Title: Telling
Length: 318
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry and Draco have something to tell Ron.
Note: Written for Queerditchpub over at livejournal.
"Ron," Harry started, pulling Draco along by the hand. He saw Ron give their entwined fingers a confused look before he gave the look to Harry's face. "We've something to tell you." He tugged Draco, making him stumble to stand beside him. "Don't we, Draco?"
Ron raised his eyebrows and Draco scowled at him. Harry knew it wasn't going to be easy, but he had talked to Draco beforehand about this, about patronizing Ron. Why did it surprise him that Draco didn't listen?
"I guess we do. Though I don't see why we have to tell him." He ran his fingers up the underside of Harry's arm, making delicious shivers race though his body.
"Because we told everyone else. Even Snape knows! For Merlin's sake, all the Weasleys know but Ron," Harry said sharply. Draco pouted and tried kissing Harry's neck, but he pulled away. There was no use in overwhelming Ron.
"I don't think I want to know," Ron muttered in a strained voice.
Harry sighed. "But I want you to know. You're my best friend, Ron." He heard Draco grumble beside him and felt his hand dip into the waistband of Harry's jeans but for his part, he didn't react. Ron did though. His eyes bulged and he gasped loudly.
"What - ugg," Ron gurgled. Harry batted Draco's hands away and gazed sympathetically at his friend.
"Draco and I are together," he said shortly as he was still struggling with Draco's hands. Draco smiled cheekily at him with that gleam in his eyes that made Harry groan before he even knew he was going to.
"Erm," Ron said, breaking Harry's attention away from the blond and to the redhead. "I'm just going to pretend this didn't happen, okay?" He quickly turned and staggered away.
Draco laughed and managed to wedge his hand down Harry's jeans. He called, "We'll send you some pictures!" before thoroughly ravishing Harry.