Disclaimer - I'm just exercising them for J.K. Rowling, and will profit in no way from this fic.
The title is something Ron says, not my inflated ego thinking I've come up with something unique. All feedback welcome.
This is something no one's ever done before.
Ron stood on top of the astronomy tower, letting the sharp gusts of chill wind distract him from his swirling thoughts. Here, he could see the forbidden forest, could see the moon casting shadows, distinct and sharp, and he moved so that he was in the moonlight, so he cast a shadow of his own. So he was not in a shadow. He could find distraction here, distraction that he could not find in his dormitory where five older brothers had slept, where his best friend slept now.
He heard the door open, and spun around, trying to feel the familiar resentment when he saw the silver head of Draco Malfoy, but his anger seemed to have been bleached away by the moonlight.
"So, how many detentions and points from Gryffindor do you intend to take obscene delight in this time, Prefect Malfoy?" he snarled, without, however, much conviction. An irritated look flickered across Draco's face, but his voice was as cool as ever, and strangely mild, as he leaned against the wall.
"I'm not here on prefect's business, Weasley, so do yourself a favour and scuttle back to your tower before I decide I am." Draco paused, tilting his head and looking at Ron more closely. "Wait, where are the others? The suns to your shadow? Are you sure you can stand all this moonlight without them here to shade you?"
Ron ground his teeth. "It may have escaped your limited powers of observation, Malfoy, but I am a person in my own right, and not joined to anyone's hip. A pity the same cannot be said for Crabbe and Goyle. If I see them muss up each other's hair at breakfast in that ridiculously camp fashion one more time, I think I will be ill."
"Moonlight becomes you, Weasley." observed Draco, very amused. "It obviously amplifies your articulation. I am intrigued by what could have dragged you from your post at Potters side. Do tell."
"Forgive me if I don't confide in you, Malfoy." sneered Ron, "I don't think I can stand all the sympathy and understanding you're so famed for."
"Very neat." Draco approved. "I suggest that you tell me, however, before I remember that I am a prefect and that you are out of bed."
"I knew the stoop to blackmail wouldn't take long, those Malfoy genes can't be kept down."
Draco flinched involuntarily. "Blackmail?" he snapped. "Hardly. Rules, Weasley. You would think that even your family would be able to afford common sense for their children." He saw Ron flinch in turn, and stepped forward from the shadows of the door, coming to stand near Ron. "Tell me."
Ron looked away, then back, searching Draco's face with an unexpected look. Draco had never thought that Ron could have such piercing eyes, but he guessed he had never seen them close and unguarded like this.
"If I tell you why I'm here, will you tell me why you're here?"
Now Draco searched Ron's face, and felt a strange urge to share his secret with him. He nodded almost involuntarily.
"I'm here," started Ron, almost inaudibly, "wishing that I could do something that no one in my family has ever done before. That I could be famous in my own right. That I could get out of the shadow."
"I'm here," said Draco, equally softly, "wishing that I could escape my family name. That I could do things because I want to do them. That I could be free of the expectations put on the son of Malfoy."
Understanding hovered between them, as they looked at each other and realised how similar their positions were. A tentative smile flickered on Ron's lips, and he could see the first traces of an answering smile on Draco's. Suddenly, they heard footsteps and teachers' voices on the stairs. Ron snatched something off the ground, pulled Draco close, and wrapped the something around them both, stifling Draco's protests with a hissed: "It's the invisibility cloak, shut up.". Draco froze against Ron as the door opened and Professors McGonagall and Sinistra appeared. They glanced cursorily around the landing, muttered something about Flich and wild goose chases, and disappered again. An ominous click sounded behind them, and their footsteps were heard retreating down the stairs. Ron pulled the cloak off them, strangely reluctant to let Draco move away from him. Once free, Draco moved over to the door, and tried the handle. A fleeting look of panic crossed his face.
"Have you got your wand, Weasley?"
