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"You've been love-potioned!"
Hermione yells at him, furious. Ron just stares at her, still feeling a bit woozy after he snapped out of it. Harry was beside Hermione, arms crossed, he looked tired, really tired. Lavender's been using the amortentia on him, Ron finally realized.
"What?" Ron says in complete disbelief, clutching his forehead. "I'm sorry--did I do anything really bad when I was under?" He mumbled.
"You've been horribly blinded, that's what." Harry replied, sighing. "Irrational, and whatever else." He said. Hermione glanced at him incredulously.
"You aren't completely innocent in this, either." Hermione accuses. "You've been following Malfoy around like a puppy! You have the guts to call Ron irrational, and blinded, when that's what you've been acting like since that encounter with the Slytherins on the train."
Harry immediately shut up. Ron looked between them both, going back and forth. Harry's weird obsession with Malfoy, and Hermione stressing about Ron being put under a love spell. Sixth year was already a big mess. Ron glanced at the small bottle that rolled down to the floor.
The antidote that Slughorn gave him. Stupid him, eating those chocolates. Ron felt his cheeks flare red as he recalled all the embarrassing things he had done while under the love potion. He broke it off with Lavender earlier, and she was so... horribly upset. Who wouldn't be? Ron felt like a complete dolt for putting himself in a situation like this.
Ron buried his face in his palms, groaning. Can't he just wipe this from his memory? While Harry tried to reason with Hermione about his obsession with Malfoy, Ron drifted away to his own thoughts.
The thought of someone actually liking him made him act stupid, and he even broke her heart in the end. Soon, he got up, and left the dorm room. Hermione yelled after him, and Harry even chased after him.
"I just need some air, mate." Ron said, the moment Harry opened the door, prepared to run after him. Ron looked back, meeting Harry's emerald eyes. "I'll be back in a bit, don't wait up for me."
Harry paused, then reluctantly nodded. "Alright. Be safe." He said, before walking back inside and shutting the door. From behind the door, Ron could hear Hermione's muffled words. She was still mad. He should give her time to cool off.
Ron pushed a stray part of his hair back against his ear and walked down the Gryffindor common room. Dean and Seamus were there, in a pretty compromising position. Seamus, backed against the wall, and Dean, dangerously close to Seamus' face. For a minute, the three of them just stared at each other.
After a few seconds passed, Ron shrugged and headed for the door. "Just a bit of advice," He turned to his two roommates, who were flustered at being caught. "Don't do it in the common room. I'm sure Harry will understand if you ask him to leave the room for a few minutes--or hours."
"I--" Seamus' throat went dry. He pushed Dean off himself. "It's not what it looks like." He said, and Dean looked hurt.
Oh. Did Seamus think he was against same-sex relationships? His brother, Percy, had a boyfriend, the former captain of Gryffindor's quidditch team, and Ron's known that for quite some time now.
"Before Dean bursts into tears, I support you guys." Ron stated. Making them both flinch. "Just tell Harry to leave first, then continue your business in there, you wouldn't want anyone else walking in here and seeing you guys, right?"
Seamus finally gave in. "Right... sorry, that you had to see that." He replied, face flushed red. Dean looked relieved, but he and Seamus definitely had a lot to be talking about after that.
Ron nodded and left. Good luck to those two, however their relationship will end up. It might be a bit annoying if they decide to snog in the dorms all night long, or worse. He yawned and headed for the astronomy tower, the one place that he went to almost every time he needed to clear his head.
He probably shouldn't even be here, 'cause of curfew. But who cares? He had just embarrassed himself completely for weeks, and Ron didn't know how to move past it.
And regarding Harry's whole obsession with Malfoy, it started since the train incident. And Harry kept trying to tell them that Malfoy was marked, and was with Voldemort, but they just wanted to go through sixth year without anymore problems. Especially with the whole Umbridge thing last year, then Cedric.
Hermione was convinced Harry was being paranoid, and honestly? So was he. Ron dug his elbows on the railing and rested his face in his hands. The moon was shining down on him, which was his favorite part about sneaking off to the Astronomy tower late at night. Ron liked the stars.
Bloody hell.
