I just realized that I have homework due in by 4 today that I've barely started on, so I can't really chat about everything that's been going on with me lately, but I found this today while I was working on my resume and thought some of you might find it amusing. I wrote it at least 7 years ago, and I doubt I'll finish it, but it's kind of cute.
Harry sat on a cold, metal table, self-consciously pulling his paper gown down. The doctor was pacing in front of him, looking ominous. "Is it bad, Doctor?"
Dr. Malfoy adjusted his glasses and quietly cleared his throat. "I'm afraid I'll have to examine you further. This might get a bit..." The doctor came closer, removing his glasses altogether, "evasive."
Harry couldn't help the tiny giggle that escape his lips at the cheesy line, not even considering that the 'doctor' was now tickling his neck with his blond hair as he leaned in. "As long as you think I can handle it, Doctor." He looked up at Dr. Malfoy owlishly and held back a smirk as a hand slid up his thigh beneath the gown.
"I think you’ll be able to handle it, though it may become a bit... hard." Harry giggled again as the hand slid up to skim a sensitive area.
Sorry it's not Ron/Draco.