It would be interesting if you expanded this into a long story in which Ron lives one life while asleep and another while awake. And, to his dismay, he is starting to treat Malfoy in the real world nicely.

It was a casual touch. Something he'd done dozens of times in his strange, thrice-cursed dreams. He didn't even realize what he'd done until he felt Malfoy freeze.

Ron was going to jerk away, but he was tired and Malfoy's hair was messy and oh hell, his fingers closed around Malfoy's wrist. "I'll stir," he murmured.

Malfoy pulled his hand free and Ron suppressed a smirk. For once he was the one in control. When Malfoy remained silent, Ron chanced a look sideways. Malfoy was preparing the next ingredient for their potion, the tops of his cheeks tinged pink.

Interesting, Ron thought, and he decided to push the matter. "Cannons or Harpies?"

"What?"

"Cannons or Harpies."

"Neither, of course."

Ron smiled. "But if you had to choose?"

"Harpies, naturally. Why are we talking, Weasley?"

"Of course you're Harpies."

Within ten minutes they were arguing, but Malfoy had yet to pull out an insult, so Ron was, weirdly, enjoying himself. Not only for the conversation (and it was fun to talk Quidditch with someone else who'd grown up with it), but for how off-balance he knew his friendliness was making Malfoy.

After class, Harry and Hermione dragged Ron to a quiet corner and demanded answers. Ron shrugged. "I grew up? He was being nice."

"Nice?" Hermione repeated.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"He grew up?"

"Right."

Ron shrugged again, already planning how he could screw with Malfoy's mind again. And maybe make his dreams come true, not that he really wanted them to be, but if the real Malfoy kissed anything like the dream Malfoy, well, Ron had to admit, he wouldn't mind as much anymore.

::snort:: poor Ron lol well done

Poor thing.. Face it, Weasel.

He had such a wet dream! XD I like it.