Ron slept for most of the afternoon when they returned to Hogwarts. He was emotionally exhausted. He woke as the afternoon sun filtered through the curtains and warmed the bed. He stretched, and encountered a body next to him.

"Morning, sunshine," said Draco, putting down the book he was reading. "I was beginning to think that you were going to sleep the whole day away."

"What time is it?"

"About 4 o'clock." Draco slipped down the bed and slid a hand across Ron's stomach. "I have asked the house elves to bring dinner to the common room at 6, earning a very knowing look from them and an assurance that they would only serve dishes that would keep if not eaten immediately."

"My reputation-" mourned Ron, turning into Draco's body and hooking a long leg over his hips.

"Do you care?"

"Not a bit." Ron kissed Draco's forehead. "But I am definitely going to kill Harry and Hermione."

"What will your parents say?"

"Probably, 'about time you settled down,' and 'bring him round for dinner!'"

"They won¡¯t mind?"

"I doubt it."

"Even though it's me?"

"Did my father ever behave rudely to you at the Ministry?"

"No."

"Well, then, don't worry. Kiss me instead." Draco hastened to comply, and soon their lips were plastered together. Ron threaded his hands in Draco's hair and deepened the kiss. Draco unbuttoned Ron's shirt with one hand, and started to wrestle him out of it. Ron laughed at Draco's impatience.

"I must have been asleep for a long time for you to have worked yourself up into this much of a frenzy."

"Yeah, I've been dying to pounce on you all afternoon."

"I never thought you capable of such restraint."

"Malfoys are masters of delayed gratification."

"I suppose that is what gives you such sharp tongues."

"I'll show you a sharp tongue."

"Do that again."

Draco flicked his tongue over Ron's nipple again before capturing it in his teeth and tugging. Ron gasped.

"Those nipple clamps are going to come in handy," said Draco with an evil smile. Ron smirked back and pulled Draco over to lie on top of him. He tugged Draco¡¯s shirt up and ran his fingernails up Draco's back before pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it away. Draco leaned down to kiss him and their lips met hot and fierce. Ron nipped at Draco's lower lip then soothed it with his tongue before plunging in to explore his mouth again. Ron rocked his hips against Draco and ran his hands up the backs of his thighs and over his arse, kneading and stroking. His hands drifted down again; then up the front of Draco's jeans to unbutton them. His hand slipped inside and stroked Draco's erection through his cotton boxers. Draco gave a little moan, and sucked on Ron's neck. Ron changed grips, slipping his hand inside Draco's boxers, and fisted it harder. Draco breathed harder and dug his fingernails into Ron's shoulders. Suddenly, Ron turned them over, and sat up on his knees between Draco's thighs. He slowly unbuttoned his own jeans and pushed them down. He stood up on the bed, and his head brushed the canopy. Draco raised himself on his elbows to look up at him, and thought he looked magnificent. Ron was firm and muscled, but lean, and the dying sun showed off his red-gold perfection. He slowly slid his jeans off, and kicked them off the bed. He then removed his briefs equally slowly, pausing to play with his erection on the way. Draco sat up and leaned forward. His head was on a perfect height to lick the head of Ron's cock, and he took advantage of it. Ron tasted salty and sweaty and hot, and Draco nibbled from root to tip. Ron's knees started to buckle, and he moaned gently. Draco pulled him down to the mattress again. Ron pulled Draco's jeans and boxers off hastily.

"Now who's impatient?" teased Draco.

"Anyone would think you weren't eager to have me do this," replied Ron, and lowered his head to suck Draco's cock into his mouth. Draco's eyes glazed a little and he moaned.

"Oh, I never want you to think that," he said breathlessly, twisting his hands in Ron's hair and thrusting upwards a little. Ron sucked hard and chuckled round his mouthful of Draco. "I like this a lot. Who would have thought that someone as inarticulate as you at school would turn out to have such a talented mouth in bed?"

