Author: Temperance

Category: Angst, mad drama, and sex sex sex! SLASH!!! Slash is a relationship between two people of the same sex, i.e. male and male, female and female. Same sex! Do you get it? This story is a male/male slash fic with some female slash built in. It's chalked full of slashy goodness. Other than the SLASH-iness the categories are Ron/Harry, Ron/Draco, Ron/everybody (what can I say, I like Ron), and some Hermione/Pansy Parkinson. Just a reminder, this story is all about the slash.

Disclaimer: This is just your standard bullshit disclaimer that lets everyone know that I don't own these characters. Just the naughty things I've made them do. Seriously though, don't sue me. I'm just a poor penniless little girl. Harry Potter (and associated characters, likenesses, concepts, etc.) belongs to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, Inc. AOL/Time Warner, Inc., among others. Crossover series (and associated characters, likenesses, concepts, etc.) belong to their respective parties. No money is being made and no infringement or disrespect to the creators/ copyright holders is intended.

Rating: There's some drug use and a lot of swearing (damn dirty trash mouth!) so I've got to rate it R for most of it. So no children allowed.

Spoilers: None, and all five books. Because I'm not following a plot. Or at least I wasn't when I started this, it was supposed to be just a quick lust filled romp (200+ pages later). There is no big bad this is all just about the sex, and maybe the love. But mostly the sex.

Summary: Ron and Harry are in love and Draco is jealous. How jealous? Jealous enough to put Ron's life in jeopardy and even defy his family name? I know the summary sucks but I still think you should read it anyway.

Author's Note: I just wanted to point out a few things that may be helpful in reading/reviewing this story.

1. (and I think this is the most important of all of them, hence the number one) I AM NOT A GUY! I have no idea what being a guy is like or guy on guy sex.

2. I am not British. I think I may have the basics of brit slang but being an American I just don't give a fuck if I use it correctly or at all. So if I say ass instead of arse it's because I hate the word arse (bad example) but I do love oi. I might use it a lot.

3. Spare me all of the, "gay and lesbians are disgusting" blah blah "immoral" blah "going to hell" blah blah "children's book you disgusting pervert" flames because I really do get enough of it in my head.

4. For some reason I've chucked myself into Malfoy's head so every time his brain is speaking like this: **blah, blah, blah** it's me and I have no idea why I did it, I just like it better that way. Gives Malfoy someone to talk to.

**Ron's POV**

I'm in potions class again. Potions, the one class that I hate more than divination. Why, in our sixth year, are we still taking potions with the Slytherins?

Stupid Slytherins, and Malfoy the most of all. He's at the table behind where Harry and I are working at. Potions, and a test to boot. Harry's taken most of the hard parts leaving the easy parts for me. He does it so I have an easier time and so I don't have so much that is contingent on me doing a good job but sometimes it makes me think that he thinks I'm stupid.

So I'm starting on the last part of what I'm supposed to be doing, cutting the liver wart, and Harry is in the middle of his substantially harder job of measuring out all of the ingredients and pouring them in the right order into the cauldron.

I bring my knife up to make the first chop of liver wart when I feel it again. He's glaring at me. It's like having someone breathe on your neck. All of the hairs there just stand up and I feel the weight of his stare upon me.

I know that if I turn my head just an inch to the right I'll see him. He'll bore his steal gray eyes into mine and smirk in my face. Then he'll say something or do something and I'll react. I'll yell at him, or hit him, or throw my cutting knife at his face.

The bloody git, he hasn't even done anything yet and I'm already angry enough to break his face.

I slam the knife down on the table creating a severe sounding snap. I begin to cut the liver wart with the same jerking hard motions as I mutter a stream of obscenities to no one.

Harry reaches over and touches my hand gently with the back of his hand letting his fingers trail across it. He only lets the gesture last so long. Can't let anyone know that he's gay. Can't let anyone suspect it.

I take a calming breath and continue to chop trying to make the liver wart exactly three centimeters each. Carefully and meticulously.

It was a small gesture from Harry but I know it meant a lot. If anyone ever found out about Harry...

In our fifth year, after Harry had kissed Cho, he had discussed with me his attraction to both boys and girls. But eventually the girls part had drifted away. Sometime during the summer Harry spent at my house and secretly dated the muggle boy in the town I'm pretty sure.

