Title: Spoiled Rotten
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Draco always gets what he wants and Ron hates sharing a bed.
Ron tried his best not to be too much of a liar, when he could help it. This was why he wasn't going to deny that he enjoyed sleeping with Draco Malfoy. Or rather, sleeping with—as in skin on skin, lips and tongue and teeth, and Draco's hoarsely whispered words against his open mouth.
He did not, in the least, enjoy the sleeping part. Mostly because, he couldn't get any sleep. Draco was a horrid bed hog. He twisted and turned until he was comfortably sprawled out in the middle of the bed, regardless of how this pushed poor Ron so close to the edge. The sheets entangled in Draco's limbs with each shift of his body, and he tugged and pulled until he was practically cocooned, and Ron was left with very little to warm his unrobed self.
A sleeping Malfoy, Ron realized, was just as much a selfish twat as a conscious Malfoy.
He shouldn't have been so surprised. He'd gotten used to Draco's attitude and egotistic demands wherever else they interacted. He'd even expected them in the sleeping with part, and hadn't been disappointed. Malfoy was often ordering him about, telling him where to place his hands and how hard to bite in certain areas, and Ron was hardly ever free of the command of "Don't stop, don't stop, I said don't stop, you git!"
But when he was trying to sleep, the whole thing was just rather annoying. So much so, that he'd considered calling off everything entirely. Malfoy wasn't the only fish in the sea, after all. But every time he so much as hinted at breaking it off with Draco, the other boy would practically throw a hissy fit—ignoring him for hours on end, lacing any words with an extra dose of venom, sulking and scowling and acting a right irritating prat.
And so Ron would make amends. He would offer his apologies, they would be grudgingly (all an act of course, the bloody bastard) accepted, they would end up sleeping together, and then Ron was right back where he'd started.
Draco Malfoy always got what he wanted.
And Ron figured that he could live with a few bite marks and bruises, and even a few sleepless nights, so long as he was the one being wanted.