Updated PartTITLE: Best Sex Ever
AUTHOR: Akutsuin
PAIRING: Ron/Draco
RATING: R
E-MAIL: akutsuin@y...
PART: 1/?
SUMMARY: Some best sex ever leads to something unexpected. *MPREG*Best Sex Ever
by AkutsuinDuring some of the best sex of his life, Draco Malfoy moaned and panted and writhed as a hard cock banged into him. Hands ghosted all over his sweaty body, settling on his hips to drive him down further onto said cock. With a drawn out groan, he was suddenly picked up and laid on his back, giving the other man greater control of their movements.
It was too bad that Draco was so busy with his carnal gymnastics that a certain fact of life escaped him. He was way to busy vying for that gold medal to realize the consequences of today's frolic in the sheets.
"Oh bloody hell, Draco," was hissed in his left ear as the two men reached the pinical of their horizontal exercises.
Shrieking like a cat in heat, Draco came like a fountain, his body twitching in all the right places as the other man rammed in one last time and released his own load.
Draco didn't mind as the other man fell on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress. Well, he didn't mind for all of twenty seconds before shoving the other student of him so that he could fill his lungs with much needed air.
Side by side the two panted, coming down from their incredible high. A creak in the bed and a red head appearing in front of him, a wicked smile on his face, Ron Weasley patted Draco on one hip then swung his legs off the bed.
"That was brilliant, Malfoy," Ron said, as he grabbed his wand, casting a quick cleaning charm over the both of them. "We have got to do that again sometime."
Rolling over in his bed, Draco ignored the Gryffindor and his ungodly energy. The weasel didn't know how damn lucky he was to get this taste of Malfoy flesh and Draco had no intention of repeating hit performance with him.
Even if it had been the best damn sex in his life. Which was saying a lot, since Draco had been making the rounds through Hogwarts since he turned sixteen.
Pressing his face into his pillow, Draco hid his groan from Ron. `Did I just think what I think I thought?' Pausing, Draco fought to figure out what he had just thought. Not really caring since he knew his intelligence level dropped after really good sex, Draco let it go.
He listened to the sounds that came from the side of the bed as Ron dressed himself. He heard the distinct sound of a robe being tossed over one's shoulder, and started to relax into a please post-coital nap when a heavy hand landed on his exposed backside, causing him to yelp, and turn his head to glare at the smugly smirking Gryffindor.
"What?" Draco snapped waspishly, as Ron titled his head to one side, his blue eyes sweeping over the naked body displayed in front of him. Even though he had no interest in repeating this afternoon's activity, his vanity couldn't help prodding him to pose on the bed.
"I was saying that we should do that again, Malfoy," Ron said again.
"Mph," Draco replied, turning over in his bed again. One pale arm waved Ron in the direction of the door.
"You can go now," he ordered the other student.
His only reply was a laugh and a chuckled "Bitch." Then he was left alone.
Stretching his long limbs, Draco grabbed his pillow, folding it comfortably under his head so he could get a few winks in. He was just about asleep when a traitous thought lashed his brain, causing him to sit up in his bed, his eyes wide.
"The best sex ever?! What the fuck?"
If it could, Draco's mind would have sighed as the blond missed the most important point. As per usual.
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Two weeks later, Draco's mind, would have been shouting, "I fucking told you so!" To the blond, if it could have done so.
It had been two weeks of Draco assuming the role as Ice Prince whenever the weasel flirted with him. The large redhead had taken their one roll in the sheet and turned it into a relationship, Draco thought with prissy disgust.
Of course, the blond was lost in his own world, as Ron continued to flirt with all the Gryffindor's other conquests as well. But since that didn't fit into Draco's extremely over inflated sense of self worth, the Slytherin was totally oblivious to this, and was convinced that Ron was obsessed with him.
Two weeks since that afternoon of great sex. Draco frowned. No, mediocre sex, he reminded himself, then leaned forward to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet in front of him. Again.
Finished, Draco hauled his sorry ass up from the floor of the 2nd floor bathroom and stumbled over to the sink. Rinsing his mouth out at the sink, Draco drew a shaky hand across his mouth and look at his pale and ragged appearance in the mirror.
Maybe that early morning breakfast wasn't such a good idea, he thought as his stomach rumbled alarmingly before settling down again. But he has been so fucking hungry the last few day. Hungry yet nauseous. Especially in the morning.
Frowning at his pinched expression, Draco was wondering if he should actually stoop to going to the infirmary and seeing that hack, Madame Pomfrey when a long awaited epiphany stuck.
If it was possible his pale face lost even more colour, and his brain cheered, at Draco's sudden compression.
Throwing his head back, Draco howled at that stone walls around him.
"Damn you to fucking hell, Ron Weasley!!!"
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With a snuffling breath, Ron flipped over in his bead, scratching at one armpit. His long limbs sunk back into the mattress as he dove back into sleep.
A huge smile traveled across his face as his interrupted dream started again. Grabbing the can of whipped cream, his dream self approached the blond figure that laid sun tanning on the shore by Hogwart's Lake. Shaking the can, he knelt down by the drowsy student and aimed.
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While Ron dreamed his dreams of whipped cream and hot Malfoy sex, said Malfoy was huddled in the corner of the 2nd floor bathroom, cursing everything he could think of his in shocked state.
This is all father's fault. He just had to marry a fucking Veela. And his fucking mom had to be a veela as well. A little bit of mommy fascination you sick fuck? And Ron. Ron just had to have made a pass at me, and he just had to look all fucking gorgeous and big, and fuck, I hate my fucking life!!!
Draco's brain would have been filing its nails, if it could have, as it waited for the boy to stop ranting. My but he had a filthy mouth, it thought.
Never once did Draco consider that fact that if he had been paying attention to the time of the month, like his father and mother had instructed him too for the last four years of his life, he wouldn't have had mind blowing sex with an incredible fertile Weasley in the first place.
"It was mediocre sex at best!" Draco shouted to the third year student that walked into the bathroom. Glaring, Draco watched the nervous boy slowly back away, then turn and flee from the veela's fury.
Rising from the floor, like an avenging god, Draco straightened his robes, smoothed back his hair, and decided that he was going to kill Ron Weasley.
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Harry woke up momentarily, his dull ache chasing it's way down his scar.
`That's odd`, Harry thought sleepily. `I kicked Voldermort's ass last year? Why the hell is up with the damn scar now?'
Knowing that he would find out in time, because he always found out in time, Harry fell back asleep. As he drifted off, he heard Ron giggling in his sleep. `Must be that whipped cream dream again.'
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