Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters or places mentioned in this fic. They belong to JK Rowling.

Warning: Male/Male sexuality and explicit language throughout

Author's Note: So, this is my first fic. Enjoy

Chapter 1

Ron pulled back the tapestry that concealed the entrance to one of the many hidden passageways in the castle; remembering how they had once been a source of jealousy and laughter; now that he needed them himself, the humor was gone. Ron didn't understand why they were back here after the war, they all had jobs waiting for them, should they want them. Several Quidditch teams were scouting Harry; Hermione had been offered positions in the Ministry, as well as on the Prophet, and they all had outstanding offers from Kingsley to join the Auror's office. But Harry and Hermione had insisted on finishing school first. Well, mostly Hermione; she had been the most insistent after their letters arrived that they return. Hers, of course, contained a Head Girl's badge. Ron had to admit, the thought of Hermione having her own room was an exciting prospect, but now, midway through November, he knew his hopes had been unfounded. As ever, Hermione had more time for books than him, and, with Harry and Ginny so inseparable, Ron had taken to roaming the castle alone; a hobby that he unfortunately shared with Draco Malfoy.

As Ron continued along the hall, his mind was on the future, a future that Harry and Hermione and even Ginny were so certain about. But for Ron, the future was just a blank. He thought he would want to be with Hermione forever, but he just couldn't picture them living in domestic bliss. It was worse with Harry and Ginny thinking about marriage already, both going to Hermione for advice. Hermione who had her plans for S.P.E.W.'s continuation since she'd started it, in their year. Ron had no idea what he was going to do. He'd had offers from the ministry, but the problem was he couldn't imagine working there, not after everything

Lost in his head, he was almost unaware of his surroundings until he realized that he was just a corridor away from the Head's dorms. He contemplated visiting Hermione, knowing he would have at least an hour before she started fretting about NEWTs and went back to studying. When he reached the turn, though, he decided to take a quick detour, seeing a familiar blonde heading in the opposite direction, climbing over some of the remaining rubble from Grawp's vigorous defense against the opposing giants.

'Excellent.' Ron thought; he'd always enjoyed getting a rise out of Malfoy. "Oi! Malfoy!" he called, and Draco wheeled around to face him. "Who'd you have to blow to get back into school, you wanker?"

"Bugger off, Weasley. Why don't you go screw Granger, and leave me the hell alone?" Draco turned and headed back, pausing only to find the best way over the destroyed portion of the hall.

Ron grinned, satisfied. He headed towards the Head dorms, grin still plastered all over his face, and, although he didn't know it, a slight blush.