Author's Note: Of all my fics, I think this is one of my personal favorites.
Disclaimer: Ron, Draco, and the closet belong to JK Rowling. The completely ridiculous pairing is mine.
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"Really, Weasley. All you had to do was ask. Groping is not necessary."
"Shut it, ferret boy, and get out of the way."
"And where, pray tell, do you want me to go? We're in a closet."
"I don't care where you go, just get out of the way so that I can unlock the damned door."
Here sounds a short scuffling, along with muttered curses. Finally, Ron is able to reach the door.
"Oi, ferret boy. Want to shed a little light on the subject?"
"Come here, Weasley. I'll shed something on you…Ouch! Damn you. Lumos."
"Thank you. Alohomora…Alohomora! What the…? Damn Dumbledore and his stupid locks and his stupid closets."
Ron pounds his fists on the closet door, screaming any and all insults he can think of, cursing Dumbledore and Filch and anyone else he can think of. Draco, meanwhile, sits on a box of cleaning supplies and smirks his I'm-So-Sexy smirk. This, of course, irritates Ron further.
"Damn it, Malfoy. Now is not the time to remind me of how good-looking you are. Don't even try, I know exactly what you were going to say."
"You think I'm good looking." It is not a question. It is a statement. Ron's face turns about the same color as his hair and Draco hops off his box. They are now less than six inches apart. Draco grins malevolently and Ron swallows hard. As Draco gets closer, Ron backs up, the still-locked door eventually halting this process. He stands rooted to the spot as Draco inches closer and closer to him. Draco's left arm snakes out and pulls Ron closer to him while his right hand comes to rest on the door. Draco never takes his eyes off Ron. Suddenly, just when Ron thinks he is going to lose it, he hears a click behind him and Draco whispers in his ear.
"Muggle lock. No spell needed." Draco releases Ron's waist and steps past him, letting his lips brush Ron's neck. "See you, Weasly."
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