A/N: This is a fan created work. These characters were created and are owned by JK Rowling.

I've reworked this a little. It's adapted from a Fic I wrote a long time ago and my style has changed so much I just had to fix it. Then I couldn't stop writing. All in all, I think it's going to have around 15 Chapters to complete the story. Hope you like it! Read on! :D

I apologize for the length of this Chapter. ~.^

CoverArt: Posted on Tumblr by Snapesbabymama

'Fuck.' Ron scoffed to himself, seated alone in a far corner of the library. He made an attempt at spying with discretion, running a hand through thick red curls and peeking around his elbow.

Across the aisle, there was Harry and Ginny. Snogging heavily. As if he wasn't four tables away. Sick. Still, he was thankful that Harry had asked her out. Ginny had fancied him for ages. That aside, he was the only one Ron could honestly trust with his younger sister. However, they could not keep their hands off of each other for one bloody minute.

Ron could not help but stare at Hermione, sitting by herself near the window. Knuckles white (and probably aching) from her constant scrawling on feet of parchment. Hermione had "gotten in touch with Viktor" and was obviously in the midst of writing him another bloody love letter. How the hell could Hermione choose Krum over him when he was a zillion miles away?

Oh yeah, that's right. Ron thought bitterly. He's a rich and famous Quidditch player and as Hermione put it, "more on her level". Whatever the hell that meant. Ron was on her level! So he didn't like to write letters on miles of parchment... What difference did that make?

Obviously, he didn't have the assets Krum had. Of course, that was why, and he knew it like the back of his hand.

After being the third and fifth wheel one too many times and having to watch Hermione scribble dreamily on an almost constant basis; the level attitude he had maintained was starting to wane. He was a nobody, unlike Harry or Krum.

Lavender trotted by, giggling manically. Hanging from the arm of some poor sucker in Hufflepuff. Ron was relieved to see she finally moved on to her next "Won-won". And thank Merlin because he thought she was barking mad.

Though Ron would never admit it, it was Hermione and Viktor that hurt. It made him angry... jealous. Sorry for himself. 'Fucking. Alone.'

He took his head out of his hands with a heavy sigh. Ron decided it was time for a change of scenery. He'd begun shoving his Charms homework into the nasty hand-me-down bag that was once Bill's when a voice behind him queried, 'Why would you say that, Ronald?'

His head snapped up and he frowned instantly. Standing there was Loony Lovegood.

It wasn't that she freaked him out or anything, it was just that she scared the shit out of him. That stare, that same stare she was using on him now as she fingered her radish ear ring, made him want to run and hide. Her eyes seemed to drill into him. Didn't they ever dry out?

'Because its true,' he snapped at her forcefully, stuffing the remainder of his things into the old worn book-bag.

'You take many things for granted, Ronald,' said Luna nonchalantly, a smile crossing her lips.

'How nice of you to let me know.' He bit back, striding past her and storming up to the Gryffindor Common Room, where he could relax without disturbance. Fuck. Why is it always the nutters that fancy me?

The instant the Fat Lady's portrait closed, the the chatter of two dozen voices erupted. Squealing and laughing. The place was packed. More so than Ron had seen it in years. Students from First to Seventh years where crowded around cozily, escaping the chill of the soon to be Spring. The grass was only just greening and there were no leaves on the trees. It was terribly damp. Damp enough to chill your bones.

Everywhere he turned he was sickened by the feeling that he was a single cell. It was no better in there than in the library. He found sanctuary in the dorm room, which was thankfully empty.

As the week passed, Ron's personal situation did not improve. Harry and Hermione continued to absorb themselves in their relationships. They ignored him almost completely. Save for the distracted and occasional 'Hi Ron,' as they passed by him. Surely on their way to and from one romantic rendezvous after another. Leaving Ron alone in the Common Room... when it was empty. Or alone in the dorm room. It was almost enough to make him miss Lavender... Almost.

He snapped at couples for publically displaying their affections on several occasions. Classes where complete murder. Having to watch Hermione scribble letters rapidly to Krum. One came every bloody hour.

'Asshole must have a whole Owlry in his house.' Ron would sniff.

Harry and his sister met up after every class. They couldn't get enough of one another. It made Ron sick. And a little pissed off at Harry. The way he flaunted her in every corridor.

Ron had become so depressed, he sought to hide himself constantly.

4:30...5:30...6:30...8:00...

