5. Ron's Dream
-Ron-
Ron went back to the common room. Harry and Hermione were there but they weren't snogging for a change, they were just doing their Charms homework for the next day. Ron sat down next to them.
"Hi Ron," Hermione said. "How was patrol?"
"OK," said Ron in a distant way. He was kind of freaked out by what had happened. Not only had he found out a big secret about Malfoy, but he had promised not to tell. And he'd even been nice to the Slytherin.
"Did Malfoy run away again?" Harry said.
"No." Ron didn't feel like talking about Draco until he had everything figured out in his head. "Who are you patrolling with, Hermione?"
"Hannah Abbott," Hermione said. "She's OK, although I don't think she has all of the rules memorized yet. I'm going to quiz her on those tomorrow."
Ron and Harry exchanged looks at this. Some things would never change!
"There's Quidditch practice tomorrow after classes," Harry said. He was Quidditch captain this year. "We have such a great team this year that nobody will even come close to beating us!"
"I'll be there," Ron said. Then he went up to bed. But he didn't go to sleep. Instead he lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling and tried to work out what had happened with him and Draco. He hadn't just left Draco alone, he'd actually helped the blonde. Even put his arm around him.
For some reason, he was thinking about that now -- the warm feel of Draco's thin back. And Draco's hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the wall. This is crazy, Ron thought. I should just forget about Malfoy. If we get along well enough to patrol, then that's good, but we're not friends and so I shouldn't be thinking about him.
Ron thought about Quidditch then instead. He'd been practicing all summer long and he knew he'd be a great Keeper this year. Eventually, he fell asleep.
Ron had a dream that he was flying on the Quidditch pitch. He was chasing someone else but it was dark and he couldn't see who it was. He flew faster and faster until finally his broom was right alongside the other broom. But he still couldn't see who it was.
"Close your eyes," a voice said, so Ron did. Then someone kissed Ron. Ron reached out and put his arms around the person. He opened his mouth and a tongue slid inside, licking his teeth and the sides of his cheeks. Ron was so turned on. He moaned into the kiss and started rubbing his hands up and down the person's back. Hands found their way under Ron's robes, stroking his bare chest. Their tongues swirled together and Ron was electrified. He thought he was going to burst.
Then the other person pulled back out of the kiss. Ron opened his eyes and looked over. It was Draco. "Weasley is our king," the Slytherin said and pushed Ron off his broom.
Ron fell and fell. Just before he hit the ground, he woke up. It was 3 AM. He was sweating. And he'd just had a dream about kissing Draco Malfoy.
"Oh shit," said Ron.
-Ron-
Ron went back to the common room. Harry and Hermione were there but they weren't snogging for a change, they were just doing their Charms homework for the next day. Ron sat down next to them.
"Hi Ron," Hermione said. "How was patrol?"
"OK," said Ron in a distant way. He was kind of freaked out by what had happened. Not only had he found out a big secret about Malfoy, but he had promised not to tell. And he'd even been nice to the Slytherin.
"Did Malfoy run away again?" Harry said.
"No." Ron didn't feel like talking about Draco until he had everything figured out in his head. "Who are you patrolling with, Hermione?"
"Hannah Abbott," Hermione said. "She's OK, although I don't think she has all of the rules memorized yet. I'm going to quiz her on those tomorrow."
Ron and Harry exchanged looks at this. Some things would never change!
"There's Quidditch practice tomorrow after classes," Harry said. He was Quidditch captain this year. "We have such a great team this year that nobody will even come close to beating us!"
"I'll be there," Ron said. Then he went up to bed. But he didn't go to sleep. Instead he lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling and tried to work out what had happened with him and Draco. He hadn't just left Draco alone, he'd actually helped the blonde. Even put his arm around him.
For some reason, he was thinking about that now -- the warm feel of Draco's thin back. And Draco's hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the wall. This is crazy, Ron thought. I should just forget about Malfoy. If we get along well enough to patrol, then that's good, but we're not friends and so I shouldn't be thinking about him.
Ron thought about Quidditch then instead. He'd been practicing all summer long and he knew he'd be a great Keeper this year. Eventually, he fell asleep.
Ron had a dream that he was flying on the Quidditch pitch. He was chasing someone else but it was dark and he couldn't see who it was. He flew faster and faster until finally his broom was right alongside the other broom. But he still couldn't see who it was.
"Close your eyes," a voice said, so Ron did. Then someone kissed Ron. Ron reached out and put his arms around the person. He opened his mouth and a tongue slid inside, licking his teeth and the sides of his cheeks. Ron was so turned on. He moaned into the kiss and started rubbing his hands up and down the person's back. Hands found their way under Ron's robes, stroking his bare chest. Their tongues swirled together and Ron was electrified. He thought he was going to burst.
Then the other person pulled back out of the kiss. Ron opened his eyes and looked over. It was Draco. "Weasley is our king," the Slytherin said and pushed Ron off his broom.
Ron fell and fell. Just before he hit the ground, he woke up. It was 3 AM. He was sweating. And he'd just had a dream about kissing Draco Malfoy.
"Oh shit," said Ron.