September 1st, 2007
|03:52 pm - Lubrifico: My first fic in a LONG time!|
Summary: Ron makes the mistake of pulling out a familiar sounding spell during a duel with Draco. The results are not exactly what he had been anticipating.
Word Count: 2500
Disclaimer: I hope no one is actually “labouring under the delusion” that I am in any way affiliated with J.K. Rowling. I just like to play with her naked characters *grin*.
Notes: It used to make me laugh how often the sentence “he murmured a quick preparation spell” occurred in Harry Potter fic. So convenient this magic is! Then I got to thinking, what would happen if someone did a little more than murmur that spell, or better yet, used it as a weapon? This started as a very silly little fic and quickly turned into a PWP. I hope you enjoy it.
Goddamn Malfoy. Every curse he threw at Ron seemed to be aimed to perfection, unlike Ron’s which seemed to be bouncing off everything in sight as he ducked in every which direction trying to avoid and attack at the same time. Malfoy, goddamn him, looked almost bored.
“Is this the best you can do, Weasley? A little pathetic, even for you. I knew you wouldn’t put up much of a fight without Saint Potter to protect you, but this is just abysmal.”
Ron’s face grew even redder as he struggled to land even one hex that would knock the smirk off the other boy’s face.
They had run into each other - quite literally - on the stairs to the seventh floor. Ron had made a valiant attempt to get by him with no incident, being alone and seeing that Malfoy was for once without any cronies, he figured that the other boy wouldn’t be in the mood for a fight either. Unfortunately Malfoy had brushed up close against him and whispered, “Fucked Granger yet, Weasley? I’d be careful, I hear that a muddy cunt can do awful things to a tiny prick.”
His immediate reaction had been to grab Malfoy by the shoulder and to fling him as far as he could, the direct result being Malfoy tumbling down approximately three steps before he righted himself, and knocked Ron flat on his back with a well-placed stun.
“Honestly Weasley,” Malfoy had drawled, “fighting like a Muggle? That’s beneath even you I would say.”
And that brought them pretty much up to the present time. Ron was thinking that he would very much like to be fighting like a Muggle as he did what appeared to be a creative tap dance routine trying to avoid Malfoy’s hexes. The other boy was just too sure-footed, even balanced on two steps. Ron tried desperately to think of a spell he knew to knock Malfoy off balance. He suddenly remembered a DA meeting where they had learned how to make the floor beneath an opponent’s feet become slippery and treacherous. That would probably do the trick. If only he paid more attention to Hermione! He was fairly certain he remembered the gist of it though. He aimed his wand at the floor under Malfoy and, while dodging a nasty looking stunner, cried, “LUBRIFICO!”
Of course the spell that Ron had aimed at the floor was the only one that ended up hitting Malfoy square in the chest. Draco stopped attacking suddenly, his mouth dropped open and his face went pale. Ron’s brief moment of triumph vanished as he became aware that the floor was clearly still its solid self and Malfoy’s knees were buckling.
“What did you do?” Malfoy squeaked.
“I-I don’t know,” Ron stammered. “Are you alright? I just wanted to make the floor under you become all slippery...and stuff.”
“Lubrifico? LubriPLANCO you idiot!” Malfoy yelled, his voice unusually high, even for him. Ron noticed that he was now holding onto the wall for support and there was a desperate (although granted, furious) look in his eyes.
“Do you even know what that spell does you moron?” Malfoy hissed.
Ron wracked his brain. He knew that spell had sounded familiar for a reason, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The fear was starting to build a bit. Malfoy was looking even paler and more strained than usual, and he had no idea what he’d done. Not that he was concerned for Malfoy’s safety, but if he had unwittingly used a curse that Hermione had found in the Restricted Section of the library, he was going to be in loads of trouble. Plus, Malfoy looked about ready to jump down his throat.
Suddenly it came to him, and his face turned the same colour as his hair. It wasn’t a curse at all, it was a spell that he had read about in a men’s magazine that he kept hidden at the very bottom of his trunk. Fred and George had gleefully bought it for him when they had caught him jerking off to a slightly....controversial photo, although in a move very unlike themselves had never mentioned the event again.
