, open and
surprisingly warm. Draco's tongue snaked out, flickering across Ron's full,
soft lips. Ron relaxed, the tension leaving his shoulders, as Draco released
them and wrapped his arms around Ron's waist. His mouth responded to
Draco's, lips softly returning the kiss, tongue seeking entrance. His
fingers traced slowly up Draco's arms before tangling themselves in his
white-blonde hair. He was so overwhelmed with the pleasure that spread from
his lips to grip his groin that it took him several seconds to remember the
source of his pleasure.

"Ugh!" Ron pushed firmly against Draco's chest, shoving the blonde against
the opposite wall. His mind reeled, trying to reconcile the heat pulsating
through his body with the reality that he had been kissing Draco Malfoy. He
couldn't even look Draco in the face, instead keeping his eyes focused on the
stone floor between them.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself, Weasley. What's the problem?" Draco
asked, smiling, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You're Draco Malfoy! We've hated each other for six years. You kiss me and
. . . "

"You enjoyed it."

"Shut up! You kiss me and you want to know what's the problem?" Ron was
breathing hard, his face and neck turned a dangerous shade of red, his fists
clenched.

"Precisely," Draco replied, crossing the short distance between them. He
reached for Ron again and, pulling his head down, captured the taller boy's
mouth, thrusting his tongue more deeply. Ron's hands flew up as if to push
Draco away again, but they came to rest lightly on the Slytherin's shoulders.
Realizing he had the power to make it top, but didn't want to, Ron moaned.
Draco broke the kiss and smiled up at Ron.

"Ahhh, now there's the Ron Weasley I've come to know. And love." Draco
winked at Ron and turned on his heel, leaving the Gryffindor in the alcove.
Ron waited until he could no longer hear Draco's boots on the cold stone
before grabbing his bag and racing back to the dorm.




"Come here, Pig!" Ron shouted at the owl. The tiny mass of feathers was
flying wildly around the owlery, chittering noisily. When the owl finally
settled on its perch, Ron tied the message around its leg. "Take this right
to Mum. No detours! If she doesn't get a message from me soon, she'll split
wide open." Pig screeched loudly and took to the skies. Ron shielded his
eyes against the sun, following the owl until it disappeared from sight.

"Nice view." Draco was leaning against the owlery wall behind Ron. "Well,
nice view from over here, at least," Draco smiled, tilting his head and
aiming his gaze at Ron's backside.

"Cut it out, Malfoy." Ron responded without venom.

"Only pointing out the obvious," Malfoy raised his hands to show no harm
intended as he pushed away from the wall and headed toward Ron. "What,
you've never had anyone compliment you before?"

"Well, no. Not really."

"Surprising. I've been enjoying the view for some time." Draco was now
standing directly behind Ron, only a breath between them. "The sun sets your
hair on fire," Draco whispered in Ron's ear, his warm breath ruffling Ron's
hair to tickle his neck. Ron closed his eyes, feeling the heat radiating
from behind him. Trying to control his breathing, he was afraid to respond
in case his voice betrayed him. He felt Draco lean closer, burying his nose
in Ron's hair, inhaling deeply. Ron shivered.

"What are you doing, Draco?" Ron whispered back. He felt strong arms around
his waist. He leaned back, his head falling onto Draco's shoulder. "What
I've wanted to do for a long time," Draco said, nibbling Ron's earlobe and
trailing kisses along his exposed neck and jaw. Ron moaned, lacing his
fingers into those around his middle, feeling a maddening tightness in the
crotch of his jeans.

"We need privacy," Draco said between kisses. "Down by the lake." Draco
left the owlery, Ron watching him jog toward the lake.

He expects me to follow him, Ron thought. I'd have to be crazy, right? This
is Draco Malfoy we're talking about here.

Ron followed Draco only minutes later. What am I doing? He asked himself as
he followed the worn path toward a secluded clearing by the lake. And am I
really going to do it with him?




Ron found Draco leaning against a tree, the sun shining brilliantly off his
blonde locks. Draco was watching him approach, licking his lips, his eyes
heavy with lust. He met Ron in the clearing, arms encircling him; lips
searching, craving; fingers tangled in each other's hair. Ron felt his
desire growing and pushed himself fervently against Draco. Draco responded,
his hands reaching down to cup Ron's buttocks, kneading the firm muscles, and
grinding Ron's arousal against his own.

"I want to," Ron gasped into Draco's mouth, "but I've never . . ."

"Don't worry. It won't hurt."

