((This isn’t the first time I’ve written Draco teasing a bloke by practically fellating his food, and I doubt it’ll be the last.))
“Ron? Ronald! Hello there! Are you alright?”
The ginger in question had ignored his best friends’ attempts to get his attention for the past several minutes, his eyes glassy and dazed and fixed on a point far beyond their heads. But now that Hermione had all but crawled across the table to wave her hand in his face, he’d snapped out of it, looking between her and Harry as if he’d completely forgotten they were even there.
They could see him fidget in his seat, biceps flexing as if he was smoothing his hands across his lap under the table. Then, with another furtive glance across the Hall, he suddenly said in an anxious rush, “I-I have to use the loo. See you in class,” and he was off, speeding for the exit with his bookbag held protectively over his crotch.
Frowning, they both turned around, sights landing upon a particular blonde Slytherin who was watching Ron’s retreating back, absentmindedly twirling a banana between his puckered lips. Gray eyes shifting away from the door once again, he caught the pair of Gryffindors staring and, without missing a beat, bit off a large piece of his fruit and sent a self-satisfied wink their way.
“Ron? Ronald! Hello there! Are you alright?”
The ginger in question had ignored his best friends’ attempts to get his attention for the past several minutes, his eyes glassy and dazed and fixed on a point far beyond their heads. But now that Hermione had all but crawled across the table to wave her hand in his face, he’d snapped out of it, looking between her and Harry as if he’d completely forgotten they were even there.
They could see him fidget in his seat, biceps flexing as if he was smoothing his hands across his lap under the table. Then, with another furtive glance across the Hall, he suddenly said in an anxious rush, “I-I have to use the loo. See you in class,” and he was off, speeding for the exit with his bookbag held protectively over his crotch.
Frowning, they both turned around, sights landing upon a particular blonde Slytherin who was watching Ron’s retreating back, absentmindedly twirling a banana between his puckered lips. Gray eyes shifting away from the door once again, he caught the pair of Gryffindors staring and, without missing a beat, bit off a large piece of his fruit and sent a self-satisfied wink their way.