AN: As always Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Also, this story will develop into a slash, so if you don't like or approve of slash fan fictions you have been forwarned. Other than that, enjoy! (The rating is currently PG-13 but will most likely be upgraded as the story moves along.)

Chapter 1 - Juicy Quarrel

It was their 7th and final year at Hogwarts, and Ron and Draco were still at odds with each other in every aspect. Sometimes it seemed that Ron and Draco got along even worse than Harry and Draco, simply because Ron took more of an offence to Draco's snide comments. Unfortunately, it was Draco's snide comments and Ron's counters to them that was the cause of their detention together during their first week of school at Hogwarts.

Draco Malfoy's cold, gray eyes glared across the dungeon chamber at Ronald Weasley, while they waited for Filtch to give them their detention assignment. Ron turned away from his cold glare, his fluffy red hair in disarray.

"Tonight boys you will be helping me scrub the Potions classroom. There was a nasty explosion, due to none other than Nevil Longbottom, that has coated the walls and floor in bilbotuber puss and silverlauce juice."

There was a loud grumble from both boys, as they followed Filtch towards the Potions classroom. They entered the gook-covered room holding their arms close to their sides. The room was its usual cold, dark self. Except now several of the chairs were over-turned and the walls dripped in shiny greenish slim that flowed onto sections of the floor. The smell burned the boys' nostrils and they tried painstakingly to hold their breath. Both boys' faces contorted disgustedly at this.

"If that nasty Longbottom has created this mess why isn't HE cleaning it up!" Draco exclaimed angrily, his right index finger and thumb held above his nose, pinching it closed.

"Oh, shut up! Nevile's potion wouldn't have blown up if a certain someone didn't throw certain extra ingredients in that caused it to explode!" Ron glared at Draco.

"Weasley! We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you're always trying to harm me with your pitiful curses!" Draco retorted

"HA! If your big, ego inflated mouth would shut up every once in a while I wouldn't have to be cursing you to shut it for you!!" Ron fumed as he spoke.

"Well if you weren't such a pitiful poor little-" Draco was cut off at Ron threw himself at Draco, knocking him over into a puss covered table. Draco shrieked as the puss seeped through his robes and was heating up the sweater he wore underneath.

"Ge' off me Weasley!!" Draco struggled to push him away. Ron's foot slipped on a bit of the slime on the floor when Draco shoved him. He lost his balance, but had just enough time to reach out and grasp Draco's robes forcefully, in an attempt to steady himself, before he pulled Draco with him as they flew backwards into a chair and tumbled together onto the sloppy floor.

"Boys! BOYS!! STOP!!" Filtch was screaming at them. They continued to struggle as Filtch hurriedly pulled his large rubber gloves on and jumped between them in an attempt to pull them apart. When he finally managed to get them separated they continued to glare at one other from the opposite ends of Filtch's arms. They were both thoroughly covered in the potioney mess that they were supposed to be cleaning, instead of spreading around even more. Suddenly both boys' robes began to smoke.

"YOW!!!" Draco screamed, jumping around. The puss had now burnt a hole completely through his robe and sweater, and was burning his skin!

Ron could feel his robe heating up as well. He immediately pulled his robe away from his body, throwing it to the floor.

"Oh boy, we better get you two to the hospital wing, come with me quickly!" Filtch instructed, walking from the classroom, still wearing his rubber gloves. Draco followed yelping and jumping at a speedy rate down the hallway, and Ron hurried after the two.


When Filtch and the jumpy Draco, followed by Ron entered the hospital wing, the nurse came running over asking what had happened. Ron, who had only been exposed to the messy mixture long enough to penetrate his now removed cloak, took a seat in a chair by the doorway.

Filtch impatiently explained to Nurse Pomfrey what had happened between Draco and Ron, and told her what it was that was burning Draco's skin. The nurse ordered him to strip off his cloak and sweater immediately, and she quickly opened a small deep purple bottle of which she began applying to the red exposed skin on his back. Ron stared at Draco's bare chest and back. His skin was creamy, pale, and mark-less, and had an iridescent glow to it. Draco arched his shoulders back releavedly as the potion set in, healing his wounds. Ron suddenly felt the urge to reach out and run his hand down Draco's muscle laden back. He stood up and took a step towards Draco when suddenly his outreached arm was grasped firmly.

"I think that's enough quarreling for tonight boys." It was Professor Dumbledore. He looked at Ron. Ron shook his head, not knowing what had come over him. "Mr. Weasley I would like to ask you to go back to your common room and go to bed now."

"Oh... Ok." Ron glanced at Draco from the corner of his eye, and Draco shifted from one foot to another unsure of himself as he stared confusedly back at Ron. Ron turned, without one last glance back to Draco, and exited.

"Madam Pomfrey, I would ask that you keep Mr. Malfoy down here for the night to ensure his wounds heal properly." Dumbledore spoke.

"But what about that cleanin' in the potions room?" Filtch interrupted, obviously annoyed.

"The punishment for the boys will just have to be carried over until a later date." Dumbledore stated. "Get some sleep." He then turned and walked out of the door, with Filtch at his heals, attempting to ask him something.

"Well Draco, you best get to sleep soon to make sure those wounds heal. Make sure you don't ly on your back during the night." Madam Pomfrey turned to Draco. Draco was still in a slightly dazed, but painless state. What was Ron trying to do to him when he stood up and walked towards him with his arm extended? He almost looked as if he was going to hug him rather than hit him. Draco blinked and flopped onto the hospital bed to make an attempt at a restless sleep.