Title: The Bet
Author: BSB Phreek
Pairing: Draco/Ron
(yes, you read that right)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,448
Summary: Ron loses a
bet with Draco, stuff happens
Notes: This is all Hanson
Phreek’s fault. This is all Hanons
Phreek’s fault. This is all Hanson Phreek’s fault. I told her to give me a fandom, a pairing,
and anything else she required. Thus a fic I never
thought I’d write in a million years, yet here I am. I’m ignoring the events of
book 6 and saying that this takes place the summer before seventh year at the Quidditch World Cup. All I can say is that if Hanson Phreek wants smut, Hanson Phreek
gets smut.
“My money is on the Cannons this year. There is no way in hell Puddlemore United can beat them, not the way they’ve been
playing lately,” Ron Weasley declared as he and Harry
Potter walked through the rows of tents at the Quidditch
World Cup.
“I wouldn’t say that too loudly around here if I were
you,” Harry said, looking around cautiously.
“Yeah Weasel, I’d listed to Scar-head if I were you,”
Draco Malfoy said, appearing out of nowhere and
standing in front of them.
“What do you want Malfoy?”
Ron asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You seem confident in your precious Cannons, care to
make a wager?” Draco asked with a smirk, watching as Ron furiously dug into his
pockets before pulling out two sickles.
“I guess not,” Ron said softly, his face flushing with
embarrassment.
“Let’s make it more interesting then. If Puddlemore wins, you’re my slave for twenty four hours and
if the Cannons win, I’ll be your slave for twenty four hours,” Draco explained
as Harry started laughing.
“You have to be kidding. Tell him to forget about it
Ron… Ron don’t you dare,” Harry demanded as Ron stepped forward to shake
Draco’s hand.
“It’s a bet,” Ron said, a determined gleam in his eye.
After the World Cup
“Why did you let me take that bet?” Ron complained to
Harry after the Cannons humiliating 360 to 10 defeat.
“I tried to stop you, but no, you had to try to beat Malfoy and now you’re up for the worst day of your life,”
Harry preached, amused by the whole situation.
“Let me go find him and get this over with,” Ron said
with a pout, leaving the tent in search of Draco.
“Ahh, my slave has arrived,”
Draco said, looking up as Ron walked into his tent.
“Where’s everyone else at?” Ron asked, surprised to
not see Draco’s parents anywhere.
“It’s just me. Father and Mum didn’t want to come so I
came to get away from them,” Draco said, closing the tent flaps behind Ron.
“I don’t blame you,” Ron said, looking around
uncomfortably.
“Sit down somewhere Weasel,” Draco muttered as he dug
in a cabinet, emerging with a few assorted bottles of alcohol.
“So what are you going to make me do?” Ron asked as he
flopped down in an over-stuffed easy chair.
“At the moment, we need to make an agreement. Whatever
happens here, stays here,” Draco said, sitting down in a chair that faced Ron.
“No problem here. You planning
on sharing the booze?” Ron asked as Draco took a swig from one of the bottles.
“I get a kiss and you get a drink,” Draco offered,
watching Ron closely.
“A kiss… you mean-“
“The great Draco Malfoy is
gay and has a thing for red heads,” Draco cut him off with a shrug. “You do you
think I had you make that agreement?” he asked as Ron stood up.
“One kiss?” he asked, standing in front of Draco.
“For now,” Draco said with a slight smile as Ron
leaned in, brushing Draco’s lips lightly with his. “That’s not a kiss,” he
protested, pulling Ron back to him, kissing him roughly.
“Bloody hell,” Ron said breathlessly, grabbing the
bottle from Draco and taking a drink.
“I see I’m not the only one in this tent that likes
boys,” Draco said with a smirk, noticing the gleam in Ron’s bright blue eyes.
“No one knows, well except Harry, he and I, well, you
get the picture.
“You fucked Potter? Bloody hell I was sure he was into
girls,” Draco said in disbelief as Ron pulled a chair closer.
“He does. Apparently he’ll fuck anything that walks,”
Ron said, kicking his shoes off, and taking another drink.
“Did I say you could have another drink? You owe me a
kiss slave,” Draco said, tapping his lips with a finger.
“Fine Master,” Ron said teasingly as he leaned in and
kissed him, somehow ending up in Draco’s lap.