Harry had asked me, about a month before it was time to return to school, if I hated him for being gay. He was crying and I wanted very much to let him know that I was okay with it. But how was I, in the next two minutes, going to let Harry know that I was okay with his gay status?

So my mouth started working with out consent from the rest of my body. I told Harry I was glad he was so unafraid and could tell me he was gay because it made it easier for me to tell him I was too.

I became aware of the words only after they left my mouth.

Harry had been astounded, then excited, elated, ecstatic, and then he didn't believe me. Harry told me that if I couldn't handle it I could just tell him and he would go back to the Dursley's for the rest of the summer.

Harry was going to leave?! Harry, my best friend, was going to leave me alone, in the burrow, and for the first time in my life the girls would completely outnumber the boys. Bill and Charlie were off doing something for Dumbledore and the order, Fred and George were busy with their joke shop in London, Percy was too proud to admit he was wrong about the fight with Dad and wouldn't come back home. My mum, Hermione, and Ginny were already taking over even with my dad, Harry, and me being there. Well dad not so much but he always came home.

Think of all of the disgusting things that they would force me to converse about if Harry left. As it was they were always talking about disgusting girly things. "That time of the month", clothes shopping, shoe shopping, all shopping in general, and boys. They were like an estrogen plague and we were barely surviving. If Harry left I would be alone to fight them off. I mean how long does it take someone to buy a skirt anyway? If you're a girl about three hours, that's how long.

This was unacceptable, Harry had to stay. I had asked how I could prove to him that I was telling the truth. He told me to kiss the local boy he had dated for awhile, he said that that was why they broke up because the boy had a crush on me.

I made a disgusted face and his lower lip began to tremble. I did the only thing I could think of, or rather I acted without thinking. I grabbed him and kissed him firmly on the lips. It was strangely exhilarating and enjoyable. The kiss had lasted longer than most of my so-called 'make out' sessions with Hermione and had raised a million questions about myself. All in all I enjoyed it, a lot.

When I kissed Hermione her lips were always drawn tight and she pulled away from me quickly after starting. But Harry, after his initial shock, had soft lips that he moved against mine. Lips that he pressed firmly against mine, lips that were warm and inviting.

The kiss was broken when there was a knock on the door and we flew apart, Harry landed with a thud on the floor. My brothers had arrived, all of them, and Harry and I were sharing a room with Fred and George. I guess I wouldn't be alone to face the onslaught of female hormones. But it was too late, I felt something when I kissed Harry and I couldn't wait to feel it again.

So for the next month Harry and I had a few make out sessions where I got farther with Harry than I had ever gotten with Hermione or any girl. Some petting under the table at meal times, not to mention all of the friendly slash accidental touching.

Then, one month later, we had returned to Hogwarts where we could practice magic and let me just say the silencing spell is a blessing. I had lost my virginity three nights after we had arrived.

Virginity to a man, is that the same as to a girl? I could lose it to a girl anyway. I could just grab a girl, even Loony Luna Lovegood, and give her a go just to say I'd lost all of my virginity.

I love fucking Harry, I love kissing Harry. I love taking Harry's rock hard cock into my mouth until I taste his cum down my throat. I love the way he tastes. I love that Harry loves me, I love that he chants it when he cums. On the whole I love Harry, I know I do. He's my soul mate. The one person I could be with for the rest of my life.

But if the ministry ever found out that Harry was gay...

No! Not Harry! Not the boy who lived! He cannot be gay! Not the boy who defeated He-who-must-not-be-named! Not the savoir of the wizarding world! He cannot be gay! He is not gay!

Ahh yes, the boy who lived is also the boy who loves my cock up his ass.

I had never thought much about the fact that I fancied boys until I kissed Harry. I just told myself that it was normal and I would marry some girl even if I had to think of Tom Lepski, the chaser for the Bulgarian quidditch team, to get aroused. But now I don't have to worry because I have Harry. Once he defeats He-who-must-not-be-named and the ministry people aren't breathing down his neck we can move in together.