"No, why? Is the door locked?"
"Yes." Draco slumped onto the stone seat, his mind whirling with possible consequences. Ron joined him, equally slumped and silent.
"This is awful." Draco breathed at last. "Imagine what will happen if they don't open that door until, say, breakfast time tomorrow morning. Everyone will notice we're missing, and will notice our sudden reappearance, and will think we..." his voice trailed off, obviously unable to finish that thought. Silence descended again.
"Well," said Ron with a small laugh, "this is something none of my brothers ever did; getting their reputation ruined by a Malfoy."
"Yeah, and it's not something that's expected of a Malfoy either. And you should be privileged to have your reputation besmirched by a Malfoy." Draco snapped, although the words lacked sting.
"I can think of privileges I'd rather have."
Draco slumped toward Ron, who was leaning toward him, and their shoulders met and held as they contemplated this new twist. Draco let his head fall down onto Ron's shoulder, as if he just couldn't keep it up any longer. Ron shifted to look down on the silver head, a movement which almost caused Draco to slip. Ron slid an arm around his shoulders, letting Draco pillow his head more comfortably. Neither spoke, as if afraid that words would spoil this strange intimacy. Ron stared up at the stars, Draco down at his hands, twisting in his lap.
Ron felt Draco's head shift on his shoulder, and looked down to find Draco looking up at him, their faces almost touching.
"Ron," said Draco, "don't you think it's a waste to have your reputation ruined for nothing?" Ron looked at him consideringly. "I mean," continued Draco, "everyone's going to think I had my wicked way with you and they'll expect you to know things, things that only a master teacher such as myself could provide." A smile began to curve Ron's lips. "It could fatally damage my reputation if word got out that I didn't teach you anything and - "
His voice was cut off by Ron's mouth over his, and Ron's tongue invading through parted lips, and Ron's free hand holding his face still, and Draco forgot whatever it was that he wanted to say anyway, as he gasped and tried to deal with the concept that Ron Weasley was kissing him, and he was on fire, and where the hell did Ron learn to kiss like that?
Draco's hands grasped the front of Ron's robes as Ron pressed him closer, and he kissed him back feverishly, letting one hand slide up to tangle in Ron's hair. Ron's lips tore away from his, and trailed over his neck, kissing, licking, biting, sucking, in a complex rhythm that just about shattered Draco.
"Wait.. Ron..." he panted, "aren't I supposed to be the one seducing and, oh gods, besmirching you?"
"Are you complaining, Draco?" said Ron, into his neck, dealing with the fastenings on his cloak with one hand, tiliting Draco's head up to a better angle with the other. Draco gasped and shivered as Ron found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Gods, no-" Draco gasped. "I just didn't think you'd be like this."
"And you've been thinking about kissing me for just how long?" Ron contrived to still sound amused and in control, although his hand was shaking slightly as he finished dealing with the fastenings. He cut off what ever reply Draco was formulating by leaning forward and kissing him again. As their mouths tangled, Ron couldn't bite back a growl of pleasure, and he moved Draco so he was lying back on the bench with Ron braced over him. Draco's hands slid up the back of Ron's cloak and inside his shirt, running lightly over the exposed skin. Ron's fingers were busy on Draco's shirt buttons, which were soon open halfway down his chest. Ron paused, pulled his mouth away, and deliberately opened the last recalcitrant button with his teeth. Draco arched up as Ron kissed his way back up his chest, and muttered fiercely: "This seat is too hard. I wish we had a bed."
A puff of purple smoke and a flash of light interrupted them, and they Ron jumped backward and fell off the seat, exposing Draco's half dressed body to the light.
"Yes, indeed, I bet you wish you had a bed." crowed a familiar voice, and they looked up with horror to see Peeves above them clutching a camera. He laughed gleefully and turned three somersaults before scooting off to the door. "I'll lock it behind me, since you obviously want some privacy, and I'll be sure to show you the photo in the morning when the teachers come to let you out." With that, he flew through the door, slamming and locking it behind him.
