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It’s hard to say when his feelings changed. One moment he was just his best-friend, the next thing he knew he couldn’t stop day-dreaming about him.

A heavy sigh left Ron, irritation stirring in his bones as he watched his sister, Ginny, practically throw herself onto Harry. He wanted to yank her away, but at the same time that would just be absurd! That was his sister, his baby sister, if anything he should want to tear Harry apart for even looking at her. 

Harry chuckled at something Ginny said, brushing a piece of hair from her face with a soft smile. It was obvious, Harry loved her. Fuck it then, Ron was getting drunk. It was a party after all.

If anything it was just a simple one, booze, food, music, and people. Really the only requirements for a party. Ron grabbed himself a beer, cracking it open and rather quickly drinking it. Not that he liked beer, he didn’t, it tasted gross. But as of currently he couldn’t care, he just wanted to be drunk, and fast.

He didn’t want to think about Harry, or Ginny, especially not Harry and Ginny together! Though he couldn’t help his eyes from watching them, the two of them getting oh so cuddly and close to each other; Ginny was draped across Harry’s lap and Harry’s hands held her close, ensuring her safety from the floor as they talked with such obvious chemistry.

He scowled, instead finding some tequila to drink. The Weasley’s generally had a high alcohol tolerance. The only problem? Ron was a lightweight.

before he knew it he was drunk, heavily so. His mind felt weighed down and fuzzy, like he couldn’t think. First step was complete, he was blackout drunk. The second step? Well, sober Ron hadn’t thought of it, but drunken Ron sure did. Now it was time to fuck his sorrows away. To find some bloke and get railed. Maybe then he could get over his dumb crush on Harry.

It isn’t long before he finds himself in someone’s arms, pushed up against a wall, his mouth invaded by a tongue and hot breaths. Ron’s arms wrapped around their neck, kissing the man back with just as much enthusiasm. It was hot, he could feel them grind against him, the mans hands gripping Ron’s hips tightly.

Ron couldn’t help the small moan that slipped from his lips, melting against the firm and strong body holding him. This was electric, almost, just almost making him forget about Harry.

He was so very drunk, he didn’t know who this was, where he was, nothing. He was just focused on the very willing, very hot man clinging to him. Ron could taste the alcohol on his lips and he knew that this guy had to have been as drunk as he was. 

Suddenly he was picked up, Ron made no protest, keeping his mouth attached to the mans lips. He wanted to forget about all his worries, to just forget everything for right now. And the more he focused on this man the less he thought about anything else.

Before he knew it he was thrown onto a bed, hands tugging and yanking his clothes off. Part of him registered how green the room was, some piece of his mind realising he was with a Slytherin. But it didn’t fully click, too focused on the excitement of the moment.

A groan left Ron as he was flipped onto his stomach, his hips pulled up so he was on his knees. He felt as a body pressed down onto him, hands now pressing down on his shoulders, face pressed into the pillow.

”That’s it, let me position you, sweetheart.” A voice thick with deep arousal spoke into his ear, hands trailing from his shoulders and down to his inner thighs, gripping and spreading them apart.

Ron could only whine, biting his lower lip painfully as his cock twitched between his legs. He pressed his hips back, aching for more, desperate for more. 

He felt kisses trail down his back, starting from his neck and going down his spine. It felt good, it made him feel warm and fuzzy. Then he heard the squirt of a bottle, a thick, cold liquid slipping down his ass. The chill of it made Ron’s body jerk, his hands clutching to the sheets.

A hand gripped his hips and steadied him. “Stay still for me.” The man cooed, his fingers trailing down Ron’s crack.

A whimper escaped Ron, but he fought to stay still as he was teased. He could feel as lube was rubbed against his hole and Ron wanted nothing more than to have those fingers inside of him. 

“Please.” Ron begged, panting softly, biting into the pillow. He heard a soft chuckle before his want was granted, a finger slipping into him and curling, rubbing up against his walls.

Ron moaned, his walls clenching as he tensed. It felt nice, the insistent rubbing on his walls. “Shh, relax.” The man cooed, fuck, his voice was so familiar to Ron. Maybe he’d have realised who he was if he wasn’t so drunk.

He just stayed as still as he could as the man worked his body. Getting Ron nice and stretched, drawing several needy whimpers and moans from Ron’s lips as he did so.

