Author: feltonxmalfoy (aka ronspigwidgeon)
Pairing: HP/RW (unrequited), HP/DM
Rating: T
Warnings: mild swearing and snogging
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: The slimy ferret is disturbing the peace. Ron's POV.
Ron smiled as he looked across the couch at Harry, quietly reading with his bare feet tucked comfortably under him and fringe tumbling over the rims of his glasses. This was the way things should be ordered, just the two of them, sitting in casual silence in their flat, no insecurities and no one to bother them. He just knew that if he stretched out along the length of the couch and rested his head on Harry's hip, Harry would glance down at him, smile slightly, begin to play with his hair, and turn back to his book without a single word of complaint or awkwardness. They were of one mind during their quiet times together, a single entity divided only in that they occupied separate bodies. Years of friendship, shared difficulties, danger, near-death had molded them to one another, had provided them with a mutual understanding without need of words. Ron was content to relax against the back of the couch and just listen to the slow rhythm of breath causing Harry's chest to rise and fall. This was what love should feel like, did feel like, because he knew he loved Harry more than anyone else in the world could even imagine possible. It transcended the life-sacrificing stage of love, because Ron had done that, on several occasions without even a thought to what it might cost him. He would follow Harry to Hell and back, had, in fact. He loved him and he knew that Harry returned that love.
Or, at least, he managed to disillusion himself to the situation for the time being. Until a slim, blonde figure sidled his way between Harry and his book, his arms wrapping around his neck and his lips taking Harry's over. The slimy, bloody ferret. Ron's eyes narrowed and his blood went cold, but neither noticed, too involved in one another. Harry moaned, tossed his book aside, and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, pulling him closer. Ron's fingers curled into fists. Draco Malfoy was not supposed to be molesting his soul mate and his soul mate most certainly was not supposed to be returning the favor.