Time crawled by as he stared into space, lying on his back in the dorm room. Ron was sure he could feel his sanity slipping away.

He had brothers that were basically asexual. Maybe this is it for me, too. Ron thought to himself grimly. Might as well join a pack of dragons, like Charlie. He rolled over and gazed at the scarlet fabric of the hangings. He nodded off and awoke when Harry had come in with Neville. It was already dark.

'Hey, Ron!' Neville said. Cheery, as was usual lately. Even he had a girlfriend. Hannah Abbot.

'Hi.' Ron replied flatly.

'What are you doing up here?' Harry asked casually, as if it had not been two days since he had even seen Harry. Ron heard him sneaking in late every night after defiling his sister. Long after everyone had gone to sleep.

'Nothing.' Ron muttered shortly.

Harry and Neville exchanged confused glances, before looking back to Ron, 'Are you all right?' Harry asked, noming upon a Pumpkin Pastie. 'You don't seem.. yourself.'

'Glad you noticed,' snapped Ron. That recognition had been long overdue. 'Shouldn't you two be off snogging?'

Harry raised his eyebrows, 'Well... I suppose Ginny... had things to do?'

'Oh I see, what a surprise.' Ron snapped before rolling back over.

'Come on, Ron!' Harry pried, moving over to the edge of his bed. Ron felt Harry's weight sink invasively into the edge of his mattress. 'What's wrong?'

Ron did his best to ignore them. 'Look, just ask a girl out to the Hogsmeade trip this weekend, it'll be fine, you'll see.' Harry urged.

Ron knew he was trying to be encouraging. His words pissed him off, anyway. Such a suggestion made Ron realize that everyone knew he was alone. It must be obvious. That he was becoming irritable and antisocial. Jealous, even. So much for discretion.

Stupid git. Ron thought, sourly. He huffed and instead muttered something about being poor. Harry rolled his eyes and grunted, 'Ugh, come on, Ron. Nobody cares!' Ron shoved Harry off his bed and tugged his hangings closed. Receiving the message, Harry released a defeated sigh and left the dorm room with Neville. Alone at last.

At long last. Ron thought sadly in the silence. Maybe he should ask someone to the Hogsmeade trip. He pushed the thought away fast enough. Not a chance. He wasn't about to be humiliated. Any girl he asked out would just laugh in his face, especially with blokes like Krum lying around. He lay there for what seemed like hours, until he fell asleep in his robes.

'Ron!' he heard Harry hiss the next morning.

'Wha'choo want?' he muttered sleepily.

He heard the screech of his hangings being pulled open.

'You slept in, Ron. Classes start in a half-hour.' Harry informed him, 'Remember? Transfiguration...?'

'Righ'...' Ron groaned sluggishly, dragging himself off of his four-poster and on to the floor.

'Get up yeh' great lazy bastard!' Seamus shouted in his thick Irish accent, throwing a pillow at Ron, 'Don' want to start slackin' off now! Hogsmeade trip tomorrow!' Seamus rubbed his hands together, 'And wer' findin' you a date.'

Oh bloody hell, he thought grimly. 'No, your not.' Was his weary reply.

'Fine!' said Dean, 'You can find one yourself.' He held up a piece of parchment, 'I've got a list of all the single girls in Ravenclaw right here.'

'I don't want to take anyone.' Ron snapped grabbing his maroon towel from his trunk.

'Clever!' Seamus said with a grin, 'He ain't takin' nobody, so he can get more than one, arencha' Ron?'

'No.' He repeated through the toothbrush that was now stuck in his mouth, 'I'm not taking anyone. Ever.'

'Why the hell not?!' Seamus cried.

'All of you can just fuck off!' bellowed Ron, spewing toothpaste all over the mirror and the sink. He thought of Hermione as he spat angrilly and rinsed his mouth out with Gergio's Magically Fresh Mouth Potion.

'I'm going to breakfast before I die of hunger.' And with that, Ron stomped out of the dormitory.

He stormed down the spiral staircase and out into the Common Room where he saw Hermione sitting. 'Hi Ron,' she said, taking two seconds from her furious letter writing to glance in his direction. She had just scrawled a ginormous heart next to her signature, 'Where is Harry and Neville?'

'Oh?' he growled thoughtlessly, 'Looking for more action are you? Your little fucking paper boyfriend not doing it for you?'

