In Bright Light

In Bright Light

Ron was heading in the direction of his friends, when somebody brushed against his shoulder. Trying not to give the other boy too much obvious attention, he didn't turn, but merely slowed down, as a whisper reached his ears.

"I was just thinking... everybody is here," the voice came softly, as Draco bent down, apparently to brush some dirt of his polished black shoes.

Ron's thinking was fast. "Follow me," he said silently for only Draco to hear, their hidden conversation drowned out by the general buzz in the Great Hall. All that had happened in mere seconds, allowing Ron to alter his way, as if he had just remembered something, without gaining any attention. He made his way out of the hall, glad that Harry and Hermione hadn't yet seen him come. He would think later about what to tell them about why he didn't turn up.

He rounded a corner and the noise of the hall dimmed. A soft sigh escaped him, as he leaned back against the wall waiting. Draco wouldn't follow him immediately - he knew better than to do so. Maybe he would make sure to be seen and remembered by some of the students and at least one teacher, before he left. A slightly numb feeling settled in Ron's chest. It was a well known one, one he felt often these days - one that was only driven away by...

He tensed as steps approached audibly. And suddenly numbness changed to suppressed excitement, as Draco stood in front of him. No words. Immediate passion. Draco drew close and the redhead slung his arms around the Slytherin's neck, claiming him with arms and lips and tongue. Their lips met, soft and warm and moist. Draco's hand vanished in Ron's hair, gentleness forlorn in a moment of pure passion, as he pulled Ron's head back, bringing it into position. He pulled away and tasted the smoothness of Ron's skin at the curve of his neck, pulling the collar down with his right hand - the one that wasn't buried in soft, red hair. His eyes closed Draco bit down hard with his lips. Ron suppressed a moan, yet Draco could still feel it in the slight arching and tensing of the other boy's body against his. He knew the spot at Ron's neck only to well. He knew it by taste and by the exact feeling of it against his lips - he found it blindly. It was the sensitive spot, where Ron would immediately answer to his touch and Draco knew it grew more and more sensitive each time they...

"Draco, wait," Ron brought out between tight lips. Draco ran one hand down his back about to pull his shirt out of his waistband. He pulled away from the would-be G-spot at Ron's neck, and looked up at him, smiling. He lay his lips gently against their counterparts, feeling his lover's smile. "Wait," Ron tried to repeat, but the moment his lips parted, Draco's tongue inevitably slid in. Ron yielded to thekiss, not able to pull back, as he was practically caught between Draco and the wall. One hand loosening slowly from its place around Draco's neck, it slowly slithered up into the blond's hair. The second, however, his hand had a good grip, he pulled Draco's head back hard, gaining a soft hiss of pain from the other. Ron grinned an edge of lustful malice to the corner of is mouth. "I said, wait!" he repeated firmly in a low voice, that barely hid a playful warning. The numb tingling in Ron's stomach had returned with a slightly nauseating quality during their little interlude in the open corridor. When Draco made no attempt to disobey, he released his grip on Draco's hair and the tension flooded out of the Slytherin's features. Ron took his hand. "Come."

They made their way further away from the noise and away from the danger of being detected. Their feet were led by costume as much as fervour, as they made their way to a room in the northern dungeons. Here it was cool, despite of the nearing summer break.

As Draco closed the door behind them, the room fell into total darkness. Ron let go of his hand and took some well measurd steps backwards, creating a distance between them. Sneaking their way down here had curiously intensified the feeling, but now it added to the slightly hurtful excitement, which filled him, instead of dulling it. The worry, the danger and... this feeling were as much part of their game, as their love, their longing and their lovemaking.

Closing the door, Draco leaned against it, one brow arched gracefully - a facial expression getting lost in the complete darkness of the windowless room. "And?"

"And... what?" Ron asked back into the blackness, taking one further step backwards until he felt the old couch behind him.

With an almost lazy gesture Draco swept out his wand and lit vars candles along the walls. The flames created an insubstantial light and threw a carpet of different shades of semi-darkness over the room and everything and everyone inside it. Conscious of Draco's eyes upon him, Ron sat back neatly on the couch, his hands folded in his lap.

Draco allowed his eyes to linger on the boy in front of him, sure that they gave nothing of his thoughts away. Ron was beautiful. Draco never told him so. You didn't call boys beautiful. They were handsome. But to him Ron was beyond that - beyond anything a word like 'handsome' could describe. There was nothing to it - Ron was simply beautiful and right now Draco wondered, whether he ever made him feel so.