By the time Ron was ready for more he was all pliant, his body relaxed and mind a hazy, pleasant mess. He felt a firm body press against his own, his back against the man’s chest.

”I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” He cooed, the head of his cock pressed to Ron’s entrance.

All Ron did was hum softly, his cock was hard, the tip wet with pre-cum. He had been waiting for this, to be fucked. He groaned as the cock sank into him, it burned, but between the alcohol and thorough preparation Ron barely registered it.

Nothing happened for a few moments, Ron’s body being allowed to adjust to the intrusion inside of him.

From then on Ron became a mess of moans and sputtered pleas as he was fucked. The sound of slapping hips, and the soft grunts of the mans voice in his ears. He felt a hand wrap around his weeping cock, squeezing and stroking him.

Ron cried out, his own hips bucking into the man’s hand, his walls squeezing the cock inside of him. It felt so good, between the stroking and pounding Ron could already feel his orgasm building. 

He felt a change of angle, the man’s cock slamming against Ron’s prostate, making Ron’s eyes roll and body tense. He couldn’t help it as his orgasm rolled through him, his hips jerking several times as he came into the man’s hand, his voice deteriorating into pathetic whines.

He was fucked through his orgasm steadily until his body relaxed and he went pliant. He felt hands grip his hips tightly before sharping pulling him back, impaling him sharply onto the cock.

The next few minutes were filled with sharp and harsh thrusts, heavy panting and dirty praises as Ron whimpered through it.

”Such a good-boy. Fuck, let me use you, beautiful.” A raspy, breathless voice breathed against his skin between kisses and bites.

Ron grunted as the man’s hips slapped against his ass before finally stilling, filling Ron and coating his walls. He felt a soft sigh against his neck before the thick cock slipped out of him.

His head was so hazy, Ron was so sleepy that his body just slumped in the bed. Hands grasped his waist as he was pulled into a new position, his head resting against warm skin. Arms wrapped around him and Ron relaxed, letting himself fall asleep against him.

The next morning when Ron woke up he had a bad hangover. He groaned heavily, his hands clenching for a moment, gripping onto the warm body beneath him.

He yawned, his mind taking a minute to catch up as he realised he was naked, in bed with someone. Ron froze, fuck, who was he in bed with? 

Ron hesitantly lifted his head, looking up and seeing none other than Draco Malfoy. No way was this happening, how could Ron get with the ferret of all people! Ron was about to go into a full blown panic until his hangover caught up with him and he felt the need to throw up

He quickly scrambled out of the bed, finding a trashcan and vomiting into it. Ugh, why had he decided to get so damn drunk? Merlin, he was an idiot. Ron panted heavily, his head growing even more pained. 

He felt a hand press to his lower back, rubbing in soothing circles. “Are you okay?” Draco asked, his voice weirdly soft. He had never spoken to Ron like that before.

A pained groan was the only sound he made before he heaved, feeling like he was going to throw up again.

”Shit, you drank a lot last night.” Draco murmured, his hands now rubbing Ron’s sides firmly, lightly squeezing as he sought to soothe Ron. “Come on, let’s get you in bed.” He cooed, one hands supporting his back as the other slipped under his legs, picking Ron up bridal style, putting Ron back into Draco’s bed.

”Fuck off.” Ron huffed, his voice a little slurred. He didn’t want to be taken care of by Draco, he hated him, they hated each-other!

But it seemed Draco ignored him as a bottle was pressed to Ron’s lips. “Drink it, it’s hangover potion.” Draco mumbled, running his fingers through Ron’s hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

Ron obeys, drinking the potion as he was told to. The potion was nice and cold, soothing him and helping him come back to his senses. Ron felt all achey, his head still hurt. Draco set the now empty bottle aside on the bedside table, both his hands going to Ron’s shoulders and rubbing deeply, helping calm the ache in Ron’s achey muscles.

”I’ll go run you a bath.” Draco mumbled, his hands pulling away from Ron as he walked away and disappeared into the bathroom.

He didn’t understand why Draco was being so nice to him, it made no sense. They hated each other, despised each other. He heard water running, the sound of a bath filling. Ron could take this opportunity to sneak out of Draco’s dorm. It seemed the logical thing to do, run away, let this be a mistaken hook-up.

