Ready for Love.

I am Ready For Love, why

Are you hiding from me, I’d

Quickly give my freedom to

Be held in your captivity...

Is he actually ready for all of this?  For all the responsibility this brings.  Of course he was.  He’s already had sex and that in itself was a huge responsibility for a seventeen-year-old to take on.  

He had faced the Dark Lord taken his mark and didn’t even bat a lash, but thinking of doing this is making him tremble.  How can he even think about loving someone, when he didn’t even know the real meaning of it.  Of course he could give you the so called ‘clinical’ term for the word.  

Love: An intense feeling of deep affection.  A deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone.

Oh, bollocks.  He snatched the cap off and ran his fingers through his hair, gripping it lightly making it stand up on end.   That just described everything he was feeling for the bane of his existence, the thorn in his side, the...the...the light in his dark life...damn him.  

I am Ready For Love, all

Of the joy and the pain, and

All the time that it takes, just

To stay in your good grace...

Of course you’re ready for this, Malfoy.  He chided himself, so what your parents weren’t so affectionate toward you, shouldn’t you learn from their mistakes?  Shouldn’t you choose to go a different path?  He scratched his left forearm unconsciously, his Mark still burned sometimes.  That’s just what he was going to do, he was going to do this, and he was ready.  Now he just had to convince Him, smoothing down his blond locks he headed back to the castle.

Lately I’ve been thinking

Maybe you’re not ready

For me, baby you think I

Need to learn maturity...

He walked through the doors and stomped his feet before trudging in the light slush that was attached to his boots, before Filch who was standing by the door, throttled him.  Not like it would hurt, just that being embarrassed by the squib was not on his to-do list right now.

Just then he saw him.  Walking down the stairs, smiling so brightly, his fiery red hair gleaming in the sunlight as it shone through the stained glass, he was listening as Potter was gesticulating wildly with his hands.  The mud- err, Granger was on his left as she smiled brightly at him.  Batting her eyelashes, as if trying to lure him into some kind of trance to fall head over heels for her.

“He’s never really cared for fish, Granger.” Draco said to himself.

“What?” said Filch staring at him.

“I said morning, Mr. Filch.” Draco said lightly as Filch arched his brow unconvinced the Slytherin was trying to be cordial to him.

He followed behind them, just to watch him.  This boy, no this young man held everything in his hands right now.  All Draco ever wanted was him, nothing more.  He wondered if Weasley knew that sometimes Draco was always cold when he wasn’t around, that it really was true, he was the fire to melt the ice.  He wanted Ron to know everything about him, wanted him to know all about his life, he wanted Ron to know that he was the one Draco ran to when he was scared or when he felt alone or even when he just needed someone to listen to him complaining about everything and nothing at all.

They say watch what

You ask for, for you

Might receive, but if

You ask me tomorrow

I’ll say the same thing...

And Draco wanted to be that for him as well, wanted to know his innermost thoughts, his hearts desire, wanted to know what he wanted to be once this war was over.  Wanted to know what he wanted to do in the future or actually he wanted to know if his future included Draco.

I am Ready For Love, would

You please lend me your ear,

I promise I won’t complain

I just need you to acknowledge

I am here...

They sat down and Weasley was immediately greeted by his house mates, he growled low when he saw Longbottom touch his shoulder, little shit, doesn’t he know that Weasley was strictly off limits.  Weasley smiled at Longbottom and then went back to his conversation, he watched as it seemed the whole table was enraptured by what he was saying, smiling and laughing in all the right places.  Saw how that made Weasley beam, how his eyes sparkled as his friends listened intently to every word.  He found himself smiling as well.

“Draco?” He froze hearing Parkinson’s voice.

“What?” He said curtly.

“You’re smiling.”

“So.”

“It’s scaring me.”

“Sod off.” He said and she gasped and went toward the Slytherin table, he rolled his eyes, how many times did he have to tell her to ‘sod off’ before she finally did.  Stupid bint.

If you give me half a chance

I’ll prove this to you, I will

be patient, kind, faithful and

True, to a man who loves music

A man who loves art, respects

The spirit world and thinks

With his heart...

Draco wanted to hear what Weasley was saying, so he gracefully walked through the crowded hall, as if he was a snake slithering through the rows.  It was really a sight to see; only Draco could actually pull this off.  

“I can’t believe you told Snape off like that, Ron.” Said Granger her eyes narrowing.

“Yeah, Ron you were lucky all he gave you was a week’s worth of detention.” Said his sister.

“Just what were you doing down in the dungeons at three in the morning, anyway?” asked Potter.

I am Ready For Love, if

You take me in your hands

I will learn what you teach

And do the best that I can...

He sat at the Hufflepuff table his back to them, but could hear them clearly, he heard a gasp and looked side ways at a trembling first year and he hissed at him and the midget went diving under the table with a squeak to pop out on the opposite side, trying to get away from the menacing looking blond.

“That’s none of your business, Harry.” Said Ron mid-chew.

“A secret rendevous.” Teased Thomas.

“Is that what it was?” Granger said shrilly, “you could’ve gotten into serious trouble, what if they took your prefect badge away.”

“They won’t – besides I never said I was doing anything like that, I was just out for a walk, nothing more.”

Draco had finally made up his mind, he got up and walked toward the Gryffindor table and stood behind Weasley.  “You really shouldn’t tell lies, Ronald.” He drawled and added the trademark Malfoy smirk.

Ron turned his head and looked up at him and went a bit wide eyed.

“What the hell do you want, Malfoy?” spat Potter.

“Nothing to concern yourself over, Potter.  I just wanted to know if Ron wanted to join me for a walk.”

Weasley grinned, that kind of grin that sent a chill up Draco’s spine, the kind of grin that reached his eyes as well as his mouth, he nodded then stood up as they stood eye to eye, “I’d love to, Draco.”

“I love you too.” Draco said, before kissing him softly.

I am Ready For Love, here

With an offering of; my

Voice, my eyes, my soul

My mind, tell me what is

Enough to prove I am

Ready For Love...

After they pulled back, both of them slightly panting, Ron smirked.  “Didn’t say I love you – said I’d love to.”

Draco pouted and Ron smiled nuzzling his nose against Draco’s, then lacing their fingers together, not caring about the looks on his friends faces he led the pouting Slytherin out the door.  “Now – let’s go back to your room and after we’ve shagged for at least an hour.  Then maybe...I’ll tell you just how much I love you.”

Draco smiled softly and squeezed Ron’s hand firmer as he leaned his head against Ron's shoulder, “Only if you’re ready.”

I am ready...

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"Ready For Love": by India Irie.