The Dreams

The Dreams

Ron Weasley

Draco leaned his head against the window. It was ice cold. Him and Harry? Not to sound childish, but ew! He could never see the two of them as a couple. Frankly, he couldn't see himself as a couple with anyone. All these dreams, they just put him with everyone. They only gave him more doubts about romance. That romance in general really was just only a dream...

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The Second Dream

"Believe me Malfoy, I hate having detention with you as much as you do," Ron said as he scrubbed the floors of the dungeons.

"Sure you do Weasley. I suppose you must be used to this sort of thing though, I mean since you have to actually do this yourself at home," Draco replied.

"Stuff it smart-ass," Ron growled. There was silence for a while until,

"Weasley you're hot." Ron slipped on the wet dungeon floor.

"WHAT?"

"What? You are sweating like a hog over there and I can feel the heat from your way down here. What is wrong with that?" Draco asked innocently. "What did you think I was say-oh. God Weasley, don't flatter yourself." He laughed smugly.

Draco moved in front of Ron to get himself another rag. Ron could hear him breathing. Draco was about to go back to where he was, but he stopped, about an inch from Ron's face. He turned to face him. Ron had never seen him like this before. He seemed so venerable and so...

Not the Malfoy that he knew.

He expected Malfoy to make some snide comment now, but he didn't. So he did instead.

"Malfoy if you are going to-" Ron started.

"Weasley, just shut up." Draco leaned in and kissed him. Ron made some kind of "Mmmm" sound and Draco dropped his rag.

A minute later, the two boys heard a door open. They each pulled away immediately.

Professor Snape stood in the doorway.

"Your...your detention is over," he stumbled over his words. "A-and I see you two were making out well," Snape immediately stopped. He corrected himself, "I mean you were cleaning to floor well and I-" Snape uncomfortably ran his hand through his greasy, black hair. Draco stared hard in the direction away from Snape.

"And Mr. Malfoy?" Draco looked up. Snape continued, "If you ever need to talk, I am, uh, here." Draco gave an uneasy smile. Ron stifled a laugh.

"Alright Professor," Draco said and bit his lip. Snape left the room, more in a hurry than usual. Draco leaned up against the wall and Ron fidgeted with his fingers.

"Well, that was interesting," Ron said.

"Yes it was," Draco agreed.

"So, are we," Ron cleared his throat. "Talk about what just happened?" Draco looked up at Ron.

"Maybe some other time Weasley. You heard Snape, our detentions are over, so I'm getting out of here." Draco pushed himself off the wall and left the dungeons. Ron stood there, watching where Draco had once stood. He shook his head.

"This is stupid," he muttered to himself. "He is just Malfoy. This is just so damn stupid."

"Yeah it is." Ron looked up. Draco was standing in the doorway, leaning to one side.

"How long have you been there?"

Draco shrugged, "Long enough. So Weasley, you think this is stupid."

Ron didn't reply. Draco began to walk towards him.

"You think this is 'just so damn stupid'. Tell me how could this," He paused directly in front of Ron. There were a few moments until Draco leaned in and kissed him. This kiss was forceful, but soft in a way. Draco pulled away almost immediately and finished what he was saying. "Be so stupid?"

"I-I don't know," Ron said truthfully. Draco smirked.

"Because Weasley, it isn't." He looked at Ron once more and then left the dungeons.

"See you Weasley," he called behind him.

"See you Malfoy," Ron replied, grinning broadly. "See you."