Ron's cheeks reddened as he watched the other boy dance. He was not a fag, he was just drunk, he repeated this again and again
as he fought his hard on. The black boy who was usually so reserved had gotten as smashed as the rest of them and was now
swaying his hips to the music. Gryffindor had won the house cup and everyone was celebrating, Fred and George had spiked the
punch making the event a shit load more fun. Well at least that was what Ron had thought until this little predicament came about.
He'd never been really close to Dean, sure he's seen the boy enough, but he could honestly say he had never really looked at the
boy before now. His roommate had a long curvy torso, his skin was chocolate, he had hazel eyes, beautiful long legs and an artists
fingers. Ron stopped himself before he could think more about those fingers, and their capabilities.
Said roommate was completely unaware that he was being watched. God he loved to dance, not that he would ever soberly admit
it. The music gave him the same feeling as a paintbrush, he loved to use it, morph it, work with it to create something new. The
song ended and he gave a drunken grin, and slowly made his way to the couch, flopping down next to Ron. He smiled at the other
boy, and was completely confused as the boy's face turned a redder then his hair in return.
Shit. This was just his luck. Damn. Dean had noticed, the other boy was leaning in with a worried look and asking if something was
wrong in a raspy voice. 'Why yes, you happen to be making me extraordinarily horny, and I am trying my best not to jump you. If
you could, please continue dancing, preferably nude while I jack off.'Ron snorted at the absurd thought, making the boy next to him
look even more worried. He really was rather close Ron noticed, err close bad, shit, shit, he needed a way to get the other boy to
move away. "Um you should dance." Ron bit his tongue and cursed himself, oh he didn't just say that, the look on the boys face
clearly stated he did. "Well I mean, um you seem to like dancing and I... Uh wanna dance?" he ended pathetically mentally kicking
himself, god he was an idiot.
Dean was more then a bit confused, but decided to humor the other boy and shyly stood up and helped the other stumbling boy to the
makeshift dance floor. At first they awkwardly just stood there kinda swaying, before Dean loosened up and just gave himself to the
music. He didn't realize how sensual he was being as he bumped into the boy next to him. For once he didn't care what others
would think about him being gay. He just let himself enjoy the warm hard body next to him and the music.
Ron was going to die. There he was standing in a crowd of people and getting completely turned on by another bloke. He was just
drunk, he'd react the same, no better if it was a girl. Dean did a tantalizing move that quite clearly reminded Ron that he was
defiantly getting turned on by a male. He looked around, afraid that some one had seen. Everyone was too drunk to care, and he
noticed in shock, they were hardly the only same sex pair. Harry and Seamus were piratically dry humping, and two younger girls
were making out in a corner. Embarrassed he turned back to his dance partner. Dean had a look of pure bliss on his face, he was
breathing heavily out of his plump lips. Oh god he was a fag. Giving up he bent down and met the other boys lips, swallowing the
gasp of shock. He began moving his body to the music while he devoured the other blokes mouth. What else was a drunk fag to do?
0.o the power of procrastinating... It tis amazing, no? As always please submit any other pairings you'd like to see me do. This is hardly my best, but eehh I am in a writing mood tonight, but don't want to write what I am suppose to... So expect new stories :)