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Draco couldn't believe that Ron was okay with him. He didn't expect to ever tell him his secret. Draco rolled to his side and stared into the darkness of his empty room. He pulled the blanket tighter around himself. It was nearly two hours after he left Ron's bedroom and his heart still fluttered about his chest. At first the slytherin thought it was a side effect of a potion that Ron had him take before he went to bed, but then he found out it was a side effect of the healer, not the potion. Ron? He asked himself. Why did it have to be Ron? Ron was the first person to be nice to him in a long time, why did he have to have a crush on him? Draco swore to himself that he wouldn't let the goofy-smiling gryffindor know.
Ron rolled over in his bed wondering if Draco was able to sleep at all. The gryffindor normally had an easy time falling asleep, but not tonight. He had never felt this feeling before. He just wanted to feel Draco in his arms again. No, he told himself, not Draco. Ron rolled over again and again hoping that sleep would find him.
Ron walked down the stairs to find Draco sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea and reading The Daily Prophet. His blond hair was messy and crazy. Ron smirked and wondered if he knew how crazy he looked.
"Morning," he said. Draco looked up from the news paper.
"Good morning," he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Ron's attempt at hiding his smile. "What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing..." he went to pour himself a cup of tea. "Have you seen your hair?" Draco instantly reached up and ran his fingers through the crazy mess of white-gold tangles. A blush rose to his cheeks. Ron just gave him a big smile and sat down next to him. "I like it like that."
"Thanks, Weasel," Draco growled trying to flatten his hair.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked changing the subject to save his friend from more embarassment.
"Okay," he answered gently rubbing his hand over his ribs that had ached all night. "What about you?" Ron just shrugged in response. He didn't sleep hardly at all but he didn't feel like sharing it.
They sat at the table drinking tea and reading their news paper like two old wizards. Ron felt no need to talk to Draco, he enjoyed just being in the peace of the other man's company. The silence that filled the room was not the uncomfortable kind, it was the warm kind. The kind of silence that made you feel simple and calm. The sun shimmered down into the old house casting small squares of light onto the table in the shape of the window. The tea filled the air with a sweet herb scent that reminded Ron of his childhood.
"Do you know where my mum went?" Ron asked after he finished the last page of the Daily Prophet.
"Yes, she said that she had a few erronds to run. She said she wouldn't be back until later," Draco said simply not pausing to look up. Ron nodded.
"Did you want to do anything today?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know...we could go someplace, you must be tired of sitting around."
"Do you really want to be seen with a former death-eater?"
"Do you really wanna be seen with a Weasley?" Ron asked with a grin. Draco finally looked up from his paper. "C'mon, mate, let's go for a walk. Merlin knows that it'd be good for your health."
"I can't agrue with that," Draco nodded.
The leaves were beginning to change colors all around the two wizards. It was truely a magical place. Ron had been to that particular place many times as a child to escape the craziness of his house. It was serene and quiet. He looked to his friend walking silently beside him.
"You're quiet."
"Sorry," Draco said half-heartedly.
"You don't need to apologize, mate," Ron said. "It was just an observation." He glanced over at his friend and frowned. Suddenly he knew what this was about. "Is this about what happened last night?" Draco was taken aback.
"...Last night?"
"Yeah, you told me you liked wizards, and I told you it didn't matter to me...it still doesn't matter to me who you like, Draco."
"I know...but I-"
"If it makes you feel any better I could tell you a secret...you know, so we are even." Draco looked over to Ron who gave him a big dorky smile.
"You have secrets?" He was unconvinced.
"Sure," he said, "everyone does. I have a few." Ron stopped walking and turned toward Draco. Now, he had his attention. He was going to tell him. "For instance, I guess I never really thought about the 'gay' thing...but there are some wizards I think are really attractive." Ron shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He really hated talking about relationships, it had always been really hard. But he knew if he told Draco he would sleep well.
"Really?"
"Yeah, really, mate. Does it really surpise you?"
"I suppose not...which wizards do you like?"
"One of them is you," Ron said simply. Draco widened his eyes. A blush warmed its way to Ron's face. "Sorry," he said looking down suddenly.
"Don't apologize," Draco stepped forward and gently touched his arm. Ron looked up to meet his eyes. They were a much happier shade of grey. Or at least as happy as grey could be. "Please, don't be sorry, Ron."
"You're not mad?"
"No!" Draco smiled. Ron's eyes lit up and he pulled the other man into a giant bear hug. Draco winced but hugged him back. "Why didn't you just tell me you liked me before? All night I worried I had made you uncomfortable."
"Sorry, I just thought that...I don't know what I thought..."
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