Ron extended one hand towards his silent lover. What was he thinking? He wanted to pull him out of his reveries, whichever they were. He wanted to sooth his troubled soul. Draco came closer. Someone had once said that the body could only be healed by means of the soul and the soul... well... As soon as the blond was within reach, Ron pulled him close and onto the couch next to him. "And what?" he echoed meaninglessly, sending a ripple through theilence without breaking it. Then he pressed his lips gently against Draco's. He bit the other boy's lower lip with both of his own and sucked it teasingly. Within moments they resumed their former game, as if that inconvenient but necessary break had never been.

They could hear the sound of the feast above them. The first midsummer feast Hogwarts had held in years. Hidden in the cool, dim dungeon the two boys celebrated their very own midsummer's night.

Draco wanted to take it slow. Taking it slow, he could celebrate his prince, make him feel beautiful. Neither of them had much experience when it came to this. In many ways they were each others first both having had only girls before.

Having had... Had...<>...

Ron tried to push the thought of their betrayal aside and the upcoming idea of the awkwardness of it all. Never before Draco had he thought about...

The other boy's hair felt soft to Ron's touch.

Draco could have the exterior of an angel and Ron knew he opened this view only to him. Sometimes when they loved, Ron would forget everything around him. There was a special ease at being with Draco. Ron didn't regard himself as a really good person and with Draco he hadn't to pretend to be better than he actually was - or thought he was....

Draco fumbled with the upper button of Ron's shirt. The Gryffindor smiled with his lips against the curve of his neck. It had taken Draco quite long this time!

And the fact that Draco wasn't either, the fact that they had experienced the same negative feelings - feelings that had and will forever have flawed them - made him so much more desirable in Ron's eyes.

The Slytherin pulled the unbuttoned shirt off of Ron's body and covered the naked skin with his kisses. Sensitised by Draco's gentle manner, Ron moaned softly as the other stuck the tip of his tongue into his bellybutton. Normally there was no surrendering when they loved, but right now Ron felt blissfully tamed. Longing for as much of Draco as he could get, he tenderly put one finger under the blonds chin and led the surprised looking boy upwards, so he could take of his shirt.

Not only in the past had Ron seen Draco's less pleasant sides. He was a gentle lover, but one who hadn't had the advantage of an all too loving family. Ron always wondered how Draco had ever learned a healthy relation to bodily contact. He had been a little... clumsy at the beginning, but so had Ron himself. Ron, however, would have expected him to be awkward with touches. He had been utterly impressed by Draco's gentleness. There must be so much love hidden away in the delicate little seeker....

Without actually realising, Ron had taken over the lead. Kissing the sitting boy on the chest, he skilfully opened the button of Draco's trousers. He let his hands trail down the smooth, pale skin of his chest, reaching the path just beneath his bellybutton that led downwards on a trail of soft, light-blond hair.

But as it lay in his nature, Draco could also be cruel - intentionally and unintentionally. Often his cruelty was protective, him desperately trying to keep on his mask, but sometimes...

Draco ran his hands up and down Ron's back, as Ron tugged on the waistband of Draco's underwear. He saw something pressing against it from the other side. It made him grin and stirred his lust. As Draco lay back on the couch with Ron half-lying on him, the redhead put one hand under the other boy's back signalising him to heave his pelvis.

Moreover, however, Ron wondered how a boy, who grew up in such a biased environment could deal with... this.

noring the urge to let go off his senses completely as Draco's body arched against his, Ron skilfully pulled down first the trousers, then the underwear. The blond kicked them both off and away.

Ron still felt in a strange way guilty about this. Damn! He couldn't even name it! He felt somehow at fault about making out with another boy. And Draco, Draco didn't seem to bother at all! Maybe the Slytherin wasn't capable of feeling guilt. Maybe he regarded everything he did as right and above judgement, or maybe...

Ron went down on Draco. In this game giving was as pleasurable as taking. He felt his arousal rise, as he -

Just then the door burst open.

"Lumos!"

Ron shielded his eyes against the sudden bright light. His heart seemed to have stopped. He scrambled away from Draco, who groped for the first piece of fabric he found to cover his lap as he too sat upright. As his eyes adjusted to the light, horror had a new impact on Ron, as he saw Severus Snape standing in the doorframe, looking as utterly bewildered as Ron felt shocked. He glanced over at Draco to see that even he had the grace to look at least slightly horror-struck, but the look ceased quickly. Ron felt an almost painful blush creep over his face. Never in his life had he felt so embarrassed.