Peaceful year, where? It was hard getting past last year and the years before that. The twins didn't even finish their time at Hogwarts because of Umbridge, because they couldn't handle the way the younger students were being treated. It was a grand exit, though. And it's great. It should be.
The twins are opening their own shop soon, probably in a month or two. And despite their mother being furious that they chose to leave, she was helping them set up their joke shop down in Diagon Alley. Meanwhile, he couldn't even earn that support. Jealous. He was jealous.
Always the shadow of his siblings, always the average one, because Ron couldn't live up to the standards of his mother. Bill was successful, so was Charlie, Percy doesn't talk to them anymore, but he was working for the ministry, the twins were chaotic but smart, and Ginny was the girl their mother has wanted for so long.
And where did that leave him? Nowhere, of course. Ron felt like a stranger in his own home, with the pictures, and the medals in the burrow and whatnot.
Ron snapped out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps approach from behind him. He turned around and suddenly, he was eye-to-eye with... Zabini? Ron blinked, not sure if he was seeing this scene quite right.
"Uhh, hey?" Ron started, standing awkwardly by the balcony. Zabini was still mostly hidden by the shadows, unmoving, breathing heavily. "Zabini--"
He yelped when Zabini suddenly ran towards him, holding Ron by the neck, then turning him around, slamming Ron against the concrete wall. Ron gasped, struggling to breathe, trying to claw Zabini's hands off him. They were staring at each other.
Zabini didn't look quite like himself, sweat trickling down his forehead, as his eyes looked dazed, and.. something Ron couldn't quite describe. Ron, in contrast, was terrified. Was Zabini going to kill him?!
"Get--off." Ron breathed, his hands tightening its grip around his throat, Zabini's thumbs slowly moving up to his face. Ron continued attempting to push him off, why did this bloke have to be so ridiculously strong?! Ron started punching his chest, but it was like a stone wall.
The next thing that happened was something that he never, in a million lifetimes, expected to happen. Zabini was still choking him, but suddenly, Ron's mouth was... being kissed? His eyes widened as he struggled against his hold.
Oh, merlin.
Sweet, sweet merlin.
Blaise Zabini, one of Malfoy's best friends, probably a death-eater, and a Slytherin, was kissing Ron like his life depended on it. Ron froze for a moment, cheeks flushing as Zabini continued slamming their lips together like a hungry man. When Zabini pulled away, Ron was gasping for air.
His lips were wet, and his heart was pounding loudly against his chest. Ron couldn't believe what just happened, he was so shocked that he momentarily forgot about the hands around his neck. "You..." Ron stuttered. "What are you trying to do?"
Zabini didn't say anything, and instead, kissed Ron's lower lip, it was so soft that Ron almost gave in. His messy, orange hair, was clinging to the sweat on his forehead. And weirdly enough, Ron found himself wanting more.
"You."
Fuck it.
Ron grabbed the back of Zabini's head and smashed their lips together. He heard Zabini chuckle under his breath, before focusing entirely on Ron. It was rough, and clumsy. Their teeth kept colliding, their tongues fighting, and Ron was drunk. He wasn't actually, but it felt like it.
He didn't know when Zabini took his hands off his abused throat and instead, cupped Ron's bottom, sending a jolt down his spine. Zabini hissed and pulled away, leaving Ron disappointed--Zabini started sliding Ron's robes off, and pressed against him, Ron blushed even more when he felt how hard Zabini was.
Ron squeaked, should he..? He ignored Zabini trying to leave marks on his already bruised neck and pushed Zabini against the wall, before he could react, Ron unbuckled Zabini's pants and let his cock spring free. Zabini winced, tangling his fingers around his hair. He's never done something like this before...
He hesitantly started swallowing his length, which made Zabini's cheeks turn a dark shade of red. Ron choked immediately. Yeah, he should try that again in another way. "Slowly." Zabini whispered, making Ron's own cock twitch with how raspy his voice sounded. "Alright?"
Ron nodded, and did just as Zabini said. He started with small licks at the tip, which sent an immediate reaction through Zabini's body, he had a hand slapped on his mouth as Ron continued. Pre-cum started leaking, and Ron licked it. Salty. He slowly took the entire thing in his mouth, he hallowed his cheeks and moaned, sending shivers down Zabini's spine.