But what about now? What do I do until then? Harry can't come out but can I? I love Harry, I don't want to lose him, but what am I going to do with my soul mate at sixteen? It should be illegal to find your soul mate at such a young age. Harry's all I've ever had. Will I never sleep with another person?

There it is again, that prickly feeling on the back of my neck. I know I shouldn't but I tilt my head a fraction to the right and I can see him. He's glaring at me like he's been doing. No, not exactly like always. He doesn't see that I see him and it looks like he's staring at my thigh. It had gotten hot in potions, right after it was announced that we were having a test, and I'd taken off my robe.

Now, while sitting on the annoying potion's stool, my gray school pants are pulled snug against my muscular thighs. Muscular thanks to all of the quidditch practice.

Stupid Malfoy, he's probably planning some stupid trick on me.

I finish cutting the liver wart and deposit it into the cauldron. Harry is still measuring out his ingredients and putting them into the cauldron. Harry keeps leaning against me and brushing up against me to get to the ingredients and the cauldron which were positioned on my side of the table.

Finished with my half of the potion I sit and watch him working quickly. His green eyes focused on the task. His brow furrowed in concentration. His lips pursed and dark hair falling into his eyes. I reach out to push a strand of his hair out of his eyes and have to stop myself before anyone sees it.

We can't show that type of emotion. No one can know we're gay. Hmm... I guess I can't come out.

Can't show desire. But if I jerk him off under the table no one can see so there is no way to be found out. I'm not only a closet homosexual I'm also a closet exhibitionist.

I snake my hand quickly over to his leg and glide it up in between his legs. He jumps slightly and his eyes become wide as he looks around to see if anyone has seen this but he doesn't pull away from my rubbing and kneading. We've done this a million times, in this class alone. The only bad parts are if you accidentally cum in your pants or if you moan out loud. There is a simple spell to clean up a wet mess but someone would notice you wave your wand at your crotch for no reason. You could always spill something on your lap and hope Snape doesn't ridicule you too much.

I run my index finger up and down Harry's rapidly hardening cock before continuing to rub and knead it. I love this, the way I can have this effect on him. I can make him want me at anytime, in any place, no matter who else is around. I love that he's already looking at the ingredients with heavy, lust lidded eyes and even though I can't hear him panting I can see his chest rising and falling faster and faster. I crave more, I need more. I don't know where this sudden need to have him came from. I wonder if anyone will notice if I get under the table and suck him off right now.

I'm not stupid, very horny, but not stupid. I know they'll see me. But I need more than just rubbing through his pants. I lightly unbutton his pants and cough as I unzip them. I reach inside his pants and into his boxers. Harry begins to look around again with those wild frightened eyes and I can't help but think how much more attractive this makes him. He should really stop because I'm already fighting the urge to grab him, kiss him, push him against the desk and fuck him right here in front of Snape and everybody.

I wrap my hand around his cock and relish the twitch of his hips against my hand and the way Harry clamps his jaw to stop from moaning and clamps his eyes shut. I begin moving my hand up and down the length of his hard flesh.

"Professor Snape," Malfoy nearly screams behind us.

I had forgotten that he was behind us in my lust-induced haze. I quickly pull my hand away and Harry fixes his pants.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," Snape glides over to where Malfoy is sitting.

He's going to tell on us. He is right behind us, he had to have seen us. How stupid could I be?

"Goyle is cutting the liver wart wrong. I need a new partner," Malfoy says in his usual superior drawl.

Snape looks around the room quickly before his eyes fall upon me. I've done my part, I have nothing to occupy myself with. No way of pretending to be busy.

"Weasley," Snape glares at me.

"Yes professor," I ask.

"Change partners with Malfoy," he instructs.

I don't want to seem stupid but I'm really confused. I look over to Harry and he has an equally confused look on his face. Does he mean I get Goyle and Harry should go with Malfoy or Goyle come up by Harry and I go back by Malfoy?

Harry and I are obviously not the only ones confused because Snape sighs heavily and addresses us all, "Goyle and Weasley change seats."

I glower at my things as I throw them callously into my bag. Muttering uselessly to myself. I stop when I feel something bump the back of my legs and my stool gets pulled away from me. I turn to see Goyle taking my chair while depositing his own. I snicker at his complete brain deadness and Snape becomes outraged.

