Title: Journeying: Chapter 2: After the Incident: Ron's POV
Summary: Ron's thoughts on what transpired in the bathroom.
Notes: None.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~After the Incident: Ron's POV~
Ron couldn't figure it out. At first glimpse, that entire scene seemed like some new trick that the Slytherin was playing on him. But for some reason, Ron wouldn't believe it. Perhaps it was the different tone of Draco's voice. Perhaps it had been the odd confession, one which Ron found himself accepting all to readily.
Before he knew it, Ron was back in front of the slumbering Fat Lady. He stared at her dumbly for awhile, trying to put his thoughts in order. If Harry was still up, he didn't want to explain what had gotten him in a tizzy.
Ron formulated a plan of attack for not arousing his friend's suspicion. He'd enter. Hopefully, Harry will have already gone to bed. If so, he could sit and watch the fire in the common room while thinking. If Harry was there, then he'd excuse himself, claiming he was tired, and feign sleep on the bed. A good plan, tad simple maybe, but that's what made it so good.
However, before he could enter the room, he had to awaken the Fat Lady.
"Excuse me!" Ron bellowed at the portrait.
The Fat Lady opened her eyes sleepily and mumbled, "Password?" before closing them again.
"Loganberry," Ron quickly replied.
The Fat Lady yawned and the portrait swung open.
Stepping through, the first thing that Ron saw was Harry lying prostrate on the couch with his eyes closed. Ron started to sneak across the room to the entrance to his and Harry's tower.
"What took you so long?" Harry asked groggily. "I almost fell asleep waiting for you."
"I just, uh, needed some time to think about things. Been thinking lots of things. Uh-huh." Ron could feel the heat in his ears as they turned red, giving away his lying.
"Alright then. I'm going to bed. Don't forget; tomorrow's Christmas Day."
Harry hauled himself to his feet and climbed upstairs to his four-poster bed. Ron would have liked to go to sleep, but he was too hyped up. As he paced back and forth, the cold from the stone floor seeping through his worn shoes, his mind replayed those last few minutes spent with Draco.
The other boy had kissed him! *Kissed* him, another *boy*! What was even more disturbing was how readily Ron accepted these thoughts, even in some ways, enjoyed them. He didn't know how to act around Draco anymore. Should he pretend it never happened? Kiss him back in public? Or should he wait for Draco to make the first move again?
Sighing to himself, Ron plopped his lanky butt onto the sofa. He ran his fingers through his own thick, red hair imagining what Draco's would feel like. And what his skin would taste like. And what his ice blue eyes would look like heated with passion. And what his voice would sound like when it cried out his name.
By thinking decidedly unsexy thoughts about his brother Percy, Ron got his raging hormones under control. It was pretty damn obvious to him that he no longer hated Draco. He lusted after him. And, Ron had reason to believe that the Slytherin boy felt similarly towards him. The entire encounter seemed almost unreal, but Ron could still feel a tingle on his lips where Draco's mouth had been.
So, what to do about the situation? He couldn't possibly tell his friends; Harry and Hermione couldn't be expected to understand how he fell. Hell, he wasn't sure how he felt. They'd start to question his judgement; possibly, they would believe that he had been enchanted. And there was another very important factor he was leaving out of this entire equation. Draco himself! Ron had a good idea about how the boy felt, but he didn't know what he would want to do about it.
Perhaps, before he decided to do anything, he should talk to Draco and get his opinion on what to do. Ron stood up and again went to the bathroom. This time though, he was going to get ready for bed.
When he was finished and in his pajamas, Ron laid down to sleep with visions of Draco dancing in his head.
Summary: Ron's thoughts on what transpired in the bathroom.
Notes: None.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~After the Incident: Ron's POV~
Ron couldn't figure it out. At first glimpse, that entire scene seemed like some new trick that the Slytherin was playing on him. But for some reason, Ron wouldn't believe it. Perhaps it was the different tone of Draco's voice. Perhaps it had been the odd confession, one which Ron found himself accepting all to readily.
Before he knew it, Ron was back in front of the slumbering Fat Lady. He stared at her dumbly for awhile, trying to put his thoughts in order. If Harry was still up, he didn't want to explain what had gotten him in a tizzy.
Ron formulated a plan of attack for not arousing his friend's suspicion. He'd enter. Hopefully, Harry will have already gone to bed. If so, he could sit and watch the fire in the common room while thinking. If Harry was there, then he'd excuse himself, claiming he was tired, and feign sleep on the bed. A good plan, tad simple maybe, but that's what made it so good.
However, before he could enter the room, he had to awaken the Fat Lady.
"Excuse me!" Ron bellowed at the portrait.
The Fat Lady opened her eyes sleepily and mumbled, "Password?" before closing them again.
"Loganberry," Ron quickly replied.
The Fat Lady yawned and the portrait swung open.
Stepping through, the first thing that Ron saw was Harry lying prostrate on the couch with his eyes closed. Ron started to sneak across the room to the entrance to his and Harry's tower.
"What took you so long?" Harry asked groggily. "I almost fell asleep waiting for you."
"I just, uh, needed some time to think about things. Been thinking lots of things. Uh-huh." Ron could feel the heat in his ears as they turned red, giving away his lying.
"Alright then. I'm going to bed. Don't forget; tomorrow's Christmas Day."
Harry hauled himself to his feet and climbed upstairs to his four-poster bed. Ron would have liked to go to sleep, but he was too hyped up. As he paced back and forth, the cold from the stone floor seeping through his worn shoes, his mind replayed those last few minutes spent with Draco.
The other boy had kissed him! *Kissed* him, another *boy*! What was even more disturbing was how readily Ron accepted these thoughts, even in some ways, enjoyed them. He didn't know how to act around Draco anymore. Should he pretend it never happened? Kiss him back in public? Or should he wait for Draco to make the first move again?
Sighing to himself, Ron plopped his lanky butt onto the sofa. He ran his fingers through his own thick, red hair imagining what Draco's would feel like. And what his skin would taste like. And what his ice blue eyes would look like heated with passion. And what his voice would sound like when it cried out his name.
By thinking decidedly unsexy thoughts about his brother Percy, Ron got his raging hormones under control. It was pretty damn obvious to him that he no longer hated Draco. He lusted after him. And, Ron had reason to believe that the Slytherin boy felt similarly towards him. The entire encounter seemed almost unreal, but Ron could still feel a tingle on his lips where Draco's mouth had been.
So, what to do about the situation? He couldn't possibly tell his friends; Harry and Hermione couldn't be expected to understand how he fell. Hell, he wasn't sure how he felt. They'd start to question his judgement; possibly, they would believe that he had been enchanted. And there was another very important factor he was leaving out of this entire equation. Draco himself! Ron had a good idea about how the boy felt, but he didn't know what he would want to do about it.
Perhaps, before he decided to do anything, he should talk to Draco and get his opinion on what to do. Ron stood up and again went to the bathroom. This time though, he was going to get ready for bed.
When he was finished and in his pajamas, Ron laid down to sleep with visions of Draco dancing in his head.