Another longer one...it was actually shorter before and then I added a bit...Overall I think this is my least favorite short, there's something weird about it and I haven't caught what it is yet...anyways, Enjoy!!!

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FIRST PRESENT

The first present Draco ever got from Ron wasn't a Birthday present or a Christmas present or an anniversary present. He hadn't been expecting it at all, in fact. He just came home one day and there it was, on the coffee table in the living room. A small clear bottle with a blue bow wrapped around it. The contents at first glance looked like water, but Draco saw the small bubbling inside and knew what it actually was. It was what he had always wanted, but had somehow always been prevented from obtaining.

Felix Felicis.

Yes, Draco had had a long, relentless relationship with this potion. For as much luck it apparently gave to the taker, Draco believed it didn't want to give such luck to him. Draco had been trying to get his hands on it for years. When he was twelve his father had a bottle of it and offered it to Draco, but, unfortunately, Lucius had decided he needed it more because it was the day they ran into the Weasleys at Flourish and Blotts and he needed the girl Weasley to write in the diary. Then in fourth year he managed to persuade Krum to give him some (Krum was using it to get Granger to go with him to the ball) but then Draco had managed to somehow lose it in his book bag. Fifth year Umbridge had promised him some at the end of the year for rooting out traitors, but that ultimately failed with the whole world finding out that the Dark Lord was actually back. Sixth year…Draco didn't like to talk about that. He was still bitter about Potter winning, the bloody cheat.

And now it was right there on the little wooden table that Draco despised but Ron adored, having found it in one of those muggle things called a Garish sale. And garish it was, Draco thought.

Draco noticed there was a note, which read, (in Ron's sloppy handwriting) "I know you've always wanted some of this…managed to get some from a friend (I won a bet!), and thought you would appreciate it more than me…I feel lucky enough as it is…don't drink it all at once. Ron."

Draco sighed and pocketed the note. He picked up the vial and gazed at it cockily. I've got you now, Felix. There's no escape.

Draco heard a knock and turned around. Ron was standing in the doorway to the living room, "So, you like it?"

Draco walked over to him and wrapped his arms around the redhead's waist, "You know I've always wanted some,"

Ron pulled away enough to press his mouth to Draco's. Once he was done giving him a thorough snog, he whispered, "So, you wanna get lucky tonight?"

Draco slapped his chest and pulled away, offended, "That is the most pathetic joke ever, Weasley. I can't believe you used such a hideous line on me."

Ron rubbed his chest where Draco had slapped him, "Ow…I couldn't resist it, you know me,"

Draco cocked an eyebrow and pulled off the stopper to the bottle and managed to drip a single drop down his throat, ensuring luck for an hour or so, "Yes…well. I'd love to stay and chat but…I'm feeling lucky. Care to join me in the bedroom?"

Ron laughed as Draco headed down the hallway.

An hour later they were lying sweaty in the bed and Draco began to feel the potion losing its effects, so he trotted into the living room to get some more.

Suddenly Draco realized with a twist in his stomach that the bottle was no longer on the table. He began frantically searching for it and found it on the carpet, its contents spilt and dried already, turning the rug a funny green color. He had forgotten to put the cork back in and hadn't placed it properly back on the table.

Ron entered the room shortly after Draco let out an enraged yell. Noticing the spilt bottle he sat next to Draco and placed an arm around his back comfortingly, "Well, at least you had a bit,"

Draco growled, "One drop. One drop, Weasley, and it was wasted on SEX!"

Ron pulled away and frowned, "Well, you're the one that always wants to shag, don't take it out on me! And besides, that was probably the greatest sex we've ever had, besides that time Snape gave you the potion that increased our libidos or that time that Hermione gave us those funny muggle toys, or…"

Ron rambled off possible other instances in which the sex might have been better but Draco tuned out and leaned back into Ron's arm, trying to accept the fact that Felix would forever outsmart him.

Once Ron noticed Draco ignoring him, he whispered, "You want to know how I got the potion?"

Draco snorted and said, "No, it'll just make me feel even more depressed,"

"It won't, I promise." Ron leaned forward and kissed Draco's cheek before continuing, "So I was working today and I noticed these men playing cards. But they weren't betting with chips or money, they were betting with potions. Luck potions, beauty potions, brain-enhancing potions, and the like. And I started to chat with the one who had the Felix Felicis. I mentioned how sex-obsessed you were -oh don't look at me like that, we were just chatting- and I told him how if you got that the first thing you'd want to do was shag..." Ron paused for a moment as Draco turned around, confused. Ron winked and continued, "And he said no, the first thing you'd do is go off and find some money. So we bet on it, and he gave me that Felix Felicis to test you, and our winnings should be arriving...ah, now."

Draco heard a tapping on the window and rushed to let in the old barn owl. He opened the package it was carrying and found a small bottle of clear, bubbling liquid inside.

Draco turned around and saw Ron's smug expression. He stabbed a finger at him, indignantly, "Weasley, don't think this makes up for you telling the world how obsessed with sex I am, seducing me into bed, wasting my potion on sex, and then trying to make it all up to me with a tiny bottle of Felix Felicis!"

Only Ronald Weasley could make someone so infuriated while making them so euphoric at the same time, and he managed to do it exceptionally well to Draco Malfoy every day.

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Yup, it originally ended with Draco's outburst about wasting the potion on sex, but I hated depriving Draco of a second chance...what do you all think?? Personally I think there's something not quite right with the ending, but I didn't know how to make it better...rewrote it a few times but this is the best I could come up with.

Let me know what you think and REVIEW!

"Garish sale" is actually "Garage Sale". I had Draco mess it up because wizards are so ignorant of Muggle habits and I figured since Draco is always into the pureblood thing he wouldn't want anything to do with muggle stuff...anyways J.K. does it in the books so I gave it my best shot.