"Ron, just listen to me!" Harry exclaimed, following the fuming red-head into the common room.
"Fuck off, Harry!" the boy shouted. "What could there be to hear? You were snogging Malfoy, for fuck's sake!"
"Ronald, please," Hermione pleaded, looking back and forth between the two boys. Draco Malfoy stood a few feet behind Harry, unsure of whether or not following the group into Gryffindor common room had been the best idea.
"Stay out of it, Hermione!" Ron shouted, rounding on the girl. "You can't tell me you aren't upset by this!"
"I-I'm not."
"You're mental. I thought I was your best mate, Harry! He's the enemy! He's been nothing but a git to us for six years, and then you go off and snog him! Have you been screwing him too?"
"Ronald!" Hermione gasped, scandalized.
"Yeah, I have, Ron," Harry replied haughtily, no longer concerned with keeping things a secret. "Draco and I have been shagging for about six months now. Is that what you wanna hear, Ron? Do you wanna hear that night after night we've had sex in the dorm while you were sleeping just a few feet away? Do you wanna hear about the time we sucked each other off after Quidditch practice while half the team was showering? Or how about the time I blew off studying with you so I could fuck him—and that we ended up doing it on your bed?"
"Harry," Draco mumbled, gripping the boy's arm. His face was red. He couldn't believe Harry had told them so much.
"Get your hands off him, you fucking faggot!" Ron hissed, his eyes throwing such hatred at the blonde that they were likely to start spitting flame.
"Ronald!" Hermione gasped in shock, her hands coming up to cover her mouth.
"Fuck this!" Ron continued. "You wanna fuck around with Malfoy, be my guest. But I'm not going to have anything to do with it. It's now or never, Harry—the point of no return. You have to choose: us or him—your best friends or your new fuck-buddy? Which is it?"
"Ronald, this is ridiculous—"
"Make your choice!"
"Harry, really, you don't have to—"
"Draco!" Harry shouted, reaching back to the grip the blonde's hand a little tighter than necessary. "I choose Draco!" Silence fell, so heavy on the air it was almost palpable. Draco watched with baited breath while Hermione stared in horror between the brunette and the redhead, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Fine," Ron muttered darkly, shooting one last glare at the pair before turning on his heel and storming up the dormitory stairs. He stopped just outside the door to their room. "C'mon, 'Mione. Harry'd rather fuck the school ferret than hang out with us."
Hermione glanced frantically between Ron at the top of the stairs and Harry in the center of the room, holding Draco's hand. She bit her lip, fresh tears coming with more force now.
"Hermione!" Ron snapped, irritated. She mumbled something that sounded like 'I'm sorry' and rushed up the stairs to the girls' dorm, slamming the door shut behind her. Ron shook his head and stepped into the dorm, slamming his door as well.
Harry glared at the door where the redhead had disappeared for a few moments more before turning and heading out the portrait hole, tugging the blonde behind him. Draco followed, still stunned at what he'd just witnessed and wondering if the whole thing had really happened at all. Had Harry really just chosen him over his friends?
Author Note
This may or may not become a chaptered fic. I haven't decided quite yet...
Inspired by a wallpaper I made and posted on my DeviantArt account. (drarry4-ever)
Written because I do enjoy making Ron into a complete bastard. : )