Title: Closet Romantic
Summary: Who knew Gregory Goyle was capable of being romantic?
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter.
A/N: Written for a prompt from one of my tables on Live Journal. Prompt #375. Cinnamon and a follow up to Snakes and Lions Collide
It was Valentine's day and the Great Hall had been decorated with decorations worthy of Gilderoy Lockhart himself. This year, a few of the seventh and sixth year girls of all four Houses had been in charge of decorations and had gone all out. Ron walked in for breakfast and scrunched up his nose. Couples all over the Hall were making eyes at each other and the single ones were eyeing crushes. Ron sat down next to Hermione and heard her giggle.
"Come on! Not you too?"
"Honestly, Ronald. Just because you don't have anyone doesn't mean the rest of us can't enjoy the spirit of the day." Ron grumbled and distracted himself with food. He managed to block out the sappy scene before him until Harry sat down on his other side looking like he'd gotten minimal sleep.
"You look like shit, Harry," Ron pointed out.
"Thanks," Harry replied sarcastically. "I was up half the night."
"I don't want to know," Ron told him as he noticed Snape walk up to the Head Table looking as if he'd missed a few hours of sleep himself.
"In that case, keep your nose out of my sex life and try getting yours with Goyle kick started," Harry told him before he snorted. One by one, the surrounding Gryffindors started laughing.
"He's been ogling you since you walked into the Great Hall," Ginny told her brother once she had calmed down a little. Ron snapped his gaze to the Slytherin table. Goyle looked away quickly, blushing.
"Help me!" Ron squeaked earning him another round of laughter from his friends. It wasn't long before the post arrived and owls were soaring through the Hall dropping parcels and delivering letters. Pig dropped a parcel for Ron too catch before an unknown owl flew over the redhead, dropping a small box in his lap. The small parcel had 'Weasley is the king of my heart' on it and was tied with Gryffindor and Slytherin colored ribbons.
"Open it, mate!" Seamus laughed. Ron glared but opened it all the same. Inside was a package of little red candy hearts. Ron cautiously put one into his mouth.
"Mmm, cinnamon." He smiled.
"What more can you ask for, brother of mine? A guy who can buy you all the cinnamon hearts you want!" Ginny told him excitedly. Ron looked torn. After a few minutes of thinking, he stood up and walked over to the Slytherin table coming to a stop next to Goyle. The big Slytherin blushed and was about to talk when Ron bent down, kissing him soundly. The Slytherin girls giggled and Pansy leaned over to read what was written on the cover of the box.
"Ahhh! Who knew our Greg was such a romantic?"