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Disclaimer: Sure ya all know I'm no JKR, so deal with it!
Warnings: Poor, little, naïve Ron can't make himself stop looking at a ravishing sex scene *snicker*
Word Count: 461
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A Lost Bag, Or A Found Shag?
Ron Weasley was quickly walking away from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Let's just say it wasn't Ron's best day ever, and he definitely didn't want to stay in Snape's presence more than necessary (Snape finally got the job he wanted, to Ron's dismay).
'Wait a sec. Where is – what – oh fuck!' Thought Ron irritatedly. 'Ugh, for Merlin's sake! I couldn't have –, my bag –'. He let out a frustrated groan. 'I must've forgotten it in the bloody classroom!' He started walking with heavy steps towards the DADA classroom. 'Might as well get it back before Snape comes back…'
Ron reached the door handle, and when he opened the room, flabbergasted was an awful understatement for how Ron felt at the scene that met his eyes.
He thought he must be dreaming, so what he saw was dream-Harry, almost naked – save his half way down trousers – and moving rhythmically, as if thrusting into something. He saw a flurry of metal blond, as it struck him that his best mate wasn't just thrusting his body into something; he was thrusting a certain part of his body into someone.
Next dream-Harry moved a bit – probably to get a better angle, he thought and shuddered – and saw writhing on a table someone way too familiar, but all too unwelcomed nonetheless; 'Malfoy?' He mentally kicked himself. Of course it wasn't Malfoy; it was dream-Malfoy, since it all was a dream. A nightmare actually. Wasn't it?
It all became too realistic as he heard a muffled groan, followed by "Harder! Oh fuck, Harry! Faster, faster!"
He came to realise that it wasn't dream-Harry doing dirty things with dream-Malfoy; it was actually Harry, his best mate, shagging Draco Malfoy, his supposed nemesis. 'Wonderful. Could this day get any better?'
He wasn't sure why, but he just couldn't bring himself to avert his gaze. He had two options: let them know he was there, and by that risking his and Harry's closeness, or just walk away and pretend it never happened. If he were to choose the latter, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could never look at his friend in the eye; at least not in the same way.
A pretty loud moan drew Ron back from his musings.
"Oh, shit, Draco! I'm so close –"
"Me – fuck, me too! Uhh… faster!"
And then Ron heard two half-muffled cries, as Harry and Malfoy came and he saw them snogging in the most erotic way he'd ever imagined someone could; covered in sticky white cum, all sweaty and panting, their breath still uneven and hitching…
'Maybe I should've chosen the latter.' He thought sheepishly and quickly closed the door, and all but ran to the Gryffindor Tower, his bag all forgotten…
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