Chapter Eleven
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Blaise/Ron, (background) Harry/Draco
Rating: R
WARNINGS: yaoi, slash, shonen ai, manipulation, possible lemon, "potty mouth", nudity, adult situations
Spoilers: deviation of plot; no detailed knowledge beyond book four needed.
It wasn't until later that night, when I had Ron in my bed and nervously fighting sleep, that I realized what was wrong. Mother had drilled it into my head over and over again about choosing and winning the perfect partner - and there was something that I had forgotten, something she had drilled into me not to do.
I was scaring him.
I had forgotten, in my haste to insure what was mine stayed mine, that he was a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors are known for their courage - not their brains. They were more likely to stand up and take a hit than find a way to prevent it.
I had my prize, there was no need to rush anymore. Yes, I was anxious to have him, eager to take the next step - and what a wonderful bonding ceremony we would have - but it was more important that I didn't rush him into doing something...drastic. My family has been in Slytherin for generations, and has always known that love, the foolish emotion, comes after marriage.
Gryffindor honor demanded it before.
This posed a bit of a problem, considering that I planned to marry one. I needed to make it seem...less frightening for him. Less like a job.
As proud as I was to finally have my fox in my grasp, it would all mean nothing if we spent every night in the manor in separate beds. If he was never with me, if the only time I ever got to take him was to seal the bond and generate an heir, then the whole thing was pointless.
I want all of him. Always. What can I say - I'm selfish. It's a Slytherin trait. Ambition gets the best of us.
Red squirmed again, desperately holding his eyes open, and I leaned down next to him and kissed him. "Go to sleep," I ordered as I pulled away, keeping it as chaste as that first kiss in the hall - well, second I guess, if you counted that first brush as a real kiss.
"But..."
"Shh..." I soothed. "It's all right, just go to sleep. No harm will come to you here. I'm here to protect you, remember."
He sighed, and his surrender to sleep was almost immediate - he was so tired, and I wondered briefly how much of that was my fault. I needed to back off a bit, but I didn't want to make it look like he was winning.
A reward, then. If I remembered correctly, he liked to play Quidditch with Potter over the break, along with chess and all the other trouble that he usually got into. He'd probably calm down a bit if I wasn't with him, but if I lent him the Nimbus Draco's father had gifted each member of the team with three years ago...it had more protection spells on it than that shoddy CleanSweep he used. And it might just make him feel better, too.
And I was all for making my boy feel good.
While it was fun to see him blush and squirm, I realized I was growing tired of intimidating him - backing him into corners to get what I wanted wasn't going to work forever, and I'd rather save it for those times that I really needed it, like getting him to take the potion that would allow him to conceive. That long process would take quite a bit of effort, and would be most difficult if Red wasn't willing.
It occurred to me, as well, that my boy was probably also tired of being scared.
TBC...