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“Harry!” Ron yelled as he clomped up Harry's stairs. “You’re over an hour late, you wanker! I swear, if you're still asleep...”
He pushed open the door to Harry’s bedroom and said, “Wake UP! Time to…”
The words died in his throat as he took in the scene before him: Harry, wide-eyed and shirtless, sitting straight up in bed, and a large...something...under the duvet next to him. Was that…a person under there? Had Harry pulled?
Ron shot Harry his most winning, shit-eating grin. "Merry Christmas, you two lovebirds!" Harry buried his face in his hands and Ron turned his attention to the mysterious lump. “No need to hide! I’d just love to meet the person that finally yanked our Harry out of celibacy.”
“Ron…” Harry groaned. “Can you give us a minute?”
“Nope!” Ron said brightly.
But his amused grin faded instantly when he heard a muffled voice say, “We planned on telling them soon, Potter. Might as well start now.”
That voice…and he’d called him Potter.
It couldn’t be.
Ron gaped as a blonde head emerged. "Morning, Weasley," said Draco sodding Malfoy with a smirk, and Ron's brain short-circuited.
Harry smiled sheepishly at Ron. "Surprise?"