A/N: So, after writing my last angsty drabble, I figured that I needed something cheery. So, this drabble was born, and it is proof of what happens to me when I'm not writing angst.

I become cheesy. grins Enjoy!

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Everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room knew why Draco was there. Or, at least, everyone except Ron Weasley.

It was amazing exactly how stupid the redheaded boy could be. Even Harry had been forced to agree with Draco, though Harry preferred to call the Weasley's mental problem ignorance.

Harry needed to stop listening to Granger.

Yes, even Granger admitted his idiocy, not that she had ever taken long to challenge Weasley on something. But she was determined to take a friendlier approach to say what she thought, using words less harsh, saying instead that he was ignorant and unobservant. Harry, of course, sided with Granger's choice of words.

Draco seemed to be the only one unafraid to say that it was just Weasley's lack of brains that was the problem.

What else could be said? He had listened to Granger explain to him and Harry that Weasley was only pretending that nothing was different, that he didn't see it because he didn't want to. Draco confessed that this would have made sense, if it had been only the first or the second time, not the third, that Draco had come to study in Harry's common room with him.

It didn't matter that Weasley had been in the library with Granger the first time, and that he had missed the outburst by the other Gryffindors, who had tried to stop Harry from even bringing Draco inside the common room, leaving Harry to shout at everyone the real reason Draco was there. It also did not matter that the subject seemed to become taboo the moment everyone had calmed down a bit. It should had been obvious to Weasley the next time Draco had come, sat right across from him, and abnormally close to Harry. Christ, Harry and him even held hands the entire time. But Weasley didn't appear to catch on.

Draco now understood how Weasley could be so hopelessly failing potions.

Weasley was glaring at him right now. He hadn't yet looked away from Draco, and had already ruined two of his History of Magic essays by not paying attention to where he was writing.

Draco wanted to give Weasley something to watch.

But Harry had frowned at the idea. He had told Draco that Weasley had a history of heart failure in his family, and that he didn't want to be the one to prematurely bring it on Weasley. Draco couldn't disagreed more, but he figured that it wouldn't be a thing to tell Harry, especially so soon after their truce.

But that didn't stop Draco from thinking it.

In fact Draco decided that it wouldn't stop him from kissing Harry, either.

Besides, what good was a boyfriend (if that was even what Harry could be called), if you couldn't even kiss him when you wanted to? In fact, last time he checked, Harry definitely enjoyed being kissed by him.

Weasley's eyes were still glued to him. Draco smirked at him, causally scratching his nose with the hand laced through Harry's. Harry shot him a warning look, but he was smiling slightly.

Draco took that as his cue.

He leaned over and quickly closed the distance, locking his lips on Harry's. Draco kissed him quite thoroughly, smiling under Harry's lips as the common room fell into a shocked silence. After what could have been a half a minute, or a half an hour, Draco pulled away reluctantly. He looked eagerly over at Weasley, seeing Harry out of the corner of his eye do the same.

Draco felt the smirk slide of his face.

Weasley seemed to be entirely focused on the essay in front of him, not even the smallest bit of shock on his face.

He hadn't seen Harry and him kiss.

He had looked away when he saw that Harry and Draco were holding hands.

Ron Weasley truly was an idiot.