Chapter One: Betrayal of the Redheaded Weasel

My body pressed against the stone wall, my head tilting angularly to the right side as i looked over the corner.

I was doing my regular prefect routes, checking the halls and all. My mind kept drifting to my lover—Harry Potter—who had promised to be waiting for me when I got back to the dorms so we could have a rough, passionate snogging.

I was trying to do my job quickly, because now, it was just a damn strait bloody nuisance, but we all had to spend a specific time searching each corridor.

I had just heard the noises of a make-out love session, and if i was correct, it was a poof couple, just like me and harry. Yes, this had to be two boys, no doubt about it.

They were quite loud, i must admit, louder then the usual couple who is out at night illegally doing a love seen in a hall while knowing prefects are checking. Or maybe they didn't know.

The most possible explanation was a first year group—even though those little buggers were eleven or so, they sure had a way to know their sexual orientation quick, and maybe it was just me, but puberty seemed to take a fast turn for them.

I had only just known that i was a fairy two months ago, when i was at the burrow with Harry. I had happened to be wrapped in a towel from the waist down with nothing else on, about to go take a shower when i saw Harry in the tub, taking a bubble bath and more importantly, washing his...area.

Just thinking about it made my cheek bones burn.

Looking over the corner carefully, I narrowed my eyes, trying to see in the darkness. One was on top of the other. The one holding the other one was very tall, with silky blonde-silver hair that was strewn neatly down his back. He was in a dark green robe, flashing the slytherin flag in my brain.

Impossible, I thought, my head stirring. It's Malfoy...

So no, this could not be a first year couple unless my eyes were deceiving me, which was highly likely. But my Malfoy radar was screaming at me, and my whole body was trembling.

The one on top, though, cause my heart to freeze.

His hair was black and shaggy, untamed as the midnight sky. He was shorter then the other, if my eyes were correct....His shirt was discarded to the floor, revealing a thin, pale chest that was covered with small, ownership mark bites. It was almost impossible to catch a glimpse at his face due to it was practically being eaten off by the supposed Malfoy, but then, the two broke apart, and I was able to see it.

The lightning bold scar mark right over his head.

My blood ran cold as my heart dropped to the rocky bottom of betrayal.

No, My mind whimpered. No.

My legs started to move, and i found myself walking out into the open, raising my wand which had been a-lit.

The light shown on the two lovers, and i found myself gasping sharply as my suspicions were confirmed.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was holding Harry Potter, my lover, and they were kissing—possibly getting ready to snog.

I watched as Harry's happily smiling face dropped as his eyes widened in horror. Malfoy looked surprised at first, but then his lips quirked upward into a fine, ignorant smirk.

I cared much less about the ferret, though, then i did with me lov—ex-lover.

"R-Ron," Harry choked out.

I slowly shook my head, too shocked to speak while i took stagnant steps backwards.

"H-how....how could you...?," I forced out. How could you do this to me?

We had been going so well—our relationship, that is. Ever since the two months, Harry had took me in, promised me had love me forever, said that he would always be there for me. He was the one I came out to, he was the one i first kissed. Harry was the one that had urged me to have sex with him, and Harry was the first, and only cock to enter my arse.

I could just remember his soft, promising words: I love you, Ron. I love you.

And i had.....

Oh god. I dropped my wand, clasping my hand over my mouth at wetness stung my eyes. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought back to those times: I love you too, Harry. Always.

He had made me believe that I loved him. He had made me believe I was actually important.

But now? How could he?

Now i realize he didn't care at all. I was nothing to him, just a dainty side kick who's supposed to always be there for him and help him and never get credit for it. Not even a glance.

I am....no one.

"Ron it's not like it looks li—"

No. This is what it looks like.

Cutting his words off of my hearing line, I turn as fast as i can and run.

Because that's all I can do.

Run away.

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