Draco groaned and sat up on the seat, pulling the edges of his shirt together with unsteady fingers. Ron looked beyond even groans as he stared after the poltergeist.
"Oh. Gods." Ron whispered at last. "We're dead." Draco's mind whirled furiously as he tried to assimilate this fresh disaster.
"None of my brothers have EVER done anything like this. Not even Fred and George." Ron continued. "What shall we do?" Draco snapped out of his abstraction to focus on Ron, seeing his hair all ruffled and his cloak askew and trying very hard not to just slide down onto the ground next to him and kiss him again.
"I have an idea." Draco said at last. Ron looked at him, eyes hopeful. "We'll brazen this out. We'll act deliriously in love and really give the school something to talk about." Ron looked doubtful.
"Your father will kill you." he pointed out.
"I'll come to live with you."
"My brothers will kill me."
"We'll have to live with Harry, then."
Ron looked at Draco's eyes shining silver in the moonlight, and pulled him down to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around Draco, settled him more comfortably, then kissed his lips lightly.
"Ok, then, Draco."
"That's it? Ok, and a chaste kiss?" asked Draco in outrage. "A Gryffindor couldn't fool a first year Hufflepuff if they tried."
"I'm waiting for you to come through with your boasts about besmirching," explained Ron, amused, "but if you'd rather I took the lead again..." Draco wasted no time in arguing, but kissed Ron deeply, expertly, and to such good effect that Ron pinned Draco to the ground with deft suddenness and abruptly took up where they had left off on Peeves's arrival. Draco was more than happy to comply.
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Professors McGonagall and Snape came and let them out the next morning, right slap in the middle of breakfast. Obviously, Peeves had timed his disclosure for the maximum humiliation, and now Ron and Draco would have to walk ino the middle of breakfast in front of the whole school, who would have, by now, probably all seen the photo too. Neither boy made any attempt to tidy themselves up over much, beyond actually putting their clothes back on, and Draco critically surveyed Ron to ensure that he had enough of a rumpled look.
"People expect me to be fantastic in bed." he explained, at Ron's arched eyebrow. "I want to make sure you look suitably ravished." Ron smiled, a knowing, sensual smile, and slid his hand to hold the back of Draco's neck, tilting his head up. The other hand pressed against the small of Draco's back, and Ron continued to smile as he lowered his lips to Draco's neck, where he kissed and bit and sucked with abandon, ignoring Draco's protests and squirms and needing gasps. At last he pulled back and admired his handiwork in the shape of a black bruise on Draco's neck, clearly visible above his collar.
"People expect me to be the possessive type." he explained. "I want to make sure there is no question about that." Draco smiled slyly, and almost purred.
"I would reciprocate, but I had enough forethought to leave one last night." His fingers brushed over the betraying mark on Ron's neck. "I told you I was fantastic in bed."
"I wouldn't agree," answered Ron. As Draco's eyes narrowed with suspicion and anger, he continued "since I've never had you in a bed."
"It'll be me having you, Weasley." he snapped.
"Are you only going to call me Ron when I've reduced you to a breathy little heap of lust?"
It was at this point in the exchange that McGonagall and Snape arrived, both looking furious, but seeming beyond much speech as McGonagall snapped: "Fifty points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin, and a detention for both of you. Now go straight to the hall and have some breakfast, then go and get changed. And have a shower."
