Disclaimer: Characters not mine. Obviously. This IS fanfiction dot net...

Warning: Adult Themes, Implied MalexMale

Thanks: I wuv my beta. YAY FOR LOONY! Also, I love my toothbrush. Its green :)

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"Stop being a git Draco! I do it all the time! Just put it in your mouth!"

"Yes, but I've never done it before, Potter! Don't rush me!"

Ron paused outside the room that his best mate and his best mate's boyfriend were staying in. He was still surprised that the War Hero and ex-Gryffindor was actually dating the former Ice Prince of Slytherin and Death-Eater-turned-spy, Draco Malfoy. Still, they seemed smitten - disgustingly so - and Hermione had convinced her husband to invite them to stay for a couple of days.

More voices from inside the room distracted the redhead from his musings. [ A/N I know! Not only is the Weasel having thoughts, he's musing]

"Honestly, you're such a prat!"

"I just like to work you up, Harry. The longer I drag this out, the more fun it is."

"Bastard! I could just show you how it's done."

"Pfft. I think I can figure it out."

"Hurry up then, put it in your mouth!"

"Don't I need some of that muggle stuff… you know, in the tube?"

"This stuff?"

"Yeh!"

Now, some may accuse our little Won Won of being thick (slow, dimwitted, Weasley, male) but, by this point in time, he was becoming slightly suspicious.

Surely they're not… Not in my house!

A voice, Draco's, now muffled as though he was talking around something, drifted through the door once again.

"Dere, 'appy now?"

At Harry's laugh Ron began to feel sick. No way, he thought, I'll never be able to go into that room again! I HAVE to stop this!

Not wanting to barge in and be scarred for life, the redhead took his wife's advice for once and knocked on the door.

"Er… mate? Could I talk to you for a bit?"

After a bout of fumbling and a muffled curse, the door opened to reveal a rumpled-looking Harry Potter.

"Hey Ron. What's up?"

"I… er… what do you… er… want for dinner?"

Harry looked thoughtful for a minute before offering a friendly smile, as though he hadn't been just about to do that in Ron's house.

"Oh, well, Draco and I are good for whatever you're getting."

By now, Ron was beginning to feel rather awkward, and decided it was high time for him to take his leave.

"Ur… great… good… right, well… seeya then." And with that, Gryffindor bravery forgotten, he promptly turned tail and virtually ran down the stairs, leaving a confused Harry staring after him.

Shrugging, the brunette closed the door to turn back to his boyfriend who was still standing in the bathroom adjoining their room.

"What was that about, love?"

"Oh, nothing. Ron just wanted to know about dinner."

"We're not eating broth or some such pauper meal are we?"

"Draco! Play nice. The food will be wonderful, Hermione has great taste. Anyway, what do you think, hm? How was your first time?"

"Now, as much as I hate to admit this, you were right! It's so much better than cleaning charms! Now I've used a muggle toothbrush, I'm never going back!"

A/N

Well, doesn't our Won Won have a dirty mind! And you! -le gaspe- My intentions were completely pure! Hehe. Sorry for the slight Weasley bashing :P I do love 'em, they're just so fun to insult! :) ANYway... Review, pwetty pwease!

Love Bellatrix. H.