Weasley is My King

Weasley is My King.

"What do you want Malfoy?"

"Just a little chat, Weasley, but I'd like it if we were alone"

And that's how it all started. Ron and Draco had gotten into a bit of a disagreement earlier.

"How about in the forest then? Is midnight alright?" Ron questioned nonchalantly. Draco cringed at the thought of the forest.

"There will be no one else to save your ass Weasley, this is an affair that involves just the two of us," Malfoy said glairing at Harry.

They met later on that night as planned. Ron was very nervous; he tried to prepare for the worst, but he could never have prepared for this.

Malfoy was on his knees in a potato sack. As soon as he saw Ron, he crawled over and took off Ron's shoes. Half surprised, half hopeful, Ron stared down at Malfoy, frozen. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the forest, he saw there was something written on his forehead in red ink. It read, "WEASLEY IS MY KING." When he looked closer he saw that it wasn't ink, it was blood.

Malfoy took off Ron's socks. This seemed to magically thaw Ron because he suddenly said, "What in bloody hell are you doing?!" Draco bent down and kissed his toes for a minute (Ron again staring in awe), stood up, and just barely whispered in his ear, "Weasley really is my king."

Draco pulled away, but only a few centimeters, so that they were looking strait into each other's eyes.

Ron had always noticed the snowy white colour of Draco's soft powder skin. This was finally his chance; he was able to stroke his beautiful skin, to run his fingers through Draco's soft white feathers on his head, and to kiss him passionately where ever he fancied.

So Ron pulled him in for a kiss. Although the kiss was steamy, it shot shivers through both their bodies. It lasted what seemed like forever. Finally, Draco pulled away. He pulled off Ron's shirt and untied his own potato sack. Ron undid his pants and soon they were both stark naked. Draco pulled Ron to the dirt floor and they looked into each other's icy blue eyes, and dove in for another passionate kiss. They embraced each other for a long time.

These encounters continued with the help of a stolen invisibility cloak. They shared deep secrets, ambitions, and hatreds. They gained each other's trust. They shot smiles at each other from across room, mouthed "I love you" to each other between classes, snogged occasionally in dark corridors, and had inside jokes that continuously had them laughing at classmates, professors, and even friends. Although they were mad about each other, they tried to take the relationship slow.

One normal day, Ron told Draco that there was a place that they could be alone. Really, definitely alone. They left, at midnight, as usual. Ron found a long tree limb from the forest; went up to the whomping willow, and took Draco to the shrieking shack.

Once there, they soon found themselves naked in the room where Ron's rat had transformed into a human. This was what they had both secretly dreamed of for the past 5 years. They were going to make love. It was by far the happiest (and most pleasurable) moment of both their lives; so much that they had had another go at it. In the heat of the moment, they did not hear the footsteps. In burst a giggly half naked couple holding hands. The couple? Ginny and Hermione.