When he realized what he had done to Malfoy, that the other boy’s obvious discomfort had nothing to do with pain, his embarrassment quickly faded and he burst into enthusiastic laughter.
“You think this is funny do you?” Malfoy sputtered.
“Yes, I do rather,” he choked out, though his guffaws. Unfortunately he had completely let his guard down and had no time whatsoever to react when Malfoy flourished his wand in a figure eight and cried, “LUBRIFICO MAXIMA!”
The smile fell from Ron’s face as quickly as it had come. Malfoy’s smirk spread from ear to ear. “How funny are you finding it now, Weasley?”
Not very. He suddenly felt slick and stretched wide, eager to be filled. Desperate to be filled in fact. He found himself gripping the wall for support, trying not to slide to his knees, the longing resounding through every pore in his body.
He was dimly aware of Malfoy sauntering over to him, obviously far less effected by the spell than he himself. “Now where would a prudish Gryffindor learn a spell like that?” he asked silkily. “I’m sure the Mudblood didn’t teach it to you.”
He still had enough control to reach for Malfoy’s throat.
“Don’t call her that!” he cried.
Unfortunately, he realized too late that pulling Malfoy toward him had not been a good idea at all. He was suddenly acutely aware of Draco’s rough scent, the feel of the skin beneath his fingers, slick with sweat. Malfoy’s mouth was inches away from his, and the fact that it was twisted into an ugly smirk was doing nothing to curb his building arousal.
“Like this do you?” Malfoy mocked him. “Where did you learn the spell? Surely you’re not going to tell me you’ve been with another man before? I very much doubt you’ve even touched a woman.”
Ron glared, but it was unconvincing beside his ragged breathing and flushed face.
“It was in a magazine I have,” he finally answered honestly. Not thinking he was really in the appropriate mental state to concoct a graphic lie about his nonexistent sexual escapades.
“Hmmm,” Malfoy mused, looking Ron provocatively in the eyes, still inches away from his face. “I’m impressed, Weasley. I wouldn’t have thought you’d figure out you’re a fruit this quickly. Even though it’s plain to the rest of the school.”
Ron’s anger flared, even as he tried frantically not to buck his hips into Malfoy’s which were so bloody close.
“And you, Malfoy? You’re a perfectly straight bastard? You obviously know that spell better than I do. I didn’t even know there was a “maxima” version.”
Malfoy smiled and purred, “I learned the heightened version from one of my male lovers. Lubrifico alone, which you just ineptly performed, serves only to lubricate and spread the passage. But, as you’re clearly experiencing right now, the Lubrifico Maxima, does not only that, but also creates an intense, burning desire to be fucked. You can’t find it in those little magazines of yours because it’s illegal, used too often to take advantage. But it is very popular among those who do not wish to waste time with foreplay. You feel it now don’t you? You feel like someone has been teasing your cock with his tongue for hours and all you need in this world is to be fucked so hard you don’t remember your own name.”
Ron took in a sharp breath.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you Weasel?” Malfoy breathed, leaning in so that his lips were just barely brushing against Ron’s as he spoke. “You would love it if I forced my hard cock into your tight little arse right here on these stairs, wouldn’t you? Do you think you could take it?”
Ron let out a yelp as Malfoy’s hand found his erection and stroked it slowly, torturing him. Through the haze of his lust he wanted to ask who these male lovers were. He wanted to know how Malfoy could so calmly admit to the preferences Ron had been desperately trying to hide from everyone, including himself, for years. Suddenly more than anything he wanted Malfoy to show him what it was like. And Malfoy knew exactly what this spell was doing to him. He had cast it himself, so really could Ron feel any shame at giving in to the effects?
“Yes,” Draco continued, “you need it don’t you? Do you want me to take away that horrible empty feeling Weasel? I know how you feel. You’re so open, so exposed even though you’re fully clothed. Your longing for a hard cock is unbearable. You need it so badly. I can feel your need right here.”
