One Night.

“You want me to what?” Asked Ron incredulously, glancing at his best friend.

Harry rubbed his hand across the back of his neck and blushed crimson, before repeating his statement again. “I want you...to err...with me and Draco.”

Ron blinked owlishly at him and stared at him, mouth agape. “You’re serious?”

Harry just nodded. “And Malfoy? He’s alright with this?”

Harry nodded again. “Why me?” Ron asked still staring in disbelief that his best friend was asking him to have a threesome with his boyfriend.

Harry stood up from the couch and paced Ron’s flat, not looking at Ron. Ron thought for someone who just boldly asked him to have sex with himself and Draco Malfoy, he sure was afraid to even look at Ron. Guess some things never change.

“Because – well when I first came out, well I sort of fancied you.”

It suddenly dawned on Ron... ‘The one he’d miss the most.’ “And well, you...well I thought you fancied Hermione.”

Ron snorted. Harry went on. “And so I never asked you, little did I know that you fancied blokes as well.”

“Yeah, figured it out in fourth year when I was jealous of Hermione going to the ball with Krum.”

Harry smiled. “Well? Would you?”

Ron stared at the mug in his hand and set it on his coffee table, “Let me think on it, yeah?”

Harry nodded and Ron stood up. “I’ve to get to work.”

“It’s Saturday?” Harry said staring at him in confusion.

“Mmm – though still got to do my reports for Kingsley.”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, I better get to the pitch before Wood beats me with a Beaters bat again.” Harry said grinning.

Ron walked him to the Floo, before Harry stepped in he glanced back at Ron. “Ron, if you don’t want to, I won’t be mad about it. A bit disappointed. But, we’re still friends, right?”

“Of course, mate.” And with a clap on the back, Ron stepped back and watched as his best friend shouted ‘Godric’s Hollow’ and disappeared in the Emerald Flame.

Ron didn’t have to go to work; he just needed time to think. This has got to be the weirdest thing Harry has ever asked him to do. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily. Might as well go in, those reports wouldn’t finish themselves.

~*~

It has been a week since Harry asked him to join himself and Draco Malfoy in bed. Ron was avoiding him like the plague, he still wasn’t sure if this was something he wanted to do, more importantly he wasn’t so sure this was something Draco Malfoy wanted to do. Didn’t Malfoy hate him?

He was just relaxing in his favorite chair, feet up reading a copy of the Sunday Prophet, when his doorbell rang. He glanced at his door. That’s odd; no one he knows would ring his doorbell. He decided to ignore it, just in case it was some Muggle salesman trying to sell him something. Shouldn’t have decided to live in a Muggle neighborhood he thought to himself. Suddenly the ringing stopped and the banging started.

“Bloody hell.” Ron spat as he threw his paper down and stomped toward the door, yanking it open he was rewarded with a smack on his chest, he winced and glared at Draco Malfoy.

“It’s about time, Weasley.” Malfoy said brushing past Ron and going straight to Ron’s chair.

Ron closed the door and eyed the blond as he pulled his cloak off and then proceeded to take Ron’s place. “Malfoy, to what do I owe the displeasure.”

Malfoy arched a brow, “Aren’t we witty?” He said sneering lightly.

Ron rolled his eyes and walked toward him. “Tea?”

“Lovely.”

“So, how have you been doing, Weasley?” Draco asked as he stared at Ron’s flat, a look of disgust etched across his face. Probably thinking how plain, everything was.

“Malfoy, I didn’t know you cared.” Ron said walking back with two mugs of tea, handing one to Draco who arched a brow at him and grimaced at the mug that read ‘Worlds Sexiest Auror’.

“Plebeian.” Draco said rolling his eyes.

“What?” Ron said sitting on the couch.

“Plebeian; it means you’re a commoner.” Draco said haughtily.

“I know what plebeian means, you ponce. I was merely commenting on to why you would call me that.”

“Well one with a decent upbringing would not serve a cup of tea in a –”Malfoy glanced at the mug, “‘Worlds Sexiest Auror’ mug, I mean honestly, a mug, Weasley.”

It was Ron’s turn to roll his eyes, “I’m sorry, Malfoy – but we can’t all inherit hundred year old China handed down to us by generations of Death Eaters.” Ron said smirking as Malfoy’s lip twitched. “Now as I was saying to what do I owe the displeasure of your company?”

