Ron anxiously looked at his watch, chuckling.
Draco was so often late, and he was so often nervous...the later Draco came, the less of the lunch break they had, and the less time until George came back. And Ron, unlike Draco, did not plan on George and Draco running into each other at the store on those terms. George had no idea about any of it, as far as Ron knew, and while George was accepting enough, George wouldn't be able to really keep a secret like that. Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Angelina, Bill, Fleur, and Charlie at the very least would have heard within a day or two, and that was absolutely not how Ron planned on coming out to his family. Draco had suggested that it might be good for him to have someone else do it, but Ron wasn't very fond of the idea.
It was his parents that he was worried about, his parents and Ginny. They were the least likely to be okay with it. Of course there was Hermione, and there was still tension between them after their break-up, although a lot of the tension was because Ron essentially refused to give Hermione the full truth as to why he broke things off in the first place. It wasn't that she really wanted to be with him, she just wanted an explanation he wasn't sure he could give her.
Ron rolled his eyes as he heard the door downstairs shut, and walked over to the top of the stairs.
"I really need to buy you a watch, don't I?" he teased as Draco jogged up to him.
"I have a watch, Ron."
"Yes, but do you use it?"
"Good point."
"Why do I bother?" Ron sighed jokingly, cut off by a kiss. After a few moments, Draco did pull back, smiling.
"Because you love me," he said.
"Ah, yes! There is that."
Draco laughed, and Ron grabbed his hand and pulled him off the stairs and into the back room. Draco tugged the curtain closed, wrapped his hands around Ron's waist, and resumed kissing him. After a while, Ron thought to check the time, but after realising how badly he didn't want to move his arms from Draco's neck, decided against it, a decision he soon regretted. They both were far too caught up in each other to hear the door close, or the footsteps, or even the gentle reopening of the curtain, but they snapped apart immediately at the sound of another voice.
"Afternoon..." George said, a look of confusion very clearly marking his face.
"I should probably go," Draco murmured, suddenly filled with fear as he slid past the other Weasley brother. He looked back before descending the stairs to blow an unreturned kiss. Ron and George stood in silence until the door closed again.
"So, let me get this straight..." George began, and Ron resisted the urge to groan. "I just walked in on you snogging Draco Malfoy. Draco Lucius Malfoy. The pureblood boy in your year who became a Death Eater. The one who tried to kill you, not to mention-"
"Yes!" Ron exclaimed, unwilling to listen to the rest of George's description.
"Bloody...hell...why on-"
"I love him, okay?!"
"Haven't made my mind up yet!"
"Well, I have!"
Ron pushed past George, rushing out of the shop and leaving his baffled brother upstairs as he raced off to the Malfoy Manor.