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Rating: T for language and minor sexual references

Pairing: RW/DM

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Please read! (This story coincides with Ron and the Draco Problem!!Read that first!)

He had to calm down, he had to get a grip on himself. It wasn't the end of the world…after all, he would have found out sooner or later. It was just all a matter of timing. Damn himself and fucking timing! If there was one thing that all Malfoys were great at, it was timing. But no. Oh no. Draco Malfoy was an unknown failure at timing. It was no one's fault but his own…and Weasley's.

Weasley. Draco sighed deeply as he sank down to the floor of his Head Boy suite. He thought of how lucky it was that he had his own rooms. It wouldn't do at all for anyone to see him lose face at a time like this. Time. "Shit!" he swore out loud to no one in particular, "here we are with the timing thing once again."

"Draco--"

The pale blonde head snapped up in surprise, silver eyes locking on a pair of light brown ones. He quickly set his mask back in place--a look of nothingness. "What do you want Blaise?" Said Slytherin shut the door silently behind himself and took a seat on the plush armchair by the door across from his friend. "I just wanted to know if you were alright. You left the library rather abruptly," Draco shot him a lethal look. Blaise ignored it and continued, "After you talked to the Weasley girl."

Draco once again shot his friend a deadly look, but said nothing. It didn't really matter that Blaise Zabini was perceptive and commented on what he saw. Draco Malfoy was just as perceptive but much more dangerous and he knew that his best friend would tell no one of what transpired.

"You know Draco, one who knew you well might say you're developing a soft spot for the Weasleys. But I would know you better than anyone and I say you're developing a conscience," Blaise said, breaking the silence that had surrounded the large room.

A small upward twitch of his upper lip was all the pale Slytherin showed to the fact that he was amused. His voice even held a small amount of a chuckle as he said, "Sometimes I feel as if you know me too well. Then know this Zabini, I am horrible at timing." It was true that Malfoys could trust each other, but it was also true that each male member of the family had a select few others they could trust who weren't automatically bound to it.

Blaise respected Draco's decision in trusting him with anything he had to say. After all, the curly haired Italian was not one to judge until he knew the full story, then he would give his advice if asked for and offer total confidence. He listened as his best friend offered him up his tale that transpired from the day before when everyone had been gathered in the Entrance Hall right before lunch to when he had come across the male Weasley in the Transfiguration courtyard later on that same evening.

When he was sure that the young Malfoy was done, Blaise burst out laughing. Draco was slightly pissed to say the least but let the laughter ensue until it died down to small, breathless chuckles. Finally fed up with waiting he forced out, "What the hell is so funny Blaise?" "You actually said that his freckles aren't that horrible up close? And you ask me what the hell am I laughing at? You couldn't have said something less witty," Blaise said with a hint of dismay in his voice.

Draco sighed, he really was a mess and he couldn't have stayed away from Ronald Weasley if he had tried. "Dray…this might come as a small shock to you because at first I was in denial but….I think you've got it for Weasley. Our youngest male Weasley anyway," Blaise said softly, an assuring tone to his voice. It wasn't really shocking, more like…was it obvious? Was it that obvious that he really fancied Ron Weasley?

"Oh no," Blaise chuckled, "it would take a really perceptive person who knew nothing about you to make that observation. Hogwarts is full of dimwitted intellects." Ah, so it wasn't that obvious. Great, Draco had one less thing to worry about. "What would my father say?" he wondered faintly out loud. Blaise grinned and crossed the room to pat his friend on the back, "He'd probably say he could have honestly chosen someone better. You know dear old Lucius wants the best for his only son."

Draco smiled a real smile, albeit it was small, it was still a smile. "Why did we become such good friends?" The Italian Slytherin chuckled, answering with, "How did we become such good friends is the answer to that question. So, what are you going to do about your little crush?" Silver eyes met hazel and no words were said, Blaise knew exactly what he was going to do.

"Don't be out forever, I might start to worry," Blaise called as his friend disappeared out of the door of his rooms. "And I'll know that hell has frozen over!" Draco called back just as the door closed. Blaise sighed and flopped down on his friend's bed. He had a silly grin on his face, he knew that it would be harder than the blonde had initially thought to convince Weasley of his feelings and he couldn't wait to hear what happened.

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Trying to find the seemingly elusive Gryffindor was easier said than done Draco realized as he walked towards the Black Lake. The sun was beginning to go down and he had seriously searched everywhere but had not come up with any information regarding Ronald Weasley. It wasn't like he could ask just anyone for help, hell, he couldn't even ask Pansy because she would end up asking too many questions.

