Chapter 6 - Defense Against The Dark... Broomclosets?

Ron shoved the items on his messy floor around for a few moments before heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Reaching the Gryffindor table he sat down between Neville and Dean, looking down the row to find that Harry and Hermione had not yet shown for breakfast. He had no idea just how hungry he was until he began to dig into a plate of toast and eggs.

"Wow Ron, you wouldn't be hungry would you?" Dean joked. Ron smiled back at him with a mouthful of eggs. "Looks like you had quite the night."

Ron coughed, touching his hand to his head. He had forgotten to brush his hair, and his clothes were in quite the shuffle as well.

"Um yeah, heh it was good." He blushed.

"Now Ron, do tell us, we saw you sneaking out with someone last night couldn't really get a look at 'em but you've got to give us a hint!" Dean insisted.

Ron looked as if he was going to be sick. They saw him sneaking out with Draco, how could that be?

"No I, um, didn't sneak out with anyone."

"Oh don't be a bloke, com'on tell us!" Seamus edged him on.

"Where are Harry and Hermione?" Ron looked around, desperately crying to change the subject.

"Dunno. They left the party together too." Neville said, all the boys smiled wildly.

Moments later Harry and Hermione came ambling into the Great Hall, sitting in their usual spots at the Gryffindor table. Harry's normally slightly fussy dark hair was in complete disarray, and Hermione, well, her hair looked about how it had back in their 2nd year. It almost looked like she had forgotten how to tame it.

"Morning." Harry spoke, as Hermione spread jam across a piece of toast and handed it to him. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

Ron looked outside. It was raining and gray. "Oh, yes, looovely." Ron said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Suddenly he saw someone motion to him from the doorway of the Hall. Draco was discretely waving for Ron to come towards him as he slowly walked from the Hall. "Oh, I think I've forgotten something for Charms um, I'll um, meet you at class Harry!"

Harry and Hermione looked towards Ron, a confused expression on their face.

"But Harry," Hermione spoke, "We've got Defence Against The Dark Arts this morning?" Harry shrugged and continued to chew away at his toast.

Ron quickly walked down the hall in the direction Draco had gone when suddenly the door to a large broom closet flew open and an arm extended from it, pulling him inside.

"What the?!" Ron exclaimed.

"SHHH! Keep quiet! It's me!"

"Draco," Ron's voice quieted down. "What's going on, what did you-" Before Ron could finish Draco had wrapped his arms around Ron's waist, pulling him closer as their lips connected.

"I needed to tell you" Draco began, "About this morning, I'm really, really sorry. I like you a lot Ron, but you see we are going to have to keep things a secret for the time being. I don't want my father to know that I'm gay, he would kill me, and I'm not sure that the Slytherines would approve of me being with a Gryffindor as well. But but I don't want to stop, I want to be with you, just for now we need to keep things private. Do you think we could do that?" Draco looked at Ron, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah I think I can live with that. But will you promise me one thing? That at graduation, when you no longer have to live with your parents, we will tell everyone about us, please?"

Draco's narrow icy eyes had melted as a tear trickled down his cheek. He wiped it away quickly, not wanting Ron to see him become emotional. "Yes yes we can do that Ron. I think I would like that. Then maybe after we could live together"

Ron gently slide his hand around Draco's neck, their lips pressing together. Draco let his fingers roam the soft skin at Ron's waistline, and he pulled Ron's shirt up slightly, running his hand along Ron's smooth muscular back. Ron pulled his lips away from Draco's, brushing his mouth along Draco's cheek, and began to lightly suck on his neck. Draco leaned back into the wall, knocking a bucket over, and a broom scraped across the wall hitting Ron in the head. Both boys began to laugh, when without warning the closet door opened.

"What are you boys doing in here!?" Filtch exclaimed. Both boys jumped. "You better not be fighting with each other or causing anymore trouble! I'm sure Dumbledore would love to add another day onto that detention of yours that you two still have yet to serve!"

"We were we were," Ron tried to get something out of his mouth.

"I was just showing Ron where the brooms and mops were so he could um, clean up his filthy mess the next time he decides to play in bilbotuber goo!"

Ron was slightly taken aback by this, but realized quickly enough what Draco was trying to do.

"Yeah right, Malfoy! You you," for the first time Ron had to struggle to think of a clever comeback against Draco. "YOU are the one who enjoys playing in it!"

"Why you!" Draco made what would have been a pretty unconvincing angry face but Filtch couldn't see him clearly since it was dark in the closet. He began to yell at them.

"Out of the closet and get to class the both of you!! We will have no more of this nonsence, I am SICK of it!!"

Both boys jumped up, scrambling up their things and running away as fast as possible.

"Whew, that was close I almost thought he wasn't going to believe us." Draco spoke.

"Yeah Draco, way to go, 'I was showing Ron the brooms and mops!'" Ron mocked Draco, and Draco punched his arm forcefully.

"Oh shut it Weasley, you wish I'd show you the brooms and mops."

"Ooh is that some sort of come-on?"

"Maybe I'll see you after class." Draco winked as he and Ron separated in opposite directions towards their own classes.

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RunningWithCoyotes: oh my, should I be worried?

Makota: haha "bugger each other senceless" Ii like that one

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