Draco frowned as he sat on his boyfriend's lap. He had been staring at Ron for some time, and it was starting to unnerve the redhead. Usually, whenever the blonde stared at him, Ron was either in trouble, or his bum was going to be very sore in the morning. However, the look on Draco's face was different; he didn't look angry or lustful. Instead, he looked thoughtful.
"What?"
"Out of hundreds of secret admirers and willing women, I ended up choosing you."
Ron laughed and kissed Draco on the cheek. "I know. What the hell is wrong with you?"