i really wanted to use this in a story, or turn it into one, but it just never fit, so here it is as a separate drabble.. :) i love ron/draco
Incense
"What the hell is all this?" Ron demanded, barging into 'their' bedroom.
"Ronald, be quiet. You'll dis-align my chakras," Draco warned, lighting a stick of incense and then taking a seat on a small pillow placed in front of the bed. Around him were small little votive candles; one blue, one silver, one yellow, one black, and one red. He crossed his legs and rested a wrist on each knee, hands open, palms up.
Ron fanned in front of his face, coughing from the intoxicating fumes.
"You dolt, you don't even know what a chakra is. Stop all this hippie new age witchcraft and put a shirt on." He paused. "On second thought, leave your shirt off." He smirked, then went around and blew all the candles out. Draco would have been extremely mad. Normally he would have thrown a hissy fit. Instead, he gazed at the redhead's face. He saw his own trademark smirk across soft pinkish lips and a freckly face. It made him smile inwardly. He'd definitely rubbed off on him.