A/N: Big thank you to everybody who reviewed the last chapter. The encouragement was very much appreciated.

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When Ronald Weasley awoke he immediately sat bolt upright and give a horrified yelp.

It was the 'Ohshitohshitohshit what the fuck is Malfoy doing in my bed naked' Yelp and he did it every morning (well apart from on the ones when he woke up on the couch, whereby said Yelp was substituted with the 'Oh sodding hell my neck's killing me' Groan). One might have supposed that after a couple of months of living and sleeping together this rather redundant reaction might have faded away. However, so deeply ingrained within his conscious was the notion that having a Malfoy in the bed was cause for panic that the response had endured.

Draco, for his part, merely mumbled something in his sleep that sounded vaguely like 'shut up Weasley' and turned over.

Glancing at the clock, Ron noted that it was half past six in the morning and therefore a rather unseemly hour to be awake on his Wednesday off. He thus made the very sensible and rational decision to sink back down onto the mattress, sling an arm around his not-boyfriend (who had a dreadful habit of looking deceptively harmless and vulnerable whilst asleep), close his eyes and drift back to the Land of Nod, which proved to be a very comfortable and pleasant place to be.

So comfortable and pleasant, in fact, that when the sound of somebody knocking on the door roused him from his slumber, he steadfastly refused emerge into outright wakefulness; opting instead to snuggle closer to the warm body next to him. Indeed, even when the noise intensified to a level that would have outdone that generated by Peeves on one of his more loudly hyperactive days, he remained wilfully semi-conscious and hoped that whoever it was would bugger off sharpish.

The sound of the door being magically blown off its hinges did however pitch him immediately into a state of extreme wakefulness and moderate to severe panic: thoughts of escaped former Death Eaters out for revenge on his mind.

The form that proceeded to barge into his bedroom however notched up the terror blossoming inside him to proportions that not even the vilest of the Dark Lord's ex-minions could have elicited.

"RONALD WEASLEY, I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK YOU'VE BEEN DOING?"

Ron gulped. "Er… hello mum. I was… I was… I mean, me and Draco are…."

"Trying to get some sleep," snapped an irritable Draco, who clearly didn't deem the unexpected arrival of Ron's mother to be any cause to lift his head from the pillow.

"Draco's my new flatmate," said Ron, by way of feeble explanation.

For several seconds – that as far as Ron was concerned felt more like several hours – Molly Weasley just stared at the pair, feature etched with utmost disapproval.

"Oh, he's a little more than that from what I've heard," she retorted, hands on hips. "My own son a… a…."

"Raving homosexual," suggested Draco, irritation giving way to mild amusement.

"An exhibitionist in the thrall of an ex-Death Eater," she snarled, fixing Draco with a glare that instantly wiped the young man's burgeoning amusement away. "How could you Ronald. It's bad enough that Ginny's been attending those… those sordid art classes of immorality, but you… doing those things in public like that. I just can't believe it."

"You mean that Ginny told you?" Ron demanded, inwardly cursing the sadistic forces of destiny that had caused his younger sister to attend the life drawing class where he and Draco were being paid to model nude, in a pose that the more straight-laced members of society might have thought a tad risqué.

"I didn't," protested a small voice coming from the direction of the living room. "I just told Charlie, who told Bill, who told the twins, who were joking about it while Percy was around and Percy-"

"You can keep quiet young lady," said Molly, cutting Ginny off, as the sheepish looking young woman shuffled into the bedroom. "I never would have thought a daughter of mine would take to looking at that kind of thing; or that any son of mine would willingly engage in it in front of an audience." She made a noise that was half way between a sob and a wail. "Why, Ronald, what drove you to it? Didn't you think of the shame?"

"I was only doing it for the money," he said, feeling that his mother, though quite understandably upset to find out that he'd been having relations of a sexual nature with Draco Malfoy and posing in the nude, was laying it on a bit thick.

"The money," she repeated. Disgust and maternal concern momentarily waged war for control of her expression, before reaching a truce and becoming maternal disgust. "You mean that you're… you're prostituting yourselves?"

"For God's sake mum, it was only a life drawing class. I mean, all right, we weren't wearing anything, but it was all very…." He searched for the right word. "Tasteful."

Draco snorted. "Tasteful! I don't think that that lot of so called 'artists' had an ounce of taste between them."

"Yes, but that doesn't mitigate the fact that we weren't doing anything that could reasonably be classified as prostitution."

"I tried to tell her," said Ginny. "But Fred and George convinced Percy that you were both in some kind of live sex show and Percy told mum."

Ron's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

"Honestly, who'd put on a live sex act for that piffling amount," said Draco, dismissively. "It was bad enough just standing around naked in front of them."

"You mean you weren't doing anything… like that?" said Molly, looking cautiously hopeful.

"NO"

"Well, it's still not right or proper."

"We've quit now," said Ron.

"Yes, but that doesn't diminish the fact that you were standing around in the altogether in front of an audience. Or the fact that you're currently in bed with that awful Malfoy boy. I mean, what on earth are you doing with him?"

For several seconds Ron stared at the duvet not quite sure how to respond. Even he wasn't quite sure what he was doing with Draco.

"Erm, this may or may not be the best time to tell you mum, but I think I might fancy men."

Molly regarded him with a look of incredulity. "You only think you might, but you went straight ahead and took that one to bed anyway without thinking it through?"

Ron decided that it was probably best not to mention that he hadn't really entertained the possibility until his and Draco's first romantic encounter, which had consisted of a drunken fumble in a hedgerow.

"All right," he said, taking a deep breath. "I think that I probably definitely do fancy men."

It was a while before Molly spoke, but when she did the words were heartfelt. "Well, you're my son, and if that's the case then your father and I will have to accept it - though we did both hope that you'd eventually settle down with a nice girl and have children."

She then took a deep breath and gave him a beseeching glance. "But Ronald, if you're going to insist on being a homosexual, couldn't you at least find a nice, polite young man with a good job at the Ministry."