A/N: Wow, I can't believe it. This story is under ten chapters from being finished. Only about two more chapters until summer is over. I'm going to try and make this chapter as long as I possibly can. Thank you everyone who has read and stuck with the story so far! Please let me know what you think! The song used is The Nicest Thing by Kate Nash. I only changed one word in it to fit the story!

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Draco lay on Ron's bed. Considering what had happened in the past week or so, it didn't feel strange to do so.

After the whole 'waking up and screaming in his sleep' thing, Draco had noticed that Ron had been acting strange around him. Ron smiled more at the blonde. He was being a lot more friendly than usual. Every single accidental touch made Ron blush a deeper red than Draco had ever seen. It gave Draco butterflies followed by a feeling of awkward satisfaction.

The real epiphany didn't happen until just a few hours ago.

Ron and Draco had been outside, patrolling the backyard for gnomes. At least, that's what they told Molly they were doing. It was easier to tell her that than actually having to do chores. The two walked around the house out towards the garden. Tall flowers and other sorts of plants hid them from view. They lay down in the grass, the afternoon sun blanketing them in warmth.

"I don't want summer to ever end!" Ron exclaimed, stretching against the grass like a cat. Draco tried not to look when Ron's shirt rode up a little. Instead, he scoffed at his friend and gave the red head a crooked smile.

"What, so it's warm all the time? It doesn't sound too bad, actually." Draco said more to himself than Ron. Draco looked over at the red head, his smile fading a bit. Ron had this smile on his face that wasn't happy in the slightest. It made Draco want to reach over and pull his friend into a tight hug.

"No… just this summer. I like having you here at the Burrow and spending time with you." Ron quietly replied. Draco just stared at his friend, feeling his face get warmer by the second. Draco wanted to reach out and hug Ron and kiss him.

"Th-there's always next summer, you know." The blonde fumbled over his words, trying to fight back the urge to kiss his friend. It was a horribly awkward situation to be in. Ron's sad smile broke into a happy one, a small laugh escaping him.

"Yeah, but that's not the point." Ron mumbled, relaxing back into the soft green grass and staring right at the sun. Draco's face flushed as he continued to stare at Ron. Ron was just so beautiful in that moment. His eyes were shining in the sun light, different high lights on his brilliant red hair showing through. Ron's freckles looked flushed against his pale skin. It left Draco at a loss for words.

God, I love him.

Draco felt his throat tighten a little bit at that thought. He coughed in surprise, earning a worried look from Ron. He gave Ron a nervous smile and looked away. Had he really just thought that? Love? It wasn't something that Draco was totally familiar with. But, then again, he wasn't familiar with having friends before Ron came along. And he's learned to adapt to that just fine.

The urge to touch him, to say something, to do something was so over powering to Draco that all he could do was sit there and stare at Ron.

000

After lying in the grass for what felt like hours, Ron and Draco headed back into the house. Draco claimed to have a headache and climbed the stairs up to Ron's bedroom to lie down. Ron, on the other hand, helped his mother with a few chores around the house, giving Draco enough time to mull over his thoughts.

When Draco entered the room, all he could do was stare at the floor. It felt like another wild dream to the blonde. Falling in love? That was something that Draco never even thought could happen to him. He thought that maybe later on in life, his parents would arrange him to marry some stuck up girl from another pure blood family. He thought that he'd be unhappy for the rest of his life. But falling in love, with another boy to be precise, seemed like some horrible mixed up fairy tale dream.

Draco looked around the room, his eyes falling on Ron's bed. His make-shift bed on the floor was perfectly intact, still useable to lie on. But, in his current state of mind, all Draco wanted to do was lie on Ron's bed and forget about the world around him. He crashed down onto it, the bed creaking with every movement that he made. It was a wonder that Ron was able to fall asleep every night.

The blonde relaxed against the blankets, inhaling the familiar scent of Ron. It smelt like cinnamon and grass and happiness. It was an odd mixture, but Draco loved it.

I need to stop thinking, just for one second. Draco thought, trying to relax his panicking thoughts. It wasn't working very well.

I don't understand any of this. But, now that I look back on everything, it all makes sense. Everything makes so much more sense. But love? I thought things like love took time. Or it just wasn't made for me. Either way, I can't let him know. I can't lose my most important person. Fuck, now I sound like a little girl. What if he feels the same way? It would explain why he's been acting strange the past few days… but I'm me, so probably not. God, why do I have to love him-?

Draco's thoughts were interrupted by the bedroom door flying open. He sat up at lightning speed, trying to look like he wasn't doing anything weird. Ron stood in the doorway, his eyebrows raised at his friend.

"Uh, hi?" Ron mumbled. Draco nodded his head at his friend. He grabbed his guitar on the floor next to him, pretending that he was going to play it or practice. Ron let out a sigh, closing the door behind him as he walked across the room.

"Got all your chores done?"

"Yeah, mum made me do a lot more than I thought I'd be doing. I'm going to jump in the shower real quick." Ron replied, tearing off his shirt as he spoke. Draco was glad he had his guitar to focus on rather than Ron's naked chest.

