Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter (unfortunately) and you must be pretty lame to still be reading disclaimers! Just kidding....read my story still...
A/N: Okay, another story from me! Let's see how often I update this one. Maybe I'll update more frequently if you guys really like it, but I won't know unless you REVIEW!!!!! If you don't like it however, I would really appreciate it if you would not leave me some cruel comment and instead tell me what you didn't like. It's called Constructive Criticism people and I would much rather see the constructive comments than the criticizing ones!
This is my first Slash so PLEASE enjoy or I WILL destroy!!!!!
It's a bit different than the normal "boy meets boy, boy hates boy, boy loves boy, boy screws boy" so it may not be your cup of tea if you're into that cliché thing (like I am).
WARNING: In this story, I used a term that I am personally not comfortable using because it is an inappropriate way to address a homosexual. I hope that you can overlook this and see that it is essential to the story.
He heard the noises coming from the supposedly empty room. Although he was a bit hesitant to go in there, he knew he had to do it. Quietly, Ron opened the door to Hermione's Head Girl bedroom and peered inside. It was dark, but he could make out the head of a person and then the bare back of them, not facing him, apparently not noticing that Ron had come in. Ron knew that head and before he could listen for the noises again he had been yelling.
"Malfoy, what the HELL are you doing in here!?!" he screamed, redness spreading from his ears to the rest of his face in anger, "Get OUT!!! Get the FU---"
Before he could finish his sentence he noticed another head behind Draco Malfoy's that had been revealed when the startled blonde had turned his head. Ron's face turned from crimson to pale white.
"Oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH!!!" He covered his ears and closed his eyes tightly in confused anger. "WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU IN BED WITH THIS WANKER, HARRY!?!" Ron looked up momentarily, but turned around quickly with a shriek of disgust and ran from the room, slamming the door behind him.
They had been making love when Ron came in. Harry hadn't even noticed someone else in the room until Ron was shouting. There was nothing that he could say to Ron to console him, to stop him from screaming. They had been caught red handed and he couldn't deny it. He just sat there in terror and didn't speak until it was too late.
"Ron, it's not what it looks like. Ron!" Harry spat out stupidly as the door slammed behind his best friend. Harry had never seen Ron that mad. He stumbled out of bed, rolling out from under Draco who had remained quiet throughout the whole ordeal. "Shit!" Harry cursed as he pulled on his pants and ran out of the room.
Draco stared after him, not daring to stop him. He was so shocked by the unwelcomed appearance of the red haired intruder that he couldn't move. Of course, it was something that he had been expecting to happen. Maybe not then, but sometime.
Harry rushed down the stairs that lead from Hermione's Head Girl quarters to the common room after Ron. When he finally caught up to him he grabbed his arm and spun him around to face him. "Ron," he whispered frantically.
Before Harry could say anything else, Ron's fist had collided with the side of his face and Harry found himself sprawled out on the ground. "Don't touch me you…you faggot!" Ron shouted, disdain hanging from every syllable. People had heard the racket and a few had risen from bed and gathered at the railing above, staring down at the scene. "If you EVER come near me, I'll…I'll tear you and your bloody boyfriend to pieces."
Harry touched the place where Ron had stricken him. "Please, Ron," Harry said quietly from his spot on the ground, "You have to understand, I didn't want to do it! He manipulated me into it…. I didn't have a choice… I-I only did it because I was so upset!"
"You sicken me!" Ron spat onto Harry's bear chest and then ran off to his dormitory, on the verge of tears.
Harry already had tears running down his face, both from frustration and pain. He clutched the side of his face where he had been hit and wiped Ron's saliva off his chest. The other Gryffindor's were staring at him and a few were whispering things. Quickly, Harry stood up and headed back to the bedroom he had just left. No way could he have gone to the dorm to sleep. Not only was Ron there, but he would have had to go through all the people on the way and he knew what those whispers were about.
Draco was pulling on his T-shirt when he entered the room. It was a blue Quidditch one supporting a team that Harry had never heard of. Harry liked the way it clung to Draco's body but wasn't too tight. He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands and wept. The door shut behind Draco as he left, he knew that now was not a good time to talk; he knew that there was nothing that he could say to comfort Harry.
A/N: I know that this chapter was short but I wanted to only explain the event that will be reflected upon the rest of the story. Also, I didn't want to explain too much of their relationship here. That's the next chapter! Okay, I love you for reading my story and I hope you will read more!