Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the people, places, and things in this story. I just take them out of the toy box and play with them.

A/N: Hey Guys, sorry I've fallen off the map lately. I will get back to my other stuff shortly. Hope to have a new chapter of Secrets up by Saturday, and thinking about Salvation (that'll have to go up next week I forgot the notebook). As you can see I have a new 'ship that I'm sailing, and as it's November I decided to use them for my Nanowrimo. Started on Friday night, finished on Tuesday night (I have no life). Hope you all enjoy this. Remember, reviews are love, and constructive criticism is always appreciated but only if it's constructive.

Chapter 1

The sun was so hot that day, for an early September day in the middle of Scotland. The clouds were coming, but they were hours off. It was a day that had to be cherished, because it was such a hard day to come across. A peaceful day. Laughter rang out over the spacious grounds of the castle-school. His silver eyes looked towards the source. A small smile pulled at his pale pink lips as his heart leapt. The source was farther away, but coming towards him was the cause of his smile.

Red-hair dancing like fire in the sun, and blue eyes shining with promises of mischief. The tall boy was walking around without a shirt, showing off the freckles and more importantly the muscles. Two years of quidditch and life at his home had done him well, and now he enjoyed showing it off. Looking around, his hands landed on the silver-eyed boy's narrow hips that were covered by black dress pants. Thankfully the jacket that went with them had been disposed off and the white sleeves were rolled up to the elbows of the thin arms. The blue-eyed boy murmured, "Gods, Ferret, you're beautiful."

The boy called Ferret draped his arms around the other boy's neck. The other one leaned down to brush a soft, chaste kiss against Ferret's lips. They both hummed pleasantly as they pulled away. Ferret smiled softly, "Weasel, have I told you I love you today?"

"No," Weasel shook his head gently from side to side, "But even if you had you know I'd have said no."

Ferret chuckled, "Yeah, well, I do like saying it."

"Good," Weasel granted, "because I do like hearing it."

"I love you," Ferret murmured before he leaned up for another kiss.

Weasel kept it short before he countered, "I love you too."

Weasel laid his forehead against Ferret's, closing his eyes as a low hum of happiness drifted through him. Ferret closed his eyes and revealed in the feel of being in his lover's arms. Moving his head so that it rested against Weasel's shoulder he wondered, "Do you think we can just stay like this for the rest of the year?"

"Nice as that may be," Weasel began before brushing a kiss against Ferret's temple. Tucking Ferret's head under his chin, Weasel continued, "I don't think it's possible."

"Weasel," Ferret beckoned as he sat on the edge of a bed. They were in a small room with a large bed, and that was it. Weasel's arms were crossed, his head cocked to the side, his ankles crossed and a little farther forward while he leaned back against the door. The wall behind Weasel and opposite him were red with gold borders on the top and the bottom. The walls to the side were green with silver trims. The carpet underneath his feet was scarlet red like the walls, but the bedspread that Ferret was sitting on was green with gold stripes. The pillows were silver and gold. Ferret held up a hand, and curled his finger in. His smirk was really what did it though.

"Can't I just look at you for a moment," Weasel wondered. "I don't get to enough, you know. They catch me staring and they start asking questions."

"I know," Ferret assured, "They do the same thing to me. At least Brown isn't all over you this year."

"Might have to do with me calling out for a rodent when I was sick." Weasel smirked. Ferret's eyes fell away as he looked at the ground.

"That was never supposed to happen. I left it on purpose," Ferret explained. Weasel moved away from the door, taking two quick steps to the foot of the bed. He cupped Ferret's cheeks with his large hands and made the blond look up at him. Silver eyes were shining with a sadness not easily washed away. Weasel tried anyways, pressing a soft kiss against Ferret's lips. Ferret scratched his fingers through Weasel's hair, and Weasel moaned. Ferret took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

"I don't want it to be December," Weasel pouted as he pulled Ferret's bare back against his chest. Ferret's head lulled back onto Weasel's shoulder, and he pressed a kiss to the place where jaw and neck met under the ear. Weasel moaned at the soft touch as his fingertips drew shapes on Ferret's stomach. Ferret was laying in between Weasel's legs on the bed. Their legs were straight, and the blanket covered up to their hips. Ferret's arms were relaxing at his side as he soaked in the feel of his lover around him. Weasel continued, "I don't want to let you go back to him. I can't stand a month away from you."

"We've done it before," Ferret reminded. "It just makes these moments even more special, and when we finally get to be together again..."

Ferret trailed off but his smile said everything. He closed his eyes, waiting for a kiss that never came. He opened his eyes and saw Weasel staring at him. Ferret shook his head, "Don't try to memorize me."

"I have to," Weasel argued. He trailed his fingertips against the side of Ferret's face, cupping his hand around Ferret's neck as he rubbed his thumb against the apple of Ferret's cheek. Ferret offered a soft smile, but Weasel continued to stare at him as though it may very well be the last time. Brushing a kiss against Ferret's forehead he looked back into the silver eyes, "I love you Draco, so much."

"I love you too, Ron," Draco replied. He leaned up this time, scratching his fingers through Ron's hair in order to ensure that Ron responded to his kiss.