They trailed down the stairs behind their indignant professors, and took a deep breath before they entered the dining hall. Draco took Ron's hand, and smiled that familiar, mocking smile. They strolled into the dining hall with as much nonchalance as they could muster, entering to a shocked silence as everyone turned to look at them, then back to the picture that Peeves had thoughtfully blown up and suspended from the roof. Ron closed his eyes for an anguished moment at the sight of him and Draco entwined on the bench. Peeves had caught them well, he acknowleged as the Ron in the photo licked the belly of the Draco in the photo lingeringly. He caught himself, and turned to Draco, the hall still filled with an expectant hush. Draco smiled, a superior, triumphant smile, and pulled Ron into his arms for a deep kiss, tongue snaking out to twine around Ron's tongue. Draco dimly heard the dining hall erupt into whistles and cat calls, and pulled reluctantly away. His smile was still cocky and triumphant as he let go of Ron and started toward the Slytherin table. Ron caught his arm, and turned him back, smiling his own indecently pleased smile as he deftly did up the two buttons on Draco's robe that had come undone during the kiss, then patted him casually on the cheek before striding off to the Gryffindor table.
As he ate his breakfast, Draco mused on the fate that had served him this twist, and looked up in time to see Ron looking at him. He smiled across at the other boy, a rare, warm, genuine smile, and felt his cheeks tingle hot as Ron blew him a kiss. He didn't care if his father disowned him. He tried not to laugh at the way his fellow Slytherin's treated him as if he had a contagious disease. He tried very hard not to preen too much over the obviously satisfied glow that Ron emanated, and the puzzled glances that the Gryffindors kept sending him. This was great. This was how things should be. A shaft of sunlight glanced across Ron's face, and Draco couldn't think of anything better than both of them sharing the light.
Ron drank in the silent incredulity of his friends. He nearly laughed out loud at the excited whisperings and staring. He couldn't help his gaze from straying to Draco Malfoy, who was eating his breakfast with distinctly more appetite than usual, as though he desperately needed refuelling after an intense experience. This felt fantastic. This was how things should be. He saw Draco look at him, smiling that genuine smile, and sent a kiss back, unable to think of anything better than seeing that smile.
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Well, there it is. It's a stand alone right now, but I'm considering extending it to deal with the reactions of others, and some more compromising positions.
All feedback is welcome, particularly regarding my characterisation. I have problems with Draco especially. So, if I have missed something vital in Draco's psyche, let me know. As for Ron, he's not the innocent he seems...
The title is something Ron says, not my inflated ego thinking I've come up with something unique. All feedback welcome.
This is something no one's ever done before.
Ron stood on top of the astronomy tower, letting the sharp gusts of chill wind distract him from his swirling thoughts. Here, he could see the forbidden forest, could see the moon casting shadows, distinct and sharp, and he moved so that he was in the moonlight, so he cast a shadow of his own. So he was not in a shadow. He could find distraction here, distraction that he could not find in his dormitory where five older brothers had slept, where his best friend slept now.
He heard the door open, and spun around, trying to feel the familiar resentment when he saw the silver head of Draco Malfoy, but his anger seemed to have been bleached away by the moonlight.
"So, how many detentions and points from Gryffindor do you intend to take obscene delight in this time, Prefect Malfoy?" he snarled, without, however, much conviction. An irritated look flickered across Draco's face, but his voice was as cool as ever, and strangely mild, as he leaned against the wall.
"I'm not here on prefect's business, Weasley, so do yourself a favour and scuttle back to your tower before I decide I am." Draco paused, tilting his head and looking at Ron more closely. "Wait, where are the others? The suns to your shadow? Are you sure you can stand all this moonlight without them here to shade you?"
Ron ground his teeth. "It may have escaped your limited powers of observation, Malfoy, but I am a person in my own right, and not joined to anyone's hip. A pity the same cannot be said for Crabbe and Goyle. If I see them muss up each other's hair at breakfast in that ridiculously camp fashion one more time, I think I will be ill."
"Moonlight becomes you, Weasley." observed Draco, very amused. "It obviously amplifies your articulation. I am intrigued by what could have dragged you from your post at Potters side. Do tell."
"Forgive me if I don't confide in you, Malfoy." sneered Ron, "I don't think I can stand all the sympathy and understanding you're so famed for."
"Very neat." Draco approved. "I suggest that you tell me, however, before I remember that I am a prefect and that you are out of bed."
