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Never Been Kissed	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Ron and Draco don't belong to me. At all. In the least. I'm just borrowing them for my own sordid purposes. I will give them back when I'm done, I promise.

Warning! NC-17! This is rated TVM for: Strong Sexual Content, Adult Themes, and Strong Language. Plus...this story contains Slash. Slash is male on male sex. No women. Just two incredibly sexy guys getting it on! So if you missed it the first two times, third's a charm. THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH!

Dedication: You know who you are, Chiquita! ;-) I know that the Astronomy Tower is *technically* Harry and Draco's place, I think you'll see it fits rather well here. And considering what happened to poor Ron in that one, I think it's okay to let these two borrow it...Damn, we're always giving Draco up to a Weasley! ;-)

Author's note: This is the sequel to "Never Been Kissed". It won't make much sense unless you read the first one. Hey Eros, try and find the rather blatant reference...

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Ron Weasley wasn't sure what he was doing. No, correction. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was sitting alone in the astronomy tower waiting for Draco Malfoy. Why? Because earlier that day Malfoy had done something. It had started out normally. Malfoy had made a crack about Hermione, or Harry, or something. And Ron had punched him, and it had turned into a fight, but then Malfoy had kissed him. Well, not at first. First he had just sort of teased Ron's, making cracks about maybe he was gay. Which had sort of hit a nerve.

//I'm not gay//. Ron thought to himself firmly. Sure, he had started thinking about it recently, but that was normal, wasn't it? He had to admit he had begun looking at other guys, but it was all...comparison. He couldn't help it, he was always being compared to someone. Whether it was his older brothers or his best friend, Harry Potter, he was always coming in second. So it was just natural that he'd do it himself.

Then Draco had kissed him. It had been Ron's first kiss. Draco Malfoy was not the first person Ron had wanted to kiss him. Draco was evil, and he hated him. Except he didn't hate him, not anymore. Because Draco had been nice...after the kiss. Well, during the kiss. And the kiss hd been nice. Not what he'd have expected from Draco Malfoy. It had been warm and soft and sweet. And Ron had kissed him back. And then Draco had wanted more...and Ron had put an end to it.

But there had been words exchanged. And Ron had seen a side of Draco that he'd never seen before. And so he'd told himself he'd think about what happened, and that he'd meet Draco here that night.

//Why are you here, really?// He asked himself. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. It would probably have been a better idea to ignore the whole thing had ever happened. But it had happened. And Ron had liked the feeling of Draco's lips and hands on him. Not at first. At first it had been awful. Ron had been pretty sure that Draco was going to rape him. Somehow....somehow that would have been better. because then it would have been all Draco, and it would have been awful, and Ron wouldn't have spent the rest of the day remembering the way Draco's lips felt on his neck. Or how the other boy had smelled. Or how his lips had been incredibly soft and firm...or he had, it certainly wouldn't have aroused him the way it did now.

//You can't be turned on by Draco Malfoy// he had told himself. He was an evil little git. But Ron had this sneaking suspicion that there was more to Draco then he'd allowed himself to see. Ron just never wanted to bother doing anything other then hating the other boy. When he had made a comment about Draco's father, the Slytherin boy had gotten angry...and then afraid. Maybe he wasn't as spoiled as Ron had thought...

The sound of the door opening made Ron jump. He got to his feet as quickly as he could, stepping away from the wall. He looked Draco up and down, his lips forming an automatic sneer. It wasn't that he did it on purpose, it just sort of came naturally. Draco didn't say anything, just stood there as Ron studied him. A bit of the haughtiness was gone from Draco's pale, pointed features. Ron had never noticed just how pale the smaller boy was. From his silvery blond hair-falling in a sleek sheet to his chin-to his light grey eyes. His black sweat pants and tank top under his open robe only made his skin look paler. It was no wonder he looked so cruel and arrogant, he looked like he was carved from ice.

"Malfoy." Ron said, casually.

"Weasley." Draco countered. He was looking Ron over in the same appraising manner. Ron wouldn't be surprised if they started circling each other.

"I didn't think you'd come." Ron said, forcing himself not to sound like a prick. He had asked-well, told actually-Draco to meet him here for a reason. He smiled, a hint of humor entering his voice. "Had no idea you wanted me that much."

