Ron’s a Keeper. So is Draco. (The author hopes the phrase ‘that one’s a keeper’, ie somebody you should keep as your romantic partner, is an international one.)Warnings:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for the storm
prompt at rondracodrabble
The storm made Quidditch impossible. After an hour in the pub, the Cannons’ Keeper and the Arrowheads’ Seeker disappeared.
Draco giggled into Ron’s shirt as they stumbled up the stairs. Ron creased up at the feel of Draco’s breath against his neck.
Draco opened the door and they fell in together. Draco pushed Ron to the floor, his grey eyes alight. “Gotcha! I’m good at catching shiny things, all for me.”
“You are,” Ron said and flipped Draco onto his back, straddling him. He smiled down at Draco’s disgruntled face. “But I’m good at keeping them. All for me.” ~*~
He stroked the back of his fingers over the curve of Draco’s cheek. Draco flinched from the touch, staring up at him in irritable confusion.
“What d’you – ”
“Exclusivity. I want this particular pretty, shiny thing to be really just for me.”
Draco eyed him suspiciously, even as his breathing sped up: Ron was unbuttoning Draco’s shirt. “Only exclusivity? Not going public or holding hands or declaring true love?”
Ron smiled. “Seekers might rush around, trying to get the shiny thing as fast as they can… but I’m willing to take my time.”
Shiny things like wedding bands would come later.