Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. the wonderful, amazing J.K. Rowling owns pretty much everything in this story. Characters... Setting... Just not the scenario. And she probably even thinks about this stuff.

"Bug off, Malfoy."

"What's wrong, Weasel-King? Scared I'll bite now that your protector is gone?"

It was Christmas holidays and Ron was caught unawares by Malfoy. Ron woke up earlier than normal, and Harry was still asleep so he decided to borrow a school owl and send Christmas packages home.

"Yeah, Malfoy, that's exactly what it is." Ron rolled his eyes and continued on his way. Upon reaching the owlery, Ron realized there were faint footsteps following his own echoing clomps. He grinned, expecting to see Lavender Brown once he turned around.

"You look very happy to see me, Weasley." Draco's eyes lingered on the middle of Ron's robes where an area had become more erect than normal.

"In your dreams, ferret-fag." Ron blushed his signature shade of deep red, virtually eliminating all of his facial freckles.

"Easy, Weasle." Malfoy shoved his hand in the pocket where he kept his wand. "Wouldn't want to upset me, now do you?" He gave a huge, obviously fake, yawn for no particular reason. "After all, it's not right to pick on the guy that came out about his sexuality. What would Dumbledore say?" He smirked.

Ron rushed to turn back around and pretending to look for an owl.

"Just go on, Malfoy."

Without a word, to Ron's surprise, Draco did just that.