"Oh, get over yourself Weasley." Draco waved his hand dismissively, and sauntered further into the room. "Say whatever you have to say and then let me go back to sleep."

It was hard to imagine that just earlier that day they had been locked in an intimate embrace. Ron took a deep breath, trying hard not to lose his temper. It was true what Draco had said. There was something big between them that couldn't be denied.

"I did a lot of thinking." Ron said, sitting down in one of the few chairs in the tower room.

"Hope you didn't strain yourself." Draco snapped, sinking gracefully into a chair opposite Ron. The red haired boy took another deep breath.

"From here on out, I'm going to assume that your nastiness is some sort of conditioned response." Ron said, shaking his head. "I did a lot of thinking today. About....what happened." He didn't know what to refer to it as. "I'm not gay."

To his surprise, Draco barked a quick, sharp laugh. But it was genuine, not mocking. "And you think I am?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. When he saw Ron's look of disbelief and skepticism all humor was gone from his face. "I'm not. I like women. And men." He shrugged. "And I personally don't care what you are."

"Good. Cause I'm not gay." Ron repeated again. He wasn't sure how to continue. Draco had thrown him off a bit there, but he pressed on. "But...I liked what happened to day. I just...I don't know why. I thought I hated you, but I don't think I do. I think...I think I just hated you cause it was the easiest thing to do. I mean, you're a bastard. So I hated you. I didn't ever ask myself why. I bet there's a real good reason that you're a bastard."

"Weasley, if you got me up here for some sort of heart to heart..."

"I got you up here to talk!" Ron snapped. "To find out if maybe there was a decent person somewhere in there. "

"Touching." Draco said, but he wasn't looking at Ron any more. He was looking at the wall somewhere above Ron's head.

"Yeah well...I figure I may as well know the guy I spent half the afternoon making out with." Maybe snide remarks were a tension breaker for Draco, like jokes were for Ron. "So why'd you do it?"

"What?" Obviously Draco hadn't been expecting such a direct change of subjects.

"Why'd you kiss me...and want to...you know." Ron shrugged, hoping he didn't to go further.

"Because I could." Draco said. "And because it felt like the right thing to do." He shrugged as well, but in a more offhand way. "And then you started fighting me...and then you gave in."

"So what, you just did it to piss me off?" Ron shook his head, disgusted. "Guess I was wrong, you're nothing but a sick little fuck after all."

"Oh, shut up." Draco said. "If it was only to piss you off, I would have stopped as soon as I figured out you wanted it. And I certainly wouldn't have been so nice about it."

He had a point. Draco had been very...gentle. Especially after Ron told him he had never even been kissed. It was as though Draco had gone out of his way to make it pleasant.

"Okay....so you wanted to. Why me?"

"Because you're attractive, and you would let me." Draco scowled. "Are we done with the interrogation?"

"It's not an interrogation." Ron said. "It's a discussion. Or it would be if you added something to it."

"What would you like me to add? Do you want me to tell you...how the only reason I treat yoke ske shit is because I don't have what you have? Do you want me to tell you that my home life is more miserable then you could ever imagine? Or my school life, for that matter. I don't have all that many friends, if you hadn't noticed. Or how about that I'd kill to spend just ten seconds in your shoes. My father beats me to get his kicks, my mother's dying...Is that what you want me to add, because that's all I have!" Draco's voice rose with every word, and somewhere in his confession he had risen out of his seat to stand as he screamed. His voice hadn't changed tone though, it was haughty and arrogant throughout.

Ron was shocked. He figured there was something wrong, but that....and Draco would kill to have his life? No wonder he had freaked when Ron had made that crack about his father.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want your pity." Draco sat back down, his slender frame trembling.

"What do you want?" Ron asked softly. He was seeing Draco in a whole new light, as a whole new person. He wasn't just a spoiled git whose sole purpose of existence was pissing Ron off. He was a person. With feelings. And pain...

"For you to keep your bloody big mouth shut."

"I will." Ron said, earnestly. He reached out a hand to Draco, who jerked away violently. Ron drew his hand back, frowning. Draco was scowling worse then ever, and his eyes were bright with some unidentifiable emotion. "Look, I'll just forget you ever said anything, okay?"

