Drarry Oneshots 2

the gay disasters that are harry and draco (the sequel we deserved)

Prompt by CuteLittleMousie, who gave me three tumblr prompts and I decided to combine them into one gigantic mess of a oneshot

The images of the prompts will be below

"Sharing rooms with Slytherins is a blood fucking nightmare," Ron sighs heavily, laying dramatically on the couch. "I need alcohol."

Harry only grins. "Zabini had another boy over?"

"I was locked out for four fucking hours! Four fucking hours, Harry! Who can even have sex for that long?" Ron closes his eyes and sighs heavily again for dramatic effect. "I need my sleep."

"We weren't having sex."

Ron sits up lightning-fast, turning to face Blaise, who is leaning against the wall by the stairs up to the boys' dorms.

"Then what the bloody fuck were you doing?"

"I was convincing him not to kill himself," Blaise replies flatly.

Ron's mouth opens and closes several times before he finally says "oh" in a tiny voice Harry has never heard before.

Blaise raises one eyebrow.

"Um. I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"No, I'm sorry." Blaise pushes off of the wall and drops onto the couch next to Ron. "I should have taken you into consideration. There are other places we could have gone, and sometimes I forget that I'm not in the Slytherin dorms and have my own room."

Ron cracks a smile, breaking the tense air. "You guys are fucking lucky, we had to share, I hate you."

Blaise grins, throwing an arm around Ron's shoulders. "No, you don't."

Ron elbows him. "What about the other boys?" 

"Sometimes sex, sometimes mini-therapy." Ron rolls his eyes at Blaise's answer, but Harry notices he doesn't move the arm around his shoulders.

"What about you?" Blaise turns to Harry. "How are you and Draco faring? I imagine sharing a dorm isn't easy for the two of you, either."

Harry only shrugs, lowering his head to hide his blush. "We're getting along pretty well, actually. A few times we slip up and argue, but most of the time we're good."

Both boys stare intently at Harry as the tips of his ears turn red, but thankfully neither of them say anything about it.

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Harry's head is spinning as he rushes to the Eighth Year Common Room. He wasn't supposed to hear Draco say it, but now it's ringing through his head and he needs an outsider's confirmation to make sure he isn't crazy.

"Ron," he says breathlessly, bursting into the room.

Ron pulls away from Blaise, eyes wide. "Jesus fuck, Harry, what?"

"What the fuck?" Harry stands, stunned, momentarily distracted from his purpose.

Blaise grins widely, kissing Ron lightly on the cheek. "I'll let you two talk." He jogs up the stairs.

"We're together," Ron says with a grin.

"Ron, that's great, I'm really happy for you." Harry's head is spinning, because is everyone gay now? Is he?

Ron has a sort of glow, that of someone in a new, exciting relationship, and it takes him a few more seconds to speak.

"Sorry, fuck, what did you need?"