Ron/Draco Drabble #2

It was past midnight in the Forbidden Forest. Ron, Draco and some Hufflepuffs had detention. Hagrid had told Ron off for letting Malfoy goad him into duelling. As a further punishment, Ron had been paired with Draco for the detention.
“No fightin’.” Roared Hagrid as he stomped off with the three terrified looking Hufflepuffs. As soon as they had disappeared from view, Malfoy pushed Ron hard against a tree. His hands slid underneath Ron’s robe, and his mouth pressed on to Ron’s.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” said Ron thickly.
“You love it.” Replied Draco, as Ron pulled him closer.

Sad Ron Drabble #2

Ron was standing throwing pebbles angrily into the lake, his schoolbag and jumper thrown aside. A bright sun shone overhead, warming the surface of the lake. The giant squid lazily waved a tentacle at him, and he snorted disapprovingly. Harry was with having a picnic with Ginny somewhere, Hermione was in the library writing a letter to Krum… and he was alone. Ron remembered a night last week, Harry had made him stay awake so they could sneak out into the grounds. They had lain here, under the invisibility cloak, kissing until the sun began to seep into the sky.

Daydream Drabble #1

“Mr Weasley!” shouted McGonagall sharply. Ron lifted his head up from where he’d been resting on the desk, “And kindly wipe that silly grin from your face.” The classroom sniggered as Ron hastily removed the goofy smile that was plastered all over his sleepy face. A memory from last night drifted into his imagination; Harry’s messy fringe tickling his face as they kissed, and he started to smile again. Professor McGonagall squinted down her nose at Ron and tutted – but Ron wasn’t sitting there, he was sitting naked and cross-legged on Harry’s bed, as Harry kissed slowly down his spine.

Sad Ron Drabble #1

He sat, dejected and lonely in an empty classroom on the third floor. He’d said goodbye to Harry earlier in the Great Hall, but he’d been with Ginny so had just waved at Ron. A small tear blurred as his stomach lurched at how bad that made him feel, one insignificant wave of a hand.
Ron remembered what that hand had been doing to him last night, and how it had ended up cupping his shoulder as the pair slept soundly in an old attic, wrapped in a blanket and each other. The tear made its way down his cheek.

Ron/Draco Drabble #1

Ron twirled his fingers in the smooth blonde hair, as Draco’s head moved gently up and down. He tickled the tiny, pink ears and drew lines over the pale eyebrows and down the flushed cheeks; all the while gasping slightly as Malfoy urgently took his breath away.
It was risky, being that they were in a deserted secret passage, it was one Harry had shown Ron last term; there was a chance he could walk in any minute. Ron let his mind wander over Harry yet again, and wished it were him kneeling on the stone floor, and not Draco.