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed at the redhead as Ron smirked into his cup, enjoying teasing his old school rival “Can’t a friend visit another friend on a beautiful Sunday morning.” Malfoy said trying to be cordial, but failing miserably at it as Ron snorted into his cup almost spitting out his tea.

“Yes, friends can. So, what are you doing here?”

Malfoy sighed heavily placing his cup on the coffee table and then pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, eyes closed. “Let’s get right to it then, what is your answer.”

“I was the one asking the question, shouldn’t you answer.”

“Weasley.” Draco said gritting his teeth.

Ron just chuckled; he missed this bantering between him and Malfoy. “Alright, I give; Harry sent you over here didn’t he?”

“No, Harry is actually in Ireland for a game, so I took it upon myself to come here. He thinks we should give you more time and you’ll decide when you’re ready.”

Ron stood up grabbing both their empty mugs. Malfoy followed him with his eyes, “So, again why are you here?”

Malfoy made a grumbling noise and stood up to follow Ron. “I unlike Harry,” it was always weird hearing Malfoy calling Harry, ‘Harry’. “Lack patience.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you patience is a virtue?” Ron said turning around as Malfoy stood in front of him, practically pining him to the counter.

Malfoy looked feral and smirked. “I assure you if anyone ever did, I’d have them strung up in the dungeon.”

Ron moved out of the way and walked back toward the sitting room. “Look, Malfoy.” Ron said running his hand through his hair. “Why do you want to do this?”

Malfoy sauntered to Ron, who was sitting in his chair and gently sat in his lap. Ron arched a brow at him. “Who wouldn’t want to, Weasley?”

“I’m not asking who in particular, I’m asking why you would?” Ron said as he stood up plucking Malfoy off his lap and heaving him to the couch setting him down as Malfoy turned a slight shade of pink and looked up at Ron with a glazed look in his eyes.

Ron tilted his head in confusion. This was new. Malfoy smoothed his robes down as Ron went to sit back down. “It’s something Harry likes to do.”

“Harry?” Ron was sure that it was Malfoy who wanted this.

“Yes, Harry Potter your best friend.”

“And go on.”

“Well, it’s what he wants.”

“Do you always do what Harry wants?”

“It’s what lovers do, Weasley. Of course you wouldn’t know anything about that now would you?” Malfoy said angrily.

“Malfoy, just because you’re suddenly in my life because of Harry, don’t presume to know me.” Ron said glaring at him.

Malfoy arched a brow, “So, you’ve had a lover before?”

“That’s none of your business. Back to you, does Harry do this thing all the time?”

Malfoy shrugged and Ron noticed he looked extremely uncomfortable, “Sometimes.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Like I said, Weasley you do stuff for your lover.”

“Does, Harry do things for you?”

“Weasley, shouldn’t you do something about this hovel.” Malfoy said standing and looking around, “it’s so barren, I could call mother’s decorator, I’m sure she could spice this place up...it’s really a – ” but whatever he was going to say was halted as Ron was suddenly pressed up behind Malfoy, his arms suddenly trapping him. Ron brushed his chin against Malfoy’s cheek; he smiled listening to Malfoy’s breathing get heavier.

“What if I want something first?” Ron asked whispering low into Malfoy’s ear. He smirked watching Malfoy’s head drop against his shoulder and his eyes were closed, mouth slightly open as if waiting for Ron to kiss him. Ron leaned down lightly and licked a stripe across Malfoy’s top lip and Malfoy shuddered.

“What do you want?”

Ron moved away from him and Malfoy almost toppled back, Ron snickered lightly. As he went to sit back down. “That was uncalled for, Weasley.” Malfoy said with a threatening glare.

Ron shrugged. “Make me want it, Malfoy.”

“What?”

Ron ran a hand down his torso and smirked watching Malfoy’s eyes follow the trail of his hands, he cupped his crotch and squeezed lightly. “He’s not interested, make him want it.” He said moving his hands.

Long day and I’m ready, I’m
Waiting for your call, cos I’ve
Made up my mind...