"I knew the stoop to blackmail wouldn't take long, those Malfoy genes can't be kept down."
Draco flinched involuntarily. "Blackmail?" he snapped. "Hardly. Rules, Weasley. You would think that even your family would be able to afford common sense for their children." He saw Ron flinch in turn, and stepped forward from the shadows of the door, coming to stand near Ron. "Tell me."
Ron looked away, then back, searching Draco's face with an unexpected look. Draco had never thought that Ron could have such piercing eyes, but he guessed he had never seen them close and unguarded like this.
"If I tell you why I'm here, will you tell me why you're here?"
Now Draco searched Ron's face, and felt a strange urge to share his secret with him. He nodded almost involuntarily.
"I'm here," started Ron, almost inaudibly, "wishing that I could do something that no one in my family has ever done before. That I could be famous in my own right. That I could get out of the shadow."
"I'm here," said Draco, equally softly, "wishing that I could escape my family name. That I could do things because I want to do them. That I could be free of the expectations put on the son of Malfoy."
Understanding hovered between them, as they looked at each other and realised how similar their positions were. A tentative smile flickered on Ron's lips, and he could see the first traces of an answering smile on Draco's. Suddenly, they heard footsteps and teachers' voices on the stairs. Ron snatched something off the ground, pulled Draco close, and wrapped the something around them both, stifling Draco's protests with a hissed: "It's the invisibility cloak, shut up.". Draco froze against Ron as the door opened and Professors McGonagall and Sinistra appeared. They glanced cursorily around the landing, muttered something about Flich and wild goose chases, and disappered again. An ominous click sounded behind them, and their footsteps were heard retreating down the stairs. Ron pulled the cloak off them, strangely reluctant to let Draco move away from him. Once free, Draco moved over to the door, and tried the handle. A fleeting look of panic crossed his face.
"Have you got your wand, Weasley?"
"No, why? Is the door locked?"
"Yes." Draco slumped onto the stone seat, his mind whirling with possible consequences. Ron joined him, equally slumped and silent.
"This is awful." Draco breathed at last. "Imagine what will happen if they don't open that door until, say, breakfast time tomorrow morning. Everyone will notice we're missing, and will notice our sudden reappearance, and will think we..." his voice trailed off, obviously unable to finish that thought. Silence descended again.
"Well," said Ron with a small laugh, "this is something none of my brothers ever did; getting their reputation ruined by a Malfoy."
"Yeah, and it's not something that's expected of a Malfoy either. And you should be privileged to have your reputation besmirched by a Malfoy." Draco snapped, although the words lacked sting.
"I can think of privileges I'd rather have."
Draco slumped toward Ron, who was leaning toward him, and their shoulders met and held as they contemplated this new twist. Draco let his head fall down onto Ron's shoulder, as if he just couldn't keep it up any longer. Ron shifted to look down on the silver head, a movement which almost caused Draco to slip. Ron slid an arm around his shoulders, letting Draco pillow his head more comfortably. Neither spoke, as if afraid that words would spoil this strange intimacy. Ron stared up at the stars, Draco down at his hands, twisting in his lap.
Ron felt Draco's head shift on his shoulder, and looked down to find Draco looking up at him, their faces almost touching.
"Ron," said Draco, "don't you think it's a waste to have your reputation ruined for nothing?" Ron looked at him consideringly. "I mean," continued Draco, "everyone's going to think I had my wicked way with you and they'll expect you to know things, things that only a master teacher such as myself could provide." A smile began to curve Ron's lips. "It could fatally damage my reputation if word got out that I didn't teach you anything and - "
His voice was cut off by Ron's mouth over his, and Ron's tongue invading through parted lips, and Ron's free hand holding his face still, and Draco forgot whatever it was that he wanted to say anyway, as he gasped and tried to deal with the concept that Ron Weasley was kissing him, and he was on fire, and where the hell did Ron learn to kiss like that?
