Hooray a new obsession! =D

Draco sat leaning against the edge of a desk looking critically over his finger nails. He looked up when the door to the empty class room opened. "You're late," he scowled.

The redhead looked down at his feet while shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Well, you know how this goes, don't just stand there. Strip down," he demanded standing up straight and undressing himself.

Ron looked up briefly before obeying, "why do I keep coming here?" He walked forward to stand in front of the blond.

Draco smirked and lifted himself up to sit on the desk with the other body between his legs, "because you like slamming into my sweet arse so shut up and do it already." His fingers buried in Ron's hair and pulled at it while laying himself down, forcing the other body to do the same. "Or it could very well be that stupid thing you've got for Granger when she obviously has fallen for Potter," he said smugly.

Ron glared down at the sneering blond.

"You know, Ronald, I don't see why you're wasting your time with them," Malfoy's hands glided across freckled skin. "You'll always be second to your golden boy and third to the know-it-all-mudblood." He leaned up with a wide grin, "but I'll always put you first." He was lying of course and Ron knew it. Draco Malfoy always put himself first and everyone else was merely pointless.

He pressed his lips to Ron's. The kiss wasn't loving, it was deep and lusty from the moment it was initiated.

Ron was a rough lover. At least to Draco he was. If it were for love he might have been gentler. But this wasn't love. Nothing about this was.

He forced Draco back down against the desk. He invaded his mouth completely. Control was his all too easily. But it was still Draco pulling the strings. It was Draco's hips moving against his, and hands gripping his shoulders.

There was already a silencing charm in place so when blond hair hit the finished wood as sounds emitted from his throat neither cared. "Do it..." Draco commanded with a shaky voice.

Ron shifted down between spread legs. Draco moved his hips up impatiently. Ron pushed forward curling his arms around Draco's shoulders. His breath was lost in his throat as Draco's body welcomed him with little less than a groan.

Ron didn't wait before withdrawing then driving back in. His hips fell into a quick, messy rhythm. He didn't want to drag this out.

Draco groaned. He would not have a quick careless fuck with a meaningless fleeting orgasm. No, Draco had standards. "Slower... oaf," he ground out in displeasure.

Ron growled and brought his hips to a complete stop. A smug grin filtered through his features as Draco began to squirm. He had his own standards to go by. "Aw, did I hurt you, Princess?"

Draco's hips wriggled a low sound that was a mixture of a whine and a groan left him. "I said slower! Not to stop, Weasley! MOVE!" he rasped out between harsh unsteady breaths.

"As you wish, Princess," Ron replied. His movements picked up again. Now he was going at an agonizingly slow and shallow pace. The redhead was granted another growl from the young Malfoy.

"Not... that slow... prick," Draco moaned.

Ron smiled further and let himself fall into a steady, faster rhythm, still not allowing himself to go deep enough to hit the right spot.

Draco's eyes furrowed as he pushed back with desperation. His pants were whines for more and Ron was wallowing in it. Malfoy so rarely was a withering mess. He would pay for this but oh it felt good to see his enemy beg.

"Bloody... prat!" Draco gasped, gripping hard to Ron's shoulders. "Deeper!"

Ron didn't comply. His hot breath moved across Draco's already warm skin as it came out in quicker pants. He ignored the blonde's sounds and threats. "You gave me... control... I'll do what I want..." Ron panted thickly.

"Not... if you... want to live... Weasley!" Draco retorted. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

Ron moaned into the pale neck, "no."

"Fine..." Draco's nails dug into the freckled skin. His long legs wrapped around the body above him and his shoulders pushed forward. This allowed him to bring his lips to Ron's ear. His voice was low and rough, "then fuck me like you hate me."

Ronald growled and drove his hips hard and fast forward. Draco gasped and fell back onto the desk. Moan after moan escaped his throat as his head fell backwards and mouth hung open. His back arched and chin pointed towards the ceiling. "M-more!" The command left him as a gasping groan.

