hiiii...so this was supposed to be a oneshot story, but the overwhelmingly positive response I've gotten (and the fact that I had more to write) made me want to continue a little bit. so here's another oneshot.

the song quote is from the Indigo Girls :)


The Rainbow

"Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand,
The gold and the rainbow,
but nothing panned out as I planned."

Ron had been dating Hermione for almost a month. He'd been thinking about it for almost two years, but they'd only been officially together since their row a month ago.

It was nice, spending time with her. Kissing her was nice, holding her hand was nice and the general peace it gave to all of Gryffindor House was much appreciated by just about everyone.

So Ron couldn't understand why, if he was so happy with Hermione, his lips were still numb from an explosive, defining, all too short moment in the library. He couldn't concentrate on anything else for the next few days as he tried to work out what exactly had happened.

He'd been angry, - of course - he'd been reading a book, - for once in his life - and then in a split second, his entire world was thrown into chaos. He hadn't even been able to move, let alone stop it. The more he thought about it, though, the more a part of him told him that he hadn't wanted to stop it. That it was the best kiss he'd ever had - the most passionate, the most powerful, and the most incredible.

How could he do this? This wasn't right. It must've been a dream.

But Ron knew, every time he went to class, walked down the halls, he knew it wasn't a dream.

The cold November wind reminded him that he needed a new cloak. He pulled the one he had around him tightly as he walked across the grounds with Harry and Hermione. He didn't hold Hermione's hand like he usually did because he was so cold.

"Why can't we go inside? Where it's warm." He asked grumpily. Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, it's not that cold, Ron, really." She said with a laugh. He could see his breath, though. Therefore it was that cold. He didn't want to be there. He didn't really know where he'd rather be, but it certainly wasn't outiside in the middle of November.

They began to make their way back towards the castle and Ron was planning on what exactly what he was going to do when he got the chance to sit in front of the blazing fire in the common room. It was always lit, always keeping the room from being too cold - in front of the fire was one of Ron's favorite places.

When they got into the Entrance Hall and Ron finally shook off the chilling wind, he heard something that made his heart stop.

"If it isn't the Golden Trio, once again gracing us all with their presence." A voice drawled from the stairs. Ron looked up, trying not to look as stunned as he felt, to see Draco Malfoy walking down the steps, a few of his own cronies behind him.

Ron couldn't move - it had suddenly gotten quite warm in the Entrance Hall and his feet were apparently made of lead. He wasn't listening to anything Harry or Hermione said, and was glad that Malfoy was such a distraction from everyday events, otherwise his girlfriend might've noticed the color drain from his face or - even worse - his racing heartbeat.

Ron just glared at Draco as best he could, which wasn't very good considering he was losing all control over himself, his cheeks were getting hot and his hands were beginning to tremble.

"Get out of here, Malfoy," Ron heard Harry say firmly. Ron hadn't taken his eyes off of Draco, but it wasn't until that moment that Draco made eye contact with him. Ron didn't know what he was feeling, what was going on or why he couldn't open his mouth and say something.

"People like me don't just...go away." Draco said with a smirk, not taking his eyes off of Ron. Finally he looked back at Harry,

"But since I wasn't planning on standing in the Entrance Hall the entire night, I suppose this once I'll humor you." He pushed through the three of them, walking right into Ron and letting his hand brush up against Ron's. Ron was convinced he was about to fall over due to some combination of fear, shock, confusion and something else he would prefer not to think about. But mostly fear and shock, of course.

Ron stormed up to Gryffindor Tower with unnecessary force and determination. He heard questions and comments coming from Harry and Hermione who were trying to keep up with his long stride, but he didn't answer them. Finally they gave up and left him alone, and he sat at the edge of the common room, staring at a piece of parchment half hoping he would be able to focus on his homework. It was a new feeling for Ron...hoping he could do his homework...but he did.

After dinner he tried again to write his Transfiguration essay, but realized he had no idea what he was writing about.

He had two options. He could ask Hermione to help him and she probably would...or he could go back to the library. He hadn't dared enter it since...but part of him wanted to go back there, to see if it had just been a fluke, maybe to get some answers. Most of him wanted to lock himself in a room and never come out, but being in school and all, that wasn't really an option.

His gaze wandered up to the portrait hole as he debated his options against what he really wanted. He wasn't sure what the latter really was, which was the big part of the problem.

He didn't want to think about all the What If's that were running through his mind. Starting mostly with 'what if everyone found out?'. He tried to put them out of his mind as he plucked up what he thought was his courage and strode out of the portrait hole and into the hallway.

He got halfway down the hall before he realized he hadn't brought his parchment, quill, ink or information. He turned on his heel and walked quickly back to the Gryffindor Common Room, earning him a few curiously amused glances from his friends. He blushed and smiled awkwardly before practically running to the library.

He stopped outside the door to catch his breath and calm down. He didn't want to look like he had rushed there, that was just...weird. Who but Hermione has ever actually run to the library? It just wasn't normal.

Ron walked in as casually as he could and looked around. And there he was. Draco was sitting alone at a table in the corner working on an essay of his own. Ron couldn't move towards him, but he also couldn't take his eyes off of him. At that moment, though, Draco got up and went into the endless shelves of books, oblivious to his audience. Ron blinked and followed him into the remote corner of the library. He left his things on a table before entering the aisle himself.

He stood at the edge, looking at Draco who was now skimming a book. He walked closer and his blood began beating its way through his veins. His throat was dry and his mouth clamped shut, and he couldn't have found words if he'd tried.

When Ron was only a few feet away from him, Draco looked up with a smirk on his face. They stared at eachother for a moment before Draco nonchalantly put the book back and closed the gap between them.

He was so close Ron thought he was going to explode. He'd had no idea one person could have such an affect on another. Neither of them said a word before Draco's arms gracefully touched Ron's sides, and he gently pushed him up against the bookcase.

As their lips met, Ron knew he'd never felt anything like it before. This kiss was even better then the last, probably because he wasn't as shocked it was happening. He leaned into the kiss as it became more forceful and passionate, and rested his own arms around Draco.

Their embrace became tighter, their tongues moving faster until Draco pulled back.

Ron opened his eyes, surprised and wanting more. Draco leaned in close to his ear, a smirk on his face.

"I knew you'd be back," he said in a low voice, kissing Ron's cheek and then moving to his neck. Ron was in such ecstasy he couldn't move, let alone respond.

"Huh?" Was all he managed to get out. Draco looked up at him and smirked, kissing him again.

Ron wanted the moment to last forever as he pulled Draco closer. He didn't want to be doing this, and he was almost ashamed of himself, but it felt so good...he didn't want to stop. Draco kissed him with a passion he'd never understood before and an unmatched fierceness. It was demanding and controlled, and Ron couldn't help but succumb to every move Draco was making, every wandering hand. It was positively electric.

All too quickly, Draco broke the kiss again. But this time he didn't come back, he left. Left Ron standing there in the middle of the library, wondering when the next moment would come. Ron stood there in horror as the realization of what he'd done began to dawn on him, but what was even scarier was that he knew he would be back, and that he would do it again.