Draco's hands grasped the front of Ron's robes as Ron pressed him closer, and he kissed him back feverishly, letting one hand slide up to tangle in Ron's hair. Ron's lips tore away from his, and trailed over his neck, kissing, licking, biting, sucking, in a complex rhythm that just about shattered Draco.
"Wait.. Ron..." he panted, "aren't I supposed to be the one seducing and, oh gods, besmirching you?"
"Are you complaining, Draco?" said Ron, into his neck, dealing with the fastenings on his cloak with one hand, tiliting Draco's head up to a better angle with the other. Draco gasped and shivered as Ron found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Gods, no-" Draco gasped. "I just didn't think you'd be like this."
"And you've been thinking about kissing me for just how long?" Ron contrived to still sound amused and in control, although his hand was shaking slightly as he finished dealing with the fastenings. He cut off what ever reply Draco was formulating by leaning forward and kissing him again. As their mouths tangled, Ron couldn't bite back a growl of pleasure, and he moved Draco so he was lying back on the bench with Ron braced over him. Draco's hands slid up the back of Ron's cloak and inside his shirt, running lightly over the exposed skin. Ron's fingers were busy on Draco's shirt buttons, which were soon open halfway down his chest. Ron paused, pulled his mouth away, and deliberately opened the last recalcitrant button with his teeth. Draco arched up as Ron kissed his way back up his chest, and muttered fiercely: "This seat is too hard. I wish we had a bed."
A puff of purple smoke and a flash of light interrupted them, and they Ron jumped backward and fell off the seat, exposing Draco's half dressed body to the light.
"Yes, indeed, I bet you wish you had a bed." crowed a familiar voice, and they looked up with horror to see Peeves above them clutching a camera. He laughed gleefully and turned three somersaults before scooting off to the door. "I'll lock it behind me, since you obviously want some privacy, and I'll be sure to show you the photo in the morning when the teachers come to let you out." With that, he flew through the door, slamming and locking it behind him.
Draco groaned and sat up on the seat, pulling the edges of his shirt together with unsteady fingers. Ron looked beyond even groans as he stared after the poltergeist.
"Oh. Gods." Ron whispered at last. "We're dead." Draco's mind whirled furiously as he tried to assimilate this fresh disaster.
"None of my brothers have EVER done anything like this. Not even Fred and George." Ron continued. "What shall we do?" Draco snapped out of his abstraction to focus on Ron, seeing his hair all ruffled and his cloak askew and trying very hard not to just slide down onto the ground next to him and kiss him again.
"I have an idea." Draco said at last. Ron looked at him, eyes hopeful. "We'll brazen this out. We'll act deliriously in love and really give the school something to talk about." Ron looked doubtful.
"Your father will kill you." he pointed out.
"I'll come to live with you."
"My brothers will kill me."
"We'll have to live with Harry, then."
Ron looked at Draco's eyes shining silver in the moonlight, and pulled him down to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around Draco, settled him more comfortably, then kissed his lips lightly.
"Ok, then, Draco."
"That's it? Ok, and a chaste kiss?" asked Draco in outrage. "A Gryffindor couldn't fool a first year Hufflepuff if they tried."
"I'm waiting for you to come through with your boasts about besmirching," explained Ron, amused, "but if you'd rather I took the lead again..." Draco wasted no time in arguing, but kissed Ron deeply, expertly, and to such good effect that Ron pinned Draco to the ground with deft suddenness and abruptly took up where they had left off on Peeves's arrival. Draco was more than happy to comply.
----
Professors McGonagall and Snape came and let them out the next morning, right slap in the middle of breakfast. Obviously, Peeves had timed his disclosure for the maximum humiliation, and now Ron and Draco would have to walk ino the middle of breakfast in front of the whole school, who would have, by now, probably all seen the photo too. Neither boy made any attempt to tidy themselves up over much, beyond actually putting their clothes back on, and Draco critically surveyed Ron to ensure that he had enough of a rumpled look.
