*Due to this story's popularity I decided I might as well continue. I ship Dron too much not to.*

Chapter Seven

Draco was sprawled across Ron's couch, arm over his eyes. "I'm tired. Make me a sandwich."

Ron chuckled. "Do I look like a house-elf to you, Malfoy?"

"A very sexy house-elf," Draco smirked, looking at Ron. "Please?" Ron shook his head but got to making his boyfriend a sandwich. He had to admit it was adorable the way Draco asked him to do things all the time. It wasn't demanding it was just sweet and cute. Ron also didn't want to see Draco do too many things by himself since the whole hospital incident.

"What's the plan for tonight, Ronny? Butterbeer and a movie?" Ron rolled his eyes.

"Didn't you just say you're tired? After you eat this sandwich you're going to bed." Ron says sternly, handing Draco the plate. He sits up and begins eating.

"Will you come back there with me?" Draco pouts. "I want cuddles." Ron rolled his eyes and held his hand.

"Duh! What did you think I was gonna do, sit out here by myself?" Draco puts the now empty plate on the table and stands up, stretching. "Now go brush your teeth," Ron scolded.

"Yes, mother," Draco mumbled under his breath, dragging Ron along behind him. The two go into the bathroom and look into the mirror. "You know," Draco wondered out loud, "People are right. We are cute together."

Ron nodded, rubbing his chin, creating a sound similar to that of sandpaper. "I would look a lot better if I shaved."

Draco smiled and rubbed the stubble too. "I like it." The two started brushing their teeth, and trying to hold hands. It was difficult because they were both right handed, but oh well. After they had both rinsed out their mouth, the began walking out into the bedroom. Ron suddenly picked up the blonde, slung him over his shoulder, and flung him onto the bed, jumping onto him, and giving him a quick kiss on the nose.

Draco fake-punched his chest to get the larger man off, but Ron kept kissing his face. "You're such a dork!" Draco protested, but was hushed with Ron's lips. He closed his eyes and smiled. Ron pulled away.

"You were saying, Drac?"

"I was trying to say that you should get off. You weigh at least thirty pounds more than me. "

Ron frowned. "Are you saying I'm fat?" Draco's eyes widened.

"That's not what I mean, Ron! You're just taller and bigger and I'm really skinny!"

"Mhm." Ron rolled off of Draco and onto his side of the bed. He stared at the wall. He had always been uncomfortable about his weight. It wasn't that he was fat or anything, he was just thicker than all of his brothers but Charlie and Bill, and Harry was thinner than him as well. It was one of many things that added to his low self-confidence.

Draco sighed. Ron knew he didn't mean that. Didn't he? "Ron?" He whispered. No response. "Ron?"

"Yes?" Ron's voice was cool, but he didn't turn around. He was too busy thinking of ways he could lose a few pounds. He didn't want to be a hypocrite to Draco, but he really could use a fast.

"Are you mad at me?" Draco's timid question ended with a slight voice quiver.

"Absolutely not." That wasn't a lie. Ron was angry with himself. Every time he tries to do something funny, something sweet, something cute, it backfires. He made up his mind. He needed to lose weight for Draco.

The two eventually fell into a slightly uneasy sleep.

The next morning, Draco made Ron breakfast as an apology, but Ron only picked at the eggs, and refused to touch the bacon. Draco just figured he wasn't hungry. They went shopping, and Ron spent most of his time in a vitamin shop.

When they returned home, Draco had lunch. Ron had a small salad. Afterwards, Draco was watching a great show called Sherlock. Ron had bowed out to go to the bathroom. After he returned, he coughed a bit and smelled like he had just brushed his teeth with his typical spearmint toothpaste.

"Everything alright, Ronnie?"

Ron smiled weakly. "Just think I have a bit of a stomach bug. Don't worry, Drac." Draco nodded and turned back to the television screen.

"Benedict Cumberbatch is sexy, don't you agree?" Ron nodded. Ron noted that Benedict Cumberbatch was approximately four inches thinner than he was.

Draco sensed something wrong with Ron, but he didn't want to push it. Maybe he was just sick. Draco wasn't really in the mood to accuse him of anything. He didn't want to have Ron upset with him. "Do you want any medicine, Ronnie?" Ron shook his head.

"I should be fine in a bit. Just one of those 24- hour things." Ron mumbled. His throat hurt and he still had a bitter, disgusting taste in his mouth despite brushing his teeth. Throwing up on your own is bad enough, but making yourself throw up is even worse.