Ron drew his favorite picture out from beneath is bed pillows as the sounds of night surrounded Hogwarts, and the familiar bedtime noise invaded his senses. He could hear Seamus and Dean beginning their night's festivities two beds over, and Neville grumbled in his sleep. Harry was mumbling his to-do list in the bed beside his.

"Kill Voldemort... Get back with Ginny... All tomorrow. Should only take a couple of hours...Shit... What am I supposed to do after that? Oh yeah, seduce Hermione..."

That made Ron look over despite the heavy red hangings obscuring his view, but he forced his attention back to matters... and other bits of his anatomy, at hand.

Ron took his thoroughly hardened shaft in his hand, and began to stroke. It didn't take long, but it was good the entire time. "Draco..." The whispered word was a broken plea on his lips as he felt the pleasure rise up and burst through his brain like a shower of muggle fire works. Sinking back into a reclining position, Ron sighed at his lack of stamina, but hey, that's what practice was for. Pressing a kiss to the picture, Ron tucked it back in its place... until tomorrow night.

Fin