The Firewhisky In The Punch

A/N: Once again...my sister. One of those weird conversations we have. Enjoy :)

Quote: It just...comes up and slides right in without me knowing.

Story: It Just...

Harry sighed as Ron sat in the chair opposite him at the kitchen table and he wondered how exactly he would make Ron understand about his relationship with Draco. He was sure they had passed the dating stage, but he knew even Draco was unsure where they were in terms of their relationship. So how exactly was he supposed to tell Ron?

"At least tell me you top him, Harry," Ron whined.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Would it make that much of a difference?"

"I just don't understand," Ron said. "You were straight just last year. If you top him, maybe it's just about getting your rocks off, yeah?"

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache creeping up. He sighed happily when he fet someone massaging his shoulders. He looked up sharply since he remembered he had told Draco to remain in his room and almost chuckled at the look on Ron's face.

"So it would be easier for you to accept if we're just fucking and only if Harry tops?" Draco asked.

Ron turned a bright red. "Something like that."

"Hmm." Draco moved to get a cup of coffee. "Well, if that's your attitude, I'll put this as gently as possible."

"Draco, quiet," Harry hissed. "I'll handle this."

Draco shrugged.

"Ron, I'm not sure what happened, but Draco makes me happy," Harry said. He ignored Draco's snort.

"What do you mean?" Ron said. "That pounce makes you happy? Happier than whats-her-name? Jennifer?"

"I haven't seen Jennifer in two years," Harry said. "I haven't dated a girl since her. I've been dating Draco for the last year and a half."

Ron stood up so fast his chair went backwards. "I thought you were dating Melissa from the Potions Department last year!"

"She covered for Draco and me," Harry said. "Well, she did until we decided that we didn't need a cover and came out."

"Well, apparently you didn't," Ron grumbled. "I had no idea."

"That's because you don't read the paper, Weasley," Draco chipped in.

"The office gossip--"

"Died out rather quickly," Harry said. "Apparently, once we told Melissa that we didn't need her for cover, she spread the word. She was upset because she wanted the fame of dating the famous Harry Potter and once we didn't need her, the fame went away."

Ron was spluttering. "I told them that it couldn't be true."

Draco sighed. "Look, it doesn't really matter. We assumed you knew and that's why you caught us in our birthday suits this morning."

"But you at least top, right, Harry?" Ron pleaded.

Harry sighed. Draco slung an arm around his lover's shoulder. "No, not at all."

"Then it's just about the sex, right?" Ron was clearly reaching.

"What part about us do you not get, Weasley?" Draco asked.

"Harry?!"

Harry sighed and looked at Draco who rolled his eyes. "If you must know, the sex is a big part of it. After all, it just...comes up and slides right in without me knowing."

Ron fainted.

"Well, that could've gone better," Harry sighed.

"Who cares? I've got something that has yet to be put down," Draco said.

Harry shook his head. "Of all the blokes I fall for, it has to be the one who has no sense of humor."

"So do I get to slide in into your arse, Mr. Potter?"

Harry smirked. "Slide away, Mr. Malfoy."