Well, here we go.
An explanation - I don't know what this is. I have more of it written, but I'm not sure where it's going, and I don't want to put more out there until I have a clear idea. Knowing me, that might be never. I wrote this very recently, as I was browsing fanfiction for Ron Draco love and was absolutely not satisfied. I adore Ron and Draco in character and close to normal, and I've been realizing how much AU and OOC stuff for them there is out there (which makes sense, I mean, its Ron and Draco...how does that even fit into JK's version, right?) Also, that isn't an insult to Ron Draco writers. It's just my personal preference, you're all very talented and amazing...and probably update more than me.
....So this popped out.
Warnings: Suggested gay sex, EXTREMELY short (182 words!!!!)
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"Please, Draco. Be polite." Ron couldn't help worrying. If his family didn't approve of Draco...he didn't know what he would do.
Draco sniffed and looked slightly - no, extremely - insulted, "Weasley. I'm a Malfoy. We are nothing if not polite."
Ron scoffed, "You call your treatment of Harry, Hermione and me…and every other non-Slytherin 'polite'?"
"We're polite to people who aren't our enemies," Draco rolled his eyes and sighed, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
Sighing, Ron said, "That's what I'm afraid of. The Weasley family used to be your 'enemy'."
Draco raised an eyebrow flirtatiously, "Clearly that's not the case anymore. Or have you forgotten this morning? Last night? The night before? The night before that? EVERY night before that for the past year?" He winked and reached over, pinching Ron's butt slightly to invoke a yelp, "Don't you worry, Ron. I'll be absolutely…delectable." He leaned over and kissed Ron on the nose, a mischievous glimmer in his eye.
Ron swallowed, his throat dry. Great. Now he was nervous for an entirely different reason.
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haha...tell me if you like this enough to want more...or are frustrated enough to want more...