Title: Not Necessarily Wanting Me

Author: Lorien_Eve

Pairings: Harry/Ron, Ron/Draco

Disclaimer: All the characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I dirtied them up a bit, but I promise to have them nice and clean when I give them back.

Spoilers: Everything

Rating: PG - NC-17; this chapter is NC-17.

Feedback: I'd love some!

Summary: Ron's in love with Harry, but he's afraid Harry will never feel the same way. Draco helps him forget - even if it's just for a little bit.

Genre: Romance, a little angst, a little drama

Author's Note: I wrote this story for NaNoWriMo back in November. After I went over my word count of 50,000, I set it aside and worked on some other things. The story isn't finished, but I'm still working on it and I'm a little over halfway done. I wanted to go ahead and post it to hopefully put pressure on myself to finish it. This has *not* been beta-ed. No way would I put my beta through such torture. I've read over it myself, but I know I missed a few things, so please excuse any typos and mistakes. I'm really bad at writing summaries, so don't judge the story by my description of it. It's better than it sounds. Honest.

Ron jetted out of the portrait hole the second he heard the door to the dorms close. If he didn’t hurry, he was going to be late. Thankfully, he only had one floor to go up until he reached the Astronomy Tower. This came in very handy, as he was able to avoid Mrs. Norris.

He stepped onto the stone landing, but the parapet was completely empty. His heart dove disappointedly into his chest. It wasn’t that he had been looking forward to seeing Malfoy - no, that wasn’t the case at all. There had been no anticipation, no anxiety, nothing to make his stomach flutter.

He walked to the edge of the stone battlements and looked out into the sky. Stars shown in various intensities against the obstinate darkness that was threatening to engulf them. He looked down and saw odd lights still lit in the castle, and wondered what they might mean. Evidently, some students, or teachers, were still awake, and doubtlessly participating in something far more interesting than he was.

Chilly hands snaked around his waist, and his breath caught in surprise until he felt a body against him and knew instantly who those arms belonged to.

“Nice that you showed,” drawled the cool voice from behind him.

Ron tried to answer, but he choked on his own words. He was stuttering again, and he knew it.

“I knew you’d…come,” said Draco, sliding his hands up Ron’s chest and skimming over his nipples. “Now let’s get those obstinate clothes off you, shall we?”

Due to the onslaught of Draco’s hands, Ron was forced to turn around. Malfoy was busy with the buttons on his shirt, and didn’t look him in the face. He saw Malfoy, though.

Malfoy wasn’t bad looking. For a pointy faced ferret. Those heavy gray eyes that were so intent on the fabric covering his chest…those pale hands that were busy working at the plastic buttons…that cool mouth bunched up in concentration. No, he wasn’t bad looking at all.

When the last button was undone, Draco pushed the shirt off Ron’s shoulders and immediately placed his mouth over the peaking, brown nipples. The mouth was warm and provided just the right amount of suction. Ron shuddered, but kept his fists at his side, not quite sure how to touch Malfoy.

Draco slid his fingertips between the waistband of Ron’s jeans and the hot, covered skin underneath. “Take these off,” he commanded, once he had released the button and lowered the zipper.

Ron complied instantly, removing his jeans and tossing them away, though he regretted being so obedient so quickly. He shivered slightly in the night air, feeling more exposed than he was comfortable with.

Draco smiled in smug satisfaction. Weasley was standing before him, naked in all the right places, and basically begging to be taken. One knee lowered, he knelted down in front of Ron, placing his tongue flush against the base of the bobbing cock in front of him. In one strategically slow movement, he licked upwards, darting his tongue out to catch the pre-cum leaking from the head.

Ron started down at Draco and a shiver ran though him. He could make out Draco’s form well enough in the starlight and torchlight, and seeing a mouth on his cock was an amazing site. Draco felt the shudder and smiled again, knowing a horny Weasley would give him whatever he wanted.

“Sit down on the ledge,” said Draco.

“Why, so you can push me off?” asked Ron, suddenly becoming irritated and a little worried.

“I’m not going to push you off, Weasley. At least not until I’m done with you. Now sit down.”

Ron sat down on the raised stone ledge, feeling nervous, and gripping the edge of it just in case. Draco parted his knees and stepped between them. He placed his hands under Ron’s upper thighs and lifted them. Ron started losing his balance, and he grabbed desperately for the walls around him. He raised his feet and kicked Draco in the stomach, hurling him backwards.

“What the hell was that for?” yelled Draco, sitting up and smoothing his hair back into place.

“You tried to throw me off, you fucking prat!”

“How thick are you Gryffindors?” snapped Draco. “I was trying to position you. I can’t bloody well fuck you when you’re sitting on your arse.”

Ron saw that Draco had a point, but he still didn’t trust him. “I’ll position my own self, thank you very much,” he spat.

“You really do take all the fun out of this,” sighed Draco. “Fine. Lay on your back and bring your knees up to your chest.”

Wanting to show Malfoy that he wasn’t as inexperienced or intimidated as he actually was, Ron quickly lay down and drew up his knees. It was really a stupid move on his part, because though the raised stone platform he was on was several feet thick, his head was hanging dangerously over the edge of it.

Before he could right himself again, he felt hands on his uncovered thighs once more. With spread fingers, Draco moved downwards, pressing into the delicious curves. He reached Ron’s arse cheeks and spread them slightly, tilting his head to get a better view of the pucker.

“Nice. Very nice,” he laughed to himself.

