A/N I own nothing as you all know. I also got the inspiration for this fanfiction from this permalink to tumblr. Take out the spaces to get to it. ( greendrapple . tumblr post / 45666267302 / watchful - ron # notes) It is very obviously a Drarry fanfiction so if you're not into that, get off now. Cover image credit goes to ( art/drarry-6-194365764)

Rating T: Warning(s)- Implications of sexual activities.

Harry groaned in exhaustion as he flopped down on his bed in the boys dormitory. Angelina had pushed them to their breaking points in preparation for the upcoming match against Ravenclaw. It was enough that Umbridge kept giving him detentions nonstop and his hand had not yet healed from her brutal scarring of his hand with the inscription, I must not tell lies. Now, it seemed that Angelina blamed him for not being at practices and had gone so far to lose her temper and say that if he really wanted to be on the team, he would put in the time! 'That's complete bullshit,' he thought with a hint of resentment. Harry had never had it easy, ever.

His wallowing however was interrupted when Ron also came trudging in, also exhausted but with an unreadable expression directed towards Harry. Ron paused in walking to his bed and slowly turned around, ears beginning to turn the faintest shade of red. "Well, umm, Harry…"

"Anything wrong Ron?"

"You see I….. well you-..." he sighed quietly. "I saw you and Malfoy exchanging paper messages at Potions." He fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other obviously uncomfortable with this conversation.

Harry merely raised his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner. "And? What are you implying Ron?"

Ron grew even redder. "Well, exchanging paper messages 'secretly' is quite..."

"Ron, it doesn't mean that just because of that, Malfoy and I are already... ummm... friends, or anything." Harry's cheeks began to tint slightly.

"But Harry, I saw you two walking together last night, last midnight!" He said indignantly, becoming a bit angry.

"Wait, don't tell me you-" Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, horror showing in his jade eyes.

"Going to the Room of Requirements Harry!" The implications in his voice were clear.

"Fine, but it doesn't mean that Malfoy and I have some kind of a secret intimate relationship. Well, if that's what you're trying to say..." Harry feigned indifference to his best friend's words.

"I saw those bloody glances between you two Harry! Merlin knows just when did you start eye-fucking with Malfoy." Ron's previous embarrassment had been moved aside for the rage and disgust thriving in his mind.

Harry protested futilely, "Could you even hear yourself Ron?! It's just so impossible for me to even like that ferret!"

Ron seemed like he was going to explode with the hatred written all over his expressions. "Oh yeah?!" He angrily whipped around, stomping towards a box next to his bed and pulled out an object which he only held with the very tips of his forefinger and thumb. "I saw this the other day under your bed while I was looking for something, Harry."

Comprehension dawned on Harry's face and he looked like he was on the verge of collapse. He breathed out, "Oh no…"

"And don't you ever say this green brief with a Slytherin logo and D.M. initials is yours."

A/N Just a quickie I needed to write to get my writer's block out of my head so I can at least finish both my analytical essays :)