Ron slipped out of bed, his ass aching as he walked to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe. “Ugh, you suck, my ass hurts.” Ron huffed, sounding annoyed.

Draco chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he poured some pain relieving potion into the bathwater. “You weren’t complaining about it last night.” Draco mused with a grin, looking over his shoulder and winking at Ron.

A scowl graced Ron’s face, “shut up.” He grumbled, pushing off the doorframe and getting into the bath. “You can go now.” Ron spoke, dismissing Draco. 

“Mm, I don’t think I will.” He mused, slipping into the bath behind Ron; he wrapped his arms around Ron’s waist, pulling him back against his chest.

Ron blushed, feeling Draco press his face to his neck, kissing his skin softly. “What the hell are you doing?” Ron asked, he felt so confused, why was Draco acting like this? They had sex, that was it, they were still rivals.

He felt Draco pause, swallowing thickly. “Nothing.” He murmured against Ron’s skin, his hands starting to rub along Ron’s body, starting to clean him. Ron didn’t say anything, relaxing back against Draco and letting himself be taken care of. “Comfortable?” Draco asked softly, scrubbing shampoo into Ron’s hair.

Ron nodded, his body relaxed, breathing soft as he enjoyed the feeling of Draco’s hands on his body. He’s never really been taken care of like this before. Ron dozed off for a while, trusting Draco for the first time ever. 

“Okay, you’re all clean.” Draco spoke softly. His breath tickling Ron’s ear. Ron hummed softly, shifting a little in Draco’s lap, his head resting on his shoulder. 

Next thing Ron knew he was back in bed, Draco’s arms around him, kissing along the back of his neck. “There’s water on the bedside table for you.” He murmured between kisses, his hands trailing over Ron’s body as if trying to memorise every dip and curve.

Ron reached over, feeling Draco follow him, his lips staying pressed to his skin. Ron blushed as he sipped on his cup of water. It was like Draco couldn’t get enough of him.

”How’re you feeling?” Draco asked, sucking on his neck, lightly biting down.

”I’m feeling alright.” Ron muttered, taking another sip of his water before setting it back down on the bedside table. 

He should leave now, right? This was just a hook-up, nothing more. Ron sighed, part of him didn’t want to. Draco felt warm and comfortable, he couldn’t help but lean back against Draco, relaxing in his arms. Besides, did he really want to leave? He’d likely have to deal with seeing Harry with Ginny, and ugh, that would suck.

He just laid there with Draco for a while, the blondes lips trailing along his body. At some point he got to Ron’s thighs. Spreading his legs and kissing along his inner thighs, all the while mumbling praises and soft words. 

Ron was completely relaxed, he didn’t feel sexual arousal, no, he just felt… cared for. His hand reached down, tangling onto Draco’s hair.

”You’re so irritatingly beautiful.” Draco murmured between kisses and bites. Ron didn’t say anything, just remaining pliant. Ron glanced at a clock, seeing what time it was. Fuck, he was supposed to be meeting up with Hermione in fifteen minutes.

He sighed, tugging on Draco’s hair and getting him to lift his head. He still didn’t get why Draco was acting this way, they were at each other’s throat yesterday, and now Draco was being all… loving. “Um, I’ve gotta go..” Ron mumbled. 

Draco pouted, holy shit he was actually pouting. Draco crawled up Ron’s body, his lips finding Ron’s and kissing him. “Where do you gotta go.” He asked between kisses, his hands rubbing Ron’s thighs as he settled between them. 

“I’m ‘spose to hangout with Hermione.” Ron muttered, finding himself kissing Draco back. He let Draco kiss him for a few moments before pulling back. “Okay, now I’ve really got to go.” Ron huffed, slipping out from under Draco.

He watched as the blonde sighed heavily, lying down in bed. “Pretty sure I’m more.. entertaining than Granger ever could be.” He mused with a grin.

Ron chuckled, finding his clothes on the floor. There was no way he could wear these clothes… Well, maybe he could just steal from Draco. “I’m stealing your clothes.” Ron mused, quickly finding clothing and getting dressed. He put on a simple pair of jeans, and then one of Draco’s hoodies.

”Mm, ballsy, someone might… think..” Draco trailed off. Ron rolled his eyes, fixing up his hair.

”Whatever, Malfoy.” Ron huffed, waving a goodbye before slipping out of Draco’s dorm, leaving and going to meet with Hermione.