Hermione's expression shifted to one of shock and fury. 'Well, you're in luck. Those assholes are right up stairs plotting the best ways to get up your skirt. I'm sure you'd be interested since you're not actually getting any.'

Leaving Hermione stunned and gaping after him, Ron kept on his way. Striding past her and the Fat Lady without another word.

Fuck. Ron sprinted down the Seventh Floor corridor. He rounded the corner and took off down the Stairs at top speed. He always felt like an obstacle in Hermione's eyes. Ron knew he'd stepped way out of line. Being jealous of Krum was one thing, but claiming all the boys in Gryffindor Sixth year wanted to fuck Hermione was... He was practically asking for a good hexing. And it was an ultimately stupid thing to say.

So.. Ron thought to himself miserably, leaning against the wall for support, This is what rock bottom looks like. After rejecting and insulting his friends (who were only trying to help), he now felt completely alone. Might as well get used to it, he thought grimly.

His ears picked up a noise he sure as hell didn't want to hear. Voices. Ron bit his lip and saw their shadows cross the floor, approaching the entrance to the corridor. Taking a deep breath, he dove behind the statue of Boris the Bewildered.

'It looks fine!' That was Ginny's voice. His sister! She'd know what to do! He was about to walk out from behind the statue and confide everything in her when he was reminded of the presence of the other. 'I don't know..' Said the voice. He ducked deeper. The other voice was female. It sounded uneasy yet familiar. It was definitely someone he knew.

'I never thought the straight hair was really me.'

'Its definitely you, Lu.'

'I don't know...'

Dammit, hell! It was Loony Lovegood!

'Come on!" She urged, 'It's- Hi Harry!' He heard his sister stop mid-sentence. Her honey-sweet, sugary tone made Ron nauseous. 'Hi.' said Harry tonelessly.

'Have you seen Ron around?' demanded Neville. Even he sounded pissed and everyone knew Neville was a complete pansy.

'No.' said his sister, who sounded clueless.

'Why?' said Luna in an overly out-of-it voice.

'Don't be nervous, Luna.' Ginny hissed.

As they made their way down the hall, Ron ducked farther behind the statue. He remained out of sight on his hands and knees, listening as they passed.

'He told some rubbish to Hermione this morning.' Neville explained.

'He's jealous, Neville. Ron can't stand that he is a complete git and Krum asked Hermione out first. Again!' Harry sounded pretty pissed.

The truth sounded worse out loud that it did in Ron's head.

'Is he still on about that?' Ginny laughed. 'I thought for sure they'd get together after he and Lavender were through.'

'Once again he was too slow.' Harry muttered furiously. 'Can't expect her to wait around forever.'

'What did he say?' He heard Luna ask as they left. He only caught sight of a sweep of silky, long blonde hair. That was not the Luna he knew, it couldn't be. Probably another Luna around here.

Once he was sure that the coast was clear, Ron crawled to his feet with considerably aching knees and turned to sneak away in the opposite direction. He was startled to find his path obstructed by an extremely slimy and suspicious individual. Malfoy. Perfect, he thought grimly.

'What do you want?' Ron hissed, withdrawing backward into the wall. He disliked the feeling of Malfoy's damned breath on his face. He had gotten a little too close that time. Way too close. And his breath was.. minty? Good thing the git decided to brush.

'Now, now,' said Malfoy, pressing closer. 'Don't want to go snapping at me. Just wanted to have a little chat...' he smirked, fixing his grey eyes on Ron.

'I'm not in the mood for it, Malfoy,' Ron hissed. Escaping Malfoy's filthy hands proved difficult. 'I'm not in the mood for it at all.'

'Cranky are we, Weasel? Up all night? It's about time, too,' said the Slytherin, eyeing him up dangerously, 'I was wondering when you and Potter were going to start rocking the Gryffindor Tower all night long.'

Ron's face was burning. He wanted to kill Malfoy. It was the perfect time to take out his inner frustrations. Ron sized him up. Malfoy was as tall as he was and of a similar build. Hm. It would be a fair fight when Ron did him in. '..Pretty sure your voice has only just finished cracking...' Malfoy laughed.

Ron leered at Malfoy. This conjured a confused look from his enemy. Usually Ron wasn't so vile. 'At least I don't have a ferret face like you and I don't have to suck Snape's-'

Ron didn't have time to see Malfoy's reaction. Before he could tell what was happening, he was seeing black. Ron felt cold fists, delivering one blow after another. Painful and swift contacts, knocking him to the floor. No sooner had he been there on the ground, the perpetrator was at his side.