Crabbe and Goyle were definitely out of the question. They were too stupid to process even the tiniest bit of thought if it had nothing to do with beating up a first year or something. Draco didn't do things like that anymore though, he had decided long ago that his favorite past-time activity consisted of trying to get the youngest Weasley male to notice him every chance he got.

He sighed thinking to himself, "I really need to find him and get this over with." Just as he was about to go sit under the beech tree next to the large, dark lake, he stopped short. His silver eyes had caught on to a familiar glimmer of flaming red hair in the setting sun's light. Sitting in the spot that he had just been about to resign himself to, was Ron Weasley, and he was uncharacteristically alone. "Hmm," Draco thought as he quietly approached, "I wonder where Potter and Granger are."

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Ron was silently wishing that he wasn't so fucking distracted. He couldn't get a damn sentence down on what the proper way of brewing a sleeping potion was. "All because of that damn Malfoy and his stupid mouth about my family," he thought to himself.

"Really Ronald? Because I had the feeling that you were distracted by the fact that he said something about your freckles," his conscience taunted. His ginger eyebrows puckered in a frown at his own traitorous mind and he thought back angrily, "The hell do you know?" "What do I know? I know that your plans for revenge against Draco haven't been going accordingly…."

Frustrated and almost completely enraged with himself, Ron snapped his book closed and promptly stood to cool off. Well…he was actually stopped in his tracks by a very solid body before he could take one step. This interference caused him to stumble backwards and trip over one of the roots of the beech tree that had grown above ground. The last thing he saw was the panicked face of Draco Malfoy, before his head disappeared under the deep, dark water of the lake.

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"Oh shit," Draco thought as he watched the Weasley boy fall into the lake. There really was no telling what exactly was in there besides the merpeople and the giant squid. "Oh for the love of all things better than me…if his head resurfaces I'll just pull him out," the blonde haired Slytherin reasoned with himself. It could have been seconds, but it felt like minutes had passed before Draco had pulled off every article of clothing he had on except his trousers and dove headfirst into the lake.

He resurfaced a total of three times before he came up with a limp, and cold Ron in his arms. He swam all the way back to the edge where Ron had fallen over in the first place, thankful that Harry and Hermione were somehow there. Hermione was pale in the face and running her hands all over her unconscious friend. Potter tried to move him out of the way, but Draco wouldn't budge. He had placed a hand over Ron's nose and mouth to check if he was still breathing, which he wasn't.

"If you want to thank me for saving your friend Potter then I suggest you move out of my way so I can perform C.P.R.," he growled impatiently, shoving Harry out of the way without waiting for him to move on his own. He tipped Ron's head back some, then pumped his chest a few times, placed his forefinger and thumb over the freckled nose of his patient, and blew air hopefully to his lungs. He repeated the process three more times until he felt the smaller teen twitch and let out a cough which in turn, let out a current of water.

He sighed in relief when the brown eyes fluttered open to stare confusedly up at him obviously without really seeing him.

Ron didn't really know where he was, sure that he had just been submerged in freezing water only moments before. Glancing to his right he was met with the familiar sight of Hermione who had been extremely pale seconds before and he saw Harry sitting next to her with a slight smile on his face. Now really, this wasn't helping a thing at all because neither of his best friends were saying anything.

"Perhaps I could clear up your confusion a bit," a smooth voice cut through the chilled air. Ron looked to his left and immediately remembered how he had ended up in the stupid lake in the first place. Sitting up faster than anyone would have guessed he could, he pounced on Draco, desperately trying to strangle him…or something of the sort. The blonde, however, wouldn't allow any of that so simply grabbed the boy's wrists and held them to either side, restricting anymore movement by locking his knees on either side of Ron's hips. Even though the position was usually more effective in the reverse, Draco was quite pleased with himself to know that he was obviously a lot more stronger than his muse.

Hermione and Harry looked on, stunned at the position the Gryffindor and Slytherin were currently in. The look on their friend's face told them that he too was stunned and the blush creeping up his neck also proved this to be fact. "Now Ronald, since I have no problems with being here all day, I suggest you listen closely to how things happened," Draco purred, ever mindful of their audience. Not wanting to test the ferret's integrity, the ginger-haired boy remained quiet, his blush heating his otherwise cold body. Again, the pale-blonde grinned, once more filled with the joy of having such a power over the ginger-haired boy.

End of Part II

(A/N: What did you think?! It has been too long I apologize. Not so sure on the next part (or if it shall be the last we will see) so please hang in there with me! Please review! No flamies