"Ferret," Ron snarled into the pale shoulder. His hips snapped hard against the other body.

Draco's own rolled to meet them with failing rhythm, creating a thudding against the desk. His nails drug harshly across the freckled shoulders. The blonde's back bent further, cracking in protest, as he gasped, "weasel!"

For the next few moments the only sound was their heavy breaths. Draco's limbs fell onto the surface completely with exhaustion. Ron stood and began dressing again.

The blond followed suit. They dressed in quiet separated by a few rows of desks. "I'm not coming back," the redhead shared.

"Oh?" Draco looked amused. "Alright then," he waved off, "see you next week."

Ron glared crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm serious," he insisted.

"Fine then," Draco shrugged with the same smug smile that made Ron's glare intense. The blond walked towards him seeing as he was in front of the door. When Draco was just about to side step him and leave he parted with these final words, "oh, and, Weasley, if you pull that stunt again I won't be afraid to let it slip to Granger just where you've been disappearing to." He smiled as Ron's jaw fell.

"You wouldn't. You've got a reputation to guard too," Ron argued.

"One that has been earned merely because of my name and Malfoys are never wrong," Draco retorted. "And I think it would be well worth it to see the look on that mudblood's face." Draco moved past him finally and opened the door to leave Ron alone in the room.

The redhead growled in frustration and turned to exit as well. He ventured back to the Gryffindor common room. The room behind the painting was lit by the dying embers of the once fire.

He climbed the stairs and quietly found his way to the boys’ dormitory. Cursing at every squeak of the floor boards and stub of his toe in silence until Ron found his bed. Sighing with relief he shoved his feet into the covers and rolled onto his side to find sleep.

He knew that he would have to face Draco Monday. But the two were professionals at hating each other. Always had been. They had never stopped. The only thing that kept them going back to that empty classroom was Draco's hatred of Harry and Ron's hatred of Draco.

The blond was getting the satisfaction of using the golden boy's closest friend for something so personal. Whereas Ron was getting to torture the evil Malfoy in ways that only he could. He could watch that seething vile cover shatter and turn into someone not above begging for the most intense of pleasures.

It was risky business though. The other would die for gloating rights. Draco would dangle his hold on Ron in front of that filthy mudblood and her savior in a heart beat. Just as Ron would share how Draco would sometimes beg to be taken.

But they are bound by the threat of 'who will share first?' If Draco spills so will Ron and vise-verse. They both had the same amount to gain and the same amount to loose.

The threats were empty ones. Neither one would share what happened in that classroom. Though they were both dying to. Each had faced the temptation to tell. They had their almost confessions and fair share of excuses.

Classes and hallways were the most tempting. The places where they were forced to act as though nothing happened behind closed doors. Seeing the other with their own friends was the perfect opportunity to destroy them.

Draco sat in Charms with the rest of the Slytherins. Ron with the Gryffindors, beside his golden boy. Draco was sneering at the back of his head. If he only knew...

A smug grin filtered through his features. He would be disgusted with his best friend. Sleeping with the enemy was not something The-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die would approve of. Ron would be crushed of course. But Draco couldn't do it. He'd loose the routine. So he went back to his class work.

Ron glanced back to see the blond sitting between his cronies. He snarled and turned back to his parchment. He was an evil little creature. Controlling others as though they were disposable. If only his followers knew of his weakness. They'd never be bossed around again. That'd be a sight to see. Crabbe and Goyle without someone to think for them. But Ron couldn't do it. Hermione would think less of him. Harry'd think it brilliant, it was at Draco's expense after all.

Class was over and the students were back in the corridor. Draco's sharp shoulder connected with the redhead's in passing. "Move, weasel," he snorted.

Ron smiled as he heard the come back in his head, "isn't that what you said last night?"

"Bugger off, Malfoy," is what he said instead.

"Oh, not nice, Weasley," Draco turned.

