Secrets

Draco tried to go through the motions of class but the prior night was playing on his senses. He had two classes today with Weasley and every time he thought of him all he saw was the dripping wet naked form in the shower. How was he going to get through the Transfiguration and Potions?



He entered class and took a seat right away, avoiding all eye contact and listening to asinine chatter from Blaise and Pansy. He could tell Ron was sitting in a chair not too far away. He noticed the group of Gryffindors entering and kept his gaze downward.



Through Transfiguration Draco focused on his work, keeping his eyes facing forward. He could practically feel the gaze of Weasley’s in the back of his neck. It was making him nervous to be honest with himself. The look on Ron’s face when he looked at him in the shower was something else. He just stood there letting someone ogle him. What made it so unbelievable was that he was letting Draco ogle him.



He made it to the end of the class without meeting Weasley’s eyes. He only had to make it through the rest of the day. Then what? What was he going to do when they had classes again? They still had to finish out the year and he was going to have to face it sooner or later. He was sexual attracted to Ron fucking Weasley and he had no idea what to do about it.



He went through Arithmancy with a feeling of dread. Potions was next and they would be brewing today. He would have to make sure he kept his eyes off of Weasley. What if he started staring at him and someone saw?



He took his seat right away and tried to focus on his notes and book. Before Snape came in he looked around and watched as Pansy and Blaise took out their own books and notes. He couldn’t restrain himself and glanced around the room. In the next table Weasley was seated with Potter and Granger. He was seated at the far side of the table where he had a full view of him.



This was just great. He was going to have to go through the whole class with Weasley in his sight. The look he was giving him now was making Draco nervous. He remembered the shower and he was making sure Draco knew he was thinking about it.



Professor Snape came in and listed instructions for them, then began grading papers. The students began their work and Draco was glad for something to concentrate on. He focused on the correct brewing steps and when it came time for the potion to simmer he went to the supply shelves to get the next ingredient.



He found the jar he needed and reached up to get it. Just as he gripped the jar he noticed a hand next to his and the smell of cologne behind him. It was a woodsy scent, rather than the cool musk Draco used, but it was nice. As he pulled the jar down, Ron reached for his own jar. Their thumbs brushed when Ron gave him the slightest rub, Draco felt lighting strike his body. Ron’s skin was warm and smooth.



He took his jar and hurried back to his cauldron. Why on earth had that happened? Was that touch deliberate? It had to have been, Weasley could have waited until he moved to reach for what he needed.



“Draco, can I use your knife, mine isn’t sharp enough.” Pansy reached out and touched his arm as she spoke. Draco waited a moment for some kind of reaction but nothing came. Contact with Pansy did nothing.



“Sure.” He handed his knife over and continued. He raised his eyes over the cauldron and saw Weasley looking at him. His eyes sank into Draco’s and his lips lifted in a slight smile. Draco almost missed the quick wink.



Was Weasley flirting with him? He dropped his eyes to his cauldron and kept stirring. He hurried through the rest of the class with his downcast. What was he doing? Was he honestly flustered because of a wink? Was he blushing? He leaned over the cauldron right into the rising steam. If he was blushing he could blame it on the heat.







That night Draco had rounds. He never really did much when it came to his evening duties. He usually just told anyone he caught to hurry back to their house, and if he caught them again, then they would be penalized.



He walked without any aim along halls and corridors checking niches and empty classrooms. He moved to a dark corner and checked behind a set of statues. When he turned around he came face to face with Ron Weasley.



Ron was looking at him with a strong glare. Not evil or vindictive but filled with something else. Draco felt his heart racing. When Ron took a step forward into the shadow with him Draco thought the thundering in his chest would begin echoing in the hall.



Ron reached out a hand slowly. Draco normally would have stopped him, or backed up, but he was frozen where he was. Ron took another step closer, coming within a hairs distance from him. He lifted a hand to Draco’s cheek, cupping the skin in his palm. His face was hot and flushed as Ron brushed a thumb along his lips parting them just a little.



When Ron’s own lips opened slightly Draco thought he might kiss him, but he didn’t. Ron pulled away just as slowly as he had approached him, and back away. He hurried off down the corridor leaving Draco alone.



It was some time before Draco was able to calm down and leave the safety of the shadows. His heart hadn’t slowed down at all. Did he really want Weasley to kiss him? What if Weasley had started to kiss him? What would he have done? Why in the hell did he have a massive erection? He went back to his dorm without checking anything along the way.