“Ron? Are you okay?”

It was a long minute before Ron registered that someone was talking to him. “Hmmm,” he mumbled. It was another moment before he gained the power to turn his eyes away from what he was fixated on across the room to turn to Harry beside him. “Sorry, what?”

“You okay?”

Ron wondered if his face looked as heated as it felt. “Fine, why?”

“You’re drooling.”

“What?” Ron dabbed at the moist corners of his mouth. Fuck. “I’m a… I’m… just hungry.”

“But Ron,” Harry began, then indicated the full plates of food before them.

“Oh, excellent!” Ron exclaimed, tucking in. He needed the distraction of food to keep his mind--and gaze--from across the room and Draco...and his food.

This was all Harry’s fault. Harry who talked in his sleep. Harry who wouldn’t shut up about Draco and his mouth as he tossed and turned under his covers. He didn’t even want to know why Harry spent so much of his sleeping life thinking of Malfoy in that way and if it were memories playing in his dreams, or fantasy. He shuddered at the very idea.

Only… well, now Ron couldn’t help notice Draco across the room, couldn’t help notice the way his mouth worked over his breakfast. It was almost indecent what he was doing with the sausage. No, it was indecent. A tongue should not spend that much time running along the sides of a large piece of meat. Not when there were this many people in a room. Not when there were children in his presence.

Draco looked up and directly in Ron’s direction, causing him to swallow hard, almost choking on his own cut of meat that he had cut up and placed in his mouth like a normal person. Draco, eyes still on Ron, tongued the tip of the sausage before taking the tip in his mouth and biting down, sucking the juices, throwing his head back and moaning. Or that’s what Ron detected he was doing. Maybe the moan was coming from him instead.

“Ron?”

“I’m fine,” he growled. He picked up his napkin, wiped at his mouth again and then dropped the cloth on his lap. Even in robes, he felt exposed with the level of wood he was currently carrying in his trousers. It was painful how hard he was, it was humiliating that it was Malfoy that had gotten him there.

He heard Harry harumph beside him and Ron was going to say something, but then he heard Harry get to his feet and walk away. He was going to pull his eyes away and chase after Harry, but when he turned, the motion, the friction of his trousers against his erection stopped him with a gasp.

He gratefully listened to Harry’s feet retreat. He didn’t think he could face him right now. He closed his eyes and bowed his head and tried to clear his mind. He wondered if it were possible to wish and pray an erection away. It had never worked in the past, but the idea of sitting there at the crowded breakfast table without the ability to touch himself made the ache throb every muscle in his body.

What he wouldn’t do for the use of Harry’s Invisibility Cloak. If only Harry hadn’t started carrying it around with him. Ron couldn’t very well Accio it out of Harry’s bookbag without notice.

While Ron contemplated how to get out of his predicament, avoiding Draco across the room, the hall got less and less crowded. So that the next time his eyes defied him and turned to Malfoy, they were almost completely alone in the room.

Thankfully, Draco had moved off of the entirely too erotic digestion of breakfast meat and was raising a glass of pumpkin juice to his lips. He drank greedily and Ron watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down repeatedly.

When he put the glass down, he reached for his napkin, but when he saw Ron watching him, he raised and eyebrow and slowly, deliberately swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, then his top.

Ron whimpered and, stealing a glance around to make sure he wasn’t being watched, shifted his seat, his palm pushing against his lap. He cried out like a wounded animal.

Malfoy smirked and raised an eyebrow and Ron knew he wasn’t imagining it, Draco really was fucking with him. He glared back, but he was incapable of doing anything about it. Still, he sighed when Draco scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his lips. There was absolutely nothing erotic about porridge.

Or so Ron had supposed.

But watching as Draco licked the underside of the spoon, before taking it in his mouth and sucking the contents from it, with his eyes closed and looking blissed, Ron reconsidered and palmed his crotch again. The ache to touch himself was making him reckless and wild eyed.

It was a snowball. The more wild eyed and desperate he became, the more Draco fed on it and worked his mouth obscenely across the room, almost like an invitation, but to what, Ron didn’t want to contemplate. He just wanted to be able to get up from the table and turn off his mind. If he could just release this tension than he could stop thinking of what else that mouth could do.

