Her words penetrating his thick fog of memories, he pondered over what she had said as he ran the tip of his finger along the edge of his pint glass. She was right. He’d had sex with Draco Malfoy and it had been the best fuck of his life. Since that first night Ron had come to the same club, hoping to meet up with Malfoy again. Each time he’d gone home alone and to the familiarity of his own right hand. Somehow, deep inside of him he knew no one else would give him the same level of pleasure that Malfoy had. He snickered softly as his dilemma struck him. “Since when did I have to hots for Draco-bloody-Malfoy?” he asked himself.

Malfoy was still an arrogant prat who looked and talked down to everyone important in Ron’s life. He still treated Harry and Hermione like they were something to wipe off the bottom of his shoes, continued to tease Ron about his family’s lack of income. But it was no longer done with the same degree of vehemence, and Ron couldn’t help thinking that that somehow made a difference. But he didn’t really care if he did or he didn’t. Ron just wanted to fuck him. That was all it was (or so he kept telling himself).

Across the room, a flash of blond hair grabbed and captured Ron’s attention. Straining his neck and trying to look past the entwined couple next to him, Ron saw him. Malfoy sat at a small table meant for two, but currently holding three. Malfoy sat with a male and a female. Pansy most likely, but Ron had no idea who the male might be. From this distance and in this light it was hard to know for sure. The female stared in Ron’s direction, then she leaned over and whispered something to Malfoy.

Draco started then tucked his head. When he looked back up, he looked right at Ron. Even from across the large room, Ron could see the white of his smile, followed by the practiced curl of his sneer, as if he may have given too much away with the smile. Malfoy stood, walking across the floor. One raised eyebrow in Ron’s direction and a flick of his head he headed towards the exit. Ron nodded in reply. He waited a few seconds then scrambled to his feet to follow.

“Where you going?” Ginny managed to ask around Hermione’s tongue doing its best to play tonsil hockey with Gin. And hadn’t that been the surprise of the year, at least until this thing with Malfoy had happened, when his ex-girlfriend and his sister had started fucking just weeks after Ron and Harry and each ended it with them.

“Outside. I need some air. It’s hot in here. You know, I think I might just go home.” Somehow the idea of coming back inside afterwards just didn’t sit right with him. “I’m feeling a bit knackered.” As he said those words he wondered what the chances were, he could convince Malfoy to come to his.

Ron’s cock twitched in anticipation. A whole evening with Malfoy, in a bed, spread out in front of him, all marble like skin and miles of leg. Naked and open and begging for Ron’s cock to come and bugger him? No wonder Ron’s cock was leaking in excitement. Just outside the door, Ron had to reach down to readjust himself as his cock throbbed in eagerness.