Ron tried not to think about his hook-up with Draco. It was a drunken mistake, right? But fuck, it seemed that pompous blond was filling his mind. The kissing, gentle touching, sweet praise. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was like all thoughts he had of wanting Harry were wiped away, now it was Draco. Curse that man and his insanely good charm. Ron had originally planned to return Draco’s hoodie, but now? No, this was his now, Draco was never gonna get it back.

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It was difficult, avoiding the blonde. It was like he was everywhere, his eyes always trained on Ron. He just kept his head down, trying to eat his food and ignore Draco.

Beside him Harry and Ginny were being the perfect lovey dovey couple which just irked Ron further. He wanted to tell them to either shove it or get a room. But at the same time he knew he couldn’t do that, it would hurt both Harry and his sister. So he just stayed quiet with his head down and kept eating.

Ginny giggled, her legs draped across Harry’s lap, their faces close together. Harry was whispering things to her and kissing her face. Fuck, Ron was third-wheeling hard here.

He should have just went with Hermione, eating breakfast and studying was far better than this. He glanced up from his food, only to see Harry making out with her. Basically shoving their tongues down one anothers’ throats.

Ron scowled heavily. It was one thing when he was basically in love with Harry, and another that he was making out with a girl. But it was a whole other thing when it was his own damn sister on top of it! Have they no respect for his burning eyes?

With a huff Ron abruptly got up from his seat, pushing away his plate. “Jeez, thanks for ruining breakfast.” Ron snapped, storming off and out of the greathall. He was pissed off. How was he suppose to get over Harry when he was doing that!

It was obvious now that getting drunk and hooking up with a random bloke—who happened to be Draco—didn’t help him in the end. It made the situation so much worse! Now he had Malfoy practically stalking him everywhere he went.

Speaking of that arrogant prick; Ron felt as a hand pressed into his lower back and the appearance of Draco at his side, his eyes annoyingly concerned for Ron. 

“You alright?” Draco asked, his voice soft. This was the worst, Draco was so careful with Ron now, so sweet, it pissed Ron off! Where was that hatred? Why weren’t they rivals anymore, all because they hooked-up one time?

”I’m fine.” Ron huffed, not looking at Draco. He was far from fine, his life felt like it was spiralling. He was so hopelessly in love with his best-friend who was with his sister. Not to mention Ron couldn’t stop thinking about Draco’s body against his own, he ached for more.

”Mm, I don’t think so.” Draco spoke, his hand pressing down on his lower back and guiding him to an empty classroom. Ron didn’t protest, knowing the Damn ferret wouldn’t leave Ron alone if he didn’t let this happen.

He turned Ron to face him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. Ron blushed being so close to Draco, his hands ending up on Draco’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart, slow and steady.

”Tell me what’s bothering you.” The blonde spoke softly, his lips brushing against Ron’s ear. Ron swallowed thickly, fuck, why the fuck was Draco acting like this with Ron? It felt like such whiplash to have the usual volatile Malfoy suddenly be this sweet and caring.

”You are!” Ron scowled, forcefully pushing himself away and out of Draco’s arms, his eyes narrowed in a glare. “What kind of fucking game are you playing at? Acting like this with me?” He continued, feeling suspicious of Draco’s kindness.

Draco frowned before his lips drew in a tight line. “I thought that night meant we moved past this animosity Ron.” He huffed, some of his regular cold tone meeting his voice. It was weird how relieving it was to hear that tone be used towards himself again.

”We hooked up one time, we’re not a couple.” Ron huffed, keeping his face fixed in a glare. He didn’t trust the blonde as far as he could throw him, it made no sense for him to suddenly be so sweet like this.

A sigh left Draco’s lips as he took a step forward and his hands found Ron’s hips. “Sure, that’s fine, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting you again, to feel you writhing beneath me.” He spoke, his voice low and seductive, his hands tightening on Ron’s hips and pulling him closer.

Ron’s entire face flushed, his eyes going wide as Draco pressed against him. His feet stumbled back until he leaned against a desk, his legs spreading under Draco’s intense gaze.

”Tell me you don’t want this again.” Draco spoke, his voice husky as he lifted Ron to sit on the desk. Ron clutched onto Draco’s robes, his breathing going shallow.

