Written for The Stratified Agate Competition [Always Open].

"You know, you would think that Finch-Fletchley would have better taste than to constantly stare at you the entire time. Some of us were trying to eat our dinners, not watch him eye-fuck you the entire meal," Draco said as he and Ron started their detention. McGonagall, having caught them arguing one too many times in class, sentenced them to cleaning the Charms classrooms without magic for the entire night. Some first year had destroyed it in the last class of the day, though what spell they used was beyond Draco. He didn't think it was possible to cause this amount of damage with just one spell. Unidentifiable goob, for lack of a better word, was hanging from the ceilings, dripping down the walls, and was all over the floor. It was going take all night at the very least, and considering tomorrow was Saturday, McGonagall was probably going to force them to finish whatever else remained when she checked on them in the morning before letting them go to bed.

Ron rolled his eyes. "What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you are apparently too attractive for your own good," Draco replied casually, grabbing a sponge and some water, rolling up his sleeves. He watched Ron out of the corner of his eye, whose back had stiffened as soon as Draco had said it. He turned around and looked at Draco with wide eyes. "What do you mean too attractive for my own good?"

Draco sighed and adopted a long-suffering tone. "You truly don't realize it, do you? That makes you even more attractive, Weasley."

"What exactly about me is attractive though?" Ron asked, clearly disbelieving what Draco was saying, yet curious about it all the same.

"You have pretty eyes and surprisingly nice hair for a Weasley. I've grown taller than you, but it's not like you stopped growing in second year so I'm not dwarfing you, but I could still tuck you underneath my chin if I wanted to you. You've grown into your limbs, so you're just lean, not gangly. And while you have freckles, which are actually very cute, it's not like you're covered with them. You've hit a very nice balance," is what Draco wanted to say. What he ended up actually saying was, "You're not as bad looking as your siblings, so people are surprised."

Ron clenched his jaw and muttered, "Shut up, Malfoy," as he started to clean. Only a few minutes had passed when Ron asked, "How do you know that Justin Finch-Fletchley was staring at me?"

Draco winced. He had hoped that Weasley hadn't noticed that. "What are you talking about, Weasley?"

"There are only two ways that you would have noticed Justin was staring at me. The first is if you were staring at him. The second is if you were staring at me and noticed that someone else was staring was me.

"And the only way you would have noticed Justin staring at me was if you were looking around for people who were staring at me and the only reason you would have done that is if you didn't want anyone else staring at me." At this point, Ron had stopped what he was doing and was standing in front of Draco, arms crossed and with very distracting, very attractive smirk on his face.

"I'm more inclined to believe it was the second option because you have already made a point of calling me attractive. So is that it Malfoy? Do you think I'm attractive? Were you jealous? Do you have a crush-?"

Draco had to shut him up.

There were probably better options than kissing Ron. Draco just couldn't think of any at the moment, especially since Ron started kissing him back.