WARNING! This story contains slash (male/male pairing) and material not suited for immature minds! Ron/Draco! Good Snape! Hyper Harry! Don't like, don't read!

Disclaimer: Not mine! If it was mine, there would be a lot more hot, slashy sex!

….and Snape would be in my bed….naked…

Chapter 1

Ron Weasley lay barely awake in his four-poster, groaning at the bright light coming through the curtains. Why hadn't Harry woken him yet? He pried his eyes open to look at the clock on his bedside table. 10:05? But, wasn't it Tuesday? Ron drearily looked at the Chudley Cannons calendar hanging on the wall. Oh Merlin! It WAS Tuesday! He was late for classes! And worse, he'd missed breakfast!

He groaned and flopped back down onto the bed. 'Might as well go back to sleep. I've already missed two of my classes,' he thought. No, Hermione would kill him. Sighing, he went to roll over and fell right off the bed, landed hard on his butt.

"This is gonna be the worst day ever," he said aloud. Rubbing his eyes, he reached over and pulled his bag to him. He dug out his schedule.

"Let's see…I missed McGonagall…and Trelawney. Ugh, McGonagall is gonna have my head." Running his finger down his schedule, he stopped at 10:00 and shrieked.

"Snape! Why did it have to be Snape next?! Merlin, he is gonna kill me, bring me back, and do it again! Twice!"

He scrambled up and ran to the bathroom. He jumped into the shower and lathered his hair with his favorite shampoo. Cinnamon. The other guys teased him constantly about this fact.

After rinsing his hair, he got out of the shower and stuck a toothbrush into his mouth. He ran back into the dormitory, still dripping wet, and tripped on something. His favorite boxers, the ones with the flamingos. He pulled them on and rushed around the room looking for the rest of yesterday's clothes. He threw on a fresh shirt and a pair of trousers and stuffed his tie into his bag. He discarded his toothbrush on the bed and ran to the portrait hole, his shirt still hanging open.

"Button up that shirt, young man!" the Fat Lady yelled after him.

He ran through the corridors, buttoning his shirt, and stopped in front of the Potions classroom door. He took out his tie, threw it around his neck, and braced himself as he pushed the heavy doors open.

"Well, well. Mr. Weasley, how nice of you to join us," Snape sneered. "Even if you do look like you have just gotten trampled by a herd of hippogriffs.

Ron's cheeks flushed pink as he searched the room for Harry and Hermione. He spotted Hermione sitting in their usual spot in the back, but there was no Harry. He also noticed, to his delight, that there was no Malfoy.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for being late and for your chosen attire," Snape continued. "Now-"

But he was cut off by a squeal from Lavender.

"What is it?" he said with a disgusted sigh.

Everyone turned to look at the floor where Lavender was pointing and saw the source of her scream. A silvery snake was slithering on the ground toward Snape.

"It's just a Patronus, you ridiculous girl!" snapped Snape. "I have to see what this is all about. I'll be back, and if so much as a speck of dust is out of place, you will all get detention faster than you can say boomslang skin." He turned to Ron. "I will deal with you later," he said menacingly. He swept toward the door, but stopped abruptly. "And TEN more points for your bare feet, Weasley." He stalked out the door as Ron looked down at his naked feet. He was in such a hurry that he had forgotten to put on socks and shoes!

Ron burned bright red as he made his way over to Hermione. The rest of the class was bursting with laughter, but she glared at him.

"Where have you been?!" she whispered fiercly.

"Harry usually wakes me up! Where's he?" Ron replied defensively, fiddling with his tie.

"I don't know! I thought he was with you! I haven't seen him all morning! I thought maybe you two were skipping, but….ugh! I have no idea where he could be!" All of a sudden she looked worried and anxious. "Do you think something bad's happened?"

"I don't know, Hermione. He's probably off battling an evil villain or something! You know him, can't stay out of trouble," he said with a smirk, still working on his tie.

"That's not funny Ronald! What if something really did happen?"

" 'Mione, you're over-reacting. He's probably just up in the hospital wing with a cold, It is almost Christmas….dammit! I can't…get this…tie!" he exclaimed, frustrated.

"Oh, come here." Hermione set to work on the tie when she heard someone come up behind them.

"Undressing your boyfriend in the middle of class, Granger? I'm surprised at you! I thought a prefect would have more shame…" Malfoy said with a smirk.

Hermione just rolled her eyes, but Ron took the bait.

"Shove off, Malfoy!" he exclaimed, jumping up.

"Your comebacks never cease to amaze me Weasley."

"Why don't you go play with your ball, Ferret!"

Everyone had stopped working by now and were watching the spat intensely, waiting for Malfoy's reply.

Malfoy looked angry. Very angry. "What did you call me?" he said, his voice dangerously low.

"You heard me," said Ron smugly. "What, can't handle a little nickname?"

"Get stuffed, Weasel!"

"I thought Malfoy's weren't supposed to show they had feelings?"

"Don't talk about things you know nothing about," growled Malfoy.

"What would Daddy say?"

"Shut up! Don't talk about him in front of me!" Malfoy yelled. Malfoy now had tears of anger welling in his eyes.

"Aww, wittle Dwaco doesn't want to talk about his dear 'ol daddy…"

" I said SHUT UP!"

"That's enough Mr. Weasley!" said a cold, deep voice from the doorway. Everyone turned to see Snape striding into the room. "Detention!"

As Ron argued with Snape, Hermione noticed that Harry had crept in and was slowly making his way to his seat. He winked at her and put a finger to his mouth, shushing her. Then, not watching where he was going, he tripped over a chair and brought it crashing to the floor with him. He raised his hand, telling her that he was okay, and jumped up quickly. He set the chair back up quietly and then turned around to keep walking, but bumped into the desk behind him. He winced and looked at Snape, who was still yelling at Ron, and kept going with a thumbs up to Hermione, a big grin plastered on his face.

Hermione couldn't hold her giggles any longer as Harry sat down next to her. "That was real discreet, Harry."

"I know, I am the 'Master of Silence!' So, what'd I miss?" he whispered excitedly. He was bouncing up and down in his chair, surveying the scene excitedly.

It was so great seeing Harry this way. Ever since last term, he had been gloomy and depressed, but now he was happy again. 'Just being a normal teenager for once,' thought Hermione. She couldn't spoil this moment, so instead of interrogating him, she went off in a detailed explanation of this mornings events, with Harry sitting at the edge of his seat, listening intently.

A/N: I don't know what I am gonna do with this story yet...but I have a few ideas. Please review! I have alot more stories where this came from. Oh, and if you were wondering about Ron shrieking in the beginning of the story, he's just hit puberty, so he's gonna do that alot :)