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Beta: My friend - Noga
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Ship: Draco Malfoy/ Ron Weazley
Summary:

I am waiting for two months already. Two months already since I had told him about me. About us.

We talk a lot, but we don't touch. Never touch. He will make the first move when he will be ready. He promised me.

So we talked when we were alone or with his friends. In The Room of Requirement, in abandoned hallways and classrooms. And I sent him letters. Long letters, short letters, letters achingly sweet like a 14 years old teenage girl, or love poems.

I can see him blushing from the other end of the hall, and I want more than anything else to be near him, and send a hand to stroke his red cheek. So beautiful ...

Snape, in Potions lessons staffing us together. Then… One day... What I wanted to happen – happened. Fifteen and a half years - since the day he was born – I've been waiting for it. His knee touched mine, deliberately, and he did not move it.

I gasped. I bit my lip and glanced at him. My right was hand resting on my knee. Slowly, so slowly that it hurt, he reached and touched my hand and held it under the table. He crossed our fingers, and our hands were linked together on our knees.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His blue eyes - blue as the ocean - were set on Snape, who was now explaining long and tedious explanation about some potion. I inhaled and my eyes closed.

Behind my closed eyes I imagined we were somewhere else. Another reality.

I saw the two of us sitting on the grass, holding hands just like now, resting on a tree and laughing together. Or kissing.

I bit the inside of my cheek and I stopped tremor that was about to attack me.

The entire lesson went that way. He didn't look at me, his cheeks reddening a little at a moment that passes, and I looked only at him.

I looked at his hair, as red as fire, his ocean eyes, pale skin and cute freckles scattered across his nose. I looked at the reddish lips. He bit them occasionally, as a habit.

He did not untie his hand from mine, and I did not leave his hand either. I wanted to be like this forever.

But the happiest thing (it certainly was happy) must end, and the lasson was over.

Then he looked at me. Straight in the eye. He licked his lips, that suddenly become dry, and I breathed. Then he said " It's OK" and stood up. It's okay. That means he accepts me as his Veela. It's okay.

He gave my hand a light press, and left her. I already missed the warmth of his hand.

"Bye, Draco," he said, and patted my shoulder. That pat was more than a tap between friends.

Lucky no one heard him. We will keep it a secret. He decided that two months ago, when I told him. Because otherwise I could not continue to spy for Dumbledore.

"Bye, Ron."

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