“Master? I like that,” Draco
said thoughtfully as he tugged on Ron’s sweatshirt.
“You trying to get laid Malfoy?” Ron asked before Draco kissed him.
“Isn’t it obvious? I want to see bare skin,” Draco
said, sitting back and watching Ron strip his shirt off.
“Yours comes off too,” Ron said,
grabbing the neck of Draco’s button up shirt and pulling, buttons hitting the
floor as bare skin was exposed. “You’re so pale,” Ron said softly, his hands
caressing the skin lightly.
“What a pair we make, tanned and pale,” Draco said,
kissing one of Ron’s nipples and placing a trail of kisses up to his collar
bone then up to his neck before finally reaching his lips yet again. The kisses
became rougher, desperate, and more passionate as Ron’s hands fumbled with the
button on Draco’s black pants.
“I want you naked,” Ron growled into Draco’s ear,
tugging on the lobe with his teeth.
“Impatient aren’t we?” Draco said with a chuckle.
“Though that flap over there, bedroom, more comfortable,” he said, playfully
shoving Ron towards the other room, stripping his pants off as he walked.
“Whoa,” Ron said, stopping and staring at the king
sized bed in the center of the room.
“Malfoy’s
travel in style. You’re over dressed Weasley,”
Draco said, walking up behind him and for the first time, Ron realized Draco
was naked.
“Perfect, just like the rest of you,” Draco murmured
appreciatively as Ron slid his jeans and boxers off. Draco wrapped a hand
around Ron’s erection, squeezing gently, chuckling when Ron whimpered.
“How do you want to do this?” Ron managed to get out
as they made their way to the bed.
“Up to you,” Draco said, digging a tube of lube out of
the nightstand drawer.
“I’ve never been on bottom,” Ron confessed as he
trapped Draco underneath him, pressing his erection against the blondes.
“Good, because I’m always on top,” Draco said with a
smirk as Ron realized he was about to be thoroughly fucked and moaned in
anticipation.
“On your knees Weasley,”
Draco demanded, flipping the bottle of lube open.
“This is going to hurt isn’t it?” Ron asked nervously
as Draco’s hands make their way to his butt crack.
“Only for a few minutes,” Draco promised softly,
slipping one finger inside Ron’s tight ass. Another finger soon joined the
first, stretching and massaging muscles that were not used to this much
attention.
Finally, Ron had had enough of the teasing and turned
his head to look back at Draco. “Just fuck me already,” he pleaded, wanting
Draco inside him.
“If you insist,” Draco said with a small smile,
sliding his fingers out of Ron and pressing the head of his erection against
Ron’s entrance. He entered Ron with one swift thrust, causing Ron to gasp in a
mixture of pain and please as Draco brushed against his prostate.
“Oh fuck,” Ron muttered softly, leaning forward, his
elbows hitting the bed so that he was on all fours, giving Draco better
control.
“Ass in the air begging for more, I would get used to
this,” Draco teased, sliding out of Ron and shifting angles slightly to adjust
for Ron shifting positions. Draco fucked Ron slowly, trying to make it last as
long as possible because he knew this would be his only chance with the red
head.
“God Draco, harder,” Ron pleaded, feeling his release
wash over him as Draco did just that. He came screaming Draco’s name, his
fingers digging into the sheets as Draco thrust into him one last time, Rons name on Draco’s lips as he came, moaning into Ron’s
neck.
“I can’t move,” Ron said with a laugh as his breathing
returned to normal, realizing that Draco was still inside him.
“Is that supposed to be my cue?” Draco asked, raising
up and sliding out of Ron before lying down next to him. The two teenagers lay
in silence until Ron yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He leaned over and
kissed Draco softly.
“Good night Malfoy.”
“G’night Weasel.”
“So how horrible was it?” Harry asked as Ron walked
into the tent they day after the bet.
“Horrible. I had to massage his filthy feet, polish
his wand, service his broomstick and I had to do it all wearing a frilly pink
dress. At least he fell asleep before he could think of anything else,” Ron
lied, flopping down on the couch. If only Harry knew what really went on inside
that tent.
“Learn your lesson?” Harry asked as he dug around for
some clothes.
“I sure did,” Ron said with a small smile. “Lose more bets with Malfoy,”
he thought to himself with a smirk.