Title: Journeying: Chapter 5: Interlude
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been, never will. Please don't sue. Song "What Made You Say That" belongs Shania Twain.
Summary: An interlude before a trial.
Notes: Song lyrics are in //. The song is "What Made You Say That" and belongs to Shania Twain. This is an illustration of why one should never force songfics.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~Interlude~
//Maybe tonight I'm gonna tell him how I feel
Maybe I'll leave well enough alone
Maybe, just maybe, he'll want to be my baby//
The Christmas break was almost over. In the week that had followed the fateful encounter in the bathroom, Draco and Ron had met every chance they possibly could without arousing anyone's attention. They were together several times a day. With only six teachers and four other students, it was easy to avoid people. But, when the students came back from vacation the next day, time would be very limited. The couple wanted to meet for one last time without having to worry about being found out.
//What if he's got plans of his own//
Ron smiled as he walked to today's rendezvous. He surprised himself with how readily he was falling in love with Draco. Before the holidays, if anyone had suggested that he and Malfoy would start dating each other, he would have said that the fumes in Professor Trelawney's room were making their brain boggle.
But it had happened. Draco, while still having a cynical outlook on life, could also be warm and caring. Ron enjoyed discovering new facets every day to his boyfriend's personality. Boyfriend. He also really liked being able to say that.
//I'm waiting for the perfect moment
Looking for the perfect phrase//
Tonight, they were meeting in one of the tower rooms. Ron hoped that the clouds wouldn't hide the moon. Moonlight reflected off of Draco's skin and turned it silver. He could almost believe that Draco was some woodland sprite with his pale hair and glowing skin. Very poetic and bewitching. To his dismay, whenever he tried to tell Draco such things, his tongue got tied and only disjointed phrases came out.
Ron walked into the chamber and found Draco already there. The sight the Slytherin boy presented made Ron's mouth go dry. Draco was sitting cross-legged on top of a pile of blankets; Ron didn't care to know where they'd come from. Draco was smiling and had already unbuttoned most of his robe. Judging by the amount of skin flashing in Ron's eyes, Draco wasn't wearing anything underneath.
//The one I finally choose is simply "I Love You"//
Unable to tear his eyes away, Ron whispered, "I...I love you."
//As the words came out I heard a voice inside me say
What made you say that
Was it the moonlight, was it the starlight on your eyes
What made you say that//
Mentally, Ron berated himself. No way would Draco believe that, even though it was the truth. Just a little over a week ago, Ron had loathed Draco. And now that hate was love? Ron himself hadn't realized that it had happened until he'd said the words.
Draco looked taken aback at first, but now he patted a spot next to him on the blanket. "Why don't you come and sit?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Ron did as he was bid, taking off his shoes before sitting.
//Have you been listening to your heart
It's too late now, you don't want to
(I won't let you) take it back
'Cause I know love's
What made you say that//
Draco's robes almost immediately hit the floor once Ron sat down. Ron was pleased that his assumption about what was underneath had been correct. Soon, Ron's clothes joined Draco's on the floor. Anyone walking near this tower where the teens were would have heard a variety of thumps, bumps, and moans for the next half-hour. After that, silence reigned as the two basked in the afterglow of exploring each other's bodies.
Ron was lying on the blanket with Draco curled up next to him, resting his head on Ron's bare chest. Clothes were still in a messy heap on the floor, but a robe had been pulled up over them to help keep the couple warm. There were a few marks that had not been there before on Ron's long frame. Draco's thick, corn silk hair-colored spilled across Ron's muscular chest.
//I look up to see his reaction
And a smile slowly spread across his face
He said, "What took you so long
That's what I've been waiting on
I though you'd take forever and a day"//
"Did you mean it?" Draco asked after a time.
"Mean what?" Ron replied, not understanding what his boyfriend was asking.
"Your declaration of love earlier." Draco's voice came off as casual, even if he wasn't really.
"Course I did. Wouldn't have said it otherwise." Ron acted as if he wasn't shocked by this.
Ron paused waiting to see if Draco would share similar sentiments. Draco paused to process the new information.
"How could you? Love me, I mean," Draco clarified.
"I don't really know. I guess I just do."
"Oh, ok."
Again, another pause.
"I love you too you know," Draco said after a time.
"Yeah, I know."
//What made you say that
Was it the moonlight, was it the starlight on your eyes
What made you say that//
Eventually, Ron said, "We need to get back to our rooms."
"Mm-hmm," was Draco's sleepy reply.
Ron looked down. Draco's eyelids were already starting to drift shut.
"Harry will miss me when I'm not in bed in the morning."
"Good for him."
Sighing, Ron watched as his lover fell asleep. He pulled the robe up higher and soon joined Draco in dreamland. Harry wasn't as important as this.
