Draco had been wondering if Ron would tell his friends about the incident, but it seemed that he hadn't. They showed no sign of treating Draco at all differently. Which was a good sign. It meant that the kiss had disturbed Ron enough not to want to talk about it. If it hadn't disturbed Ron, he would have told his friends immediately, using it as yet another reason that Malfoy was an idiot. But he had kept silent about it. That was good.
He was also avoiding Draco even more than before. On the one hand, that was good since it meant that Ron was paying attention to him. The opposite of love was not hate but indifference, and if Ron was going out of his way to avoid Draco, he certainly wasn't indifferent. But on the other hand, it made it that much harder for Draco to catch Ron again.
So once again, Draco was left to observe and wait for another chance to present itself.
His second chance came when Ron was the last person to leave the locker room after Quidditch practice. Usually he came out with Harry, but Draco watched anyways – just in case. So Draco noticed when every other team member had left. Once they had vanished, Draco slipped inside. He found Ron sitting on one of the benches, pulling on his shoes. Draco had been hoping to find him wearing just a little less, but given that everyone else had already changed and left, he wasn't surprised to find Ron almost fully dressed himself.
The redhead looked up when he heard Draco enter, his eyes widening when he saw who was standing there.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
Draco smirked. "You."
Ron glared at him. "Not gonna happen."
"Sure about that?" Draco walked over to the boy, staring down into his eyes. Ron looked away and Draco caught his chin, turning his face back upwards. Draco leaned down, touching his lips to Ron's. Ron tried to pull away, but Draco held his head still until he relaxed. Then he let go and drew back. Ron hadn't even tried to hurt him – was that good or bad? Draco wasn't sure, but he'd hope it was good.
Ron turned back to his shoes, firmly ignoring Draco's presence – probably hoping Draco would go away. But Draco had no intention of leaving quite yet. He waited patiently for Ron to finish with his shoes. Ron, of course, was dawdling over them. At least, Draco hoped he was. Draco doubted even Neville took four minutes (and counting) to tie his shoelaces. But Ron could only delay for so long. Eventually he had to just tie them and get up. Right?
Six minutes later, Draco's patience snapped. "Does it always take you ten bloody minutes to tie your shoes? My god, if you're really that uncoordinated just use a spell."
Ron didn't look up, but he flushed slightly. Three minutes later, Draco decided he was sick of waiting. And anyway, he could use this to his advantage, couldn't he?
Draco crouched down in front of Ron, catching the boy's 'fumbling' hands. Ron looked up at him angrily and Draco took the opportunity to kiss him again. Ron tried to pull back, but Draco was expecting it and, feeling him tense a moment before, snapped his hands from Ron's fingers to the boy's neck, pressing his lips harder against Ron's to avoid loosing contact. Again, he waited until Ron relaxed to withdraw.
Then he turned to Ron's shoelaces. When Ron refused to remove his hands, Draco kissed his palms and when still tried to push Draco's hands away, Draco kissed his lips. Once again Ron attempted to pull away, and once again Draco waited until he'd relaxed to release him. This time Ron gave up much quicker than before. Good – he was making progress.
Now Ron gave a defeated sigh and sat back, letting Draco tied his shoes for him. Seconds later, Draco was finished, but before he let Ron get up, he kissed him again. This time Ron didn't even bother to resist and Draco rewarded him by making the kiss a quick one.
Draco stood back a little to let Ron get up, but once he was on his feet, Draco caught his hips, holding Ron still as he gave him another kiss. Ron didn't resist, but he didn't return the kiss either so Draco moved his lips from Ron's mouth to his neck. Now Ron tried to push him away, but Draco simply let himself fall to the floor – pulling Ron down on top of him, of course.
Ron choked, trying to get up, but Draco was hardly about to let him. He wrapped his legs around Ron's waist and his arms around his neck, making it impossible for the boy to get up. For a moment, Ron fought him. But Draco simply waited until he stilled and then pulled his head down for a kiss. Ron let him, but again he didn't respond.
Annoyed, Draco pulled his head back just enough to speak. "I'm not letting you go until I get the response I want. I really have all day, you know. And just think how it would look if someone walked in right now."
At the mention of someone coming in and finding them, Ron renewed his struggles. But Draco had no intention of letting him go. And he'd meant what he'd said – they didn't have any more classes and Draco didn't need to be anywhere until dinner, which he could skip if necessary.
Once Ron gave up, Draco found his lips again. Eventually, Ron's lips parted slightly and Draco slipped his tongue inside before Ron could change his mind. He patiently explored Ron's mouth, waiting for some further reaction on Ron's part. But Ron just glared at him with a mixture of anger, shame, confusion, and a million other emotions Draco couldn't name and eventually Draco had to pull back so he could breathe.
By that time, his arms and legs were getting tired from holding Ron still, and he managed to flip them both over so that Ron was beneath him. When he had Ron securely pinned again, Draco stared into his eyes for a long moment, taking in the brown-flecked hazel eyes; the stubby, red-gold eyelashes; the freckled, milky-pale skin; the soft, sweet, pink lips… Come to think of it, Ron wasn't too bad looking. Draco fought off the sudden urge to trace Ron's freckles with his tongue. They covered his face, extending down his neck, below the collar of his shirt and Draco found himself wondering just how far down they extended. Well, he had every intention of finding out later.
Draco kissed Ron again. This time, Ron's lips parted almost immediately, and he was ever so slightly more responsive. Draco hungrily devoured the boy's mouth, even eliciting a soft moan. At that point, he decided he'd made his point – what ever it might be – and got up. He smiled sweetly at Ron and left him lying breathless on the floor of the locker room.
A/N: The title of this reminds me of that song, Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton...
Anywho, thanks very much to everyone who reviewed...
Gemini Gerbal: Thanks... And this is Draco's way of seducing his unwilling prey. (actually, it seems more like he's training it, but I guess that works too) Stars-n-moons91: I'm glad you like it... Orange and Kashiaga: Thanks