sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-03-24 22:37:00 |
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Original poster: enchanted_jae
Title: Spare me the details
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: H/D, Ron
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, slash, smut
Word count: 477
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written for Challenge #45, with a prompt of Whatever gets you through the night.
Summary: Ron accidentally discovers what gets Harry through the night.
Harry was engaged in his current favorite activity--shagging Draco Malfoy--when the door to his room at Grimmauld Place burst open and Ron tumbled in.
"Oi, Harry, just wait until..." Ron's voice trailed off with a squeak, then he was backpedaling rapidly while stammering, "S-sorry, mate."
The door closed with a bang, and Harry buried his blushing face in Draco's hair.
"Don't stop now, Potter," growled Draco, pushing his hips up and squeezing Harry's arse.
With a sigh, Harry resumed thrusting, and it took only a moment before he was once more riding Draco with his customary enthusiasm. Soon, his lover was climaxing under him, and Harry followed suit, driving deep one last time and emptying himself inside the blond.
Harry rolled away and spelled them both clean before rising and tugging on his clothing. "I'd better go talk to Ron," he announced grimly.
"Give him my regards," Draco replied cheekily, hugging Harry's pillow to him as he settled on his side to sleep.
~*~
Ron was in the kitchen, going through the automatic motions of making a sandwich. He was shocked by what he'd seen, and there was no mistaking what had been going on in that bed. Malfoy had been on his back with his legs spread wide while Harry's hips had been pumping purposefully between them. Ron found himself wondering how long they'd been lovers and how he had managed to miss noticing it. He had just poured himself a glass of milk and sat at the long table when Harry entered the room.
They looked at one another guiltily for a second, then both looked away in embarrassment.
Ron spoke first. "I'm sorry, Harry. I should have knocked first, but I didn't expect..."
"It's okay, Ron," Harry interrupted. "I...I should have told you sooner, but I wasn't sure how you'd react, and I don't want to lose your friendship, but Draco is...he..."
"Sit down," Ron instructed quietly. When Harry complied, he leaned forward and said, "You'll always be my best mate. Nothing can change that. I admit to being surprised that you've hooked up with Malfoy; I always thought you had better taste than that," he grinned. Harry looked up sharply, but seeing the smile on the redhead's face, he relaxed and smiled back. Ron abruptly sobered. "If you enjoy Malfoy's company, and he makes you happy, then who am I to argue?" he shrugged. "Whatever gets you through the night, Harry."
Harry had to clear his throat before replying. "Thanks, Ron. That means a lot to me. Draco does make me happy. With him, I can..." He paused when Ron held up a hand.
"Do me a favor?" asked Ron. When Harry nodded slowly, he said, "Spare me the details."