Draco said nothing, and Ron moved to kneel on the floor in front of Draco's chair. "I don't pity you, Draco." He said softly, reaching for the smaller boy's hands. "I feel bad...but I don't pity you." It was too hard to pity him, or maybe it was too easy...

"Just leave me alone, all right." Draco would not look Ron in the eyes, but the red haired boy did not let go of his hands, nor did he get up.

"I don't want to leave you alone." Ron said. In all honesty, he was worried about Draco. What if he was suicidal or something? Ron did not want *that* on his conscience. And in all honesty, he realized he wouldn't like it very much if Draco Malfoy were dead.

Draco finally looked at Ron, eyeing him suspiciously. The Gryffindor gave him a small smile, and began stroking the back of his hand. What could it be like, to have no friends? And for your parents...Ron didn't even want to think about it. Draco looked very much like he wanted to cry. Was he trying to be strong, in front of Ron?"

"You can cry." Ron said, and Draco gave another sharp, barking laugh.

"I haven't cried since I was. I. I rarely laugh either, not a real laugh. Oh I *feel* it, don't go thinking I'm dead inside or anything. It just never gets to the surface. Emotions are for the weak." Draco sneered, and it sounded to Ron as though he were quoting someone. His father? "I was punished for crying. So I just stopped. I don't even think I can anymore." His voice had gone...strange. Almost thoughtful, and quiet. Ron felt a lump in his throat. Bugger, he felt like he was going to cry! Cry? Over Malfoy?

Unthinking, his hand reached up to stroke Draco's cheek, and the Slytherin titled his face into Ron's hand. The skin of his cheek was soft and smooth, and surprisingly warm. Ron had thought that touching Draco would be like touching a corpse.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Draco said, suddenly. "Draco Malfoy, pouring out his heart and soul. I bet you're getting quite a kick out of it."

"Not really." Ron said, his thumb brushing Draco's cheekbone. "Actually I really sort of want to change the subject."

"What would you rather talk about then?" There was no trace of anything really, in Draco's voice. It was devoid of emotion.

"I don't know." Ron shrugged. "I wanted to talk about today but..."

"Yes, well. I did enjoy it." Draco said in that same flat voice. It was unnerving Ron, who let his hand fall away from Draco's cheek. It was weird touching him while he just sat there not moving or doing anything.

"So did I." Ron admitted. Not that he had anything to compare it to, but Draco had been a very good kisser.

"Yes well, I'm good at what I do."

"So you've...done it a lot." Ron said, glossing over the obvious again.

"I suppose." Draco moved his shoulders, another half hearted shrug. "I've had sex a lot, if that's what you're implying."

"Yeah." Ron just nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable. Most of the conversation so far had been uncomfortable on some level.

"There's nothing really special about it." Draco continued. "You're not missing out on anything. It's a lot of sweating and grunting and mess. Sometimes I think it's not worth it."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because I can. It's not hard for me to find lovers, of either sex. And I have a reputation to maintain. And it makes me feel...good about myself, I suppose." Draco reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. "Want one?" he asked, lighting one with his wand and a word.

"No." Ron held up his hand in polite refusal. "Thanks though."

"Oh well. What was I saying? Oh yes. Sex. It gives me a thrill, to take someone. *I'm* in control. *I'm* important. And I make sure they never forget." Draco took a long drag of his cigarette. "It was different with you though." He gestured with the cigarette.

"Oh?" Now Ron's interest was piqued.

"Yes. It was..." Ron could tell Draco was struggling for a word. "Nice." He concluded lamely. Ron felt himself blush.

"Nice?" he repeated.

"Yes. Soft." Draco scrunched up his face, and Ron felt a surge of something, deep in his stomach. "I don't know how else to describe it."

"It's okay." Ron said. "You don't have to explain." There was an awkward silence. Draco finished his cigarette, and put it out.

"Is there anything else?" Draco asked, sighing.

"Just one thing." Ron said, kneeling to press his lips gently against Draco's. He slipped his tongue between Draco's lips, awed at the way it felt to have his tongue in someone elses mouth. he had always thought it would be....well...sort of gross. But it wasn't gross at all. Draco's mouth tasted like smoke and mint, and it was a pleasant combination. Draco returned the kiss with a fervor, and Ron was glad he had asked Draco up here.

