Prologue
When the snow melts, what does it become?
It is said when someone can answer that question, they are destined to be your true love.
When the snow melts...
Chapter One
Detention.
Crystal blue eyes stared into steely grey ones, seeming transfixed, almost mystified by each others. However, the face the blue eyes belonged to wore a deep scowl whil the grey eye'd owners face wore a devlish, yet charming smirk. A smirk that would make the toughest man crumble and the shyest girl swoon.
'What's the matter, Weasleby,' the steely eyed youth asked, he was first to break the long silence, 'Trying to look tough when your precious Potty isn't around?' he jeered.
'Sod off, Malfoy. It's your fault we're in this mess.' The blue eyed youth snapped back. The blonde gave a hearty laugh which made the scowl on the red heads face deepen, if that were even possible.
'My fault? Want to tell me how, because I do think your mistaken.' there was some malice in the boys tone, but also amusement and mock innocence.
'If you hadn't opened your big mouth w-' he began but Draco, cut him off with a passive wave of his hand.
'If you weren't so easy to anger, we wouldn't be here, Weasley.' he finished. It was not his fault, nothing ever was his fault. No. The day a Malfoy admited to something being his or her fault, they were either his or her dying words, or they were no true Malfoy.
'I believe you are both mistaken,' McGonagal finally cut in, 'You are here because your lack of self control and respect for one another!' she snapped, in her usualy stern tone. She siginified that conversation was over, 'Now, I've got to meet Dumbledore, you two wipe down these tables. No magic.' the conversation was done, she left no more room for argument, not that they were going to argue with her anyway. That would be stupid. She handed them each a spray bottle and a rag before leaving the room swiftly. Draco, who was now staring at the rag, mortified, didn't know what to do now.
'You squirt the bottle's contents onto the table, and wipe it off.' Ron had caught the look on Draco's face and was now talking to him as if he were five. Draco just glared at him.
'This is servant stuff.' Malfoys did not clean. They didn't, and how dare that old bat tell him otherwise! He was Draco fucking Malfoy and he;d be damned if he was going to clean these tables like some sort of...servant! He was not going to listen to some...mudblood, muggle lover like McGonagal and the fowl blood traitor that goes by the name, Ronald Bilius Weasley tell him what to do.
'Did you hear me, Malfoy?' the impatients in Ron's voice was definite. 'I said you'd better start washing or I'll hex you.' Draco made a light snorting noise, but began to wash. Okay, so this was the first and last time he would ever...clean. The time passed away slowly as the boys scrubbed slowly at the tables until everyone had been tended to, accept one. The crystal blue eyes were once more locked upon the steely grey, this time with a daring mist to them.
'I'll do this one, ' Ron grimaced slightly, 'Wouldn't want you messing up those well manicured nails anymore than you already have, Malfoy.' said Ron, his lips curled a bit.
'I think not, and let you tell McGonagal how I did nothing and you cleaned more tables than I? I don't think so. You take half, and I'll take the other half, got it?' Draco didn't really leave much room for argument, so Ron began to wipe down his half and Draco the other.
'You're pretty good at this, Looks like being poor has it's advantages.' Draco sneered while wiping, feverishly, at a colored ink spot. Ron growling in a warning tone.
'Piss off.' Draco snickered lightly. It was so easy to upset Ron. Ron with his tousled red hair. His gorgeous blue eyes, his slightly pink lips. Draco stared, he knew he was staring yet he stared in an unabashed way. Taking in those distinguished features. He'd always had an attraction to the Weasley boy, ever since the first day of school. He could not, however, act upon those feeling and instincts at that moment. Now, however, in their sixth year of school, he was fair game. Just one problem, Ron loathed Draco, with a passion. Reluctantly, Draco went back to rubbing the table with the cloth, for a moment he smirked to himself. Slowly, as if by accident. He ran his hand over Rons, watching Ron flinch slightly, he did it again. The red headed youth flinched once more and then shuddered. Draco slowly began to edge himself around the table so he was standing next to Ron.
