Okay, this one is a bit longer. I don't know why, I think I just felt this one needed more explanation. Anyways, here's the third drabble of the bunch, enjoy! (Don't mind the cliches, they just keep on happening. If anyone has any ideas as to what to do about them, please...help.)

WARNINGS: I'm not going to do these anymore for this drabble-thingy. If you're STILL reading this and don't like slash, then you're obviously an idiot and have no place looking around on the internet.

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FIRST DATE

Ron could not remember their first date, exactly, because he didn't exactly know when their meetings had turned into dating.

They had started out as friends, meeting for dinner or drinks or coffee occasionally, going to a quidditch match every weekend or so.

If Ron had to pick one meeting as their first date, he would choose one that had happened after they had started their…romantic relationship.

It was about a week or so since Draco had kissed Ron after an Arrows game. They were under the bleachers arranging their next dinner when Draco leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Ron's. After that it was remarkably easy to become a couple, to change the atmosphere of their dates. In fact, in Ron's mind it changed ages ago, but he had been too daft to notice Draco felt the same attraction to him.

Anyways, the date Ron thought of as their first he had planned as a surprise. Draco thought they were going to a club to get drunk and pass out, but Ron had something else planned.

Draco arrived right on time at the Burrow, he had been confused about the spot, but Ron explained he was having tea with his mum and it would be easier for them to just meet there.

Ron asked him if he would like to go for a walk since the club wouldn't be interesting until midnight or so anyways, and Draco said sure. They went out the back door and headed to the forest.

As they neared their destination, Ron grew anxious. What if it was too much too soon? He liked his relationship with Draco, and he wasn't ready for it to be over.

But it really was too late to turn back, there was only one path through the forest, and Ron had a feeling Draco would protest to a bit of trailblazing (Some rot about ruining his designer shoes or something) and decided he would just have to see it through.

They reached the clearing, and Ron explained gently, "This is my favorite spot, I figured I would share it with you…" Draco stepped around him and Ron couldn't see his expression as he saw the picnic blanket and the candles and the warm meal.

Ron stuttered apprehensively, "I hope it's not too much, I just…"

"It's perfect," Draco turned around with an expression on his face that Ron had never seen before. "I'm touched that you would do something so special for me,"

Ron rubbed the back of his neck as he felt his ears flush, "Er, yeah, I was a bit worried you'd think I went overboard,"

Draco nodded and shrugged, "You did. It's hopelessly clichéd but it's also romantic and I'm…moved that you made me feel so…wanted,"

Ron stepped closer nervously and pulled Draco into his arms whispering, "It's a very clichéd night, Draco, but you're going to have to bear with me because…you are wanted in every possible way. By me." Once the words came out of his mouth, he cursed himself. That was probably the most cliched sentence he could possibly say.

Draco pulled back and looked into Ron's eyes, who was worried his attachement to key phrases would force Draco to end the relationship. But after he saw the flushed expression on Draco's face, Ron could see that even if Draco hated clichés, he still wanted to be loved and cared for, and Ron was ready to do just that. He leaned down and captured Draco's lips with his.

It wasn't their first date, exactly, but to Ron it was the first time they did something that couldn't be called anything other than that. Quidditch matches, dinners, drinks...they could all be dates, but they were also things friends did. A romantic picnic in a forest clearing could not be labeled anything but a date.

Which is why Ron thought of it as his first date with Draco, because he couldn't confuse it with anything else other than a romantic night with someone he found he wanted to be very, very intimate with.

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I'm thinking maybe I'm updating too much. You all barely get time to read my new stuff before I've updated again. But now that summer has begun I have so much time on my hands, and the inspiration is flowing freely. I tried to delay this one, but I'm waiting for the repair guy to come look at our demented computer, and I have nothing else to do...I tried knitting but I kept on starting to purl, so I just threw my needles across the room and gave up. And went onto my laptop and decided to post this. So I'm going to shut up now because I can see myself going on a very long birdwalk with this.

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