Was this really about to happen again? Was he gonna hook-up with Malfoy again? Ron said nothing, and before he knew it Draco’s lips were pressing into his own. It wasn’t harsh or biting. It was gentle, teasing, sweet, and fuck, Ron was so into it.

Ron eagerly kissed Draco back, his eyes falling closed in enjoyment as Draco kissed him so perfectly. He felt hands fall to his thighs, spreading him wider.

”Be my good-boy and let me touch you.” Draco murmured against Ron’s lips, which only made Ron more turned on. 

The next thing Ron knew Draco was stripping him of his clothing and laying Ron back against the desk. Ron whimpered softly, completely lost in the feeling of being wanted by someone.

He felt lips all over his body, on his own lips, his face, his neck, chest, stomach, thighs, fuck, Draco was everywhere. He felt Draco’s hand wrap against his cock and start stroking, which made Ron moan and his hips buck into the sudden contact.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” Draco mumbled, his lips wrapping around one of Ron’s nipples and sucking. It felt amazing and it made Ron’s back arch under the new stimulation.

His hand moved faster on Ron, stroking him thoroughly as he marked Ron’s body all over with kisses and gentle nips. Ron whined, his hands clinging desperately to Draco as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge.

”Cum for me.” Draco whispered into Ron’s ear and Ron couldn’t help himself as his back bowed and body tensed, his eyes clenching tight as he moaned and came into Draco’s hand.

It was embarrassing how quickly Ron had cum, but Draco seemed rather pleased with himself about it. He lifted his hand to his lips and licked it clean on Ron’s cum, which only made Ron groan as he went pliant against the desk, panting heavily. He felt good, far better than earlier. 

At some point Ron ended up cradled in Draco’s arms, settled in his lap as Draco’s fingers ran through his hair. It was so unfair, how soothing Draco was, how much of a calming presence he was to Ron. Ron couldn’t help but doze off in his arms. 

He remained content in the blondes lap for a long while before reluctantly deciding it was time to pull away. He didn’t want Draco having the wrong idea.

He didn’t say anything as he pushed out of the blondes lap, a heavy yawn leaving him as he fixed up his clothing, wanting to look presentable. “This meant nothing.” Ron grumbled before leaving, stumbling a little on his feet from how tired he felt. Annoying how Draco could make Ron get all relaxed and sleepy.

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He hadn’t planned it, he always tried to keep away. But he couldn’t help himself. Not when he felt gentle hands smooth over his body, a soft voice and even softer lips press against his skin, the warmth pressing down against him.

He was pressed down into the bed, his back arched and hands rubbing his thighs as Draco kissed and nipped at his neck. “Such a good-boy.” He cooed. Fuck, the praise was everything, Ron ached for it, he was desperate.

Ron whined softly, his hands gripping into Draco’s back as his hips rubbed against his own. How could he not keep coming back to Draco when he was like this? Ron had never been with someone like this before, it was always rough, filled with degradation. He’d eventually get off on it, he thought he was into that. But now? With this? Ron had never been more turned on in his life, this was what he was into. The more he was with Draco the more Ron realised he hated pain, he hated insults and roughness, he just wanted to be precious to someone.

”Do you wanna fuck?” Draco mumbled against Ron’s skin as he pressed kisses along his collarbone.

He shook his head, Ron didn’t want that tonight, he just wanted to be touched. Draco hummed softly, his hands gently squeezing Ron’s thighs as he continued to grind his hips.

It was painfully obvious, Ron knew it was and he knew Draco knew. Ron was jumpy, he was an anxious and fidgety person. Draco was careful with Ron, always seeking consent and clarification. Ron loved it, adored it, couldn’t help but seek Draco out.

They both fell silent, well, Draco was no longer talking and neither was Ron. It was just the quiet sounds of their bodies rubbing together, soft panting and little moans from Ron or tiny grunts from Draco.

It was so easy being with the Slytherin, not that they were together… not at all! They just shagged and Ron totally wasn’t becoming totally infatuated with him. Ron was still into Harry, wanting him, it still irked Ron seeing Harry so happy with Ginny. But at the same time there was Draco, this side of him that was sweet, loving, gentle, everything Ron didn’t realise he needed.

A gasp left Ron’s lips before dissolving into a moan as his orgasm washed through him. It was gentle, not that sharp, overwhelming feeling that came with rough sex, if anything it was soothing.