'Get the fuck up, Weasel!' he hissed quickly, hand fitting on Ron's shoulder. 'I didn't know you were such a pussy.'

Ron sputtered and shrugged Malfoy's disgusting hand off of his shoulder, 'You sucker punched me!' His stomach clenched, Malfoy was so close to his face. The invasion of personal space made Ron more on edge than usual.

'Did not,' Malfoy retorted cunningly, 'Sucker punches come from the back.' Malfoy held his position, examining the other with intrigue. 'Why didn't you fight back?'

'What's with you?' Ron barked, climbing to his feet. Malfoy shrugged, dusting nothing off of his pure black school robes. Prissy bastard.

'Go ahead, Weasley. Run back to your other little friends.' He smirked, eyes narrowing. 'Oh wait... you don't have any.'

Ron glared at Malfoy, one eye watering and swelling slightly. He was definitely going to end up with a Shiner. It felt a little bruised now, 'How did you know about that?'

Malfoy rolled his eyes, 'People talk, and its hard to not notice when Potter is pissed off.' Malfoy turned his eyes to the ground and hissed, 'Saint Potter.'

He grabbed Ron's chin and forced his face toward him, taking a look at the damage he'd done. Ron pushed him away. Fuckers awful touchy.

Ron chose his words carefully. 'Harry doesn't realize how aware he makes people of him.'

He observed Malfoy's expression and found him expectant. He must be up to something. Ron mused. This snake was the worst in the garden.

'Why the fuck are you talking to me anyway?' Ron asked suspiciously.

Malfoy shrugged, 'Its not like I have anything better to do. Maybe it would be nice if I could beat the shit out of you once in a while.'

Ron quirked a brow, 'Why? Don't you have something suspicious you could be doing?'

Malfoy shook his silvery hair, lifting his hand and applying pressure to Ron's fat lip with his thumb. Ron yelped in pain. 'Sorry– Well I've got better things to do since Father got taken into custody. I'm left alone. Nobody cares what I do. The end.' Everyone and their grandmother (including Neville's) knew that Lucius Malfoy had been arrested earlier in the year and that Draco was alone indefinitely.

Ron, too was alone. And terribly guilty for it. He had been a real dick to his friends. He should have just been happy for them and focused on being a better Keeper. Maybe then he'd even have some sex appeal. He decided then he would spend every free minute in the Quidditch Pitch. 'Looks like we're in the same boat.'

Malfoy snorted, tilting his head to the side, examining the bruise he'd left on Ron's freckled jaw. 'Please. I have a huge bank account filled with money. A separate account for all my needs.' Of course Malfoy would think Ron was talking about money. Ron felt a little sorry for him. He seemed unfazed by his own father being stuck in Azkaban.

'With father in Azkaban...' He drawled, withdrawing his wand pointing it at Ron's forehead. 'Epeskey!' Ron could feel his bruises tingle. The dull pain faded away. He felt his lip return to normal size. He blinked, mildly surprised. A healing Death Eater? Leave it to Malfoy.

'I don't have to follow any rules. I am an independent entity.'

Ron was impressed. He didn't know Malfoy had any magical talent. 'Thanks a lot.'

'C'mon downstairs, we'll get something to eat and go to class.'

Ron looked Malfoy up and down, he seemed serious.

'You want to go to class together?' Ron repeated in disbelief. Malfoy's eyes fixated on Ron's in a way that made him slightly uneasy. There was a sort of pull to them, a pull that seemed to draw him in. He'd even taken a subconscious step forward.

'Is that a problem, Weasel?'

Ron laughed under his breath. He couldn't think of a better way to hide from everyone in his house for the day. 'Fine, Ferret, We'll go to class.'

Ron and Malfoy sat in Transfiguration. McGonagall was teaching a lesson so boring, he didn't bother to pay attention.

Malfoy leaned lazily back in his seat, he hadn't so much as picked up a quill. Every so often, the Professor turned her back to the class to enchant notes on the board. Something about the method of transfiguring rocks into other items. Ron didn't bother to write anything down. Hermione wasn't there to force him.

When McGonagall's back was turned, Malfoy raised his wand and waved it in a silent circle. Ron watched as the parchment on her desk shuffled itself. Surely into an unintelligible mess. He forced himself to contain his laughter.

