Just for Now
Summary: This is just a story about Ron and Draco in a relationship and what everyone else thinks. RonDraco slash. Don't like, don't read.
I let out an irritated sigh and looked around. I had never been in this part of the castle before, and I couldn't find where I was because Dumbledore had asked to borrow the Marauder's Map.
Biting my lip in frustration, I turned around and tried to retrace my footsteps. I would have to forget the kitchens and just go back to bed.
Then, I stopped. I heard two voices coming from a deserted classroom from my right. Making sure the invisibility cloak covered my whole body, I leaned in closer.
"You don't have to worry, love. Everything will turn out alright."
I rolled my eyes when I recognized that voice. It was just Malfoy was standing in that classroom, probably talking to pug-faced Parkinson.
"How can you possibly say that? Your father's a Death Eater, and my Dad's in the Order. It isn't humanly possible for this to work out."
That's when my jaw dropped. That was Ron's voice. What the bloody hell was Ron doing talking to a slimy git like Malfoy?
"Calm down. You're not a human, anyway. You're a great wizard."
This was definitely not the Malfoy I knew. The Malfoy I knew never missed the chance to tease Ron about his lack of concentration in classes. This was a joke. This just had to be a joke.
"Draco, stop making me feel better."
Great. How many Draco Malfoy's could there be in this school?
"I was complimenting you, not trying to make you feel better. If I was to, however, do so, then…"
His voice was drowned out by a loud moan coming from Ron. I felt my face heat up. Now they were probably snogging or something like that, and I didn't want to hear anything. Suddenly, the path to Gryffindor tower became clear, and I hurried to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
As I lay on my bed, next to Ron's empty one, I thought. Ronald Weasley, proud and stubborn member of Gryffindor House, was dating the Slytherin ferret. How could he do such a thing, shagging his enemy behind my back?
But Malfoy did seem to care about him. He didn't sound like he did in public. He was nice to Ron.
I growled. There was that stupid voice inside his head again. How could…
The door creaked open, and I saw a blurry mass of red hair. At first, I thought of confronting Ron, demanding an explanation of what had just happened, but than I stopped. What was I going to say, if I confronted him? Hello, are you by any chance snogging Draco Malfoy behind my back? It sounded quite stupid.
Sighing, I decided that, for now, I would keep quiet. Just for now.