"Goyle get out! Leave my class at once! Go and sit out in the hall!" Snape bellows from behind his desk, "if you can't even follow a simple instruction like change your seat then there is no way you can accomplish such a difficult potion as this is."

Goyle turns seven shades of red before grabbing his things and running from the room while Gryffindors and Slytherins laugh heartily.

"Weasley grab that stool and take a seat next to Malfoy," Snape instructs me while sitting down in his chair again.

I grab the stool with a scowl and have to force back the idea to hit Malfoy across the face with it just to wipe of that smirking grin. I set it down as far away from him as the table will allow and grumble about what a slimy git he is.

"You should finish cutting up the liver wart," Malfoy instructs me.

I glare at him for a moment before picking up the knife and convincing myself that it's really not worth it to stab him. I begin to cut the liver wart trying desperately to throw myself into cutting it and forget that I have to help out Malfoy instead of giving my boyfriend a hand job.

Harry. I look up at Harry who I notice is peeking over his shoulder at me every few seconds.

That's not very inconspicuous. I wonder if Malfoy could have seen what we were doing from this angle? If Harry were close enough to me then he couldn't have but if Harry were even a few inches away from where I think he was then Malfoy could have seen the whole show.

Forget about Malfoy. Who cares if he saw anything, he didn't say anything so he must not have.

I look back down to the liver wart that I stopped cutting and I see that even though I was so focused on cutting it, it was almost perfect before I touched it. If anything I've made it worse. If Goyle wasn't doing a bad job cutting the liver wart why did Malfoy say he was?

I glance to my left and see Malfoy bent down low measuring the dragon's bane carefully. His normally perfect white blond hair falling slightly into his eyes. I wonder how he can see like that. When my hair falls into my eyes I have to push it out of the way before it drives me insane. Even a small strand could cause a nervous break down in me.

Malfoy, the slimy, disgusting, infuriatingly sexy boy standing next to me working furiously to finish the potion.

What's going on here? Malfoy should be making me do all of the work. Why isn't Malfoy being a jackass and did I just think he was sexy? I did, I thought he was sexy.

I glance over at him again before returning my eyes quickly to the liver wart in front of me.

It's not like he's ugly. He's just a smug bastard and his bad attitude makes him undesirable to me. His eyes could be beautiful if they weren't always filled with malice and hate. His hair looks rather nice when he lets it fall free around his face. His face isn't that bad either and his skin looks less sickly yellow than I thought it would and more like soft silk. I bet it would feel soft and warm underneath my fingers, or my lips.

What the hell am I doing?! This is Malfoy. Malfoy the bastard who is always making fun of how poor my family is and that Hermione isn't from a pureblood wizarding line and that Harry even exists. Malfoy is not someone I should be thinking about in any way besides murderous. Let alone a sexual one.

Stop thinking about Malfoy and just cut this damned liver wart! I command myself.

I resume my chopping trying to keep it as perfect as it had been before I started to hack it to pieces. Harry glances back over his shoulder at me and I try to flash him a reassuring smile but Malfoy looks up at me at that second.

"Are you almost done with that Weasley, or do you need to wait until the potion boils away?" Malfoy sneers at me.

I wonder if I chopped my finger off if Madame Pomfrey could grow it back. Maybe if I just cut myself really deep, just deep enough to get out of class and not have to be so close to killing Malfoy.

I finish cutting the liver wart without an 'accidental' knife mishap and thrust it in Malfoy's direction. He doesn't take it from me or even acknowledge that I'm there. So I jump off of my stool and lean over him to deposit it into the cauldron. He has to stop measuring the belladonna long enough for me to reach in front of him and throw in my part.

I can feel his breath against my ear coming in raged tiny pants of anger. Yeah well on all of the other tables the cauldron is on the other side of the table so don't complain to me. But I suppose that if Goyle was my partner I would want the cauldron on my side too.

I finish carefully dropping the liver wart into the cauldron and walk back over to my stool and sit down. Stupid Malfoy. I cross my arms over my chest and pout. I have no idea why I am doing such a childish thing but I can't stop it now that I've started.

I look over at Malfoy and glare at him. He isn't pouring or measuring, he's just sitting there, belladonna in one hand, beaker in the other, looking flushed and panting heavily. Isn't he supposed to be doing something?