After she'd felt the entire class had retained her notes (which Ron certainly had not) she returned to her desk. Ron was bulging with internal hysteria. Malfoy was cool as ever.

Her expression was hilarious as she shuffled through the stack of parchment. Utter, momentary confusion. It took her ages to realize that the lessons had been shuffled. Her narrowed her eyes scanned the classroom as she flicked her wand. The parchment began to slowly rearrange itself. After twenty minutes, the class became rowdy and the Professor had lost patience.

Ron hated to admit it, but even if Malfoy was a slimy git who took part in questionable activities, he was an entertaining person to be around. It was though Malfoy thought himself above regulation. Elite. Being in his inner circle was not like being inside Harry's, who was humble.

Ron couldn't control himself and was choking on his own air in an attempt to restrain his laughter. McGonagall waved her wand silently, revealing the origin of the mishap. The stream lead right to Malfoy and by now Ron had burst out laughing. 'Malfoy, Weasley, detention!'

Twenty four eyes flickered in their direction all at once. No one had noticed they were sitting together. Harry's pissed off face was priceless as he snapped forward in his seat and stared bullets at the front wall. The Slytherins fixed vicious glares upon Malfoy. They didn't seem surprised but were obviously disgusted. Frankly, Malfoy looked like he didn't give a shit. He shrugged and whispered, '20 galleons says she'll make us dust the Trophy Room.'

Hours later, after dark, they were standing in the greenhouse with Professor Sprout. Ron elbowed Malfoy and said snarky, 'You owe me twenty galleons.' Malfoy sneered and dropped his backpack. 'I'll pay up later.'

Professor Sprout was busy. She was responsible for all the School's vegetables. She never had time for cleaning and the Greenhouse was always a disaster. She was in the middle of some crisis. Something about Flesh Eating Slugs and Knockturn Alley.

'Clean, organize, sweep, what have you! I'll be back in two hours.' Clearly, she had as much time for their detention as she had for cleaning.

'I'm not touching a damn thing!' Malfoy said disgusted, 'This place isn't fit to be called a classroom.'

Ron nodded, he had no opinion about the state of the classroom. He just liked the idea of slacking off. That, however meant being stuck in the Herbology lab for two hours.

Ron looked to his side and took the opportunity to observe his new companion. For once Malfoy didn't have a completely hateful look on his face. The perpetual sneering really distorted his looks. Without it, Ron knew he was extremely attractive. Rivaling Cedric Diggory.

'Well, I don't intend on wallowing in this filth. Let's ditch this place and head over to the lake.'

Before Ron could reply, Draco was out the door.

The grounds were fucking dark. Ron couldn't see a damn thing but Draco's silvery hair.

'Damn it you're slow, Weasel.' Draco said, waiting while Ron caught up. He fixed a glare in Malfoy's direction. 'I can't see a damn thing!'

Draco laughed, sounding triumphant. 'Sounds like I have the keener senses here.' Ron rolled his eyes.

Ron was beginning to get nervous. All he could imagine was hundreds of spiders crawling around his feet. They continued on through the patch of the dark forest and just when it seemed at it's blackest, the trees abruptly opened up to a wide panoramic view of the Black Lake. From there, they could see the lights of Hogsmeade twinkling in the distance. The moon was full and low in the sky and was almost as bright as the sun. Ron could see everything now.

There was an old park bench there, it seemed terribly out of place. As if it had washed up on shore. 'Malfoy. What is this place?'

Draco laughed grimly, sneer reclaiming his features. 'This place.' he spat into the darkness. Ron shifted uncomfortably, he'd never realized how intense Malfoy could be.

'I remember my father took me here in my second year.' he said, throwing a rock into the lake. It splashed in the distance.

'He told me, "Draco, great things are about to happen at Hogwart's. You will be given the privilege of growing up in a new era. You belong where others do not and one day, you will serve the greatest wizard of all time." I knew who he meant.' Draco paused and the silence echoed in Ron's ears. 'From the very beginning.'

'He also told me,' Malfoy continued, 'Not to associate with riff raff.'

Ron threw a rock at the lake, sending it skipping four times. Draco looked back at him impressed. 'You mean me and my family?'

Draco laughed darkly, 'Well, you're pure blood. It's your Father's line of work... He meant Potter and Granger...' He trailed off and gazed into the night, 'Especially Granger.'

