Title: Chestnuts
Author: baboon
Summary: DM/RW slash, fluff. Silly ficlet about chestnuts.
Disclaimer: I am hereby disclaiming every possession of either Ron or Draco, or anything else you know from the Harry Potter books. It belongs to JK, Warner Bros. and several others, which I'm too lazy to specify now. Am not making money out of this.
Warnings: SLASH (homosexual relationship, you know, two men doing naughty things...), Fluff (does one have to put a warning to that?), Established Relationship, If you squint you might detect hints of bdsm, but honestly? I don't even see them, really. Am not explaining bdsm if you don't know what it is. ;-)

Set in fall, 7th year, post war. Draco was a good boy and behaved, obviously.
A/N: Written in honour of honest, bad-for-my-back WORK, (collecting chestnuts from under the tree) much too late on my laptop in my bed. I quite like chestnuts, though sadly, ours aren't edible. Not Beta-read, though if anyone wants to volunteer... feel free.

„You know, you remind me of one of these, "Ron said contemplating, running one hand through Draco's hair, the other toying with the green, brownish prickly ball.

Draco shifted his head on Ron's thigh so he could look up into Ron's eyes and snort. "What's this, Weasley?" his asked, with the trademark sneer, "feeling particularly poetic today?"

They were lying under the big chestnut tree near the forbidden Forest, enjoying the last sunshine. Ron was leaning on the tree, sitting, while Draco, who had his head on his lover's thigh, had his eyes closed and only been sighing contently from time to time. That was when Ron disturbed the beautiful silence through – opening his mouth.

"Oh come on, have you even thought about it for a moment?" he asked, twirling the chestnut in his hand around.

"You mean, me being all green and brown and prickly?"

Ron poked him in the ribs lightly and mock glared at him. "Well, prickly in any case. Do you want to hear the explanation, now?"

"Oh, DO enlighten me, Weasley; I SO don't want to miss this."

"Well, when you first take it in your hand, it's prickly and it pokes you – like you. The first reflex is to back away, but when you touch it, you find that only some of those pricks really sting – and even those get fewer when you're used to it. And then you realize that actually the shell is really soft – and easily breakable, so you –"

At this, Draco interrupted with a snort and sat up, half mock-indignant, half offended because had described him as easily breakable. "-What? Stomp your foot on it? Squeeze until the insides quell out?"

Ron laughed at him outright – although, now that Draco had said it out loud, it really sounded brutal!

"Yeah, well, let me finish. So, you carefully remove the shell and work through to the heart of it-"

"-and it's hard and shiny?"

"Actually, you're right. I remember when you first opened up to me. That was when I realized that not everything was your father's or your environment's fault – I mean that you just ARE that way. Damn, you know what I mean, don't you?"

Draco gave a non-committal sound and laid back again. There was a short silence, then Ron took up his speech again.

"That's not all, though. If you, for example, carve into that hard skin, you realize that there's a soft filling to the hard nut."

They both shared a look, then Ron added with a teasing smirk, "Well, and in most cases, you'll find that those insides are quite edible."

With that, he tackled the blonde to the ground and placed himself on top of him. Ron's hands were on either side of Draco's head, and a feral grin spread over Draco's face.

"Edible?"

Ron looked at him with already lust filled eyes, and only repeated the word before he leaned in for a hungry kiss.

"Very edible..."

Er.. yeah. I'd find it great if you'd review, but I realize that this is probably full of mistakes (no beta) and not anything big. Still hope that you enjoyed it.