DRABBLE.

Fanon: Harry Potter.

Word prompt: Breeze.

Pairing/s: You'll have to wait and see.

Title: Breeze

Breeze. Why is it so frustrating? Especially when it shows Malfoy in a new light.

Merlin! I melt when I watch him across the lake. The way the breeze ruffles his lustcess blond hair and crumples his robes.

I know its wrong, just sitting there and watching him. But I can't help it. He's so beautiful.

"Ron? Ronald?" I hear Hermione's voice push its way through my thoughts.

"What?" I mumble, turning my attention upon my bushy haired friend. Harry is sat next to her, with Ginny's head on his lap. He is running a hand through her hair absent mindedly.

"You spaced out." Hermione frowns, "You feeling okay?" She places a hand to my forehead. "Anyway, I was saying that Blaise asked me out. He's taking me to Hogsmeade."

"Speaking of which," Ginny sits up. "When're you going to ask Malfoy out? It annoys me every time you drool over him."

I plan on ignoring her noisy question but knowing her, she'll pester me later. "Not telling you. And who said I fancied Malfoy?"

Harry shrugs, "It just, the way you look at him..."

"Merlin! Stupid breeze!" I curse causing my three companions to fall about in a fit of giggles. I can feel my face heat up; this is embarrassing. I just told them where I was staring! Drat!

"Well, Ronald," Hermione says in between giggles. "The.. Breeze does dazzle him!"

Dazzle him? What is she talking about? I look towards the Ferret again and sigh dreamily. Yes, sigh dreamily. Malfoy is truly dazzling.

"Okay," I breath, reluctantly dragging my gaze back to my friends. "Malfoy is beautiful."

I am lucky that the twins left a long time ago. Because, knowing them, they would tease the hell out of me.

"Bloody hell!" Harry exclaims, sounding like me. Which is slightly scary. "You do fancy Malfoy! Merlin, Ron! You got it bad."

Hermione nods, agreeing. "You should tell him, Ronald. Blaise told me that Malfoy does the same thing."

Great. Now Hermione's new boyfriend is muscling in on our relationship. That is all I need.

I stand up and wave away Hermione's protesting. "I am not going to talk to Draco before you start. I am never telling him."

And with that done, I start to walk towards the castle. I am stupid; why do I always open my month?

"Weasel?" I suddenly hear a familiar drawl. Malfoy.

I turn round to look at him. The breeze is still ruffling his hair. I wish I could run my fingers through it. "Malfoy?"

The blond hesitates before talking. "Blaise said I should talk to you. I bet Granger has been on your back too?"

"She has," I raise an eyebrow. What is this all about? Draco - I mean - Malfoy, is being nice to me? Phew! I don't feel faint at all.

"According to them we - " I suddenly cut him off with my lips. And that's it; we're both kissing. Teeth and tongues are also in line with lips. I finally get to run a hand through his hair.

And, yes, it is soft Parkinson. Ha, I should tell her that.

A voice cuts through our silent bubble of happiness. "Wow! Would you look at that? I told you Hermione!"

We break apart and look at Blaise, who is holding Hermione close to him.

"Yes and we interrupted them," she states. "We didn't mean to," Hermione apologises.

I shake my head, "Its okay." I slip my hand in Draco's; I feel a goofy smile tug on my lips as I do. "I think we should tell Harry."

I see my - ur - boyfriend nod and smile. "Yes, we shall. I can't wait to see his face."

Hand-in-hand Draco and I walk towards the place where Harry and Ginny are sitting to tell them the news...