When Draco turned on him, Ron was expecting an apology or a speech. With the moon out, he could see Malfoy very clearly. Ron had misjudged how near he was to Draco. He had stood only two feet away all the while. His sleek black robes fit his body like a glove. His eyes were deep and grey. Menacing. His hair instead of slicked back was soft and in disarray. His lips parted. They stood aloof from each other. Ron felt a gravity between them and responded to it with confusion.

Draco stepped toward him. In one stride they were only inches apart and Ron could once again feel Draco's hot breath on him. He lifted a hand, Ron watched as it became level with his face. He felt smooth fingers graze over his cheek and comb through his flaming hair, becoming entwined in the strands. Ron's body was alive, waves of energy pulsing through him. No!

Ron froze solid as Draco trailed his other hand across his chest. He opened his mouth to shout but the words became tangled in his throat. 'Too close for you, Weasel?' Malfoy asked with a smirk.

Throw him off! Ron screamed internally.

A glorious pink glow came over Malfoy's porcelain nose and cheeks. Ron could suddenly sense it coming. He could see Draco's expressions when his face wasn't screwed into a scowl. He seemed so animated. He was looking at Ron desperately. Hungry. 'Why are you doing this?' Ron whimpered.

'Because I can.'

His head spun wildly as Malfoy tilted his head and leaned toward him. Ron's body trembled when he felt Malfoy's soft lips press against his own. He stood there, mind blank of everything but the blood rushing through him and the sound of his heart thudding in his ears.

He felt Malfoy's cool tongue brush across his bottom lip. Unable to complete any thought whatsoever, Ron followed instinct. He parted his lips and allowed his tongue to graze along Draco's demanding muscle.

Malfoy's teasing fingertips worked through Ron's robes until he had reached the cotton shirt he wore beneath. He felt Malfoy grasp his sides with both hands and he shuddered. The electricity he felt flow through him rendered his limbs useless.

Ron took a deep breath, forcing his voice to remain as steady as possible. 'Wha- what are you doing, Malfoy?' He whispered weakly into Draco's demanding lips.

Draco's hands were slipping between the buttons of his shirt. As cold fingertips grazed his skin, Ron gasped. His breathing hiked to a heavy panting. He felt as though he wanted to run but had primal urges bubbling up from deep within that rooted him to the spot.

Ron felt Malfoy's hands sliding up his sides and back down again. Ron exhaled heavily, trying to pretend his whole body was not racked with waves of pleasure. He broke the kiss, grinding out his sentence, 'What the fuck are you doing, Malfoy?' He managed, before the Slytherin once again possessed his lips.

Draco refused to stop. Ron couldn't bring himself to stop him. He felt Draco tracing his talented fingers down his stomach, conjuring a disturbing hardness in his pants.

This is mental, he thought.

Malfoy smiled against his lips, 'Weasley, you don't look too good... Kind of red in the face.'

Ron shook his head, aroused and confused. 'Don't act stupid... What are you playing at...?' He breathed shakily.

He felt fingers trace his flesh again, causing a tingling beneath them. 'Ah..' he moaned under his breath, shuddering in bliss.

He knew if he were to run, it would be away from the wrongness of the whole situation. Run away from how good it felt. Run!

Ron considered bolting. When he tried his knees only buckled slightly. Draco's chest was heaving up and down, Ron could feel it against him. He turned his eyes up to meet the other's. Draco's gaze held yearning that immobilized Ron further. He was frozen, though he burned within.

This can't be real, he thought. It's all a crazy dream.

Before long, a sense of awareness surged through Ron and he broke away, pushing Malfoy with all his strength in the opposite direction. Ron stood, mouth agape and Draco straightened out his robes.

'I'll see you tomorrow in the library. After hours. ' Draco said before disappearing into the darkness.

Ron wanted to KILL Malfoy.

He was dead the next time Ron saw him.

Ron had wandered in that patch of forest until daylight. Finally he stumbled upon the path that lead back to the Herbology Lab. What the fuck did he think he was doing!? Ron's thoughts were on repeat. He was angry and disgusted. To his horror, his mind was plagued with the thought of it. Constantly. As he wandered all night.

'It's so fucking... fucked up!' Ron muttered to himself several times. He shook his head furiously as he passed Hagrid's hut. Attempting to shake the images loose. It played continually through his mind and as it did it coaxed a ghostly reminiscion of the disturbing sensations he had experienced within himself. He even felt it now, as his member stiffened.

