Draco and Ron were fighting. Again.

It was the same, done-to-death argument; Draco had called Harry and Hermione some names, which they had heard a thousand times before, and just rolled their eyes tiredly at him. But, Ron, and his famous Weasly temper, couldn't resist. He was now yelling random insults, while Draco did about the same.

Harry and Hermione had left them after watching half-heartedly for a while, Harry glaring at Malfoy for most of the time.

Their insults were getting weaker and weaker, and the two of them of them were left glaring daggers at each other. They were both breathing heavily, Ron looking down on Draco, who was an inch or two shorter, and Draco looking right back.

'I never noticed how . . . nice?...Draco's eyes are before now . . . ,' Ron blanched at his own thoughts. 'No, what is wrong with me? This is Draco, sworn enemy to your best friend!'

Ron unknowingly dawned a look of confusion and inner turmoil. Draco, of course, simply smirked at Ron's confusion, which only fed more to Ron's strange thoughts. As if he had no control over his own body, Ron impulsively leaned in and kissed Draco square on the lips.

When Ron's mouth crashed into his, Draco was stunned. Confused. Wondering why he wasn't as repulsed as he thought he might have been and why he wasn't pushing him away.

At first he didn't move, neither to kiss Ron back, nor to pull away. But as Ron's soft, slightly salty lips moved desperately against his, his eyes closed of their own accord and his lips kissed back.

Ron was secretly floored. If he was anyone else at the moment, his mouth would fall open at the sight of them.

Draco was returning his kiss. But Ron wasn't kissing him anymore . . . out of shock, he had stopped moving. Draco was pulling back to see why, and Ron leaned in again, Draco gladly replying by kissing him more deeply.

'Ron is a actually a good kisser, who would have thought? . . . But I'm better.' Draco thought, and headstrong as ever.

He pushed his tongue against Ron's teeth, demanding entrance. Giving in, Ron's breath left him when Draco pushed him too forcibly up against a bookcase.

Ron could feel Draco's sadistic smirk against his own, but he couldn't help grinning a little himself. Despite the fact that his back was pressing against hard books. Ron could tell that a book wasn't the only thing pressing against him – but thinking about that made him feel a little dizzy.

Draco lightly maneuvered them until they were on the floor, where he straddled Ron's hips, striving for the dominance he was so used to. Ron noticed. So somehow, just to tease, Ron flipped the positions so that Draco was the one on his back.

Ron was the one smirking now, and he pushed Draco down to the ground so that he was lying in the aisle and so that he had one arm on either side of Draco's head for support. Draco gave a little growl, which made Ron laugh.

"Having fun?" Draco whispered in his ear.

"Plenty," Ron said back.

Their tongues danced a while longer, that is, until . . . .

"What in the name of Merlin?!"

Ron looked up and his face went pale, his freckles like polka dots. He slowly got up and off Draco and helped him up with out a word. Draco got a look at what was making Ron act so weird. The response was more of an embarrassed blush on Draco.

Both found Hermione staring at them, with her mouth hanging open, and they could tell that she was just itching to say something – just as soon as she got over her shock.

"What are you two doing? Don't you guys hate each other??" she whispered loudly and piercing them with her gaze. Draco looked as if he couldn't find his tongue. The two just stared at each other, their eyes going back between themselves and Hermione. Finally, Ron spoke up.

"Umm . . . It kinda, sorta just . . . happened," he said. "I don't know how. . . ."

"So you two just found yourselves making out on the floor in the library by accident?" she hissed.

Draco stole a look at Ron, "Almost by accident," he answered.

"Pretty much."

"If that's true…" Hermione began to steam. "Then the library is forever ruined for me because of you guys!"

Draco looked embarrassed and Ron was a bright shade pink. They looked like two little kids who got caught doing something especially off limits.

Which, depending on what way you looked at it, they were.

"Listen, 'Mione, I would really, really wish you would keep this between us," Draco said, finally looking at her again. She flinched at the nickname.

"After all you've done to me? I think you'd deserve whatever happened!" she answered.

"No!" Ron interjected before she could get into a full-blown lecture. "You can't tell anyone, not even Harry. Because whatever happens to Draco would happen to me too. Not to mention he'd probably think I'm a hypocrite and a traitor for doing something like . . . ," Ron sadly added, "Well . . . this . . . "

She thought a moment, then sighed. "You're probably right. I won't tell, if only to protect Ron. But I'm not happy about this. Even though both of you looked like you were really enjoying it," she said smiling for the first time.

Ron flushed deep red and Draco simply got less pale.

"Well, I'm going to go now . . . Oh, well, I forgot what I came to do anyway."

Hermione started to leave. And after she got a few steps away, she turned back and said, "I can never go in the library again without thinking of this!"

And she laughed for some reason. Then walked off, her shoulders still shaking with amusement.

Ron was staring at the ground, blushing like a girl . . . Draco just tried willing Ron to do something with those nice eyes other than look sad.

It didn't work, he was too busy thinking about something else.

So Draco pushed Ron away, obviously angry at him for being so bloody embarrassed. He stalked away, grumbling under his breath. Thank Merlin they'd only been caught by Hermione and not the librarian.

Draco leaving him allowed Ron to be all alone with his confused thoughts about a certain blonde Slytherin who'd kissed him with a glint in his eye, not denying at all that he'd done so.

And then left him.