Malfoy swallowed with great difficulty and walked slowly to Ron, until he was standing right in front of him, right between his knees and began removing his clothes. Ron leaned back resting his head against one hand his other hand resting on his thigh.

“Who was your lover?” Malfoy asked shedding his shirt and dropping it to the ground.

Ron didn’t answer he leaned forward and ran his tongue up from Malfoy’s navel to his chest pulling the blond down to straddle his lap as he latched onto a nipple. Malfoy yanked his head back and stared into Ron’s blue eyes. He swallowed heavily; he never noticed how blue Weasley’s eyes were. That deep haunting blue, like when you go out into the ocean and the deeper you go, the more blue it becomes, until it’s practically black. His heart was beating a tattoo in his chest, he wondered if Weasley could hear it.

Ron growled and stood up pulling Malfoy’s lithe body against his own, Malfoy instinctively wrapped his legs around Ron’s waist as Ron carried him to his bedroom. Malfoy was still looking down at Weasley, for some reason he was scared. Not of Weasley hurting him, scared that maybe he really wanted this more than Harry did. Weasley dropped him on the bed and he sat at the edge as Weasley remained standing. He continued to look at him. “Weasley.”

My heart aches with a hunger
And the want that you were mine,
No, I cannot deny...

Weasley placed his forefinger on Draco's mouth and he opened up as he suckled Weasley's finger. “Call me, Ron...Draco.” He said huskily.

His name. His name that he’s heard thousands of times, but never has his name sounded so sultry, it sent shivers to his groin. As he released Ron's finger, Ron pushed him back as Draco eased up on his elbows to watch. Ron trailed his finger down his torso, going toward Draco’s waist as he pulled his belt off and away. “I’ve only had one lover, Draco.” He said unbuttoning his trousers.

Draco smiled. For some reason, the thought of being Ron’s second lover made him happy.

Ron leaned down and began smelling Draco’s neck, he shivered feeling Ron’s bare chest against his own. “He loved to smell me.” Ron said in a lower register, making every hair on Draco’s body stand on end. He listened as Ron took deep breaths along his neck, “especially after Quidditch practice, the moment I came through the door, he’d be right in front of me, sniffing me like crazy.” Ron trailed his nose to the other side of Draco’s neck and took a generous whiff.

“It was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.” Draco smiled down at him as Ron sensed this he looked up and leaned up to sniff at Draco’s hair line. Placing a small kiss there. “Said that you could tell anything about a person by smell.” Ron trailed soft kisses along Draco’s face, never kissing his mouth and Draco found himself whimpering for just one kiss from Ron’s supple mouth.

So for One Night, is it
Alright, that I give you
My heart, my love, my heart...

Ron reached down and took Draco’s hands in his and then pulled them up to lay down up above his head, fanning his arms out as he used his nose sniffing at Draco’s chest, then trailing his nose to Draco’s armpits, sniffing at the soft blond hair. “Said you could tell where they’ve been.” He took another deep breath, “who they’ve been with.” Ron licked his pit and then using his nose again went to the other side and did the same. “You could see a person’s whole being, by their smell.”

Draco didn’t realize that he was breathing so erratic until Ron started making soft cooing noises, whispering to him. “Shh...It’s alright...just breathe.” He said before leaning in and kissing him softly and Draco moaned in appreciation. He clutched Ron’s back as he pressed up closer. He was right. Ron had the softest lips. “Please.” Draco whispered.

Ron nuzzled his nose against Draco’s and then kissed him once more before going down his body, kissing and mouthing spots along Draco’s torso, dipping his tongue inside his navel all the while he was pulling Draco’s trousers down. “I used to think he was absolutely nutters.” Ron said tugging Draco’s silk boxers down and freeing his erection as it bobbed up and tapped Ron’s chin leaving a spot of precum, Draco watched as Ron’s tongue darted out and licked it away, he moaned at the sight as Ron smiled.

Ron took a deep breath rustling the wiry hairs that decorated Draco’s groin, taking deep cleansing breaths. “You smell like the sun.” Ron said softly as he used his chin to rub the underside of Draco’s shaft, “like white chocolate...do you taste like it as well?” Ron said brow arched as he licked a stripe along his shaft to Draco’s leaking head, suckling lightly as he snaked his tongue into the slit making Draco arch up. Ron sucked Draco inside his mouth, swirling his tongue all around him and then pulled back up, running his teeth lightly over his sensitive skin, making Draco tremble. Then released him with a soft ‘pop’. 