Ron wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling him down off of the chair to kneel with him. Draco's hands went to Ron's shoulders, squeezing. It was the same as earlier, but different. Ron moved his hands on Draco's back, outlining the curvature of his spine. Draco's tongue battered against his own, finding every crevice of his mouth. He hoped he was doing it right...

Ron had the feeling Draco wouldn't exactly be taking the lead tonight. But would he let Ron take the lead? Or would that freak him out? The red head wasn't sure, and decided he wanted to find out before going any further. He slid Draco's robes off, it wasn't hard considering they were half way off already. He then grasped the hem of Draco's tank top, pulling it upwards. Draco pulled away, and Ron's heart sank. But Draco only raised his arms to allow Ron to pull off his shirt.

//What are you planning on doing?// Ron asked himself as he pulled Draco close for another kiss. He sucked Draco's lower lip into his mouth, running hos tongue over it. He fluttered his fingers over Draco's bare back, tracing his spine and ribs. Draco's skin was so smooth and soft. Ron had never touched anyone so intimately before, and it was intoxicating. Draco trembled against him, taking his lips away from Ron's and burying his head in his neck. Ron pressed his cheek against the top of Draco's head, He kept caressing his back, and was rewarded with soft sighs from the other boy.

Ron shifted, pulling away for a moment. He smiled into Draco's look of confusion, and pulled off his own sweatshirt. He didn't want any barriers between them. And he wanted Draco to feel...well, that they were on equal footing. He took advantage of this to look at Draco.

He had expected the pale boy to look, well, sort of sickly. But he wasn't. He was in good shape, the muscles of his chest and arms well defined and smooth. His stomach was flat and tight, and it looked as though he put effort into his appearance. He saw that Draco was studying him as well, and flushed with embarrassment. He wasn't nearly as well put together.

Swallowing, Ron pulled Draco close again. He liked the way his skin felt against the other boy's, the way his muscles felt under his questing fingers. He kissed Draco some more, their tongues dancing together between their lips. All of this was a closed book to Ron, and he really didn't know exactly what to do next. He felt Draco's hands on the small of his back, and a pleasant little shiver went up his spine. He pushed himself closer to Draco, and slipped his legs around Draco's, so he was straddling his lover's knees. He tenses a moment as he felt Draco's arousal through their pants. Could Draco feel his?

"Um....what do we do now?" Ron whispered stupidly, moving his lips to kiss Draco's neck.

"You leave before you do something you're going to regret." Draco said, pushing Ron away. The Slytherin boy stood, his eyes downcast.

"Draco..." Ron stood up as well, wondering why Draco wanted him to go now. "I'll regret it if I *don't* stay." Draco *needed* him. No one had ever needed Ron before, not like this. It was clear in every kiss, every caress...

Draco just nodded. He still wasn't looking at Ron, but at the floor, he was shifting his weight from foot to foot almost nervously. It was weird, seeing Draco so...so normal. Ron looked around the room. There was no furniture, and the floor was so cold...his eyes fell on Draco's discarded robes. He picked them up and spread them out on the floor, like a blanket.

"It's the best I can do." Ron said, shrugging. "I don't...I don't know how to do...anything, really." He felt like an idiot, and probably sounded like one too. But he didn't even know how to please a woman, let alone another man.

Draco didn't say anything, he still had that far away expression on his face. Thoughtful and a bit retentive, and almost sad. It bothered Ron. He'd never seen anyone look so hurt before. Except once, a picture in the Daily Prophet of some convict being taken to Azkaban. That was the look on Draco's face. Pained, but resigned. Ron wanted nothing more then to banish that look from Draco's face forever.

"Come here." Ron said, holding out his hand. Draco stared at it for a second, before hesitantly taking it. Ron pulled him close, hugging him tightly. Draco leaned into him, his head resting on Ron's shoulder. He would have felt better if Draco had been crying. That he could deal with, on some level. But this...he just kept stroking Draco's back.

Draco began moving against him, and he felt lips on his shoulder. Ron sighed contently as Draco licked and sucked on his skin, working his shoulder and the side of his neck. He could feel every bit of Draco pressing against him. And it scared him. More because of his own inadequacy and lack of experience then anything else.

