Disclaimer: For some reason, I highly doubt our beloved Jo would pair Ron with Draco.


Ron would make a good woman, Draco mused lazily on the plush sofa.

Growing up with so many siblings and so little money, he had learned quite a few tasks that many chauvinistic men (like himself at times) would consider women's work.

Ron could wash dishes, cook well, could hide almost all feelings of resentment and jealousy at standing in another's shadow--which he had done in Hogwarts for seven years, always supporting (save for a few nasty spats) his friends and accepting that he would never be clever like Hermione or a hero like Harry. Even now, as their schooling ended, he stood in their shadow, and the shadows of every one of his siblings before him. Even now, he was in the shadow of Draco himself.

If somebody had told him he would end up with a Weasely when he'd been in Hogwarts, he'd have laughed and hexed the person for daring to suggest such a preposterous idea, and then laughed some more.

But there had been something in Ron which must have attracted him, or he'd have left long ago. People, so predictable, bored Draco easily. Ron was a rare exception.

Their first kiss had been passionate, angry, and unexpected, in a dank, empty dungeon. Draco couldn't remember now, but he must've said something particularly cutting to make Ron lose all control of his emotions. Not that it was the most difficult thing to do.

The freckled boy's lips had been soft and pliable as a whore's and he had been very willing and warm, and Draco was always the cool one.

They were possibly the strangest couple he had ever known, the slender blonde thought. After all, who had, for many, many years, constantly jabbed at the redhead's poverty and his family and his father's position? Who had jeered at everything Ron believed in? There was a fine line between love and hate, it was said. Draco had truly hated Ron, and Ron had returned this with a equal loathing.

Yet in a way it was not surprising at all, since not even Harry could get the usually controlled Slytherin to behave so rashly as he had that day in the empty potions dungeon.

They were like fire and ice, but the gangly boy in the shabby robes had somehow managed to..."melt the ice around his heart" wasn't the word (it was much too cliché, anyway), because he was still cruel at times and stuck-up and unfair. There was no magical change in attitude save for the quiet almost-warmth in Draco's eyes when he thought nobody was looking. More like lighting a secret fire behind the walls of an icy heart, he thought, because that made more sense. After all, Draco had never seen it coming until the last second, never realized that somehow, Ron had managed to creep into his heart without really meaning to. And anyway, it was less cliché.

This was all very confusing.

A loud pop noise could be heard in the Room of Requirement as Ron stumbled, looking around furtively, for their weekly rendezvous.

Ah well, Draco thought as he got up from the comfortable sofa, he liked it this way and refused to worry himself thinking about it.

And at one in the morning, glancing at the sleeping Gryffindor in his arms, he couldn't suppress the tiny grin across his lips.


A/N: Hmm…This amused me. I enjoy writing Ron/Anybody couplings, because I think he needs more love!A lot of us can relate to him, I guess…I do believeRon and Draco are straight, but it's all in good fun, right?Anyway, I enjoyed writing it, but the ending seemed a bit unsatisfactory for me.I was not going to write a lemon, as that would've ruined the whole effect of the thing…not to mention, I'm not sure I have it in me to write one. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed it, though I'm fairly sure my writing sucks. So confirm it or change my mind.