“You don’t taste like chocolate.” Then he suckled his tip once again, smacking his lips, he did this a few more times, as if trying to decipher the taste, but mostly he was doing it to make Draco tremble. Ron swirled his tongue around the head once more before smiling. “It’s bitter sweet, thick, heavy against your tongue, though I can’t place the flavor, I might have to taste you a couple more times.”Draco moaned louder. “But not yet.” He smelled Draco once more before moving down again. Draco’s completely lost now, to every sensation Ron is creating, writhing with pleasure as the red head tortures him.

Ron nibbles Draco’s scrotum, stretching the skin lightly, making Draco arch up gasping as Ron places a palm on his stomach to soothe him. “You smell so good, Draco.” And he says Draco’s name again and smiles when a stream of cum oozes out splayed against Draco’s hip. “You like when I say your name don’t you, Draco.” And Draco moans. “I like it too.”

Just for One Night, my body
My soul, just for One Night...

Ron leans up to lick away the sticky mess as he trails his nose down along Draco’s perineum, all the while sniffing away. “Ron,” Draco whispers.

“Mmm.” Ron says still taking deep breaths as his nose is slightly buried in Draco’s cleft.

“Please – can we?”

Ron’s heart constricts for a moment. Draco’s actually here, Draco’s actually asking Ron to...to make love to him. Ron stands up on the bed after taking another deep breath, and licking Draco’s puckered opening. He deftly takes his trousers off and Draco smiles. Ron’s wearing no underwear. Draco likes that. Draco stares up at him and kneels on the bed, helping Ron out of those pesky trousers. Ron reaches down and tucks a strand of hair behind Draco’s ear. Draco stops for a moment. His chest is heaving lightly. He may not remember how they got there in twenty years or how Ron made every part of his body come alive. But he knew he would remember that one moment, that one tender moment. He felt so beautiful in that moment. Ron stepped out of his trousers as Draco threw them down to the floor. Draco ran his nose along Ron’s inner thigh. Taking deep breaths. Nosing his way up higher, breathing in the tangy scent that was Ron. He could smell Ron’s arousal, could smell the sex in the air. It was amazing. “You smell like the wood in the fire when it’s burning, like saffron, with a hint of mint, you smell like summer.”

Ron smiled down at him as Draco licked his balls. Kneading Ron’s arse. Draco could stay here on his knees, worshiping this red headed god for hours on end. Ron pulled Draco’s head back to stare into his eyes and then slowly kneeled down, straddling Draco and pushing him to lie on his back. Kissing him softly, letting their tongues play, letting Draco’s tongue enter his mouth before sucking it.

My love, my love, for One
Night, One Night, One Night...

As Ron kissed him thoroughly, Draco felt his hand shift and then heard a drawer being opened. Ron kissed him once more on the nose before pulling back and resting on his heels. He smiled so lazily at Draco. Draco felt like he could cry, no one’s ever made him feel like this before. He had been dating Harry now for five months and he’s never felt like this. He felt like if they were in a room full of people that Ron could hear him calling as Draco called out to him, even though Draco hadn’t said a word. It didn’t make sense, but it’s the way he felt.

Ron eased his legs up and rested a pillow under Draco’s hips. He dipped his hand into the lubricant. Draco could smell almonds. It was heavenly. He watched Ron coat himself first, and his heart was hammering now. It felt like at any moment it was going to burst through his chest. Ron was coating his shaft generously, sliding up, circling down, up, circling down. He looked up and Ron was looking at him, Ron smiled as Draco blushed, his eyes lowering lightly. “You’re beautiful when you blush, Draco.”

Ron coated a finger and brought it to Draco’s opening and lightly circled him. Making Draco’s legs, that were bent over Ron’s thighs, move up automatically, his mouth dropping slightly. All the while Ron wouldn’t stop looking at him. Draco decided that he didn’t want Ron to ever stop.

