Harry/Ron Drabble #2

Harry walked past the wall for the third time, thinking hard. His efforts were rewarded when an ornate door materialised in the stone wall; he turned the heavy handle and went inside, checking behind him that the corridor was empty. When he turned away from the door the splendour of the room took his breath away. There was a large four-poster bed in the middle, with deep purple sheets. Harry imagined Ron's pale leg sticking out from under them, and how much he would like to rip those sheets off, and see Ron lying there in nothing but a smile.

Harry/Ron Drabble #1

In the darkness of Hagrid’s hut, Ron pulled open Harry’s robes.
“Come on, Harry, you said you’d let me.”
“I dunno, what if it goes wrong?”
“It won’t, I’ve been practising.” There was a noise outside and they froze.
“What if someone comes in?” asked Harry.
“They all know Hagrid’s away, that’s why Grubbly-Plank is taking Care of Magical Creatures. No-one will come in, stop worrying.”
“Okay, but not too much, incase it won’t go back to normal.”
“You wish.” laughed Ron.
“Okay, let’s do it.” said Harry, and opened his robes.
“Engorgio!” said Ron, waving his wand at Harry.

Daydream Drabble #2

Seamus lazily dipped another soldier into his runny boiled egg, his gaze fixed on a point far away on the other side of the Great Hall. He felt melancholy, but he didn’t know why. Umbridge was nowhere to be seen, Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch Cup, and yet when he thought of that victory, that’s when this strange feeling struck him.
When the Gryffindor team had emerged from the changing rooms, he’d been the first one to run and hug Ron. Pulled him close and felt Ron’s ear against his cheek, red with happiness…
Seamus smiled softly to himself.

Ron/Draco Drabble #3

Ron waited sullenly outside the Great Hall, he hated himself for doing this to Harry – but he hadn’t seen him in days, he was too busy mooning around with Ginny to notice Ron any more.
Draco Malfoy strode out, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind him. Goyle aimed a kick at Ron’s shin as they walked past, but Malfoy snarled,
“Leave him, Goyle. That runt’s not worth it.” Crabbe and Goyle giggled obediently, but Malfoy winked at Ron.
Later that evening, naked and breathless in each other’s arms, Ron asked Malfoy,
“Why are you such a git?”
“Because I like it.”