Running. Running. Running. Draco was late, and the Room of Requirement had never seemed so far away.
There was no telling how he would react to Draco's lateness. It was unlike Draco to worry so much, but he could not help himself. The two were already risking so much: exposure, heartbreak, humiliation. What if there was a sudden change of heart? He would be left alone, and forced to act as if nothing had taken place. Even more so he would be completely devastated. His one true love! The only reason for him to wake each morning, the only person ever to make him feel truly alive!
Focusing, Draco thought I need to meet my heart's desire over and over until at last he was granted admission. Draco ran, breathlessly, to the corner where they had agreed to meet and saw him standing there, waiting for him.
"Ron, I'm so sorry. Professor Trelawney wouldn't stop talking about my supposed "future demise" and I kept trying –"
"I missed you." Ron whispered, a look of mad desire on his face.
It happened quite swiftly. Ron was immersed in Draco, and he immersed in Ron. Draco's fingers ran through the brilliant redness of Ron's hair, and the world ceased to exist. Each kiss left a warm sensation lingering on Draco's lips. He was still breathing heavily, but now for an entirely different reason; an urgent passion had swept through him, begging Ron to continue. Almost intuitively, Ron stopped.
He stared at Draco. There seemed to be a question behind his eyes, and without speaking, Draco nodded eagerly.
Ron and Draco kissed fiercer than they ever had before. Ron's tongue slid in between Draco's thin lips, exploring the rest of his mouth. Draco moaned at the pleasure he was experiencing from Ron's kisses. Their enthusiasm growing, Draco removed his robes as Ron threw his trousers aside.
They understood each other.