Ron was sure he hated Malfoy for this...

At five o'clock in the morning, Ron found the boys showers and scrubbed himself for a long time. Though he couldn't wash Malfoy away. Ron even thought he could still smell him. Woodsy, minty. Positive adjectives. Dammit. He thought about Malfoy's tongue and in a wave of heat he was hard. Fuck! Whyy!?

He turned the cold water on full blast and stood there shivering. Slowly his hardness subsided. He had never refused himself an orgasm before unless he was in public. Always touching himself when he had the urge.

This time he wouldn't. He wouldn't do it. Not with what he was thinking. When Ron felt he'd learned his lesson he went to the Great Hall. He had spent three hours torturing himself in the lavatory.

He did his best to ignore the Slytherin table but he knew Draco's eyes were on him. He could feel them. Just ignore it. Ron told himself. He sat down near the group, forgetting they were in a fight. He wasn't sitting too close, thankfully. A safe enough distance.

'Hi.' said Harry.

'Hi.' Ron said into his goblet of pumpkin juice.

'Saw yeh' with Malfoy!' ' Seamus said, eyeing him up imposingly, 'What ar' yeh, bes' mates now?'

'Something like that.' Ron said dryly. Draco had really done a number on him yesterday. He knew he looked like shit. After wandering all night, he was exhausted. He ignored breakfast, another first. He felt he really had to punish himself for this.

The Great Hall flooded with hundreds of species of owls. They flew this way and that, dropping the mail next to the breakfast of it's respective student. A great Harpy Eagle soared directly over Ron's head. He even felt the wind of its wing.

It a rare bird, prized by powerful Wizards.

The Harpy seemed irritated. Upon closer observation Ron saw Pigwidgeon buzzing around him, squealing in excitement. Of course it would drop a black package into Draco's lap, squawking furiously at Ron's tiny Owl. When the whole show had cleared off, Ron refused to look at Draco.

'Must drive you mad,' Neville said bitterly, 'Having to work with him.'

'Its not that bad..' Ron heard himself say.

'Ron, come on!' Harry snapped, 'You started this. We know what this is about. Just ask a girl out and everything will be normal again.'

Ron glared at him, taking another swig of his pumpkin juice. He remembered now, why he'd turned to Draco. 'I told you, I don't want a girlfriend.'

Seamus laughed obnoxiously, 'Is it a boyfrien' you want then, eh?'

Ron slammed down his empty goblet and snapped at Seamus, 'You can shut up, you fucking smartass.' He lifted himself from the table and grabbed his backpack.

'Malfoy has really rubbed off on him.' Hermione muttered into a roll of parchment.

'Weasley!' called a voice.

Fuck, what a shitty time for Draco to turn up. Harry stared at Ron, mouth hanging open. All too soon Draco was at his side, glaring icily at the others. 'What are you doing with them?'

Harry was the first to stand, ready to defend. To his own surprise Ron snorted, 'Leaving them.' Seamus looked so mad it was as if he where about to shoot through the ceiling and into the next country.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed as Ron turned on him, heading briskly into the Entry Hall of the Castle.

'Weasley, Stop!' Draco commanded from a few meters behind him. Ron kept off toward the Dungeon for Potions, determined to ignore Draco. What a miserable morning. And class wasn't starting for twenty minutes. Time to actually do some homework and later, the Quidditch Pitch.

Then he heard Malfoy again, 'Weasley!' Ron refused to reply. He did not want to see Malfoy. He wanted to pretend Draco Malfoy didn't exist. So Ron didn't kill him.

Then he heard him again. 'Ron! Answer me!'

Ron's breath was stolen from his chest. Malfoy had never called him "Ron". Something in the tone or the rhythm with which Malfoy pronounced his name was mesmerizing. He had never expected his name to roll so deliciously from a person's lips. Unable to disobey the power of Draco's voice, he wheeled around immediately. Draco had caught up to him quickly and they were face to face. Their noses only inches apart. They leered at each other.

'Leave me alone.' Ron hissed threateningly.

Draco sneered, 'Why should I, Weasel?'

'Because I fucking told you to!' he shouted, gesturing angrily.

Whether it was out of desire or hatred, Ron lunged for Draco. Pinning him between himself and the wall. Their bodies pressed against one another. He watched as Malfoy's expression changed.

