by Kenovay
"What's up?" Ron's voice said softly in his ear.
"Wedding cake men, Ron."
"Harry's idea."
"I guessed as much."
There was a snort from behind him. "Not Snape's style, eh?" Ron rested his pointy chin on Draco's shoulder. Draco shifted slightly, but allowed the intrusion.
"Severus� yes, not really his style."
Ron's tone changed. "Will he treat Harry right, Draco?"
"How should I know?" Draco asked softly. "I don't even know whether I'll treat you right."
Ron blew in his ear. "Moron. I trust you."
"Not much good when I don't trust myself."
Ron's thumb drew little circles on his hip-bone. "Why?"
Draco shrugged. "I get� restless."
"You want to leave?"
"No! I'm just�" he drew away and wrapped his arms around himself, turning to face Ron. Ron was frowning. "I'm� claustrophobic."
"Yeah?" Ron put his big hands firmly on Draco's narrow shoulders. "Too fast?"
"Too much."
"I'll back off." Ron nodded.
"I don't want you to."
Ron huffed a little puff of air out of his mouth. "What do you want then?"
"I don't know." Draco shrugged helplessly. "I'm scared we'll never� I don't think we'll ever have wedding cake men."
"Of course we won't." Draco blinked, his heart stuttering. Ron held up a hand. "They're ridiculously kitsch."
"Oh." Draco glanced at them again. "Yes. Not very Slytherin."
"I'm surprised Snape allowed it. We would have had far more elegant decorations."
Draco snorted slightly. "Oh yes, the famous Weasley elegance. I remember that."
Ron grinned. "Better?"
"Yeah." Draco nodded, and stretched up on tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on Ron's cheek. "I l-like you."
"I like you too."