Draco continued to stroke him through his robes, and Ron thought he was going to pass out from the combination of pleasure and the desperate need that it did nothing to quell. Without warning, he found himself spun around and pressed flat against the cold stone of the wall, with something very hard pressing suggestively against his back.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Ron?” Draco’s voice was almost unrecognizably low. He couldn’t force himself to answer, but didn’t protest when his robes were lifted up and he felt hands around his waist, undoing his trousers. It wasn’t until cold air hit his bare flesh and he felt the tip of Draco’s cock pressing insistently against his entrance that he was jolted to reality and felt a sudden jab of panic.
“Draco, I...you know I....” he stammered.
“Having second thoughts?” Malfoy breathed into his ear.
“No, but even with the spell,” he gulped, “you know I’m still a virgin, right?”
Malfoy snorted. “Shocking, Weasley. Are you saying you want it gentle?”
The obvious mocking in Draco’s voice made Ron growl and push back against him.
“Hmmm, eager,” Draco commented, planting his hands solidly on Ron’s hips.
Ron realized how desperately he wanted this, at any speed, and tried his best to keep quiet as Malfoy entered him, agonizingly slowly despite his mockery.
Ron let out a low moan as the coarse hair at the base of Malfoy’s cock brushed his skin. The torturous desperation of the spell faded away now that he was stretched and full as he had so longed to be, and that feeling was replaced with something totally different.
“Gods, move! Please Draco, move!” he cried out.
Draco grinned and pulled out just as slowly as he had pushed in. “You said you wanted gentle.”
“I did not!” Ron roared, and thrust backwards, impaling himself on Draco.
It had the desired effect. Draco’s fingers dug into his hips as he thrust into Ron with abandon, totally forgetting himself and his dignified composure. Ron cried out again and again until Draco clamped a hand over his mouth, worried that they would be interrupted by some teacher thinking a student was being murdered. Over and over, Malfoy brutally assaulted Ron’s prostate until he growled, “Fuck yes!” and sank his teeth into Ron’s shoulder to hide his shout as he climaxed. Ron felt himself filled with hot semen and Draco collapsed against him. He moaned in frustration, grinding his hips into the cold stone, so close to climax himself.
“Would you like something?” Malfoy drawled into his ear, allowing himself to slip from Ron’s body and sounding very smug indeed. Ron was pleased to hear the Slytherin so short of breath and to see the pale skin of his face so red.
“You know what I want, Malfoy,” he said in a voice which he hoped sounded low and demanding, rather than raspy and needy as he felt.
“Well,” said Draco, raising an eyebrow, “since you took my cock like such a good little bitch...”
Suddenly in one motion Malfoy was on his knees and had swallowed Ron’s cock to the root. With no hand clamped over his mouth, Ron let out a try that echoed around the corridors as he came into Draco’s mouth. With a stunning amount of grace for such a lewd act, Draco turned his head and spat Ron’s seed against the wall.
“Oh Merlin,” Ron murmured as he sank down to the ground, unable to control his legs.
“Just Draco will do,” Malfoy said with a smirk, and they stayed there, reveling for a few moments.
“Well that was unexpected,” Ron commented unnecessarily.
“Yes, I had no idea that such things could come from your being such a bloody awful dueler.”
Ron let the barb slide off him and chuckled.
“Come off it Malfoy, you know you wanted that as badly as I did.”
“Not quite,” Malfoy sneered, but there was no venom in it. Ron suddenly remembered how they had gotten there in the first place.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “I mean, I hit you with the same spell, do you need me to...” he trailed off, trying to keep the childlike hope out of his voice.
“Sorry to disappoint you Weasley,” Malfoy smirked. “Your pitiful attempt at the charm had worn off by the time I was pushing my cock into your arse.”
“Fine,” Ron said evenly, “but that means that you wanted me that badly without the influence of a spell.”
Draco raise an eyebrow, but didn’t deny it. “If that’s how you want to look at it. I wasn’t begging for your cock.”
“That’s not quite how I remember it.”
“You still surrendered your honour to an "evil" Slytherin. I wonder if you’ll have the Gryffindor stones to confess that to the Mudblood?”