Between his precarious position and Malfoy’s devouring stare, Ron shifted uncomfortably. Draco noticed his nervousness and said, “Patience. I’m getting there.”

He fished in the pockets of his robes for the lubricant and squeezed it liberally onto his hand. Raising his slick fingers, he wiped them slowly down Ron’s entrance, pushing slightly with the tip of his finger. Ron let out a low moan and bucked his hips, hoping the prodding finger would slide further in. Draco chuckled. Yes, Weasley was very easy.

Draco complied, and pushed his finger forward until it disappeared inside the pink ring. Ron groaned again, and Draco added another finger, moving slowly and coaxing the tight muscles to open.

“I think…I’m…ready.” Ron spoke brokenly, willing the words out.

Draco removed his fingers and unbuttoned his own robes and trousers. His cock was stiff and leaking, and curled up against his stomach. Taking it in his hands, he stroked it a few times, appreciating how he alone knew exactly how to effectively touch himself. After a few pumps, he lowered it and guided it to Ron’s entrance.

Ron closed his eyes and tried to relax as Draco’s hardness pushed against him. He sighed in relief and satisfaction when it had passed the thick, initial barrier. It felt incredible, like always, the pressure and heat and thickness filling his entire lower region. He heard Malfoy gasp, and knew that it was as good for Malfoy as it was for him.

Draco held the backs of Ron’s thighs for leverage and stability. He pulled out slowly, still keeping the head submerged, teasing the sensitive opening. Ron whimpered loudly, and desperately grabbed at inside ledge of his perch. Draco pushed back into him suddenly and forcefully, and he was glad he had been holding on. Without preamble, Draco started thrusting again, though this time it was faster and harder and deeper, and sensations popped and crackled through Ron’s skin so fast he couldn’t register them all. Nothing had ever felt this good, and he never wanted it to stop.

Draco paused his frantic movements in order to catch his breath. He slid his hands around Ron’s smooth arse and up to his balls. The dark sac was tight and heavy, and he rolled it around under the palm of his hand.

“Oh, God…” Ron choked out.

“Liked that, did you?” Draco purred smugly. He took one in each hand, squeezing and kneading them between his fingers, watching Ron’s face contort as he closed his eyes and bit his lip.

Draco looped his arms around Ron’s legs, so that Ron’s ankles were on his shoulders. He had promised the Weasel he wouldn’t let him fall, after all. He didn’t want to join his father in Azkaban for inadvertently pushing someone off a twenty-story tower during sex. Wouldn’t be good for the Malfoy name.

Draco drove into Ron again, burying himself completely in the warm, encompassing heat. He pulled halfway out, but immediately pushed in again, wanting to regain the heat he had just vacated. He thrust again, deep, brushing Ron’s prostate with the tip of his prick, then repeated it, over and over and over, moaning and wanting and aching, and resolutely letting Weasley know that he wouldn’t find this anywhere else.

Ron felt small explosions going off every time Malfoy hit that certain area. It was nothing like masturbating. Touching himself had never felt like this. He leaned his head back, purely focusing on the pleasure spreading through him, and no longer caring that he was dangling from the top of the Astronomy Tower.

The grounds of Hogwarts were turned upside down. The dark sky above him had become an inky, expansive floor, and he thought he could’ve walked out over it and picked the stars up and put them in his pocket. He felt like he was flying, his head spinning from the sheer height and his lungs closing up with the thinning of the atmosphere. He was experiencing a multitude of things he’d never even dreamed about before, and Malfoy’s cock was making all of this possible. He was numb and hurting at the same time, desperate for the detonation of release, fearing that his mind would be erased by a complete, white blankness if he didn’t come soon.

Then the biggest explosion of all went off right in the pit of his stomach. It shot straight to the tip of his cock, where it discharged in bright white sparks, rippling his skin and sending shockwaves coursing through him. He started tensing up, jerking and clawing, riding out the orgasm, not quite believing that he had gotten off without stroking himself.

Draco saw Ron come, and when the sphincter muscles tightened around him, he came, too - powerfully, almost screaming, and filling the boy beneath him with enough fluid that he thought he might pass out from the loss of it. He slid his still aching cock out and lowered Ron’s legs, where he fell between them, exhausted, panting, and unbelievably sated. The side of his face was laying in something warm and sticky, but he didn’t mind. It smelled of sweat and sex and completion, the exact scent that was coming through his pores.

“Fuck…” Ron breathed when he finally remembered how to form words.

Draco didn’t speak - he couldn’t. His body was slack, and his mouth and tongue were limp.

Ron’s legs were cramping, his back was aching and his neck was stiff, though he hadn’t noticed it until now. “Could you, um, get up?” he asked at last.

Draco rose slowly, and with what little strength was left in his arms, he pulled himself up. He fell unceremoniously to the stone floor, where he sat up and tried to regain his composure. Ron walked shakily over to his robes, jeans, and shirt, which had been thrown in various directions. He dressed quietly, not exactly sure what he should say, if anything, to Draco.

“Well, uh, I guess I’ll be seeing you,” he said, as he pulled his arms through the sleeves of his robe. Draco didn’t reply until Ron walked to the staircase.

“Weasley?”

Ron stopped and turned. “Yeah?”

“This is far from over.”

Ron found himself halfway hoping that Malfoy was right. He didn’t necessarily want this, whatever it was, to continue, but he certainly didn’t want it to end. Not yet, anyway.