Disclaimer: The characters are fun, but I don't own them.
A/N: Thank you to my beta, HPalto87.
Originally written for the HP ficathon, July 1st.
Just Pretend it's Not Happening
Ron was fine with the fact that his best mate was gay. He was still the same Harry, after all, just with an odd romantic life. He could handle that. He even encouraged Harry to find a guy he could be happy with. He and Hermione offered their full support, and Harry was very grateful to the both of them.
Ron did not, however, expect Harry to be attracted to Draco Malfoy.
When Harry shyly told his friends that he had become rather fond of the Ferret, Ron chose to pretend it wasn't happening. As long as he didn't see it, it didn't exist.
When Harry and Draco began meeting in public, holding hands, and talking as if they really i liked /i each other, Ron retreated into his own little state of denial, opting to simply pretend he was seeing things, that really, Harry and Draco were arguing the way they always used to.
When Ron stumbled upon the two of them snogging in an empty corridor, he quickly turned the other way and pretended that it was a different Gryffindor groping a Slytherin beneath his robes, a different Slytherin frantically licking at some poor Grffindor's neck, ear, lips.
Ron liked to think that it was all some sick delusion brought on by the stress of the upcoming O.W.L.S.
Until he walked in on the sex.
He heard Harry's moans coming from inside the dorm room before he even opened the door, but as he was firmly convincing himself that there was nothing going on between Harry and Draco, he decided that either Harry was sick, or he was having one of those nightmares about You-Know-Who again.
Either way, he thought it would be a good idea to check on him. That's what best mates did, right?
Ron pulled back the curtain around Harry's bed, expecting to see his friend sick and trying to sleep. Instead, he got a full-on view of Harry and Draco's naked bodies, both boys flushed and panting, Draco's cock buried deep inside Harry's arse.
Harry looked up at Ron and managed a weak smile at his friend's horrified face. Draco smirked at him and thrust into Harry again, eliciting moans of pleasure from the boy beneath him.
Ron shakily let the curtain drop back into place and stumbled out of the room, seriously considering using a strong memory charm on himself.