As his finger breached him, Draco moaned. Ron smiled. Ron wiggled his finger from side to side, moving in and out. Going deeper, until Draco felt his knuckles touching him, he could feel Ron searching for that spot inside you that made you see stars...Draco arched up and gasped. Jackpot.

“Please.” He whimpered.

“Not yet.” Ron said softly as he leaned in to kiss Draco.

Draco pouted when Ron’s finger left him, but sighed in bliss when two more entered him, after awhile a third joined and Ron fucked him like this for a while, letting Draco ride his fingers, until Draco was practically pleading for Ron to fuck him. Ron leaned over him and looked down at him, caressing his face, wiping Draco’s brow. Kissing his forehead. “Ron, please – please fuck me.” Draco said arching his head back exposing his throat to Ron.

Ron kissed the hollow of his throat. “Shh...It’s alright. Draco...Draco.” He said again. Draco eased down and looked straight into his eyes. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

Draco looked at him wide eyed and started to stutter lightly, “No – Ron – please. I’ll – please – anything you want.”

“Shh...I won’t fuck you...I will however.” Ron said easing himself through the tight ring of muscle, the head of his cock breaching Draco. “Make love to you.”

Draco closed his eyes as Ron leaned in to kiss him. Filling Draco to the hilt. He began a slow pace, his stomach grazing Draco’s perineum and balls on every thrust; it was causing every piece of flesh on Draco to break out into goose bumps. All the while Ron rested their foreheads together, staring into Draco’s eyes, making sure that Draco wouldn’t close his eyes. Once in awhile he would kiss him, but Ron never closed his eyes. Draco wrapped his legs around Ron as Ron leaned back resting his hands on Draco’s shoulders, looking at him, Draco felt like Ron was piercing through his soul. He felt ashamed suddenly, like Ron wouldn’t like what he saw. He thought of all the years that he was a great evil bastard to him, never caring about the shit he would say to Ron and he felt so ashamed. He didn’t deserve Ron to make love to him. 

“Ron – just fuck me.” Draco panted. He couldn’t let Ron make love to him. He didn’t earn that right.

“Look at me, Draco.” Ron said massaging his shoulders, while still giving him the slow, excruciating, sensuous, thrusts.

“Please.” Draco whimpered.

Ron slowly eased out and then thrust slowly in, circling his hips and then stilled. “Look at me, Draco. Please.”

Draco was so scared to open his eyes. He was afraid he’d see a look of disgust in Ron’s eyes. But when he did, he saw...hope.

“I’m sorry, Ron.” Draco whispered. Reaching up to touch Ron’s cheek, “for – for everything.”

Ron smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “Don’t be – we were kids – besides, you made my life more interesting.” Ron said smirking, he pulled out a little and thrust back in brushing Draco’s prostate and Draco arched up. “Now – don’t take your eyes off of me.”

“Never.” Draco said as he stretched up to kiss Ron again.

He leaned back and kept their gazes locked. Ron placed his hands on either side of Draco as Draco held onto his forearms. As Ron went back to his slow steady pace. It was amazing, it was heaven, it was euphoria. How could Draco never have done this with Ron before?

Ron was beginning to sweat and Draco leaned up as Ron smiled leaning down so Draco could kiss him, it was as if he knew this is what Draco wanted. Draco never kissed with his eyes open before, he liked it. He liked watching the emotions playing in Ron’s eyes. He saw how much Ron wanted him; he hoped Ron could see how much Draco wanted this. Ron started to move faster, Draco could feel Ron’s balls slapping against his arse, could hear the noses surrounding him, it was bringing him closer to his climax. He kept looking at Ron. When he felt it, “Ron – I’m going to come.” He said gasping.

Ron leaned in closer, going faster, his belly rubbing against Draco’s cock, trapping it between them, causing sweet friction. Ron went faster, as Draco kept kissing him. Draco popped his back, and came. His come coating both their bellies. Ron arched back, feeling Draco constrict all around him, he thrust deep two more times before filling him with his seed. Draco was panting like he had run a marathon. Ron kept thrusting in a shallow motion, before thrusting once more to the hilt and just staying inside of Draco. Then leaning down he kissed Draco once more. Draco just smiled. Running his nose along Ron’s. He’s never had a silent lover during sex. He found it erotic, that Ron didn’t moan. Didn’t shout as if they were in some porno movie and was showing off for the camera. When Ron came, he arched back and his mouth dropped in a perfect ‘O’ and he gasped. The only thing he said was a soft ‘Draco’.

