Freckles

Warning: Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Pairing: Ron/Harry.

Word Count: 261 (only actual Drabble)

One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

Freckles

Gulping, Ron eyed Harry, who was neck deep in a sea of books for the book report the two of them had put off until the last moment, from the corner of his eye. His eyes darted down to the other male's lips as a small, wet, pink tongue slid out to wet full lips before darting back.

Wincing, Ron shifted in his seat to try and hide his sudden, and very obvious, arousal.

Turning away, Ron inwardly sighed, absently fingering one of the many pale orange freckles that littered his face the way stars do the sky.

He'd been crushing on his best friend since he could remember, although he had been able to hide it so that not even Hermione knew of his crush, which he was grateful for. There was no way Harry would ever want to be with him: he was poor, lanky, painfully shy when it came to things like romance and had way to many freckles--

Something soft and warm brushing against his cheek and Ron turns around to see a grinning Harry, who bent down once again to brush a kiss to his cheek again.

"Well, I'm, finished. Wanna go snog in the dorms?"

Ron blinks once, twice, three times before he was lead away from the library by a grinning Harry.

In the corner of the room, Hermione shook her head with an amused smile.

"Kept it from me? Yeah, right. Although, maybe I should tell him of that habit of his: thinking aloud when he's nervous."

Hermione mused aloud before smiling secretively.