Ron hummed, going pliant under Draco, feeling relaxed. “Feeling good?” Draco asked, his voice a bit rough with desire but still soft. Ron nodded, his body buzzing with pleasant satisfaction. “Can I.. go faster?” Draco spoke, this question more hesitant than the last. Ron hummed his yes, spreading his legs wider.

He felt as Draco rubbed faster, harder against him, not rough, but not gentle either. His hardened cock pressed into the crevice between Ron’s thigh and pelvis, thrusting consistently and panting heavily.

This went on for a few moment before Draco finally came, spilling onto Ron’s lower abdomen. He sighed, rubbing himself through his orgasmed before letting himself collapse on top of Ron.

”You okay?” Ron asked, voice timid. With Draco Ron didn’t feel the need to be so energetic all the time, to be loud and boisterous. He felt like he could just be himself.

”Yeah, ‘m good, so good.” Draco muttered, pressing his face to Ron’s chest and placing sloppy, tired kissed against Ron’s skin as his body went limp against Ron’s.

They laid like that for a long time, just basking in each-others’ warmth. At some point Ron felt Draco relax further, falling into a deep sleep against Ron, his head against Ron’s chest. Ron just ran his fingers through Draco’s hair for a while longer, enjoying this moment.

Ron never stayed the night, not after the first time. Ron knew it irked Draco to know end. He carefully shifted, slipping out of the bed and settling Draco down into the mattress. He quickly cleaned himself off with some tissues and got dressed. He glanced at Draco once more, who was still blissfully asleep, before leaving his dorm and heading back to his own.

The halls of Hogwarts were pretty vacant. It was Saturday so most students were in Hogsmeade or hanging out with others in various places. No need to travel through the halls much when you aren’t rushing from class to class. He easily slipped through the Gryffindor common room without anyone stopping him and up to his dorm.

He sank down into his own bed with a sigh, missing Draco’s warmth, his touch, his kisses. But he pushed it aside, trying not to think about it. But that never really worked.

Draco was so perfect, so just everything. He seemed to know Ron’s body, how to make Ron sing with pleasure, contentment, rage, anything and everything. It made Ron want to be around him all the time. But Ron knew logically he should put distance between him and Draco, he should stop this weird situation-ship they had going.

Ron sank further into his bed, it wasn’t as comfortable as Draco’s… part of him wanted to sneak back and crawl into Draco’s arms. Ron shook his head, just trying to relax for a moment before going to clean himself up properly.

it wasn’t long before Harry walked in, a deep frown on his face. He glanced at Ron before rolling his eyes and flopping down into his own bed. The action made Ron frown too, why was Harry upset?

”What’s wrong?” Ron asked, looking over at Harry who had started unbuttoning his shirt.

”Nothing.” Harry huffed, tossing his shirt aside. Ron wouldn’t look, he would not stare at Harry’s abs, no way. But they were there, and Ron always imagined what it would feel like to kiss them.

”Come on, out with it.” Ron spoke, getting out of his own bed and going to Harry’s. He hoped he didn’t smell too much like Draco’s cologne… Ron hadn’t showered yet.

Harry sighed heavily, lying back in his bed with a pout. “Ginny broke up with me.” He admitted to Ron.

Ron was shocked! How could Ginny break up with Harry? He never thought that would happen, they seemed so perfect for one another.

”What happened?” Ron muttered, unsure if Harry was okay with the question. He tentatively sat beside Harry, close but not weirdly close.

”I don’t want to talk about it.” He grumbled and Ron was quick to nod, okay with just not talking about it. He didn’t want to upset Harry further. 

They sat in awkward silence for a while before Ron sighed, “I’m going to have a shower.” He muttered, getting up from Harry’s bed and grabbing some clothes

Harry just hummed, but he could feel his eyes burning into the back of his head. Did Harry know? Surely not, he couldn’t, Ron and Draco were so secretive.

Ron hadn’t really thought about the fact that he now had a chance with Harry. That is, if Harry was into men. Though Ron didn’t think so… but Ron wasn’t thinking about that, he was weirdly content with Draco. He still had the biggest fucking crush on his best-friend, but it didn’t feel as suffocating anymore.

He was quick to leave the dorm room after getting his clothes, practically running to the shower. Why had Harry stared at him like that?