With a self-satisfied smirk, he bounced up and walked off in the other direction. “Thanks for the shag Weasel, be seeing you around.”
“Draco wait!” Ron jumped up and cried out, with an edge of desperation in his voice.
Malfoy slowly turned, his urge to gloat gleaming plainly on his face. He was totally unprepared when Ron whipped his wand into his hand and shouted, “LUBRIFICO MAXIMA!”
Draco fell against the wall in stunned shock, his legs already beginning to quake, a look of horror on his face.
Ron stalked towards him with a decidedly un-Gryffindorish evil grin. Draco cowered away from him, but Ron grabbed his face and forced him into a passionate kiss. He smiled inwardly when he felt Draco give in and return the kiss needily. Ron spun him around and pressed him harshly against the wall.
“Did I do it right that time?” he whispered into Draco’s ear as he rubbed his already hardening cock against the other boy.
“Much better,” Draco said, unprotesting as Ron undid his trousers and pushed them down. “But the wand movement is still all wrong.”
Ron slowly entered Draco’s body, hissing at the feeling of being sheathed in hot tightness for the first time. “Will you help me practice?”
Draco writhed back against him.
Current Mood: mischievous
That was so hot, my brain sizzled.
Ooh sizzling brain! I'm glad you enjoyed =D
It's very rare that my brain sizzles. In fact, it's never happened. That's how good this story was. Now, I'm going to read it again cuz I'm a sucker for sizzlers.
You know that that image is somehow going to make its way into my next story, right? ;)
YES! I'm glad I could help. :]
That was so... so wrong and yet so brilliantly hot at the same time. Verrrry nice work!
Thanks for reading, I'm glad you liked it!
Ooo, what an incredibly mischievous spell! What will those magazines teach our boys next? ;D
*grin* Well I figured all of these randy school boys had to learn the spell somewhere! ;)
|Date:||September 2nd, 2007 03:29 am (UTC)|| |
GAH! Brilliant... and sooo sexy and hot. I love this pairing, when written right like this, since the snark between them is just LOVE.
Thanks so much for the compliments! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Malfoy slowly turned, his urge to gloat gleaming plainly on his face. He was totally unprepared when Ron whipped his wand into his hand and shouted, “LUBRIFICO MAXIMA!”
Hee! Thank you!
And I love your icon =D
Thanks for reading. Glad you liked it!
|Date:||September 2nd, 2007 09:39 am (UTC)|| |
*gapes* phwoar, that was some hot stuff.
And also hilarious. And totally in character for both of them
***"Draco grinned and pulled out just as slowly as he had pushed in. “You said you wanted gentle.”
“I did not!” Ron roared, and thrust backwards, impaling himself on Draco."****
this bit really made me laugh for some reason. I think its the word 'roared'. Its just so....Ron hahahah.
I think I love you for this story
Thanks so much for the comments, I think that was my favourite part to write too ;D
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Oh... man. I shouldn't be reading this in a crowded dormitory, but it was just too good not to!
Lol! I love that image! I think that if there's any appropriate public place to be reading HP porn, a crowded dormitory would be it ;D I'm glad you liked it so much!
Oh Wow... yummy, now that was the perfect thing to read early in the morning, how can you top that. thank you.
Love the icon!!
Thanks for reading =)
Thanks =) Glad you liked it.
|Date:||September 5th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)|| |
Ooooh, this is the type of magic me likes. :)
So Good!!! Loved the surprise at the end!!! masterful!!
*dances with carnal glee*
ha! that was great fun, and really fucking hot to boot. awesome.
bwahahaha! Too fekking funny! And hawt too!
I totally agree on the over-murmurring of lube spells. Too funny!
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it =)
My favorite pairing next to Remus/Sirius. Many cookies for you.
Why thank you, I do love cookies! =D
|Date:||September 30th, 2007 03:34 pm (UTC)|| |
That Was Fucking Hot! :]
I'm Not Normally A Fan Of D/R I Prefer D/H
but This Was Just *Melts*
Your A Really Good Writer! =]