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10 • Fanfic • Harry Potter • Ron/Draco 
4th-Apr-2012 11:07 pm
fandom • aquaman
Title: Firsts
Author: awry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1058
Summary: Ron relives his firsts … or something like that. Haha.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Notes: Beta’d by hull1984 and winnett ... Prompt: Firsts for goficyourself

People have many firsts in their lives. Their first words, first injury, first steps, their first day at Hogwarts, first job, first Quidditch game and their first pet. I could go on forever but you get the point. Not all firsts are memorable, while some can never be forgotten. For me it was my first love.

Don’t get me wrong even though my first love is my most memorable, I remember many firsts, more than one would imagine. For instance there’s the first time I had met Draco. All the first years stood in a small room off of the Great Hall when Draco stepped forward and introduced himself to Harry. I couldn’t help but think of what a smug git he was, automatically assuming that Harry would want to be his friend. I mean seriously, who in their right mind would want to be friends with him?

But that’s not the point of this; you really didn’t come here to question me about that, now did you? No you just want to know about my first love, and honestly I don’t blame you. I know what you're thinking and no, it's not her. No, my first love was not Hermione. As much as it would please me to say that it was, and at the time it would have pleased me even more for me to have been in love with a female period, but alas my heart belonged to another.

Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, I like blokes. I'm a flaming homosexual and I'm proud of it. If that bothers you then just stop reading now. I remember the first time I told anyone that I was gay. I told Harry but then again I told Harry everything. He didn’t say anything for the longest time and I was afraid that he was freaked out by me and that I would eventually lose my friend.

Then all of a sudden he got this big, goofy grin on his face; he slapped me on the shoulder and told me it was about time. Confused? So was I. Turns out Hermione told him ages ago, before I had even figured it out. I started to get all huffy about it but Harry just laughed and said he was taking me out for drinks to celebrate. He firecalled Neville, Dean and Seamus and told them to meet us at a bar. A gay bar. It was the first time I got pissed, I mean really pissed. Most of that night is still a bit fuzzy to me and I only really know what Harry and Seamus tell me. I still don’t believe the bit out table dancing and I especially do not believe that I took my shirt off.

I did it again; I’m straying from the real point of this. Forgive me. My first love was a bloke; a loud, obnoxious, ferrety bastard of a bloke. Why do I describe him as such, you ask? Because that's exactly what he is. He can be a right bastard most of the time but I still love him and, for the life of me I can't figure out why.

It took me quite some time to come to terms with my sexuality and an even longer time to come to terms with being in love with Draco Malfoy. It wasn't something I'd ever planned on happening. I never planned on him switching sides or working with him during the war, then later as Aurors. It came as a shock to me to learn that he could actually be decent, when he wanted to but mostly when he wanted something.

I remember our first date; at the time I didn’t see it for what it was. I just considered us two friends going out for dinner. I soon found out how wrong I was. Draco arrived at my flat at a quarter to seven. He took one look at me and forced me to change. Literally, forced me to change. He grabbed my hand and dragged me into my room; picked out the nicest set of robes I owned and then left the room. I looked from my jeans and t-shirt to the robes lying on the bed and shook my head. That should have been the first clue that this wasn’t a normal get together with friends. Oh how clueless I was. Then he took me to this really nice, expensive Italian restaurant, in Italy.

It really upset me. I couldn’t help but wonder why he kept insisting on throwing his money in my face. I know he’s rich; I’m not that thick. I know that I’ll never be and I’m okay with that. Okay I am now. I wasn’t always okay with it; in fact if this had occurred years ago I would have hexed him as soon as we arrived. Instead I swallowed my anger, ate my dinner and tried to enjoy the evening. We port-keyed back to London were Draco promptly walked me back to my flat. I opened my mouth to say something, honestly I can’t even remember what I was going to say, when he placed his finger on my lips and made a shushing sound. He leaned forward; he did have to stand on his tiptoes, kissed me gently on the lips and whispered goodnight. He smiled at me and I watched him walk away. I think I stood at the door to the building for over an hour before I finally moved. Draco was only trying to impress me.

I never planned on falling in love with him. Honestly, like most of you, I imagined myself marrying Hermione. I planned on getting a house near the burrow and raising a load of redheaded, bushy haired kids. Draco Malfoy was something I never imagined. It was shocking to me the day when I realized that I was not only comfortable being around him but starting to like him. Naturally you can imagine how I felt when I realized that I loved him.

My thirtieth birthday is next week and if there is one thing I've learned in the last fifteen years it's that things never go as we planned. Draco and I have shared many firsts in our time together and I look forward to all the ones yet to come.
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