disclaimer: Not my anything. J.K. Rowling's everything. You people know the drill.
Later that day at lunch, Ron was quieter than usual. This didn't go unnoticed by Hermione.
"What is it, Ron? You and Lavender have a big fight?" she mocked the "casual" relationship, if you could call it casual.
Ron shook his head and glanced over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy, normally seated between Crabbe and Goyle, was skulking at the end of the table. The two troll-like boys had abandoned Malfoy when he officially "came out."
"Did Malfoy say something to you?" Harry noticed Ron's glance, but failed to notice that Malfoy glanced back at Ron and the two boys' eyes met for a split second.
Ron blushed to his red roots and once more shook his head. "No. No, he didn't."
"Well if he does say something…" Harry trailed off because a large group of girls walked by, earning his watchful eye.
"Just forget it, Harry. It's not like he can permanently damage me with his words." Still, Ron couldn't forget the twinkle of amusement in Malfoy's eyes when Malfoy noticed his erection. Nor could Ron forget the glance the two of them just shared. He mentally beat himself up, trying to force himself to forget both moments, and trying to force himself to get the blonde Slytherin out of his head. It wasn't right to have sexual thoughts about a guy, especially if you were a Gryffindor and he a Slytherin.
"Stop drooling, Weasley. It's unattractive, and no one wants to see the inside of your mouth when you have food in it." Draco's crotch came into Ron's view, causing Ron to look up suddenly.
"What the bloody hell do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spurted off, wanting desperately to use any number of words that would make even a sailor blush.
"You dropped this earlier in the owlery. Thought it was important." Without another word, Draco pranced off, his well-rounded, firm behind swaying almost as smoothly as any girl's.
Ron stuck the folded piece of paper into his pocket, assuming it was just another of the many letters from Lavender that he had been getting lately.
"Why would he want to give you something that you dropped? Is the little gay ferret trying to be nice to us now or something?" Harry came out of his stupor caused by daydreams of all the curvy girls walking by to insult Malfoy.
Hermione, knowing full well what had just passed between Draco and Ron, snapped at Harry to shut it and leave Ron alone.
Taking the argument that ensued as his cue to get away as quick as possible, Ron grabbed a bit of the dessert that had just popped up onto the table and left. Once in the Great Hall, he unfolded the letter to see which he had dropped. However, instead of a letter from Lavender, it was a letter from someone else, in a more elegant script than hers.
Meet me at the entrance to the Room of Requirement
at five o'clock. I feel that we have important things to discuss.
The note was unsigned, but Ron had a feeling who it was from.
