In Denial

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Title: In Denial
Author: SecretlyPadfoot
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Summery: Ron Weasley is gay and everyone knows.  Draco Malfoy is gay and he is in denial.
Warnings: Sad ending.  Sorry, they boys were stubborn.
A/N: Written for Lokifan's birthday today.  It's not my best work, and it could use some more work, but I lack time and motivation.  So I hope it's good enough for you Loki!  And many thanks to ElaineMalfoy for the beta work.  
Disclaimer: I did not create these characters.  I just create the scenarios and the dirty things they do. 

 

 

Draco Malfoy was not staring at Ron Weasley.  Nor was he thinking just how amazing Weasley looked beneath those robes.  No.  That was wrong, and immoral, and not a pureblood thing to do.

 

These were the kind of things that Draco had to keep telling himself every day, all day.  These thoughts were wrong, disgusting, and completely unethical.  So what if Weasley was gay? He sure as hell wasn’t.

 

Everyone knew Weasley was gay, and no one gave a damn.  But if Draco were to say he was, the world would come crashing down.  His parents would disown him; he’d lose his wealth, his status, and his friends.  Everything.

 

So it was best that he stopped bloody staring at Weasley right now and get on with his day. 

 

His day  progressed well as far as days go.  He got an E on his Transfiguration essay, received a package of sweets from home, and had a fabulous Quidditch practice-- which, he was sure, proved that they were going to thrash the Ravenclaw team in the next match.

 

But Draco’s day took a turn for the worst when he entered the prefects’ bathroom for a quick piss.  There was Ron Weasley, standing in front of a urinal. 

 

Draco worked up a scowl, ignoring the sudden feeling of lust, and went over to another urinal. 

 

“No peeking, Weasley,” he sneered, as he stepped up to the urinal.

 

Weasley glared back as he flushed the urinal and zipped his fly.  If anything, it was Draco who took the peek. 

 

“Leaving so soon, faggot?”  He called out as the red head made to leave the restroom. 

 

Weasley stopped and turned on his heel, “Do you have a problem, Malfoy?” 

 

“Yeah, I do.” Draco stalked over and gave Weasley a shove.  How could he just prance around with no care in the world?  It was unfair.  It shouldn’t be easy to prance around and be gay. 

 

Weasley was quick to shove him back.  “You really want to start something?” Ron shouted, pushing Draco and causing him to stumble a couple steps.

 

“Yeah, maybe I do!” Draco pushed back, anger overwhelming him. 

 

He found himself quickly pinned up against the brick wall, his head hitting it hard with a crack. 

 

“What is your problem, Malfoy?  Have something against gays?” 

 

Draco found himself short of breath.  He was so close to Weasley that he could feel his hot breath on him.  The feelings he had been trying to push down suddenly rushed up like vomit. 

 

Without warning, he found himself leaning forward, lips reaching for an unknown destination. 

 

Soft lips met his, and, oh, it was the sweetest thing in the world.  Draco suddenly felt very hot. 

 

“What the fuck?” Weasley panted, stepping back, looking to Draco for an answer.

 

But Draco didn’t have one.  His mind was screaming at him to do one thing, but his body was begging for another.  Without a word, Draco grabbed the front of Weasley’s’s robes and pulled him in for another kiss. 

 

For one brief moment, he feared rejection, but that was fear was soon throttled when Weasley’s tongue quickly pushed past his lips and claimed his mouth. 

 

Draco found himself moaning into Weasley’s mouth and suddenly Weasley’s large hands were on him, pulling him closer. 

 

He pulled back with a gasp as he felt the hardness press against his thigh.  He looked at Weasley, the lust in his eyes as he stared right back and he had to wonder if Weasley had wanted this as long as he did.

 

Weasley licked his lips and Draco couldn’t resist and he had to kiss those lips again. 

 

This kiss was even better than the last and Draco found himself suddenly getting hard himself, his hips bucking without his consent.

 

Weasley’s hands were on him in an instant, pushing past his robes, and dipping into his trousers. 

 

Draco’s head fell back and his jaw dropped.  He must have looked like an idiot, but he didn’t giving a flying fuck.  Weasley’s hands were on him and they felt incredible. 

 

He heard the zip go down and it made him moan all that much louder.  Now Weasley’s hands were taking hold of his hard cock. 

 

“Fuck, Weasley…” he breathed as that hand began to pump him, hot lips on his neck and shoulders.  Oh sweet Merlin, he had never experienced anything so incredible.

 

Weasley  barely made a sound, but when his other hand reached down and undid his own fly, pulling out his own hard cock, he let out the sexiest growl Draco had ever heard. 

 

Suddenly Weasley’s cock was rubbing up against his and neither boy could help the cry that escaped them. 

 

Draco braised himself on Weasley’s shoulders to keep his balance, as those large hands pumped the both of them hard and fast. 

 

Draco was thrusting, Weasley was thrusting, both of them were groaning.  Oh Merlin, he was going to come!

 

“Malfoy…”  Weasley groaned through his teeth and Draco came undone. 

 

He came hard and all over Weasley, who didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass.  His hand moved faster and he pulled Draco in for another kiss. 

 

He felt Weasley stiffen, felt him come just as hard as he had. 

 

They stayed there, just like that with cum all over Weasley’s hand and their robes.

 

With a sigh, Weasley stepped back and pulled out his wand. With a wave the evidence was gone. 

 

Draco suddenly felt sick.  What had he done?  He quickly tucked himself away and pushed past Weasley. 

 

“Keep your hands to yourself, Weasley,” he snarled, still out of breath.

 

“What?” Weasley asked with a disbelieving chuckle.

 

“Don’t know what you were thinking, faggot, but I’m not gay. And if you ever come near me again, I’ll hex your balls off.”

 

  The redhead stared back at him disbelieving, “After what we just did?” 

 

“And if you tell anyone…” Draco growled letting his threat hang in the air.

 

Weasley scoffed. “Don’t worry, Malfoy, I won’t.”  He turned to leave, at the door turning back to Draco. “You really hate yourself, don’t you?” 

 

And then he was gone, leaving Draco all alone. 

 

He didn’t know what to think anymore. 

 

Comments

[denise0949.livejournal.com]

*tear* Poor Draco! Sounds like being indenial sucks. This was a great telling of this situation!

[secretlypadfoot.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you, dear. It'll just be awhile before they both say screw the world, and screw one another. :}

[secretsalex.livejournal.com]

Hot and sad. I think what bums me out the most is that this seems so in character for Draco. Poor baby.

[secretlypadfoot.livejournal.com]

Yes, well we can only hope that Draco will come around.
Thanks for commenting.