Name: Untitled Drabble 2
Pairing: Harry/Ron
You had to watch out for the fortieth floorboard from the bed; it caught everyone, the first few weeks of living in the room. Harry knew to step to the left of it, because the one on the right was even worse. If you stepped directly on it, it creaked so loud you would have thought it was enchanted to do so (and Harry had a sneaking suspicion that it might have been), but if you stepped on the left there was no sound. And Harry stepped to the left of the seventeenth, and the right of the twenty-second, and over the thirtieth, all the way to the other bed. He pulled back the curtain just a slit; it let moonlight in on the sleeping figure, and Harry paused to admire the view. The silvery moonlight made it's way in a straight line across Ron's bare stomach, highlighting several freckles in it's path. With his eyes, he traced the line drawn by the moonlight, and watched them shift in and out of the illuminated path in perfect rhythm with Ron's breathing.
"You coming in or not?"
Harry was so quickly broken out of his reverie that he stepped backward... on the the fortieth floorboard.