He started sucking, mouth full of Zabini. Maybe it was because he spent weeks living a lie, that he was suddenly so eager to be doing this with a man. However, Ron has... never exactly been with a person of the same sex, or ever had sex with anyone. He saw a few pictures from the contraband Charlie left under his bed, but that was it.
Zabini moaned, that must mean he was doing decent, right? Ron laughed, grabbing the back of Zabini's thighs, he pulled away, before taking the whole thing all at once. He coughed a bit, but started going faster, in and out. It wasn't long until Zabini came all over his throat. Ron started wheezing, Zabini bent down and pressed Ron on the ground.
Fuck. They were actually going all the way. And in the Astronomy tower? Zabini nudged his mouth open with a thumb, kissing Ron like a madman. He was sure Zabini could taste himself. Ron wrapped his arms around him, moaning, and grinding against Zabini's cock. Zabini licked his ear and pulled Ron's pants down.
Ron blushed, they were actually doing this. His lower garments were completely shed in the blink of an eye, he felt so ashamed at feeling so exposed, but Zabini pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose as a small comfort. Ron sighed, before his eyes widened when he felt something protrude inside his... that place.
Of course it was down there, how else were two men supposed to have sex with each other? It didn't make what they were doing any less shameful, though.
His hole was being slowly stretched open by Zabini's slender fingers, which made Rin whimper when he added another finger. By then, Ron was shaking, nails digging into Zabini's skin as he worked him open. Rin gasped when Zabini curled his fingers around a certain spot that had him seeing stars. After a bit, Zabini pulled his fingers out, and lined his cock up against his entrance.
Ron grunted. Their hands intertwined as Zabini slowly started pushing in. Ron screamed, but Zabini shut him up with his mouth. It felt like he was being stretched open! He puffed his cheeks and bit Zabini's lower lip as he continued pushing inside. Ron's chest heaved, he glanced down at where they were connected. It looked...
Lewd. He blushed, having to slam a hand over his mouth to keep himself from being too loud. "Relax." Zabini whispered, before finally pushing the entire thing in. How can he relax?! Ron was shaking, scratching Zabini's perfectly sculpted back.
"E-Easy for you to say!" Ron bit back. Zabini started moving, which felt so weird, and unfamiliar. He's never done this before. "Faster." Ron whispered, and Zabini obliged. He started thrusting faster and harder, which made Ron finally come.
His neglected cock was still hard, against his stomach, and white fluids scattered on his body. Ron moaned when Zabini pulled out all the way and came in all at once, he felt extra sensitive after he just came, but Zabini didn't seem to care, he kept slamming his hips into him.
Ron didn't know exactly when he started crying, it was only until Zabini swallowed his tears that he realized. It felt so good, but painful at the same time. Regardless, he didn't tell Zabini to stop, even when his back started aching from being on the ground. His lips were red, and swollen, and he felt so full, down there.
When Zabini finally came inside him, he collapsed on top of Ron. He exhaled heavily. Zabini just.. fell asleep on him. While he was still inside of him. Ron could feel a bit of Zabini's come roll down his hole, but most were being blocked inside because this idiot hasn't pulled out yet.
Ron tried to push him off, but his entire body kept shaking. "Wake.. up." He punched Zabini's arm, but he was dead asleep. Ron groaned loudly, before he finally managed to get Zabini off.
He got up, barely. His legs kept trembling with every step he took. Ron leaned against the wall for support and grabbed his clothes, hastily putting them back on. Shit, he didn't exactly think this through... how was he going to just... leave Zabini here?!
"Merlin..." Ron mumbled, should he... but how would Zabini react if he found out he shagged a Gryffindor?!
Fear took over. Ron threw one of his inner robes over Zabini's body and ran away.
Ron couldn't sleep.
Especially not when that happened last night. He shivered, curling on himself. What even possessed Zabini to suddenly pounce on him? Ron bit down on his lower lip, where he had been kissed senseless by Zabini. It felt like a dream.