"Yeah, and why should I be nice to you, bloody git," Ron shot back.

An arrogant smirk crossed the blonde's lips, "I can think of one good reason."

Ron glared, his fingers curling into fists, "you're a spoiled prat, you know that?"

"I'm aware yes," Draco responded. He crossed his arms over his chest, Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward cracking their knuckles. "Now, now, Crabbe, Goyle, I can handle this... filth. Your time would be better wasted with saving me a seat for Potions."

"And come on, Ron, we've got Trasfigurations," Hermione encouraged.

"Go on ahead, I've got to use the loo," Ron informed walking towards the restrooms.

Draco watched him leave with a smirk. He waited until the know-it-all and the chosen one were walking in the other direction before venturing towards the restroom himself.

The redhead was staring at his reflection while washing his hands. Draco made sure the door slammed shut behind him. Ron looked up with a glare, "what do you want?"

Draco moved forward further. He reached a hand out to run over Ron's shoulder then partly down his back while moving closer still. He stood tall to bring his lips to the redhead's ear. "You," he whispered confidently before slipping between him and the sink, "now."

Ron growled and pushed the slender frame further against the porcelain. Draco took in a delightful gasp and leaned up to capture him in a kiss when Ron pushed away. "I have class, Malfoy," he began walking towards the door when he was caught off guard and shoved into a stall by the shoulders. He was forced harshly against the green wall.

"So do I, Weasley," Draco scoffed and attached them at the lips. Their tongues fell into a heated battle for dominance. Ron shoved him into the opposite wall and took control. Draco's arms wrapped around the redhead's neck and pulled him closer.

Ron's body was pushed against the blonde's. A moan bubbled in his throat as hips rocked against his. A whimper was returned as a leg moved up to rest at Ron's hip. A freckled hand sank to glide from the bent knee to the underside of an inclined thigh.

Draco fell back out of the kiss with a gasp. His head hit the wooden stall behind him with a thud. Ron's hand began sinking further down and hips rocking harder. The blonde's back arched off the wall. A groan left his throat and desperately he pushed himself back against the other body.

The friction was warm and addicting. It was pleasing and wonderful. Ron was thrusting hard into Draco's rolling hips. He sank into his neck. His teeth scrapped at the pale skin while sucking hard.

Draco moaned and held tighter to the redhead's shoulders. "Fuck, Ronald..." the blond gasped and ground hard forward. His face was contorted into tense pleasure and his fingers sore from holding so tight as he came.

Ron groaned against the circle of purple skin and snapped his hips forward finding his own release. Draco climbed down from his high with heavy breaths. He relaxed against the wall. Then, without warning, pulled at Ron's hair. He pulled his lips to his mouth and bit his teeth into the redhead's bottom lip.

Ron let go of a surprised and hurt sound while jumping back. "What the bloody hell was that for?" He whipped the back of his wrist across his bleeding lip.

"Punch me," Draco demanded.

"What?" Ron was utterly confused.

"Hit me," Draco repeated with rough urgency. "It'll explain why we're late to class. Our friends saw us fighting in the hallway. No one will think twice. Now hit me."

Ron should be happy about such a command. But that was just it. He was being told to do it. So, naturally, he didn't want to. Then he remembered who it was he was with. "Gladly," he smiled and sent his fist into the side of the blonde's face.

Draco's hand flew up to hold the place of impact as he stumbled sideways a bit. He groaned but didn't complain. He pulled his hand away from his face and walked out of the stall. He pulled his wand from his robes and placed it to the mark on his neck to vanish it, muttered a cleansing spell, and was out of the bathroom entirely.

Ron cleaned himself up as well and looked in the mirror. His lips were swollen and the bottom one bleeding, he was a sweating, flushed, panting mess, anyone would believe a fight before even considering what had really happened.

That's what they relied on. The excuses make more sense than the obscene truth. Ron Weasley was fucking Draco Malfoy, who in their right mind would believe that?