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Chapter Two
Confused
Ron entered the common room, images of what had just happened flashed through his mind repeatedly. Harry had been waiting for him, he lept up quickly at the sight of Ron coming in,
'Ron! How did-What's wrong?' He'd dropped the book he'd been reading, well, Hermione had been making him read. It hit the floor with a dull thud.
'I kissed 'im.' Ron whimpered, Harry looked confused and took a step forward before walking over to his friend.
'Who? Who'd you kiss?' he whispered, rubbing Rons back in circular motions.
'D-D-Draco…' he whimpered, shaking with tremors once again. Harry just stared at him.
'Draco? Draco Malfoy? As in…the blonde, snorky, slimy git? That Draco Malfoy?' Harry's eyes were wide now. It was one thing to find out your best mate was gay. It was also another to find out he'd also kissed your worst enemy.
Ron just nodded and kept whimpering sadly.
'W-we were washing tables and…' Ron's voice was shaky as he told Harry what had happened. By the end of it, Harry felt himself becoming harder than ever at the thought of Ron being touched, and the sounds and faces he might have made.
'Harry? Harry? Are you okay?' Ron mumbled, looking over at his best friend of six years. Harry sat down in an arm chair, still hard.
'Y-yeah, fine…' he murmered, trying to cover his erection and think of things that would clearly turn any man off. Ron stared, then sat on the arm of the chair.
'Are you sure? Your face is red, maybe you should go to the Hospital Wing,' Ron leaned closer to Harry's face to get a better look, Harry gulped. Ron was only inches from his face. Before he knew what was going on, a sudden adrenaline rush compelled Harry to pull Ron ontop of him and kiss him. Ron was shocked for the second time tonight. This kiss was rushed and clumsy. Harry slipped his tongue into Ron's mouth and began to explore. Only did they pull apart to breath,
'HHarry…What are you doing?' Ron gasped, between breaths for air. Harry stared at him. What was he doing! Ron was his best friend!
'I-I'm so, so sor-' Ron crushed his lips onto Harry's in a slow, gentle kiss this time, before pulling away and crawling off Harry.
'I'm…I'm going to bed.' Ron whispered and without another word Ron dashed up the stairs to the common room. Harry was so confused, and his head was spinning now.
'Ron! You've got to eat!' Hermione urged, pushing a plate of bacon with eggs and toast towards him.
'Not Hungry.' He mumbled, He felt a pair of eyes on the back of his head, however, he tried to ignore it. He knew he'd find Draco gazing at him.
'Harry, Make him eat!' She pleaded, Harry looked up at Ron, he then picked up a piece of Bacon and held it towards Ron. Ron stared for a moment before leaning forward and taking the bacon into his mouth. There was a loud, crashing noise coming from the Slytherin table and Ron whipped around quickly to see Draco looking livid and glaring at Goyle. That was until he gave the poor boy a swift slap to the back of the head and began mumbling things about his lack of braincells and how a monkey would do better.
The orange juice pitcher lay broken on the floor, Draco stood up slowly and shot Harry a nasty glare-which would have sent someone into a state of uncontrolable fear, had it been someone else-before stalking from the Great Hall. Ron turned around slowly to look at a puzzled Hermione and a triumphant looking Harry,
'How dare he!' Draco snapped, he was pacing the length of the boys bathroom now. 'How-Dare-He!' he repeated, kicking a stall door hard. Ron was his and he was not going to let stupid Harry Potter, The-kid-who-wont-fucking-DIE, steal him!
'I've got an idea.' Draco spun quickly, the voice had come from a shadow in the corner of the bathroom. Draco raised a brow. He knew that voice. That cocky, arrogant and confident voice.
'And I should listen to you because?' He snapped back.
'Because I know Ron inside and out, I also know what he likes, doesn't like. What do you know about him, hm?' He said lightly, obviously confident.
Draco looked as if he were considering his options, or considering punching the boys lights out, finally he folded his arms neatly across his chest.
'You've five seconds, Potter.' He drawled lazily, leaning against a stall.
'Good.' Harry smirked lightly and stepped from the shadows.