'I think It's done. We've other things to do.' Draco drawled lazily, pulling his hands from the table slowly, making sure to touch Rons in someway,
'Things like?' Rons tone was skeptical. He figured Draco had some sort of, evil plan or something to torture him with. Slowly, he pulled his hands from the table as well. Draco didn't answer, he just took a step towards Ron. Ron withdrew slowly, using retreating steps back. It was like a lion, eyeing it's prey, Lions almost always got their prey. Just like Malfoys, accept Malfoys always got what they wanted, and right now, Draco wanted Ron. Ron felt his back hit something hard and cold, and his worst fear was realized. It was like a game of chess, Ron was the non-important pawn and Draco the king, and the pawn had just backed himself into a corner. Literally. Draco rasied his hand and placed it on the wall near Ron's ear. Bringing his other hand up slowly, he placed it by his other ear.
Ron was shaking slightly, little tremors of fear ripped through his body. Draco bit back a groan that threatened to escape his lips. Ron, was gorgeous. Unable to contain himself any longer, Draco leaned forwards slowly and pressed his own lips to the pink ones he'd been dying to taste since his first year. Chocolate. Ron's lips tasted like Chocolate, eating Chocolate would never again be the same for Draco, that was for sure. It would forever remind him of the first time he layed his lips on Rons, the first time he'd kissed him. Draco ran his tongue along Rons lips, begging, pleading if anything for those lucious lips to open. Ron was taken aback, his cheeks were scarlet, his mind racing and his heart threatened to burst from his chest and do back flips on the floor. Not at all reluctant, Ron opened his mouth to allow Draco access. Access Draco had been dying to get for six years now. Draco's tongue delved deep into the foreign place quickly, he was keen to explore. Eeager to find things that would make Ron squeak. Draco's hands slid from the walls and onto Ron's cheeks, Slowly and reluctantly, they broke apart for air. Draco gazed at Ron for a second. He was so beautiful, just the sight of him like this, hair messier than ever, cheeks scarlet and lips pinker and more swollen than before. Just the sight of him made Draco want to throw Ron to the ground and ravish him right then and there, the sight of him could drive anyone insane.
'Draco...' Ron whispered lowly, there was nobody in the room besides them, but it felt right to whisper. Draco kissed his jaw slowly before placing tiny kissed down to his neck. He licked, nibbled, bit and even sucked on the tender flesh of Rons neck. Draco intended to leave a mark.
'H-Hey, Draco...We're supposed to be...serving...de...' Rons voice trailed off slowly, what was the point? Draco wouldn't stop, and Ron didn't want him to. Draco continued, and slowly moved up to Rons earlobe, Ron squeaked when Draco bit his ear playfully. He felt as if he were melting, melting into Draco. Ron whined and whimpered sweetly as Draco looked for more spots to make Ron squeak. Slowly, Draco's hands found their way under Rons shirt. They ghosted over the milky white, freckled flesh that belonged to Ron. They ghosted over his stomach first, then his chest. Draco slowly ran his thumbs over Ron's nipples until they hardened at his touch. Draco was about to unbutton Rons jeaned when he felt Ron tapping on his shoulders. Looking up he noticed Ron was looking at something, horrorstricken. Slowly, Draso turned around to see a slightly shaken McGonagal, standing there in the doorway. Draco stared unabashed but with an upset look on his face. She just interupted the best day of his life. Ron however, was still horrorstruck.
'Merlins beard...Trelawny was right!' McGonagals voice was airy, ' 'Two enemies shall bond tonight, under our very noses!' ' she repeated, 'My god...I didn't believe her at first but now...' McGonagal went silent but soon recovered her stern look and demeanor, 'Your detention is over, you may go.' She didn't have to say it twice, Ron ran from the room, grabbing his things quickly as he left. Draco watched, still upset with McGonagal. Slowly, he left the room.
Draco Malfoy, always got what he wanted, and he wanted Ronald Bilius Weasley.
He would get Ron, if it was the last thing he did.