//Have you been listening to your heart
It's too late now, you don't want to
(I won't let you) take it back
'Cause I know love's
What made you say that//
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been, never will. Please don't sue. Song "What Made You Say That" belongs Shania Twain.
Summary: An interlude before a trial.
Notes: Song lyrics are in //. The song is "What Made You Say That" and belongs to Shania Twain. This is an illustration of why one should never force songfics.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~Interlude~
//Maybe tonight I'm gonna tell him how I feel
Maybe I'll leave well enough alone
Maybe, just maybe, he'll want to be my baby//
The Christmas break was almost over. In the week that had followed the fateful encounter in the bathroom, Draco and Ron had met every chance they possibly could without arousing anyone's attention. They were together several times a day. With only six teachers and four other students, it was easy to avoid people. But, when the students came back from vacation the next day, time would be very limited. The couple wanted to meet for one last time without having to worry about being found out.
//What if he's got plans of his own//
Ron smiled as he walked to today's rendezvous. He surprised himself with how readily he was falling in love with Draco. Before the holidays, if anyone had suggested that he and Malfoy would start dating each other, he would have said that the fumes in Professor Trelawney's room were making their brain boggle.
But it had happened. Draco, while still having a cynical outlook on life, could also be warm and caring. Ron enjoyed discovering new facets every day to his boyfriend's personality. Boyfriend. He also really liked being able to say that.
//I'm waiting for the perfect moment
Looking for the perfect phrase//
Tonight, they were meeting in one of the tower rooms. Ron hoped that the clouds wouldn't hide the moon. Moonlight reflected off of Draco's skin and turned it silver. He could almost believe that Draco was some woodland sprite with his pale hair and glowing skin. Very poetic and bewitching. To his dismay, whenever he tried to tell Draco such things, his tongue got tied and only disjointed phrases came out.
Ron walked into the chamber and found Draco already there. The sight the Slytherin boy presented made Ron's mouth go dry. Draco was sitting cross-legged on top of a pile of blankets; Ron didn't care to know where they'd come from. Draco was smiling and had already unbuttoned most of his robe. Judging by the amount of skin flashing in Ron's eyes, Draco wasn't wearing anything underneath.
//The one I finally choose is simply "I Love You"//
Unable to tear his eyes away, Ron whispered, "I...I love you."
//As the words came out I heard a voice inside me say
What made you say that
Was it the moonlight, was it the starlight on your eyes
What made you say that//
Mentally, Ron berated himself. No way would Draco believe that, even though it was the truth. Just a little over a week ago, Ron had loathed Draco. And now that hate was love? Ron himself hadn't realized that it had happened until he'd said the words.
Draco looked taken aback at first, but now he patted a spot next to him on the blanket. "Why don't you come and sit?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Ron did as he was bid, taking off his shoes before sitting.
//Have you been listening to your heart
It's too late now, you don't want to
(I won't let you) take it back
'Cause I know love's
What made you say that//
Draco's robes almost immediately hit the floor once Ron sat down. Ron was pleased that his assumption about what was underneath had been correct. Soon, Ron's clothes joined Draco's on the floor. Anyone walking near this tower where the teens were would have heard a variety of thumps, bumps, and moans for the next half-hour. After that, silence reigned as the two basked in the afterglow of exploring each other's bodies.
Ron was lying on the blanket with Draco curled up next to him, resting his head on Ron's bare chest. Clothes were still in a messy heap on the floor, but a robe had been pulled up over them to help keep the couple warm. There were a few marks that had not been there before on Ron's long frame. Draco's thick, corn silk hair-colored spilled across Ron's muscular chest.
//I look up to see his reaction
And a smile slowly spread across his face
He said, "What took you so long
That's what I've been waiting on
I though you'd take forever and a day"//
"Did you mean it?" Draco asked after a time.
"Mean what?" Ron replied, not understanding what his boyfriend was asking.
"Your declaration of love earlier." Draco's voice came off as casual, even if he wasn't really.
"Course I did. Wouldn't have said it otherwise." Ron acted as if he wasn't shocked by this.
Ron paused waiting to see if Draco would share similar sentiments. Draco paused to process the new information.
"How could you? Love me, I mean," Draco clarified.
"I don't really know. I guess I just do."
"Oh, ok."
Again, another pause.
"I love you too you know," Draco said after a time.
"Yeah, I know."
//What made you say that
Was it the moonlight, was it the starlight on your eyes
What made you say that//
Eventually, Ron said, "We need to get back to our rooms."
"Mm-hmm," was Draco's sleepy reply.
Ron looked down. Draco's eyelids were already starting to drift shut.
"Harry will miss me when I'm not in bed in the morning."
"Good for him."
Sighing, Ron watched as his lover fell asleep. He pulled the robe up higher and soon joined Draco in dreamland. Harry wasn't as important as this.
//Have you been listening to your heart
It's too late now, you don't want to
(I won't let you) take it back
'Cause I know love's
What made you say that//