"People expect me to be fantastic in bed." he explained, at Ron's arched eyebrow. "I want to make sure you look suitably ravished." Ron smiled, a knowing, sensual smile, and slid his hand to hold the back of Draco's neck, tilting his head up. The other hand pressed against the small of Draco's back, and Ron continued to smile as he lowered his lips to Draco's neck, where he kissed and bit and sucked with abandon, ignoring Draco's protests and squirms and needing gasps. At last he pulled back and admired his handiwork in the shape of a black bruise on Draco's neck, clearly visible above his collar.
"People expect me to be the possessive type." he explained. "I want to make sure there is no question about that." Draco smiled slyly, and almost purred.
"I would reciprocate, but I had enough forethought to leave one last night." His fingers brushed over the betraying mark on Ron's neck. "I told you I was fantastic in bed."
"I wouldn't agree," answered Ron. As Draco's eyes narrowed with suspicion and anger, he continued "since I've never had you in a bed."
"It'll be me having you, Weasley." he snapped.
"Are you only going to call me Ron when I've reduced you to a breathy little heap of lust?"
It was at this point in the exchange that McGonagall and Snape arrived, both looking furious, but seeming beyond much speech as McGonagall snapped: "Fifty points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin, and a detention for both of you. Now go straight to the hall and have some breakfast, then go and get changed. And have a shower."
They trailed down the stairs behind their indignant professors, and took a deep breath before they entered the dining hall. Draco took Ron's hand, and smiled that familiar, mocking smile. They strolled into the dining hall with as much nonchalance as they could muster, entering to a shocked silence as everyone turned to look at them, then back to the picture that Peeves had thoughtfully blown up and suspended from the roof. Ron closed his eyes for an anguished moment at the sight of him and Draco entwined on the bench. Peeves had caught them well, he acknowleged as the Ron in the photo licked the belly of the Draco in the photo lingeringly. He caught himself, and turned to Draco, the hall still filled with an expectant hush. Draco smiled, a superior, triumphant smile, and pulled Ron into his arms for a deep kiss, tongue snaking out to twine around Ron's tongue. Draco dimly heard the dining hall erupt into whistles and cat calls, and pulled reluctantly away. His smile was still cocky and triumphant as he let go of Ron and started toward the Slytherin table. Ron caught his arm, and turned him back, smiling his own indecently pleased smile as he deftly did up the two buttons on Draco's robe that had come undone during the kiss, then patted him casually on the cheek before striding off to the Gryffindor table.
As he ate his breakfast, Draco mused on the fate that had served him this twist, and looked up in time to see Ron looking at him. He smiled across at the other boy, a rare, warm, genuine smile, and felt his cheeks tingle hot as Ron blew him a kiss. He didn't care if his father disowned him. He tried not to laugh at the way his fellow Slytherin's treated him as if he had a contagious disease. He tried very hard not to preen too much over the obviously satisfied glow that Ron emanated, and the puzzled glances that the Gryffindors kept sending him. This was great. This was how things should be. A shaft of sunlight glanced across Ron's face, and Draco couldn't think of anything better than both of them sharing the light.
Ron drank in the silent incredulity of his friends. He nearly laughed out loud at the excited whisperings and staring. He couldn't help his gaze from straying to Draco Malfoy, who was eating his breakfast with distinctly more appetite than usual, as though he desperately needed refuelling after an intense experience. This felt fantastic. This was how things should be. He saw Draco look at him, smiling that genuine smile, and sent a kiss back, unable to think of anything better than seeing that smile.
----
Well, there it is. It's a stand alone right now, but I'm considering extending it to deal with the reactions of others, and some more compromising positions.
All feedback is welcome, particularly regarding my characterisation. I have problems with Draco especially. So, if I have missed something vital in Draco's psyche, let me know. As for Ron, he's not the innocent he seems...