Ron took a deep break, and hooked his hands in the waistband of Draco's sweatpants. It was now or never, really. He eased Draco's pants down over his slender hips, gasping as his hands brushed against Draco's bare skin. It seemed the other boy was wearing nothing beneath his pajamas. Ron gulped, and rested his hands lightly on Draco's bare waist.

"Lay down." Ron said quietly, and Draco drew back to do so. Ron couldn't tear his eyes away from the pale boy. Growing up with five brothers and sharing a dorm with four other boys, Ron had certainly seen other guys naked, but never like this. It had never aroused him quite the way seeing Draco's exposed body did. Taking a deep breath, Ron closed his eyes and shucked off his own pajama bottoms and boxers. He felt strange and self conscious, standing there naked. It didn't matter that Draco was naked too.

Opening his eyes, Ron stretched himself out over Draco. He had been honest when he said he didn't know how to do anything. He wasn't even sure how this sort of thing worked. But he supposed he was doing all right, because Draco reached up and wrapped his arms around Ron's back, pulling him down. Ron froze. Their sexes were touching, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was....different. Not that Ron had anything to compare it to, other then when he touched himself.

He looked Draco in the eyes, smiling shyly. Draco was pursing his lips together tightly, his grey eyes dark and his skin flushed. Ron kissed Draco lightly, and reached his hand down between them to lightly stroke Draco's erection. It felt different. But nice. Soft. Ron brushed his fingers along it, and Draco shuddered beneath him. Ron closed his fingers around it, holding it in his hand. He pressed his lips to Draco's as he moved his hand, stroking the other boy's erection.

Most of his nervousness was disappearing as Ron continued to stroke and pet Draco. In a way he thought that this must be easier then being with a woman. He knew what felt good, because he knew what felt good to him. He traced his fingers along Draco's length, and found it felt quite nice to hear Draco moan at his ministrations. He nibbled lightly on Draco's neck as he began stroking him with a steady rhythm. Draco moaned again, and arched himself up into Ron's hand. Obviously, he was enjoying it. Ron increased his rhythm, running his tongue along the sensitive skin of Draco's neck. Suddenly, the smaller boy groaned loudly and shuddered, and Ron felt him climax.

That had been surprising. Ron made a face, and pulled his hand away.

"Here." Draco sid, his voice sounding husky and tired. He was offering Ron a handkerchief. Where had that come from? Well, Ron wasn't going to complain. He cleaned himself up quickly, grinning apologetically to Draco. Now what happened? Draco was finished, but there was a steady, throbbing ache between Ron's legs that could not be ignored.

Draco seemed to be reading his thoughts. He sat up, and titled his head, studying Ron. That blank expression was back on his face, but his eyes were bright, and a little scared. He swallowed, licking his lips. Ron thought he looked beautiful, so unsure, his face flushed and his hair damp with sweat.

"Here." Draco said again, rolling over to lie on his stomach. Ron was taken aback. He couldn't mean what he thought he meant…could he?

"What do you want me to do?" Ron had to ask, not wanting to make a fool of himself.

"What do you think?" Draco snapped, looking over his shoulder.

"But..." Hadn't Draco said earlier he always...well...did this? Did that mean Draco had never.... "Have you...i mean....You've..." He didn't quite no who to phrase it.

"No, Ron, I haven't. I thought we covered this in your little pow-wow earlier."

"Oh." Ron didn't know what to say. Draco wanted *him* to...to... "You mean you want me to..."

"Yes." The word was short, sharp and clipped. "I do."

It was overpowering. How had things come to this? Earlier that day Draco had been beating the shit out of Ron, now he was offering himself up. Ron frowned, unsure of himself. What was he supposed to do? He knew the basics, his brother's had all been more then happy to give him tips on sex. Though it had been mostly sex with women. Only Charlie had mentioned anything about sex with another man 'just in case', he had said. And it hadn't been very informative. "It's just like sex with a woman, but not. There's really only one place to put it." Well, he'd just have to figure things out as he went along.

Lying back down over Draco, Ron just rested himself against his lover's back for a moment. He needed to think. He didn't exactly want to ask for instructions...he could feel his own hardness nestling between Draco's thighs, and suddenly found it very hard to think.