"Is that all you needed? Cause then I'll go back to my seat," I spit out angrily.

He doesn't turn his head or look at me or even say a word, he just thrusts a vile of wolfs bane at me and a beaker. Then he continues to measure out the belladonna.

He's doing this on purpose. I know he is. He just likes to see me completely unhappy. Well I can grit my teeth and suffer through the last twenty minutes of potions. He's not going to get under my skin today.

I look up at the board where the ingredients for the potion are written and see how much wolf's bane to measure before I start pouring into the beaker. Once I have enough I lean back over Malfoy and pour it slowly into the cauldron. He growls at the interruption of his work and I can feel his chest vibrate against my arm that leans on him. His raged panting angry breaths are hot against my throat. Then I feel it. Like a terrible mistake, a twittering feeling in the pit of my stomach. His breath feels good on my neck, sensual, and for a moment I forget that he's probably ready to kill me and I just enjoy the feeling wishing he would bring his lips down to my neck and kiss it.

As if this thought burned my body I reel back away from the cauldron and Malfoy at the same time. I look at Harry fearfully as if he could read my mind and would be angry with me. But he's working diligently on his potion and while he's a gifted wizard, reading minds isn't something he can do. I hope he can't.

As I'm looking at Harry I feel a light trickle onto my leg and when I look down I see that I've got a whole bottle of Hecate's inferno seeping through my pant leg.

I jump up off of my stool letting it crash down nosily and causing everyone in class to turn and look at me. It burns and I'm almost screaming while trying desperately to undo my belt.

Must take off pants. Pants are burning my leg. Must get off pants.

Ninety percent of my brain is in agreement to take off my pants and who am I to disagree. I whip off my belt and quickly undo my pants pulling them down and off of my body then throwing them across the room. But my leg still burns but even the ninety- percent of my brain that's incessantly screaming to take off my boxers too won't make me take them off.

"Weasley," Snape says annoyed.

For a moment I look around and the pain is gone, buried underneath the embarrassment of being in my skivvies in front of the entire class. Not only standing there while the entire class watches me hop up and down but I also stripped for them. I allow myself to be mortified before the searing pain returns and I winces but try to remain completely still and remember I'm only wearing boxers.

"Spilt some Hecate's inferno on yourself?" Snape asks with a malicious grin, "hurts a little does it? They say it burns like lava continuously rolling over the place it touches skin. It will wear off of course but it will hurt one hell of a lot until then. Go down to the infirmary, you're of no further use in this class."

I, I spilt Hecate's inferno on myself! No that annoying asshole Malfoy spilt it on me. It's a bit convenient how earlier he was looking at my thigh and now I have a inferno raging over it. I hate Malfoy. I hate that just two seconds ago I was getting hard wishing he would touch me.

I try to walk but I find that moving my leg causes it to hurt more so I stand in one place and look over at Harry helplessly. Harry, who I hadn't seen before in the swirling vortex of pain and embarrassment is looking at me with a sick horrified expression.

People are going to notice something if he doesn't stop, I muse to myself, this is more than just friendly concern on his face. It could be translated into a severe need to be the hero, but then you'd be grasping at straws.

"Professor," I barely grind out.

Talking is a lot harder than I thought with pain sweeping through your body.

"Yes, Weasley," Snape asks in a bored voice.

"I don't think he can walk sir," Harry speaks for me.

"Didn't even dilute the solution? Yes, I suppose it's even worse than I described. The pain that is." Snape looks at me for a moment as if weighing his options, "Goyle," He says finally and Goyle comes running in from the hallway, "take Weasley here to the infirmary."

I began to wonder how exactly Goyle was going to take me to the hospital wing. Was Snape going to conjure a stretcher? I was soon mortified to know that Goyle was going to carry me like I was a baby to the infirmary. He threw my right arm around his shoulder, his left arm around my back and his right arm under my legs. He picked me up like I were an infant and with in seconds we are trudging down to the infirmary. I can hear laughter coming from the Slytherins as Goyle carries me down the hall at his lumbering pace. And the piaze de résistance, it's time to change classes.

I'm going to make Malfoy pay for this.