But when he returned to the dorms last night and took a good look at himself in the mirror, did he stop thinking it didn't happen, because it did. Dean, Seamus, and Harry were already getting ready. Seamus approached his bed and shook him awake.
"C'mon mate, we have potions first thing." Seamus called out, but when Ron said nothing, his tone turned into one of worry. "Ron? You alright?" Seamus tried to take the blanket off, but Ron stopped him.
"I don't feel well." Ron said in a hoarse voice. "I'll sleep it off, who cares if Snape gets mad that I missed one class." He grumbled.
Harry sighed, pressing his hand on Ron's forehead, immediately quirking a brow. "You aren't hot, maybe it's a headache. I can take you to Madam Pomfrey first."
Dean winced playfully. "Way to put a guy down, Harry." Seamus laughed.
Harry waved his hand. "I didn't mean it like that. But Ron, if you really don't feel well, I'll bring you to the clinic." Ron pulled the covers over his head as well, shaking his head. "Mate."
"It's just a headache." Ron insisted, voice muffled under the covers. "I'll sleep it off"
No one said anything after that, until Harry finally nodded begrudgingly. "I'll check on you again during lunch time." Harry whispered. "Just... stay in bed, don't wander, alright?" Ron hummed in approval, squeezing his eyes shut.
He heard the sound of the door opening then closing. Ron waited a few seconds before he pushed the covers off and sat up, wincing when he put too much pressure down there. Ron was too embarrassed to admit that he was... sore, and that he possibly jacked off one more time in the bathroom because he was still... yeah.
He summoned his wand and locked the door. Ron completely crumbled, since last night, he kept thinking about what happened, and bow stupid he was to go through with it just because he was a bit sad. Ron groaned, falling to the ground in complete horror. How was he supposed to just walk into the great hall and pass by the Slytherin table like nothing happened?!
Ron wasn't that thick-faced. So, what was he supposed to do now? He hooked up with a Slytherin, one of the people Harry was suspecting as a death-eater, a good friend of Malfoy's, he was done for! Ron screamed internally, until he heard a knock at the door.
Was Harry back already?! Ron quickly snatched his blanket and threw it over his body, pushing his hair back in a pathetic attempt to look presentable, then he slowly opened the door. However, it wasn't Harry.
It was worse.
Draco Malfoy was standing in front of his dorm room, looking tired. His eyes scanned Ron's figure before he finally said something. "Blaise wants to talk to you." He said. "Non-negotiable."
Ron felt his heart drop. "If he wants to talk, then he better come here himself." He spat back. Before he realized that facing Zabini isn't something he wants right now. "i... you know what..." Ron stuttered, nothing came out of his mouth, he exhaled and slammed the door in Malfoy's face.
How did Malfoy even get into the Gryffindor dorms?
"Look, Weasley!" Malfoy screamed. "Just talk to him!"
"Fuck off!" Ron yelled back, before locking himself in the bathroom.
It was the next day.
Malfoy finally stopped and eventually left. Harry and Hermione have no idea what happened and genuinely thought he was just feeling under the weather. Hermione was kind enough to hand him her extra notes from the classes he missed, and Harry brought him some porridge from the kitchen.
Ron sighed, stuffing his mouth with the hot soup. Hermione was studying on the ground next to his bed, and Harry was in the bathroom. "Where did you go last night?" Hermione suddenly asked, making Ron accidentally drop his spoon.
"Astronomy tower." He answered, picking the spoon back up. "I go there when I need some air." Ron admitted.
"Mhm." Hermione trailed off. "Do you know how to brew this, yet?" She pointed her quill to a picture of a potion she drew in her textbook. Ron leaned forward and shook his head.
Hermione glanced up at him and instantly dropped her book. "Ron, why is your neck all roughed up?" She whispers. Ron flinched, he looked down and realized the blanket slipped off a little, making some marks visible. He quickly covered it back up and tried to act unbothered.
"What are you talking about?" Ron replied, trying not to let his panic show. "It's just a scratch, I got bitten by a bee." He reasoned. Hermione looked dumbfounded, but eventually let it go. She didn't see enough of it to make another assumption.
Thankfully.