CREEEAK!
Ron turned his head away from the comfort food he had been consuming non-stop since leaving Harry and Hermione and liked to see who was trying to sneak quietly into his bedroom. It was dark, so he couldn't see the intruder's face, but he could see the shine glinting off his hair. Albino-white hair. Draco!
He glared through the darkness. Draco was looking around the room, not noticing that Ron knew he was there. Ron decided to keep it that way, and turned towards his desk, scooping up more chocolate and shoveling it into his face, cursing himself. He kept an eye on Draco through a mini-mirror that his dad had given him on one of his many raids. It was spotted, but it did the job nicely. Draco was looking at the various baubles around the room that Mr. Weasley gave Ron.
Then Draco came towards the desk, moving purposefully. Ron paused in his shoveling, hearing the footsteps, and Draco had to stop moving for a moment. Ron cocked his head, pretending to listen, then went back to his eating. Draco mimed a sigh of relief, and began walking again. He got closer and stood behind Ron, just out of sight of the mirror, so Ron couldn't see what he was doing. He figured this wasn't an altogether great thing, and turned, as though to go down to the kitchen for milk, and caught Draco's knee with the chair's arm. Draco fell back onto Ron's bed and Ron pulled out his wand and leaned over him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" Ron snarled.
"N…Nothing, really. J…Just a walk?" Draco squeaked, staring up at Ron, who looked rather terrifying in his red-headed rage.
"Nothing? Nothing, tra la la? Is that what you call this? Sneaking into my bedroom, halfway across the city from you? You call that an evening walk?" Ron looked at his muggle digital clock. "At 2 in the morning?"
"I just…" Incoherent mumbling came from Malfoy's mouth. Ron leaned in closer, his face inches from Draco's.
"What was that, little boy?"
"Mmmhbmmsb…" More incoherent mumbling. Ron leaned in even closer, now his face just centimeters away. He didn't see them at the time, but looking back, he realized that Malfoy's arms were splayed all too carefully on either side of him on the bed, which was groaning from their weight.
"I just wanted to see you, Weasel-by." And then Draco covered Ron's mouth with his own and kissed him. At first Ron resisted, then he relaxed and kissed Draco back, leaning on top of him entirely, then repositioning the both of them so they were more comfortable, Draco laying across Ron, Ron's head on the pillow.
2 hours later, Ron woke up; lying nestled in Draco's arms, their foreheads pressed against one another. He couldn't figure out what was happening at first, and then the memories of the naughty night before came rushing back to him like the pool rushing at you at the bottom of a slide. He was confused at first, and then he looked at the sleeping Draco and wanted to kiss him all over again.
What would he tell Hermione?