Title: Journeying: Chapter 4: Christmas Day
Summary: The next day.
Notes: None.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~Christmas Day~
The next day, Christmas Day, breakfast was actually a brunch. The delay was to let the staff and students who had stayed over during the holiday have a restful morning and a chance to open presents. When Draco awoke from his spot in the chair, the early morning sunlight streamed through a small window and brought some cheer to an otherwise dreary common room.
He stretched his slim body throughout his morning routine of dressing and whatnot. There were no presents waiting by the foot of his bed; he hadn't expected any. Concerned about what the day would bring, Draco studied his face in the mirror. He would try to avoid anything about what had happened and perhaps Ron would just chalk the whole thing up to a weird dream. He wished he could be that lucky.
For the actual meal, Ron and Harry were the last ones down to the dining table. The only spots left were across from Draco. Ron, naturally, chose the seat directly in front of him. Draco studiously tried his best to ignore Ron during the meal, but the stubborn boy was making that impossible.
First of all, whenever he reached for something, Ron reached either for the same thing or something nearby, making sure their skins brushed against each other. Then, Ron apparently had slipped his shoes off under the table. One large, sock-covered foot kept trying to snake its way up his robes. A handful of times it found itself higher up than Draco really wanted. He'd blush pink whenever this happened and hastily push the offending body part away. Ron, for his part, carried on an animated conversation with Harry. The only outward recognition of what he was doing to Draco was an occasional triumphant smirk.
Draco excused himself very quickly, leaving his food for the house elves to clean up. He started going down a random hallway. The sound of his feet echoed off the stone walls. Most of the paintings on the walls were sleeping in. An occasional picture or suit of armor would frown or do something else rude as the much-disliked boy escaped.
The reprieve was only temporary however. Soon, Draco heard another set of footsteps following behind him. He hurried his pace, hoping to lose the now-forward teen in the maze-like halls of Hogwarts. As he had expected though, the other footfalls merely sped up as well.
Ron called down the corridor, "Wait up. We need to talk."
Draco decided to grant his unexpected request, but didn't answer. Instead, he turned into an empty classroom and waited for Ron. The room was fairly small. It held one teacher desk and only a dozen student desks. It hadn't been used in some time. All cabinets and shelves were empty, but dust and cobwebs were almost nonexistent. Draco heard Ron's footsteps coming nearer and leaned against the large, wooden teacher desk in, he hoped, a casual manner.
Ron walked in and paused, merely a few steps away from where Draco was. "So," the unusually pale teen drawled, "what do you want?"
Ron studied Draco. He was wearing luxurious black robes with silver clasps. His nail blue eyes were obscured slightly by the blond hair falling in his face. His heart-shaped face looked even more like porcelain than normal in the darkness of the deserted room. Pert, pink lips tempted Ron. Draco, for his part, started to fidget under the assessing gaze.
Smiling, Ron stepped closer to Draco and murmured, "This is what I want."
The taller boy leaned in, and Draco found his mouth being taken. The kiss was not rough, but it was insistent. He couldn't resist such an offer and gave in to Ron. Their tongues met and warred briefly with each other. When both were happy, Ron put his arms around Draco's waist and pressed the other against him. Draco slid his hands behind Ron's back and skimmed them up until his fingers were cradling Ron's head.
The kiss broke apart when the teens needed air. Neither pulled out of the embrace though. When Ron spoke, Draco could smell his breakfast faintly and feel his hot breath on his own face.
"Is it what you want?"
Draco was at first unsure how to respond to the question. Yes, he did want a relationship with Ron. But what if it was some really cruel trick? He wasn't sure that he'd be able to freeze his heart once more. Still not sure, he remained silent.
"You're beautiful, you know," Ron said as he tucked some of Draco's hair behind his ear.
"This isn't some kind of joke or lark for you, is it?" Draco asked earnestly.
Breathing in Draco's fragrance, Ron answered, "Mmm. No, this is very, very real. Want to try and make this work?"
"Hell yeah." Draco grinned. He'd gotten a Christmas present after all.