He was now looking longingly at Ron, his lips wet and parted. Ron's eyes fell upon them and he shifted awkwardly. He experienced a surge of emotion as he became very aware of the heat radiating from the other. His pelvis jerked forward on it's own and he had to stifle a groan of ecstasy. Get away now! Part of him screamed.

Ron could not bring himself to draw away from the pleasure that now tore through him. The gravity of his attraction too great. The manner in which his body fit against Draco's was to him; a revelation. They locked eyes again and his heart was racing. Draco's eyes were dark grey, like a great menacing storm. They were impossible to refuse.

The bizarre irresistible magnetism returned and with it, Ron leaned hypnotically forward but stopped himself just short of Draco's lips.

Malfoy moaned impatiently and touched his lips to Ron's. The warmth that rushed over him was so incredible he grabbed Draco's shoulders just to maintain his balance and exhaled in delight. What am I doing? He thought, embracing Malfoy before shuddering and pushing him reluctantly aside.

'Are you fucking CRAZY!' Ron growled. Malfoy steadied himself and glared at Ron. The sting in his eyes was obvious even to Ron, who choked on his own air.

'So this is what I get is it?' Malfoy hissed.

Ron had planned on turning and leaving right there. He could have gone down the corridor and this whole thing would've been over. However Ron chose to stay. Not only did he fear he would never experience such excitement again, the rejection in Malfoy's voice gripped him and twisted his insides.

He chose then to pursue Draco. For reasons even he could not yet fathom. 'What you get for what?'

Draco looked away, expression vacant.

'Okay.' he sighed. Malfoy turned his silvery gaze onto Ron, who shifted uneasily. 'I'll meet you tonight after hours.'

Malfoy straightened up, forever fixing his robes. He seemed relieved. 'All right.' he said in a velvety voice, arrogance returning. 'See you then.'

When Ron entered the Library that night, it was thankfully deserted. Every candle was out save for one corner in the back, encased in shelves. Ron followed the light through the maze of books until he found Draco. Legs stretched out and his arms crossed. He was glaring smugly into the dimly lit corner. 'You're late, Weasel.'

God Malfoy knew how to piss him off. His anger didn't last long. He saw Draco had the package with him. 'You didn't specify a time.' Ron muttered.

Malfoy stood, face sarcastic. He gestured to the black box the Harpy Eagle dropped off earlier. 'That is yours.'

Ron was confused. He gave Draco a quizzical look. This had his attention. Draco had gotten him a gift? He quirked a brow and removed the lid. Inside were robes. Black school robes. Nice ones. Not unlike the ones Malfoy was wearing. They looked expensive.

'Never refuse a gift from a Malfoy.' Draco warned. 'Besides, I owed you twenty galleons.' Twenty Galleons? Ron swallowed. 'Wow, Draco.' he said. Draco half smiled. Ron guessed that was all he was capable of. 'Don't get all sappy on me, Weasley.' Draco turned to leave the space. 'Put them on.'

Ron was quick about it. Years of waking up with only minutes left made him an expert. He could tell just by looking down he looked good. He needed no mirror.

He didn't want to draw any attention by calling out, so he set off through the book shelves to find Malfoy. Ron walked for five seconds before he felt hot breath on the back of his neck. 'Ah, Weasley,' Draco said smoothly, 'You look better already.'

'Why are you doing this?' Ron asked suddenly. Draco stepped closer, putting his hands on Ron's shoulders. 'I told you last night. Because I can.'

And then Draco's hot lips were on his own. Oh god, Ron thought, This so wrong.

Ron sighed out in ecstasy as Draco's tongue invaded his mouth. When Draco pulled away, he brushed a hand through Ron's thick red curls. 'Finally giving into my charm and good looks?'

Ron glared at him, 'You are doing this to me because you can. I don't know why I am doing this.' he repeated in disgust.

'You won't stop me.' Was Draco's smooth yet informative reply.

It was true. Ron wasn't going to stop him. Malfoy could do anything he wanted to him. He wanted to feel the things Draco was making him feel. As wrong as the things he was feeling were.

'Now that you're wearing... proper robes.' he said carefully. Still insulting, but Ron gave him credit for trying. 'We can be seen together in public. Let's get wasted at the Hog's Head.' Ron wasn't going to object. How could he? Malfoy had bound him with an expensive gift.

'Fine.'