Snape entered and closed the door behind him. "I noticed your absence, Mister Malfoy," he said, a note of disgust in his voice he had never before direed at his favourite student. "As your Head of house, I felt obliged to look for you. Had I known, however..." He paused and allowed his eyes to drift for a moment over to the half-naked Gryffindor boy. "I never would have thought you could sink so low, Mister Malfoy. I thought you had at least some taste."

"Will... are we facing expulsion?" Draco stammered a trace of fear in his voice, which Ron hadn't detected in his eyes.

Ron couldn't think clearly anymore. Tears were burning just behind his eyes. He was only vaguely aware of Draco draping his cloak somehow around his waist and fumbling in the drapes of the fabric.

"I will go now to call the headmaster and Profess McGonagall," Snape went forth as if Draco hadn't spoken.

"So you haven't yet told anyone?" Draco asked in that same fearful voice.

"No, you foolish boy," the Professor burst out in what seemed like sudden fury, "I wasn't expecting to find you here like this. Do you actually know that -"

"Good," Draco interrupted in a firm voice. He stood up and within split seconds pulled his wand and directed it at the surprised professor's face. "Obliviate!" he cried. Snape was hit full blast and slumped down against the wall.

"Come," Draco said gently to Ron, offering one hand to help him up. Tears were silently streaking down the Gryffindor's face. His eyes were still wide with shock. He looked from Draco's hand over to the teacher and then back at Draco, wiping his tears almost violently away. He felt he couldn't take Draco's hand right now and, being furious at himself for not taking it at the same time, stood up on his own. The blond let his offered hand sink with a slightly wondering expression on his face. "Fine," he said and started to get clothed.

Ron picked up his shirt and put it on. He still wiped his face in an angry fashion now and then, as he watched Draco, who, having been fully naked, needed longer to get fully dressed. Ron wandered around the room for a moment and stood before a cracked mirror at the far end of the room. Fortunately he didn't look like he had cried, but the knowledge of it drove a new blush of shame to his cheeks, as he looked at his reflection. Anger and embarrassment welt up in him as he thought about his weak behaviour. He should have...

He looked over at Draco again, who stood at the door looking unmoved and beautiful. He was ready to go. Ron crossed the room. Why had he been so ashamed, when Snape had entered? He couldn't be ashamed of a love that felt so right! He wouldn't allow himself to be. That shame he had felt was really the only thing to feel ashamed for.

Firmly Ron took Draco's outstretched hand and with one last glance at the still unconscious teacher, they left the dungeons. They made their way upstairs past the Great Hall, where the feast had already ended. At the stairs up to Gryffindor Tower they came to a halt.

"Draco?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Ron murmured. He wanted his voice to be firm, strong and confident, but...

"I know," Draco replied gently.

"No, I mean -"

"There you are, Ron," a voice came suddenly from the direction of the stairs. It was Seamus Finnigan. "We've been searching for you all over. We - Ron, what...?&rdq His eyes had fallen on Draco's hand still entwined with Ron's. He pulled a face in what seemed like mild disgust, if not at least a great lack of understanding. "What does that mean?"

Ron looked from Seamus to Draco. "Draco, I meant it, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was ashamed," he said, as if Seamus wasn't there, "I shouldn't be." And with that he pulled the other boy close and kissed him hard. He ignored the tingling sensation about being watched, which settled nastily in his stomach. He also ignored Seamus's silent 'Eww'.

Draco kissed him back somewhat surprised, yet pulled away after some moments. For the second time that night, he pulled out his wand to cast the Memory Charm. Seamus sank to the floor. Draco put away his wand and turned to Ron.

"You don't have to prove anything to me," he said, a note of lecturing in his voice, "We both have to familiarise with this."

"But -"

Draco passed one finger over Ron's lips. "Shush. He'll wake up any time now. I didn't give him the full blast." He leaned in and kissed Ron warmly on the lips. "Good night, Ron," he said. "See you tomorrow."

Ron watched the Slytherin walk away, now and then seeing him clearly silhouetted against the moonlight, as he passed a window. He felt confused. Suddenly a moan pulled him out of his reverie. He turned around to find Seamus slowly opening his eyes.

"Come, Seamus," Ron said, offering him his hand.

"What happened?" Seamus asked, rubbing a slight bump on his head.

"I don't know, Seamus. I really don't know."

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