Summary: The next day.
Notes: None.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~Christmas Day~
The next day, Christmas Day, breakfast was actually a brunch. The delay was to let the staff and students who had stayed over during the holiday have a restful morning and a chance to open presents. When Draco awoke from his spot in the chair, the early morning sunlight streamed through a small window and brought some cheer to an otherwise dreary common room.
He stretched his slim body throughout his morning routine of dressing and whatnot. There were no presents waiting by the foot of his bed; he hadn't expected any. Concerned about what the day would bring, Draco studied his face in the mirror. He would try to avoid anything about what had happened and perhaps Ron would just chalk the whole thing up to a weird dream. He wished he could be that lucky.
For the actual meal, Ron and Harry were the last ones down to the dining table. The only spots left were across from Draco. Ron, naturally, chose the seat directly in front of him. Draco studiously tried his best to ignore Ron during the meal, but the stubborn boy was making that impossible.
First of all, whenever he reached for something, Ron reached either for the same thing or something nearby, making sure their skins brushed against each other. Then, Ron apparently had slipped his shoes off under the table. One large, sock-covered foot kept trying to snake its way up his robes. A handful of times it found itself higher up than Draco really wanted. He'd blush pink whenever this happened and hastily push the offending body part away. Ron, for his part, carried on an animated conversation with Harry. The only outward recognition of what he was doing to Draco was an occasional triumphant smirk.
Draco excused himself very quickly, leaving his food for the house elves to clean up. He started going down a random hallway. The sound of his feet echoed off the stone walls. Most of the paintings on the walls were sleeping in. An occasional picture or suit of armor would frown or do something else rude as the much-disliked boy escaped.
The reprieve was only temporary however. Soon, Draco heard another set of footsteps following behind him. He hurried his pace, hoping to lose the now-forward teen in the maze-like halls of Hogwarts. As he had expected though, the other footfalls merely sped up as well.
Ron called down the corridor, "Wait up. We need to talk."
Draco decided to grant his unexpected request, but didn't answer. Instead, he turned into an empty classroom and waited for Ron. The room was fairly small. It held one teacher desk and only a dozen student desks. It hadn't been used in some time. All cabinets and shelves were empty, but dust and cobwebs were almost nonexistent. Draco heard Ron's footsteps coming nearer and leaned against the large, wooden teacher desk in, he hoped, a casual manner.
Ron walked in and paused, merely a few steps away from where Draco was. "So," the unusually pale teen drawled, "what do you want?"
Ron studied Draco. He was wearing luxurious black robes with silver clasps. His nail blue eyes were obscured slightly by the blond hair falling in his face. His heart-shaped face looked even more like porcelain than normal in the darkness of the deserted room. Pert, pink lips tempted Ron. Draco, for his part, started to fidget under the assessing gaze.
Smiling, Ron stepped closer to Draco and murmured, "This is what I want."
The taller boy leaned in, and Draco found his mouth being taken. The kiss was not rough, but it was insistent. He couldn't resist such an offer and gave in to Ron. Their tongues met and warred briefly with each other. When both were happy, Ron put his arms around Draco's waist and pressed the other against him. Draco slid his hands behind Ron's back and skimmed them up until his fingers were cradling Ron's head.
The kiss broke apart when the teens needed air. Neither pulled out of the embrace though. When Ron spoke, Draco could smell his breakfast faintly and feel his hot breath on his own face.
"Is it what you want?"
Draco was at first unsure how to respond to the question. Yes, he did want a relationship with Ron. But what if it was some really cruel trick? He wasn't sure that he'd be able to freeze his heart once more. Still not sure, he remained silent.
"You're beautiful, you know," Ron said as he tucked some of Draco's hair behind his ear.
"This isn't some kind of joke or lark for you, is it?" Draco asked earnestly.
Breathing in Draco's fragrance, Ron answered, "Mmm. No, this is very, very real. Want to try and make this work?"
"Hell yeah." Draco grinned. He'd gotten a Christmas present after all.