Oo Well, it's back to the drawing board for me. After the strike of curiosity hit me, I had the urge to write a story about Ron waking up in Draco's bed. Now don't get me wrong, at first I always thought Ron was and would forever be straight. But the thought of him waking up in Harry's or Draco's or any other guy's bed was just too irresistible. So I picked everyone's favorite snogging prince of Malfoy.
And for those of you who have read Kisses… yes, I do have a thing for creamy orange-colored objects. ;p
The bright sun cut through thin curtains and landed on two sleeping faces. One of those faces turned away from the sunlight and snuggled against the other. A strong current suddenly came through, sending the creamy, orange-colored curtains flailing.
"Nn ..ugh… I don't want to wake up…" The sleeping redhead muttered, the bright, yellow sunlight beating down on his face.
Ron groaned, losing the battle for more sleep. He lazily sat up, holding the matching creamy-orange colored sheets to his bare chest. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, it dawned on him that this was not where he was supposed to be.
"Gah!" Ron hissed, jumping from the bed.
He quickly grabbed his cloths. He hopped back over to the bed so he could get his shoes on.
"Ah, get off my feet!' An oddly familiar voice called from behind him.
Ron stopped fiddling with his shoe and turned slowly. He had an idea who would be behind him; he didn't like it very much though.
"Malfoy!"
"Oh, it was you last night?" Draco asked, still half asleep.
Ron started to blush, but instead he could only express the red-hot anger that had boiled up.
"That's all you can say? Don't you realize-"
"I know," Draco muttered, running his hand through his hair.
Ron watched the slender manicured fingers lace through the blonde's slick hair before replying,
"And it wasn't consensual! You bloody raped me!"
"Oh? And yet you're the one who insisted we go "somewhere private?" Draco snorted, "get your facts straight, Weasley."
Ron blushed again; that was actually something he remembered, "But I wasn't in my bloody right mind! I was drunk and drugged!"
"Once again, you're wrong. I was the one who was drunk. You were the one insisting I was a sex god."
Draco smirked, sitting up, "You didn't think I'd remember."
Ron's face brightened to a red tint, "I don't think so. I doubt anyone would go as far as to say you have beautiful eyes."
"So now I have beautiful eyes?" Draco asked, standing up, the sheet still wrapped loosely around his waist.
"I-I never said that," Ron muttered, turning away.
"If you're going to romance someone, make sure you know how first."
"I'm not trying… to…" Ron started, but he trailed off as the blonde sat down next to him.
"Oh, you're not?" Draco asked seductively.
He snaked his arms around Ron's neck and leaned against the redhead's side, his head resting on Ron's shoulder.
"N-No." Ron stuttered, trying to keep his eyes off Draco.
It wasn't that he was scared. No, not anymore. He was just… turned on by his actions. The last thing he needed to do was have to explain to Harry, Hermione, and even worse- Professor Snape. Ron shuddered at the thought.
"Ron? We were looking all over for you!"
"What are you doing in Malfoy's-"
'Speak of the bloody devil.' Ron silently muttered, now staring back into Harry and Hermione's eyes.
Ooh, cliffhanger. I only wrote this because I was bored. And then I made a big deal out of it. Boo… D; Oh, well, maybe if I get bored again I might finish it.