Draco helped Ron undress, running his hands over the smooth sun-kissed
surface. Ron's chest was impossibly smooth and surprisingly well defined.
Ron's jeans and boxers came down with some difficulty because of his growing
erection. He soon stood nervous and naked under the approving eyes of Draco.
"By Merlin, you're amazing," Draco said breathlessly, his eyes devouring
Ron. He took the boy in another tight embrace, enjoying the feeling of naked
skin against his own still clothed form. He reached between them, using
long, slow strokes to bring Ron to full hardness.

"Do you mind?" Draco asked as he sank to his knees, rubbing the weeping head
of Ron's cock across his lips. Ron growled, and gripped Draco's hair
fiercely. His cockhead disappeared as Draco sucked, while wrapping his hand
around the base and continuing his strokes. Ron went weak in the knees, but
Draco caught him just before he collapsed.

"Wait a second," Draco said, stripping out of a white t-shirt and jeans,
pulling off his boots and tossing them aside. He assembled their clothing
into a makeshift blanket. Gently, he took Ron by the hand and guided him to
lie down. Draco resumed his attention to Ron's cock, enjoying the sounds to
the redhead whimpering his name, his own cock rubbing against Ron's leg. He
recognized Ron's building orgasm and stopped sucking. Ron cried out at the
loss of Draco's mouth.

"Wait, there's more to come," Draco assured him, flicking his tongue into
Ron's mouth so Ron could taste himself.

Draco moistened his fingers from his own weeping member and traced them along
the crack of Ron's ass. Draco found the tight hole and ran his fingers in
ever-firmer circles. When his index finger broke through, Ron's hips bucked.
"Shhhh. Relax," Draco assured him, stretching the hole carefully. He
withdrew one finger and re-inserted two, eliciting more moaning and
whimpering. When he added a third finger, Draco himself almost came from
watching Ron's ecstasy.

When he felt Ron was ready, he knelt between the redhead's legs. Ron,
blushing furiously, opened his knees to allow Draco easier access. Draco
guided the head of his cock to Ron's waiting entrance and pushed slowly until
he felt himself breach the opening. He edged in slowly, pausing to allow Ron
to adjust to the invader. Draco cried out when he was fully imbedded, his
balls striking Ron's ass.

Ron senses overloaded. He threw his head back, moaning with abandon, pulling
hard on his throbbing cock. When Draco began thrusting, first agonizingly
slow, then faster and harder, Ron lifted his hips, pushing Draco deeper,
urging him on with moans of "More." And when Draco wrapped his own hand
around Ron's erection, stroking it in firmly, Ron knew his peak was near. He
wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, feeling his cock spasm and empty
itself on his chest. His muscle tightened, bringing Draco to his own
screaming climax.

Draco collapsed on top of Ron, kissing and nuzzling his neck, trying to calm
the heartbeat thundering in his ears. He withdrew slowly, collapsing beside
Ron on their tumble of discarded clothing.

"What did we just do?" Ron asked, turning to face Draco.

"Please don't tell me I have to explain this to you."

"I'm serious, Draco." Ron's eyes clouded over, and he was trying not to cry.
"We've gone from being mortal enemies to lovers in only a few days. You're
my first. I already told you that." Draco nodded. "So now what? Were you
just screwing with my head so you could screw me? Am I just another
Slytherin conquest?"

"What exactly is it you want?"

"I don't know. I want you, I think. I mean, we've been together for about
30 minutes now and haven't tried to kill each other. That's got to be a good
thing," Ron chuckled, trying to lighten the mood and help him organize his
thoughts. Just what did he want from Draco? Could he expect some commit
from the boy who had been his enemy for so many years after an afternoon
shag, even if it was Draco who had initiated their first kiss? "Look. This
is our last year at Hogwart's. Who knows what happens after. But, for now,
I think we should try this." Ron paused expectantly. Seconds ticked past
like an eternity. Unable to read Draco's expression, Ron prompted, "What
about you? What do you want?"

The blonde sighed deeply, stood and stretched. "I want a shower." He
pointed to Ron. "You're lying on my shirt."

Ron rolled to his right as Draco yanked the shirt from under him. He sat up,
pulled his knees up to his chest, and wrapped his arms tightly around them,
watching in silence as Draco dressed and left the clearing without a backward
glance. Ron tried to keep the white t-shirt in view as it crossed the meadow
back to the school, but the falling tears obscured his vision, and he quietly
cursed the retreating figure, "Liar. It did hurt."


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