Ron was sitting in the Great Hall of his castle-housed school. A dark-haired boy with glasses sat beside him and a curly-haired girl sat across from him. They were talking about some sort of homework assignment, but Ron was staying out of the conversation. He knew that, that talk lead to talk of the N.E.W.T.S. Talk of the N.E.W.T.S. lead to talk of graduating and life outside of these walls. He instead opted for looking across the other three tables until he locked eyes on the blond form of his lover. The thin, lithe body he knew every contour of was covered in a form-fitting black suit. Ron shook his head. Draco looked good in that outfit, but seeing him in it made Ron want to get it off of him. Feeling eyes on him, Draco turned and scowled. Ron smirked, and Draco's eyebrows bounced. Ron jerked his head towards the door. Draco gathered his belongings and exited the room. Ron pushed his plate away and followed after a minute later. He found Draco in a deserted corridor on the Fourth Floor. Draco did not wait before he was wrapped around Ron, their tongues battling for dominance of the quickly initiated kiss. Ron pressed Draco against the wall, his leg falling in between Draco's. Draco moved, sliding his already growing ache against Ron's firm thigh. Ron swallowed the moan that escaped Draco.

"You ready for this?" Ron asked as he pulled on his shirt. Draco was running his hands down his chest again and again in attempts to smooth out the wrinkles. Ron's head popped out of his shirt to take in the look of his lover. He licked his lip quickly before saying, "You want to go take that test you better stop doing that."

"Oh," Draco asked as he turned to look at Ron in confusion. "What does one have to do with the other?"

"I'll end up wanting to run my own hands over that suit, and you know where that will end with us at." Ron told him in a husky voice as he stepped towards Draco and ran his fingers across the buttons of the suit. Draco grabbed his hands and pushed them back to Ron's sides. Ron grinned, but it faded when he saw the shine in the silver eyes. He lifted one hand to rub the thumb across the apple of Draco's cheek.

Draco sniffed as he shook his head, "I'm not ready for this."

"Yes you are," Ron assured, "You're the smartest wizard in our year. You'll fly through your N.E.W.T.S."

Draco grimaced, "I don't want to fly through them. If I fly through them then the next two weeks will go by too quickly."

"Do you want to sleep in here," Ron offered.

"Yes," Draco answered, but shook his head as he looked away, "no. If we sleep in here than I'll get used to sleeping in your arms. If I get used to sleeping in your arms than I'll be fucked when we graduate."

Ron cupped Draco's cheek with his large hand and rubbed his thumb in a soothing line. Draco looked at him, and Ron pressed a kiss to his lips than his forehead. Breathing in Draco's scent, Ron vowed, "I love you, always."

"Forever," Draco added, "I love you."

"Hannah Abbott, Hufflepuff" the stern looking woman behind the podium started calling out the names. Cheers were heard as the little red-headed woman walked across the stage. The Great Hall was covered in banners displaying all of the Houses' colors proudly. The students that were graduating were sitting across four benches. The names were called out in alphabetical order, but the houses were sitting together. Draco turned around, making it look like he needed to work out a crick in his back. He very well may have. The choir had sung three songs. The Minister of Magic had made a speech followed by Slughorn, Hagrid, Flitwick, and Sprout. Hermione and Draco had given their speeches, not only did they have the top marks but they'd also been Head Boy and Girl. Then McGonagall had finished them off before starting to read out the list of graduates.

"Hermione Granger, Gryffindor." Harry and Ron both stood, as did the whole lot of Weasley's taking up a large section of the bleachers sat up in back and sides of the Great Hall. There were traditional seating sat up in the middle of the bleachers, just behind the graduating students. The Malfoys were sitting there, including a number of other suspected Death Eaters. When Draco had given his speech he'd said things about "proper sides." Harry had grumbled, as had a few others. Draco had innocently looked at Ron every time he'd said this, and Ron winked to assure Draco he knew what was being said.

"Neville Longbottom, Gryffindor." Every Gryffindor stood up when the once mousy and shy, but now a brave warrior walked up to collect his diploma. Ron could hear his brothers cheering quiet loudly for the boy that had grown to be tall and good-looking. Neville tripped on his way up the stairs, they never said all of his old habits had left him. He'd sprung back up, given McGonagall a cheeky wink, before bowing in front of the masses. Most of the congregation had laughed, including Draco who moved to work out another crick. Ron nodded at him before he turned back around.

"Draco Malfoy, Slytherin," McGonagall called. Ron was never been more thankful for her ability to act with decorum and discretion than at that moment. The applause was minute. He did hear a stick banging against the ground in the back. He was thankful that nobody booed. Draco looked out when he took his diploma. Ron beamed at him. Draco swallowed in a way that Ron knew meant he was trying not to smile back. In the face of the public, this was enough for Ron. When McGonagall handed him his diploma she seemed to lean in, almost to whisper something to him. Draco made a jerking motion with his head, the subtlest of nods.

"Harry Potter, Gryffindor," McGonagall continued on. She was still just as discrete as she'd been when Draco walked onto the stage. The difference was in the crowd. Almost everybody hooted and hollered. The Slytherins clapped cordially. Draco worked out another crink, but Ron was standing up with the rest of his house to cheer on his best friend. He looked back just before Draco turned around and winked. Draco finished turning around, fast, as his smile pulled at his lips.

"Ronald Weasley, Gryffindor," Ron stood, waved to his family as he walked to up the stage. He stuck his tongue out at Harry, earning a laugh from both Harry and Hermione. As he took the diploma he looked at Draco, who was winking at him with a smile. Ron beamed.

"Remember, good things come to those who wait," McGonagall whispered. He turned back to her quickly as he shook her hand and took his diploma. She gave no sign that she'd actually spoken. Ron turned back to Draco whose brow bounced, a silent assurance that it had happened to him as well.