Drarry Oneshots

#Pray For Ron

Ah, come to see the show?

So, a somewhat smutshot?

I'm in the mood for smut today, so please don't read this in front of anyone, I don't want my lovelies to be harmed!

The door to the room of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley opened to reveal the Boy Who Lived Twice.

He wasn't alone though.

He was in a heated makeout session with his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

Draco groaned, pushing Harry on the door to close it.

Harry trailed his hands down to Draco's chest, gripping onto the shirt as the boy kissed along his jaw.

"Draco~", he moaned.

The boy smirked into the tanned skin, liking the sounds his boyfriend was emitting.

He nipped the skin one last time, to growl, "You. Me. Bed. Now".

Hermione whacked Ron on the head with her book.

"I told you to finish that essay weeks ago!", She complained.

Ron rolled his eyes, earning another smack, this time from Pansy.

"You do not disrespect my girlfriend, Ronald Weasley", she grit her teeth.

Blaise walked over to hug the redhead, "You two leave my baby alone".

He kissed the places the girls had hit, making the boy blush darker than his hair.

Hermione squealed quietly while Pansy blinked.

"I- What were we talking about?", She asked.

Ron broke free and squeaked, "I haven't finished my Potions essay, so your girlfriend thought of hitting me. I've actually left my book up in our room, I'll bring it".

He pushed Blaise away, "Hey!".

Harry was gripping the headboard so tightly his nails might've gotten imprinted onto the wood.

A deep moan left his throat as Draco twisted his fingers inside him.

Draco smirked, leaning down to whisper, "Do you have any idea how ravishing you look under me? How beautiful you look while writhing from my fingers? How enticing it is to know that you want me inside you?".

Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head, "P-please, faster Dray-".

Ron escaped from Ginny, who was on the verge of murdering her brother.

"You do not pull my hair, and not expect to be signing your death warrant", she sneered.

Ron shrieked as she pulled out her wand, "LUNA! Tell your girlfriend to move the fuck away from me! AAAA-BLAISE!".

Luna looked up from her Quibbler magazine, "Oh Ron, I knew this was going to happen. There were too many Moiples around your head", she drawled dreamily.

"Moi- what? AAAA- GINNY! GINNY, I'M SORRY! I'LL NEVER DISRESPECT LUNA LOVEGOOOD EVER! AAAA-", he screamed as Ginny ran towards him.

He fled to reach his and Harry's room, not quite expecting what would happen.

The last thing he heard was, "Where are Harry and Draco?", From Luna.

"Ah~ H-harder Dray, mmm, you f-feel so ah-".

Draco bit into Harry's neck, feeling his pulse, making Harry scratch Draco's back with his nails.

"Oh ya? T-tell me, who do you b-belong to?", He moaned into his ear.

Harry's back arched, "You, only y-you. I belong to ah~ Draco Malfoy", he screamed as Draco ruthlessly hit his prostrate.

"D-damn right you do, Harry Potter", he groaned.

Neither of them heard the quick opening and closing of the door.

Ron walked down the stairs, a blank look on his traumatised face.

"Hey Ron, you got your- Ron? What's wrong?", Hermione's concerned voice cut through his trance.

Blaise scooted over as Ron sat down next to him.

"Ronnie? What's wrong, babes?", He cooed, rubbing his shoulder blades.

Luna and Ginny glanced at each other, Pansy raised her eyebrows at them.

Ron blinked repeatedly, "H-harry and M-mal- Draco were up-upstairs", was all he said before he buried his face into a pillow and screamed.

"Hey gays, what's up?", Draco cheered as he walked down with Harry behind him.

They both were startled at the looks their friends threw.

Hermione had pressed her lips into a thin line, Pansy was snickering into her hand, Luna was blinking, Ginny was blushing but smirking, Blaise was looking like he was about to murder them, and Ron had his face still stuffed into the pillow.

"Umm, Ron? You good?", Harry asked.

Ron looked up at them, before shaking his head and screaming into his pillow again.

Pansy broke into giggles.

Can we get an F in the chat for poor Ron Weasley?