"Ok, I'll just be sitting here." Draco mumbled, hoping that that didn't sound overly creepy. Ron nodded at him, throwing his shirt on the floor and closing the bathroom door behind him. Draco let out a sigh, playing a slow sad tune on his guitar. Words started to form in Draco's mind, and before he knew it a song had formed.

Inside the bathroom, Ron twisted the shower on and started to undress. He glanced over at the towel rack, noticing that there wasn't a towel there. He swore to himself, putting his boxers back on and cracking the door open. Before he could open it all the way, he heard the familiar sound of Draco's guitar. He stopped, listening to the song.

"All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite boy
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you'd never forget
The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something."

The low notes faded out, noises from the shower now filling the room. Ron felt this odd sense of sadness filling his heart. He quietly and slowly closed the bathroom door, not even risking the chance to steal a look at Draco. It sounded like, in Draco's voice, he was ready to cry. It ripped at his heart. Ron let the shower run for another minute or so, pretending that he was taking one. He was much too sad to think about taking one now. He shut it off, got dressed, and went back out into his room.

When the bathroom door flew open, Draco wasn't sitting on his bed anymore. In fact, Draco wasn't even in there anymore. The guitar was resting on Ron's bed, almost like it belonged there. Ron ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh.

000

Draco couldn't sleep.

He had been trying to sleep for hours on end. It felt like he had been trying for a whole lifetime. But, no matter how hard he tried, the blonde just couldn't sleep. For a while he heard the soft snores of Ron, but they stopped just a short while ago. Draco threw the covers back and sat up in bed, turning his head in the direction of Ron's bed.

"Ron?" Draco quietly said. He heard some shifting from Ron's direction.

"Yeah…?" Ron sleepily said back. It wasn't sleepy like he had just woken up. More sleepy like his body was awake, but his mind wasn't. Draco swallowed.

"I can't sleep."

"Me neither, mate."

A comfortable silence filled the air next. Draco stared into the darkness for another minute or so before completely pushing the blankets off of himself, carefully crawling over to Ron's bed. He tried to steady his breathing as he folded back Ron's blankets and slowly crawled in. He felt and heard Ron move away and sit up a bit.

"What're you doing?"

"I can't sleep, and I'm cold on the floor." Draco halfway lied. True, he couldn't sleep. But his skin felt like it was on fire from nerves. Ron didn't push Draco out of the bed or even away from him. He just adjusted himself so that Draco had more room.

"Well, I hope you're able to get some sleep now." Ron mumbled sleepily with a chuckle. Draco blushed and he was glad that Ron couldn't see it.

"Night, you jerk." Draco grumbled while stealing half of Ron's blankets. Ron just laughed at him and stole them back.

"Goodnight, Draco."

000

Ron had let Draco sleep in his bed for three nights now. They never talked about it, never acknowledged it. It was something that just happened, and Draco loved it. The more and more time he spent with the red head, the more and more he was sure of himself being in love with him. It didn't even feel wrong anymore. It felt more wrong not to be near Ron. Draco knew he was spiraling down into something that he couldn't get out of, but he didn't mind the least bit.

Throughout sleeping in the same bed, the two had made sure not to touch each other. It just seemed like a polite thing to do. They had kept it like that until this current morning.

Draco woke to the birds chirping loudly outside of Ron's crooked window. He slowly cracked his eyes open, shaking away the sleepiness. His eyes went wide with shock once he fully realized what was going on.

The blonde was staring right into Ron's deep blue eyes. It was apparent that Ron had been awake for quite some time now; all the sleep had vanished from his eyes. All Draco could do was stare back at his friend and fight the urge to kiss him.

The early morning glow created an aura of surrealism. A part of Draco wanted to roll over and look away from Ron. He knew that after all of this, the air between the two would be awkward. But another part of him, the part that was much greater, wanted to stay like this. And so he did.

Ron's eyes were hazily fixed on the blonde, not leaving him even for a second. Their legs were tangled together, their arms and hands just almost touching. Ron's breathing was opposite of Draco's; or was it the other way around? Neither could tell, neither really cared.

Draco slowly blinked, letting out a long puff of air. This all felt like a dream, like it wasn't really happening. The blonde could care less if it was a dream; he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. He vaguely wondered if Ron's skin was as soft as it looked, if he would be burned by his freckles…

Before the blonde knew it, he had reached his hand up towards Ron's face, gently and carefully tracing his fingers over the red head's freckles. Each and every one felt amazing to Draco, each one just as special as the last. His eyes slowly flickered back and forth between his finger tips and Ron's eyes, tending to linger on the red head's eyes. Oh, those eyes…

Draco could go on and on about Ron's eyes, but he decided not to. He wanted to enjoy the moment, not over analyze it. All he could focus on anyway was how Ron's eyes bore into his own, and how his hand was still resting on Ron's face. Draco felt his own face heat up as he tried to take his hand away, feeling like this moment should end.

To his surprise, Ron reached up and kept Draco's hand in place, not letting him go. The blonde wanted to say something, say anything, but he couldn't. Ron's gaze was too intense for him to think of anything coherent to say.

