-Things get heated up! Oh, and I own Ron and Draco! *gets hit by a broomstick* Ow! Drat, I don't.

Chapter Five

*Draco*

Draco regret asking the question the moment it left his lips. But he couldn't keep it in him anymore. He's had too many close encounters of affection, and he just had to know. He saw how Ron stumbled to find his words, how to explain what he felt. For Draco, this was a bad thing. That meant that Ron might not love him at all.

"Oh jees, well, Draco, I'm."

"Not gay." Draco said, finishing his sentence.

"No! I mean, not really ready for a relationship. You saw how your father reacted! It would be dangerous for us to be with each other!"

Draco steadily came closer to him, narrowing the space, feeling each others body heat seeping through their pajamas. He gave him that famous Malfoy smile, as he reached for Ron's face.

"Why? Isn't this nice enough for you to take this risk?"

"Malfoy, I-" Ron said as he got cut off.

Draco had started to lightly kiss his neck, making Ron close his eyes, trying not to moan. Draco soon enough headed up, across the cheeckbone, on the cheeck, on the lips, and into the mouth. His tongue tried to conquer Ron, as Ron fought back.Draco had never done this before. He'd seen it on TV and in magazines, but he had never tried to french kiss himself. And now he was, enjoying the warmth and passion they were both sharing. Ron then got hold of Draco's head and began kissing more roughly. Draco moaned in his mouth.

They were both getting turned on, they could tell. Ron kissed Draco's neck as he tried to remove his shirt. That wasn't working very well though, the buttons didn't want to come unloose. They tugged, and the buttons popped off their seams. Not that they cared. They giggled at the clumsines they had at undoing their clothes.

It was in that moment, things started heating up. But, someone had been watching them, observing them, and now decided it had been enough.

"Ronald Weasley!" A voice roared.

The two boys both tumbled in shock. It was Mr. Weasley, Ron's father.

"Dad!" Ron cried out.

Draco looked at him. Dad? He only called his father 'Father'. Never dad. It was too affectionate. Draco was a little bit jealous then. But he didn't savour that feeling for long when Mr. Weasley started yelling.

*Ron*

Ron got the shock of his life when his father came storming in. His face was red, and anger was spread all over. There Ron was, with Draco, shirtless (not yet pantsless though) and one angry man.

"Ron Weasley! I just knew something was up with you two the moment that Malfoy came storming in!"

"But dad!"

"No, I won't hear it! It's a disgrace!"

"Why, Mr. Weasley?"

"Why? I don't need to tell you why! In fact, that little thing you've had just now-"

Ron gasped. "You saw!"

"And what I saw! I-"

"ARTHUR!!"

It was Mrs. Weasley, who had stormed in.

"What are you doing, talking bloody nonesense! Let them be!"

"No, you saw what they were doing-"

"SO?! Honey, don't worry about them, if it's grandkids you want, we've got plenty of other kids who can help you with that! Now leave them alone!"

Mrs. Weasley then saw they were arguing in front of the boys and said to them:

"I'm sorry dears. Arthur and I will continue this conversation in our room."

They headed out, but their screams were still heard. Draco tried to forget what had happened, when suddenly sank on the floor, lightly sobbing. Draco didn't know what to do.

"You see? This is what will happen! We're not meant for each other, Draco! It just won't work out!"

"No! We will fight! We must-"

Suddenly the door downstairs slammed open.

"Draco Malfoy! Where is he!? I know he's here!"

"Oh no."

To be continued.

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