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in my room - a dron fic

In My Room | E | 21k

Draco fell in love with Ron when he was eighteen. It was never supposed to happen, but it did.

Tags: EWE, Hogwarts eighth-year, roommates, music, enemies to friends to lovers, ambiguous/open ending, loneliness, depression, grief/mourning, self-harm, hurt/comfort, angst, insomnia, classism, parent death, implied suicide, unhealthy coping mechanisms, wizarding chess, long-haired Ron, Draco in glasses, hints of Drarry, pet names, the Burrow, competent Ron, UST, unresolved emotional tension, emotional immaturity, growing attraction, jealousy, jealous Harry, not everyone is good all of the time, liberal use of the nickname Blondie, literal sleeping together, drinking, drug use, kissing, first kiss, first time, secret relationship, bad communication, dirty talk, praise kink, blow jobs, hand jobs, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, frottage, facials, anal fingering, loss of virginity, anal sex, rimming references, name-calling

Draco pulls his covers up to his chin and shivers. He closes his eyes. He can hear Weasley shuffling about in the room, moving things around. The music starts again with that same muted popping noise and a very soft crackle. ‘While I’m far away from you, my baby, I know it’s hard for you, my baby—’ “What even are they, anyway?” Draco asks. “Muggle records.” Draco opens his eyes and turns his head against the pillow. Weasley is back in bed, on his back in his corduroy trousers and old jumper, staring at the ceiling. His hair is fanned out messily against the pillow. “Can’t believe I’m sleeping next to you,” Weasley mutters. ‘—each night before you to bed, my baby—’ “Likewise,” Draco whispers.

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