He lay against Draco’s side, pulling slowly out of him. And after a moment Draco smiled as Ron began to smell him. “So – who was this mystery man?” Draco said running his fingers through Ron’s sweaty locks.

“Didn’t figure it out did you?” Ron said smirking.

“I was actually not listening after the first time you smelt me.”

Ron shook his head and then kissed him, then smelled his neck again. “He smelled like fire and smoke, smelled like ink hitting new parchment.” Ron said wistfully. “He liked to fuck hard, but liked me to fuck him slow.”

Draco felt a pang of jealously seeping through him, wanted to hex this man who had got to be with Ron first. “Did you love him?”

Ron sat up grabbing his wand from the night stand, he spelled the sheets and them clean. Before lying on his side to stare at the blond. “I did, in my own way. But I was in love with someone else.”

When morning awakes me
Well I know I’ll be alone
And I feel I’ll be fine...

“Harry.” Draco said in a mere whisper.

Ron just smiled. “Have you guessed yet?”

Draco shook his head. “It’s alright, I don’t need to know. It’s getting late. I have to go.”

Ron nodded and watched the blond dress. As he walked Draco to the door, he kept silent. “What should I tell Harry?” Draco asked looking down at his feet.

Ron lifted his head up, cupping his face. He leaned in and kissed him softly. “I’ll think about it alright?”

Draco nodded. “It was Snape.” Ron said before Draco walked out of the flat.

Draco turned almost tripping. “What?”

“He was my only lover. He died in my arms.”

“It was you?”

Ron smiled. There were rumors going all through Hogwarts their seventh year. Professor Snape was acting different toward all his students, acting a bit more civil. Still being a right bastard, but not his usual insults and disparaging remarks. They all figured he was getting some finally. Though no one knew who it was.

“It was a secret. Severus did it to save my life, if Voldemort found out that the lover of one of his faithful servants was best friends with the 'Chosen One', well you know what would've happened. He knew I wasn’t in love with him, but he wasn’t in love with me as well, the man he had loved died a long time ago. We were a form of comfort to each other. He died in my arms during the battle, hit with a curse meant for Harry. I was supposed to run after Harry and face Voldemort with him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want Severus to die alone.”

“I’m sorry, Ron.”

“It’s alright, Draco.”

“Well – thank you for tonight.”

Ron reached out and caressed Draco’s cheek. “No. Thank you.”

Don’t you worry about me
I’m not empty on my own
For inside I’m alive...

“Goodnight, Ron.”

“Goodnight, Draco.” With one last smile Ron closed the door.

~*~

Harry was sitting down on their couch; his knee shaking up and down it was making Draco insane. “Stop it.” Draco said putting his hand on his knee.

“I can’t help but be nervous. He said he’s made a decision. Aren’t you nervous?” Harry asked Draco as he stood up and began to pace.

“No. But you’re making me nervous, so just relax.”

It has been a week since Ron and Draco had – had, what the hell could Draco call it, had intercourse...no that’s too formal and Draco would never say intercourse. It wasn’t fucking, far from it. Since they were together, yeah together. That works.

Ron had fire called them and said that he was finally ready. Draco hadn’t told Harry about that night, he didn’t know if he wanted to. A part of him wanted to keep it for himself, wanted that memory to stay hidden. But a part of him felt bad for lying to Harry. Bugger. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

“He’s here.” Harry said when their doorbell rang.

Draco nodded and felt his palms begin to sweat. This is it, Ron will decide if he wants them.

“Ron, how are you mate?” he heard Harry ask.

“Good.”

“Come in, Draco’s in the sitting room.”

He stood up, and then sat back down. His stomach was in knots. What the fuck, it’s not like you’re meeting the Queen for fuck’s sake, it’s just Weasley. No, it’s Ron.

That for One Night, it was
So right, that I gave you
My heart, my love, my heart
Just for One Night...

Ron walked through the door and Draco stood, he wanted to run into Ron’s arms. He shook his head clear. It’s not like that Draco. Ron wants Harry. He’s always wanted Harry, said he was in love with him.

