Riots (Are A Public Menace)Word count:
RSummary: Ron couldn’t understand what Draco was thinking, wanting to announce their deviance.Warnings:
mentions of rough sex and homophobiaDisclaimer:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for the sortinghatdrabs
competition; the prompt was stone walls
. I forgot I hadn’t posted this here – I got one vote each in Most Favourite, Second Favourite and Least Favourite. And because writers are neurotic, guess which one I’m worrying about?
Ron sat irritably in the Muggle archive, watching Hermione read. She was quiet and intent, moving only to turn the pages – always carefully, as if she were handling a small pet. It reminded him of touching Draco.
Such pale skin, that he kept bruising because he’d never had this before and Draco was gorgeous and always teasing him, using that sly smile and slick tongue, making him desperate. Making him grab and clutch at Draco’s flesh, only to gasp in contrition later when he saw the marks.
He tried to be gentle. Draco’s skin was flawless: except for where it wasn’t, and then Ron traced the thin scars and kissed the few, amusing freckles on his chest. Draco got impatient, sighing theatrically and threatening to go and fuck a Slytherin. Ron wrestled him back down, laughing, and it was back to bruises and bites. As always.
That was over now. Ron couldn’t understand what Draco was thinking, wanting to announce their deviance.
Ron might get away with it; wizarding homophobia was about the need for children, and Ron’s five – four brothers could take care of that. But Draco was the last Malfoy.
Ron’s family didn’t know. Draco, pink-cheeked and furious, had said he was a coward. “It’s not concern for what people think of me
. You just can’t bear being the family failure again. It would be so shaming.”
He’d spat the word shaming
, mouth twisting around it as if it tasted bitter.
Ron needed a distraction. He turned to Hermione and said, “tell me about your research.”
Hermione was always eager to share knowledge. “I’m looking into the Stone Wall Riots, among other things...” Ron tried, but he tuned out automatically at Hermione’s lecturing voice and daydreamed instead.
Britain was built of stone walls; medieval ruins that marked its history, and spoke of its lengthy past. The wizarding world was formed almost entirely of stone, because stone took wards for protection and privacy the best. Hogwarts’ stone walls, impregnated with ward upon spell upon charm to protect the children of wizards from Muggle eyes, had always meant safety. Malfoy Manor’s meant tradition, and pureblood wealth, and power. And Draco wanted to abandon that?
On the other hand... Ron would love to claim Draco in public so those hussies would stop flirting with him. (‘Hussy’ was just the middle-aged sort of word Draco would make fun of.) “This is my boyfriend, Draco.” Ron tried the words out in his head.
Hermione was still talking... about gay people, rioting against oppression. The Stonewall Inn: a place where people like him and Draco had gone. A place that had sparked rebellion.
Hermione went back to her reading, and Ron thought for a long time, staring at the grimy wall. If ‘stone wall’ could mean rebellion as well as tradition, if riots could reverberate and cause the good kind of change...
Maybe he could send a shock through the stone walls of the pureblood establishment, and come out better on the other side.