//Just.....be gentle// he told himself. He kissed the back of Draco's neck, and reached down between the two of them. He stroked Draco's thighs and buttocks, his tongue running along Draco's spine. He felt the smaller boy tremble beneath him, and Ron tried to remember the advice his brothers had given him. //Make sure she...*he's* ready.// He had a vague idea of how to do that. Clenching his teeth and hoping he wasn't hurting Draco, he slipped a finger inside of him.

Draco gasped, and tensed. Ron winced, not sure what to do. He kissed Draco's back, resting his head on his shoulder blades.

"You okay?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"I'm fine." Draco tried to snap, but it came out half sigh, half gasp. Ron moved inside of Draco, really not sure what good this was going to do. After a while, he slid another finger in. Draco gasped again, but this time he shifted his hips and didn't tense up as much. Ron took this as a good sign. He pulled his fingers out, and positioned himself for entry.

"Are you ready?" He asked Draco, holding himself up. Draco only nodded, burying his face in his arms. Ron gritted his teeth, pushing himself in slowly. He stopped as soon as he had breeched Draco's entrance, because his lover had let out a loud cry and gone rigid. Maybe he should have used another finger...

"I'm sorry." Ron said, not knowing what to do. This was hurting Draco, and though a small part of him still insisted this was a good thing, most of him did not.

"It's okay." Draco said. "Just...go slow. You're big."

Ron felt himself flush, but waited until Draco had relaxed some before going in any further. He pushed in slowly, pausing each time Draco gasped and tightened his muscles. Ron was no expert, but he figured that tightening things wasn't going to help. Eventually he was all the way inside Draco. He stopped, but not because Draco seemed to be in any pain. Being inside of Draco was the most incredible sensation Ron had ever had. It was....perfect. He never wanted to move, just wanted to stay like that forever.

"Mmmm." Draco mumbled, and Ron let out a soft sigh. He moved slightly, and let out a startled gasp. That felt good, too. He pulled out as slowly as he had gone in, closing his eyes in pleasure as he did so. Draco ahd stopped tensing and crying out, so Ron pushed in faster this time. He reveled in the way Draco felt around him. He continued to lick and kiss Draco's shoulders and neck as he drove himself in and out of Draco, increasing his pace with each stroke. He did not try and hide his pleasure, sighing and moaning loudly. Soon, Draco's own sounds of pleasure joined Ron's.

"Ron...."

It was over in a matter of minutes. Ron felt his climax building soon after he'd begun, and did all he could to hold it back. But when he heard Draco sigh his name, it sent him over the edge. He let out a long, low growl as he came, nearly losing his balance and collapsing on top of Draco. He didn't have words to describe what it was like. He had had orgasms before, but never like that. Never had it been so consuming, so overpower, so intense!

"Weasley....you're crushing me!" Draco mumbled, and Ron pushed himself and rolled away. He lay on his back on the cold floor of the astronomy tower, breathing heavily.

"Sorry." He said, grinning widely. "Wow."

"Mmm." Draco even managed to make an unintelligible mono-syllable sound conceited.

"You okay?" Ron looked over at Draco, who was watching him with his bright grey eyes.

"Mmm." This time it was a sound of affirmation. "I will be."

They lay there staring at each other, not saying anything. Ron felt extremely warm and sated inside. Did Draco feel the same?

"So...what now?" he finally asked. Draco shrugged, an impressive thing since he was lying down with his arms folded under him. He sat up, patting the floor until he found his cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit it.

"Don't know." Draco said, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "Good, was it?"

"It was incredible!"

"Not surprising." Draco closed his eyes, exhaling. "I don't think I have to tell you to keep your mouth shut about this?"

"Like they'd believe me if I told them?" Ron said. He grinned, and pulled on his pants. "Don't worry, I'm not telling anybody about this."

"Well...thanks." Draco said, putting out his cigarette and pulling on his own clothing. "And uh...I mean that for...you know..." He waved his hand vaguely, but Ron understood what he meant.

"Hey, no problem." Ron shrugged, standing before Draco. "I better get back..."

"Yeah." They stood there, awkwardly for a few moments. Ron started down at his feet, feeling like there was a million things he wanted to say, but no words to say them. He swallowed hard before looking up and kissing Draco very lightly.

"Good night." He said, quietly, before turning and leaving the tower.

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