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You've Always Been Mine	By : Mamacita Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 7415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bugger, We’ve Lost Them!

Hogwarts, Great Hall
17 Nov 1991

Ron met Draco’s gaze down the Slytherin table and raised his eyebrows very slightly. Draco returned a barely perceptible nod. Then the two of them continued their conversations at opposite ends of the table.

Fred and George, observing this exchange, looked at each other and sly grins spread across their faces.

When Dumbledore dismissed the students after lunch, Draco slipped out of the Great Hall. Ron, almost comically nonchalant, followed a few moments later.

Fred and George trailed a short distance behind Ron, trying not to lose him in the crowd of students. Their quarry walked faster as the crowd thinned, and the twins ducked and dodged behind statues and into open doorways to avoid being seen.

In a disused corridor on the third floor—quite near the room that currently housed a contraband giant three-headed dog named Fluffy that belonged to Hagrid, had they but known it—Ron suddenly seemed to disappear. The twins rounded a corner into a dead-end corridor, but there was no sign of Ron. Three doors opened off the corridor, one on either side and one at the end, and all were closed.

Fred looked at George. “Well, how d’you like that—we lost him!”

“Don’t see how we could have,” George reasoned. “We were on him all the way up to that last turn.” He eyed the closed doors, rubbing his chin in speculation. “I reckon he’s got to be in one of these rooms.” He cocked a glance at Fred.

Together they advanced on the nearest door, the one on the right hand side. They listened for a moment, but even if someone had screamed on the other side it was doubtful they would have been able to hear it through the heavy timbers. George reached for the latch.

“Quietly, now,” Fred cautioned as his twin lifted the iron handle. The door swung inward on silent hinges; whatever his shortcomings might have been, Filch was nothing if not thorough in his approach to building maintenance. Weak sunlight slanted through the windows, but the room was empty.

The twins moved to the door on the left side of the corridor. Fred tried the latch, but it was locked. This seemed promising. He drew his wand and pointed it at the door, whispering, “Alohomora!” Nothing happened. He looked at George and shrugged.

“I doubt Ron knows how to put anything more complicated on it than that,” he said.

“Not likely,” George agreed. As one, they turned to the door at the very end of the corridor. It was smaller than the other two doors. Oddly, it was one that not even the twins, in all their illicit explorations of the castle, could remember ever opening before.

No sound came from behind the door. The twins looked at each other and grinned. “This has to be it,” Fred whispered.

“Must be,” George agreed. “On three, then?”

Fred nodded. “One—two—three!” They wrenched open the door and jumped into the doorway with cries of “Aha!” and “Gotcha!”

Draco, his back against one wall of the tiny room, shrieked and a startled Ron yelled, “Bloody hell!” One of his hands cupped the side of Draco’s face and the other rested on Draco’s shoulder. It was clear that they had been interrupted just as they were about to kiss.

“Why, look, Fred,” said George in an annoyingly avuncular tone. “It’s Ronnie-kins and his ickle friend.”

“Yes,” Fred said. “And what do you suppose they’re up to, here in this—” he glanced about the space, hardly bigger than a broom closet and containing nothing but a small wooden bench— “closet?”

“Something they ought not be up to.” George managed to sound distinctly self-righteous.

“Aye, it’s mischief, or my name’s not Weasley,” Fred agreed.

Ron scowled. “Bugger off, you two. No one asked you.”

George’s eyebrows crawled higher on his forehead. “Oh, my. Such language from Mrs. Weasley’s little boy.”

“Mum would be ever so upset—”

“—if she knew what her little boy—”

“—was up to,” Fred finished, fixing Ron with a sorrowful gaze.

Draco’s eyes bounced from one twin to the other as he listened to their twinspeak. He wasn’t quite sure what to think. He knew the twins’ reputation for practical jokes, and he had no desire to be on the receiving end of their peculiar brand of humor. He tried to make himself as unnoticeable as possible, but as there was really nowhere he could go, he was spectacularly unsuccessful.

Ron tried reasoning with them. “I don’t go around bursting in on you when you’re snog—er—busy,” he quickly amended.

“Snogging, is it?” George asked helpfully. “Here in a closet? With young Master Malfoy? And you want us to go off and leave you to it, do you?” He adopted a thoughtful pose, tapping one finger against his lips. “I don’t know. It goes against the grain, it really does.”

Draco, deciding the twins were annoying but harmless, spoke up. “What’s it to you, anyway? Haven’t you got anything better to do than follow us around?” He looked at them slyly. “What would Alicia and Angelina say if they knew you enjoyed watching other blokes kiss?”

Fred smirked. “Ooo, it has claws,” he said admiringly.

George said, “What do you think, Fred—should we leave the lovebirds alone?”

“Mum did say we were to look after our little brother,” Fred reminded him.

Ron rolled his eyes and shoved them back out into the corridor. “That’s it. Get out! Go find someone else to harass.” He pulled the door shut with an emphatic bang.

“He kicked us out,” George said mournfully.

“Gave us the bum’s rush, he did,” Fred said indignantly. “He can’t be allowed to get away with that.”

The two of them walked back to Gryffindor, discussing this new and fascinating facet of “ickle Ronnie-kins’” life they had uncovered and, more importantly, the matter of who they should share it with first.
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