Kissable lips

by arkangel221

This was made up in about 20 minutes. Draco tells Ron he has Kissable lips, and Ron runs away because he thinks he has found out about his little crush on him. But after thinking about it, Ron decides to talk to Draco about it after potions the next day.

June 17

Dear Journal,

I have kissable lips. Did you know that? I was just told 20 minutes ago out on the pitch by another guy none the less. Now I don't find it a bad thing that other men can compliment other men on their good body parts, unless it's their prick, then it can get a little weird. But this wasn't a thing where you walk up to someone at a party and say 'nice hair.' No, this was planed and plotted, like a mass genocide. This wasn't just ANY guy we're talking about here. This was a Malfoy! Hater of muggle- borns and all persons redheaded – namely, Weasleys.

So why is it that the self appointed leader of everything Slytherin would send me an anonymous owl, get me down on the pitch in the middle of the night, and tell me I have 'kissable' lips? Ok, I'll admit that I probably would know right about now, if I hadn't have run away. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but right now I'm right up there with that rusty hand trowel. That had to be the dumbest thing I had ever done.

I was scared that some how he had found me out. Truthfully you're the only one that knows my little abnormality. My bisexuality had never been a problem (mostly because no one ever found out). I never told anyone, but I think I was looking at Harry while I was going out with Hermione. I was utterly disgusted with my self of coarse, and forced myself to look away. But the thing is that just as soon as I stopped looking a Harry, I was looking at my tormentor, Draco Malfoy! To say the least I was not pleased with myself.

For two years I have been homing my acting skills and willing my libido to all but shut down every time I see him. And now to have him, my lust demon, tell me that I have KISSABLE lips was almost too much.

What I should have done was snog him right there.

But no, I was acting like the Weasley I am, and ran away.

I don't know if I can repair the damage I did tonight, tomorrow before potions. I don't want to act like I don't care for the rest of my life, when in reality I couldn't care more.

But what I do know is that I have kissable lips.

Ron Weasley

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Sweat but satisfying. Remember the characters don't belong to me, but to J. K. Rowling. But I do own the general Idea for the fic.

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