“Hey, Draco.” Ron said and Draco’s heart stopped for a moment. Draco. He called me Draco.

“Hello...Ron.” He said timidly.

“Sit down – would you like something to drink – I’ve got some killer Firewhiskey.” Harry said about to get back up.

“No – I’m not staying.” Ron said taking a seat.

My body, my soul, just for
One Night, my love, I loved
For One Night...

Draco looked down at his hands as they rested on his knees. Harry sighed heavily and sat beside him. “It’s a no then?”

“It’s not my thing, mate.”

“It wasn’t Draco’s either, he was nervous the first few times, but he’s a pro now.” Harry said smiling lightly, and Ron noticed that Draco had that same embarrassed look the one from that night in Ron's flat, when Ron asked him about their little trysts with other men.

“It doesn’t bother you then?” Ron asked Harry.

“What?”

“That other blokes touch him.”

Harry laughed. “No – we have an open relationship.”

Ron saw Draco turn to look at Harry, confusion written on his face. “We do?” the blond asked.

For One Night, One Night,
One Night...

“You know what I mean, sweetheart.” Harry said touching his hand.

“No, actually I don’t.” Draco said brows furrowed.

“Draco, not right now. Look, Ron – is this about you and Draco. He’s changed now, Ron.”

“I know.” Ron said softly, Draco turned to look at him. Ron was on his feet and then knelt in front of Draco. “I know he’s changed, Harry.” And he tucked a loose strand of hair behind Draco’s ear and Draco smiled. “See, if it was me – I would never want another person to touch him, to even fucking look at him – I could never share you, Draco.”

“Ron?” Harry said looking at them, hands clasped.

“If you were mine, you would be just for me, Draco, only for me.”

“Ron!” Harry said loudly.

Ron reached out and kissed Draco softly.

For One Night, it was so right
That I gave you, My heart, my love
My heart, just for One Night...

“You deserve so much more. If you want more, then you know where to find me.”

“Get out.” Harry said standing, glaring daggers at his ex-best friend.

Draco watched Ron get to his feet. “He deserves better than you, Harry.” Ron said staring right into Harry’s eyes.

“Get out.” Harry said pointing his wand at Ron.

Ron turned around and was almost out the door when he turned to look at Draco, “By the way – it was you that I was in love with Draco, and I’m still in love with you. And I could never have a threesome with you and Harry, because it makes me ill just thinking of Harry touching you. And I couldn’t share that with you, Harry. I can’t share Draco with you.”

“Ron, so help me god, get out of my house before I kill you.”

Ron nodded once to Draco and left without another word.

~*~

Ron sighed heavily. Placing his feet on the coffee table, he pulled out his copy of the Sunday Prophet. It was a nice day; at least until the door bell rang with the added bonus of someone pounding on the blasted door as well.

“Bloody hell.” He spat throwing his paper down. “What!” he yelled yanking his door open.

“I’m sorry, sir – I didn’t mean to bang hard it’s just that --.” The woman sputtered.

Suddenly she was pushed in as Ron stepped to the side. “Don’t mind him, Charlotte; he doesn’t like to be bothered when he’s reading his Sunday paper.” Drawled Draco as he walked through the threshold.

“Draco?” Ron said smiling. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Draco looked down and blushed, until Ron placed a finger under his chin and raised his head. “Don’t you mean displeasure, Ron?” he said wrapping his hands around Ron’s neck.

“No. Pleasure is the right word.” Ron said cupping his face about to snog the hell out of him.

“Excuse me.” Said the small woman. Both Ron and Draco turned to look at her, both of them mid snog, both of their mouths slightly open, she blushed lightly feeling out of sorts for interrupting such an intimate moment.

My body, my soul, just for One
Night, My love, my love...

“Oh – start with the living room.” Draco said waving her off. “I’m partial to earth tones.” Ron arched a brow. “You can’t expect me to live here and not decorate it to my liking.” Draco said smiling sheepishly.

“Whatever you want, love.” Ron said leaning in for his kiss.

“Damn, right...love.” Draco said smiling brightly as he kissed his red head.

This was right. This is what he deserved.

For One Night, we loved,
One Night, One Night, One Night...

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"One Night": by The Coors.