"Ron, I-"

"Draco."

Draco stopped. Ron's voice sounded so intense, so demanding but yet calm. It shocked the blonde. It was a tone that he'd never heard Ron use before. He closed his mouth, waiting for Ron to continue. The red head took in a deep chest-full of air.

"This doesn't feel awkward or weird like it should."

"Well, it does now."

Ron let out a small laugh. Draco blushed and waited for Ron to continue on.

"What I mean is, lying here with you, it doesn't feel weird. Doing something like this with Harry or Hermione or any of my other friends would feel weird and not right. This feels right. I don't really know how to explain it." Ron quietly said. His facial expression hardly changed the entire time. Draco knew his face was bright red by now.

"Ron, what're you saying?" Please, let it be what I think he's trying to say. Ron's face relaxed, his eyes becoming shiny, almost like he was going to cry.

"The past week, maybe two weeks, I've felt… different. I don't know, I guess I fully realized that I feel different around you. I feel comfortable, I feel safe, and I feel good about myself. It's how I used to feel around Hermione when I liked her. I guess what I'm trying to say is…" Ron stopped himself. He tried to gather his thoughts together, tried to slow things down just a little bit. He felt like the world was spinning just a little too fast. Before he could gather himself, he felt a soft pair of lips crashing into his own.

Draco couldn't hold it anymore. The strong feeling, the strong want to kiss Ron had over powered him. He crashed his face into his friends', a pair of soft lips on dry ones. It was an awkward kiss, lasting no more than a few seconds before Draco pulled away. It was in that moment the Draco fully realized just what was happening. The two boys stared at each other, Ron's face calm but thoughtful. Draco could feel his own contort into panic.

"I-I have to… go somewhere else…" Draco mumbled before he pushed Ron away along with the blankets, jumping up from the bed and dashing out the door. He didn't hear Ron calling after him; he didn't hear Ron sprinting down the stairs after him. All he could focus on was getting away and waking himself up.

This had to be some terrible sort of dream.

Draco went flying through the kitchen, past Molly and Arthur. He didn't look back at them, even when Molly yelled his name in worry. He just slammed the kitchen door open, running out into the fields surrounding the Burrow. Summer winds picked up around him, almost knocking the blonde right off of his feet. He ran down the path, his lungs burning with lack of oxygen.

"Draco, stop!" Ron screamed. The wind carried his voice over to Draco. The blonde stumbled as he turned and saw his friend chasing after him. He slowed his running, stopping in the middle of the path. He turned and saw Ron running towards him like he was going to hug him. When Ron got close enough for Draco to reach him, he pushed his friend away with all the strength he had. Ron had a look of pure confusion on his face.

"Stay away! This is just a horrible dream!" Draco screamed over the wind. Tears started to run down his face, even though Draco didn't really feel like crying. Ron's eyebrows were turned up, an expression of pure sadness.

"Draco, what-?"

"I love you, you idiot! I love you! I don't know how long I've known, maybe days or months or even years! But you're not supposed to like me back. In my life, nothing ever goes right! So this has to be some kind of torture dream or something because you're not supposed to like me back! God, please tell me this isn't a dream…" Draco exclaimed, chocking on his sobs in between sentences. He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the tears. When Ron moved towards him, Draco started to hit himself in the face.

"Draco, stop!"

"I have to wake up, don't you get it? I need to wake up!" Draco screamed from behind his hands. Ron took that last step to close the gap between them, grabbed Draco's wrists, and made his friend stop. With just that action, Draco's tears stopped for a moment. The wind picked up again, making Ron's wild red hair look even wilder.

"I was trying to tell you that I like you. I mean like like you. Hell, maybe even love. Most likely love, but I've never really felt that so I can't be sure. But the point is I'm pretty much in love with you. So stop hitting yourself, stop freaking out, and accept that something good has happened in your life." Ron said, just loud enough to hear over the wind. Draco's eye darted from Ron's hands to Ron's eyes. He didn't know what to say back. He was supposed to be dreaming.

Without waiting for a reply, Ron brought Draco closer to him, closing the gap between them completely. He let go of the blonde's wrists and grabbed Draco's face instead, bringing it to his own. In one swift motion, he captured Draco's lips.

This time, it wasn't a small kiss on the lips. There was pressure and want and need behind it. Ron parted away from Draco for a moment to gulp in some air before connecting again. Draco turned his head to the side a little bit, applying a little bit of pressure behind the kiss as well. The wind picked up again, meshing blonde and red hair together to create something beautiful. It was the last thing Draco saw before he closed his eyes and focused completely on the kiss.

He was glad it wasn't a dream.

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Holy crap. Oh my god. I actually did it. This is what the previous twenty-three chapters have led up to. This is what I had pictured in my head when starting this fan fic. This whole chapter is what I eventually wanted to have happen. I know it probably feels a little rushed, I know that. But, to be honest, I'm getting tired of this fic. I want to finish it. There's only one more chapter of summer left, and then maybe two chapters left in the whole story. So this is almost done! I hope that everyone enjoyed it!