Draco again brought his newly filled glass to his lips and drank. Ron used this moment where Draco’s eyes were closed to make his move. Scanning the room and seeing no one would be watching, he used his left hand to hold the cuff of his right sleeve and slid his hand out. He kept holding his sleeve so that it might possible look from across the room that his arm was still there and not sliding between his skin and pants, gently and slowly grasping his rigid cock.

He cried out and fought the overwhelming urge to continue his boisterous exaltation, keening and swearing, pounding his hand against the table with each exuberant thrust of his fist’s pumping up and down his cock in vigorous strokes. Instead, he bit his lip and forced his body to remain rigid, the only movement the imperceptible slide up, thumb over his tip and back down. He was also determined to not look away from Malfoy, not now. He’d already conceded his horrifying discovery that he was powerless against Draco’s oddly precise game of seduction, he was damned if he was going to let Draco see just how much he was getting under his skin.

Oh buggery, fuckitty fuck, Ron cursed, biting harder on his lower lip. Draco had another sausage, this time held delicately with his fingers. He wrapped his lips around the end of the sausage and sucked loud slurps before baring his teeth and piercing the flesh, juices running down his chin.

He slammed his eyes closed to escape the image, but it was worse in his head. In his head it wasn’t the sausage that Draco’s lips were devouring. It wasn’t grease running down his chin.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” he growled through his teeth, squeezing his cock painully hard and stroking in earnest. Fuck it, he thought. I’ll just Oblivate the entire room if I need to.

It didn’t take him long to come. It did take him a long time to stop gasping and dare to open his eyes again, and even longer than that to look up. He was terrified anyone would be looking at him, but horrified at the smirk bound to be on Draco’s lips now. Before he raised his head, he used his wand first to clean himself up and then he raised it, ready to Oblivate everyone in the room--just incase.

There was no one there.

No one.

A few House Elves popped in and out, but none of them seemed to even register that there was anyone still in the room. He sighed, but still felt anxious that Draco was out there somewhere with this knowledge of him and what would he do with this information? How would he torture him further?

He looked down at his plate. There was a half eaten sausage he hadn’t remembered eating and on each side of it, tangerines. He groaned.

Under the phallic food he found a folded note.

W--

Enjoyed sharing a meal with you.

M.

YES, that was everything I'd wanted out of this prompt and more! Thank you so, so much for writing this! You certainly won the bonus points by having Ron do it at the table, and I'm so glad you did, because that was AMAZING. The little gift Draco left for him at the end was priceless, and makes me dream of a round two.

Well done, thank you again!!

Yay! I was hoping this is what you were looking for with that uh...delicious prompt. ;) I may, or may not have been really hungry when I wrote this... you know, to get in Ron's head-space. HAHA!

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Oooo, so naughty!! LOL, loved Draco's teasing. :)

Haha! Thanks! It was great fun to write. ♥

Omg the note! This was awesome!

Haha! Thanks!

Oh, fab. Draco is so beautifully evil fucking with
Ron that way.

So beautifully evil. ;)

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Thanks for reading!

OH MY GOD YOU WROTE MORE DRACO \o/\o/\o/

And it was glorious and naughty as it should be because there's RON. I love your Ron. LOL He's just the best. This was amazing, lovely! <3

Haha! I did write more Draco! What is my life becoming?!?!?! But I couldn't help it, this prompt was just so yummy an idea. I'm glad you liked it, bb. ♥

Oh, yummy all the way! :D The bestest capitu pointed me in this direction and I'm so glad that she did - this was utterly delicious. Poor Ron, having a bit of an oral fixation as it seems, interpreting Malfoy's eating as a pure orgy, LOL! And of course, Draco doesn't know how to be an innocent victim of Ron's teenage hormones-induced interpretation to save his life, so he clearly enjoys teasing poor defenceless Weasel - and even leaving him a message just to ensure Weasley knew that he is onto him, LOL! But at least the message wasn't mean and Ron giving into his temptation was utterly hot - so I'm kind of hoping the boys do it again and you'll write all about it! :D Delicious!

my_thestral (sorry, I don't even know if I have the IJ account)

so I'm kind of hoping the boys do it again and you'll write all about it! Awww! ♥ Thanks. I am finding them more and more fun to write, so it will probably happy from time to time. ;)

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Ohhhh my gosh this was so hot!! Love the way Ron can't help himself and how Draco was teasing so much. Ron opening his eyes to find a totally empty hall was so thrilling and I loved the little note at the end.

Thanks! It was great fun to write.

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