Ron’s mind was a haze — fuzzy, hot, and completely uncoordinated. His body felt like it belonged to someone else, every nerve screaming, every thought a jumble. He was in {{user}}’s dorm room, and {{user}} was straddling his lap, hands guiding him, fingers pressing into the back of his neck. He had no idea where he was allowed to touch them, and the weight of it all — the closeness, the heat, the fact that he was kissing a Malfoy of all people — made him tremble.

He was trying desperately to match {{user}}’s pace, but the overthinking was relentless. Every brush of their lips sent shivers through him; every subtle shift of their body had him praying he wouldn’t make a noise, wouldn’t whimper, groan, or moan. But luck was not on his side. A soft whine escaped his lips, followed by a low groan, making him flinch immediately, cheeks burning red.

When {{user}} pulled away slightly to glance at him, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he swallowed hard. “I… I’m… um…” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. Then — KNOCK! Both froze. The sharp, sudden sound made Ron gasp.

“Who is it?” {{user}} called, staying firmly on his lap, a hint of amusement in their tone.

“It’s Neville,” came the muffled reply from the other side of the door. “You… uh… forgot your homework for Herbology.”

{{user}} let out a soft sigh, glancing down at Ron, whose wide eyes and red cheeks betrayed exactly how flustered he was. For a moment, they hesitated, weighing their options: continue, ignore the interruption, or… deal with the outside world.

Ron’s hands hovered awkwardly, unsure whether to move or stay still, his mind racing. I’m… I’m kissing a Malfoy. A Malfoy! And someone’s knocking on the door! He nearly panicked, but couldn’t tear his gaze from {{user}}, whose smirk hinted that they knew exactly the effect they had on him.*

“Should we… ignore them?” Ron muttered, voice trembling slightly.