"I certainly did not ever expect to have to give a Malfoy lessons in how to be a cocksucker." Draco just hissed and thrust his head back down.

"Shut up and do some more." Ron sucked hard a few more times, cupping Draco's balls with his fingers and gently running his fingertips over them. Draco shivered and whimpered. Ron pulled back a little.

"Who's going on top?" he inquired, politely. Draco looked down at his hot eyes and wet, red mouth and groaned.

"Fucking Merlin, you- You're a Weasley, now lick some Malfoy arse." Ron just chuckled.

"For once it is a pleasure to obey you."

"Shut up." Draco ran his hands back into Ron's hair and pushed his face back down. He lifted his legs for better access, and Ron ran his tongue gently over Draco's hot opening. Draco bucked up, and Ron teased him for a minute, before sliding one slick finger into him. Draco moaned and wriggled, all the better to impale himself. Ron slid his mouth back up to Draco's cock and sucked him deep. Draco was making little gasps and squeaks, and Ron slid another finger in. He worked his fingers inside, and stroked against Draco's prostrate. Draco tensed and thrust down on his fingers, gasping out barely coherent demands for more.

"Lubricant," ground out Ron, impatient to be inside Draco's hot body. He drew his fingers away and reached into the bedside cabinet, fumbling for a tube. Draco slid down Ron's body and sucked his cock. Ron groaned and momentarily forgot his mission. He came back armed with lubricant and condoms.

"Do we need these?" he asked.

"I'm clean," panted Draco, wriggling back up the bed and wantonly displaying himself for Ron.

"Me too. It's always good to ask." He opened the tube of lubricant and set to work again. His fingers slid in and out of Draco, stretching, always rubbing against his prostrate on the in stroke. Draco held his legs up and thrust down onto Ron's fingers.

"Now," he gasped. Ron teasingly rubbed his fingers just inside Draco again. "Now!" demanded Draco, reaching out to pull Ron into position. Ron slid gently inside Draco, taking his time and letting Draco adjust to him. Draco's legs wrapped high around Ron's waist, and he reached down over them to stroke Ron's arse and encourage him to move. Soon enough, Draco was running his own fingers over Ron's entrance as Ron thrust into him. Ron was driven wild by the sight of Draco beneath him, with his hair tousled and his eyes nearly closed. Draco threw his head back and moaned, and Ron lowered his head to bite and suck Draco's neck. Draco was hot around him, bucking and moaning and urging Ron to go faster. Ron could feel Draco getting close, and reached a hand down to grasp Draco's cock. He stroked it hard, and felt Draco tense up, thrusting wildly under him. Draco nearly screamed as he came, fingers scratching furrows down Ron's back. Ron felt his own climax building, and thrust one last time into Draco, biting hard into his throat. They slumped, exhausted, on the sweaty sheets, and let their bodies cool and their hearts slow.

They drifted back to earth slowly, Draco tracing circles on Ron's back and Ron running his fingers up and down one of Draco's arms. Draco was the first to speak.

"I could get used to that," he said in satisfaction. Ron sighed his agreement into Draco's neck. "What happens after the holidays?"

"I'm going back to Steeple College to do my masters. Dumbledore has offered me a part-time position here doing some of Hagrid's duties while he continues studying, so I'll have free board and food. What about you?"

"I'll be at Steeple College doing my masters too.¡± He sighed happily. "We'll be able to see each other easily and stuff." Ron snorted.

"You're such a romantic."

"Nonsense," protested Draco, though his face was pink. He stretched and looked at the clock on the table. "We just have time for a quick shower before the house elves bring dinner."

"We should get up then," agreed Ron. "We don't want to seem any more debauched than we already do."

They untangled themselves from the sheets and showered together, then dressed unhurriedly and wandered downstairs. They found the food had just arrived, delivered by a couple of wide-eyed house elves who stole surreptitious glances at Draco's neck and scuttled out nervously. Draco looked in the mirror and then turned to Ron accusingly.

"We don't want to seem any more debauched than we already do? Who are you kidding?"

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