Hi there! So, I realized my last chapter was SUPER short! This is a little something, a preview if you will, to set up chapter 3.

I hope you like it! As always comments are appreciated, I'd love to hear some feedback guys!

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Chapter 3 - Don't Stand So Close To Me

07:45

Ron found his eyes drifting to his new watch for the 50th time that day. He wasn't going to go. Of course not. What could Draco Malfoy possibly have to say to him? Well, maybe he should go. Just for second, to see what he wants. No! Ron pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes until bright little stars popped up.

"Everything okay Ron?" Harry's voice close to his ear made him jump, they were lounging in there favourite seats in the common room by the fire place, Hermione was burred in a pile of books paying them no attention. "Yeah I'm fine, just a bit tired" Ron mumbled a guilty feeling bubbling in his stomach as he lied to his best friend. Convinced Harry wandered back to his seat and pretended to attempt the grueling task of his history of magic essay. Not for the first time, Ron was glad of that weird potions book Harry had found which he was now studying surreptitiously out of Hermione's view. It kept him busy, it would make it easier for him to slip away later.

Ron wasn't sure at what point during his internal debate that he had decided to actually go to meet Draco but he had, inevitably he feared, arrived at that decision.

08:00

Draco paced up and down the Slytherine common room. Pansy, Crabbe Goyle and a couple other Slytherine nobodies were slumped in various chairs making unnecessary noise and just generally being prats. Draco cringed as their oafish laughter filled the room. "Draaaaaaco" He hated the way Pansy drawled his name; "Draaaco, come sit with meee" she batted her eyelashes at him patting the seat next to her, Draco walked over and threw himself into the seat. What a retched woman. Draco recoiled in disgust as her stumpy fingers reached out to brush away his hair, hurt filled her eyes as Draco turned away, repulsed with the pathetic creature.

The god damn Weasel better not stand him up. Draco closed his eyes massaging his fore head, Weasley filled up his mind, his senses. He remembered how his heart had hammered and his eyes flew open. What was wrong with him? Getting all excited over Weasel? Why had he even asked him to meet? What was he going to do if he did turn up? It was all that Granger girls fault, seeing the two of them had filled him with rage, Draco had just wanted to do something to stir Weasley up. Jumping up Draco stormed towards the stairs leading to the dormitory, Pansy's nasal voice calling after him.

08:15

Ron knew he was attracted to men. He'd known for a while now. For a time he had thought maybe he and Harry... but over time he realized he was just confusing a close friendship with something else. He knew what was expected, he and Hermione would eventually get together. He cast his eyes over to Hermione, who had gotten so close to her book her nose was almost touching it, and smiled fondly. He loved Hermione no doubt about it, he just wasn't sure in what way. He studied her closely, she had nice skin. And ever since her teeth got fixed her smile was a lot nice, there wasn't much to be said about her hair. But was he attracted to her?

His mind wandered to Draco. Draco eating in the great hall, Draco flying on his broom, Draco lounging in lessons, and realized he had been watching Draco for a lot longer than just last night. His pale, almost translucent skin. The deep grey of his large framed eyes, his slender yet defined body. A deep shameful blush exposed him, he had continued staring at Hermione while he day dreamed and hadn't realized he'd been noticed. Not caught staring at her blushing he was getting that look again. The Why-don't-they-just-get-it-over-with-and-go-out look that he hated so much. Sighing Ron turned his chair away, not long to go now.

08:30

Draco sat savoring the silence of the empty dormitory room, as the minutes crept closer and closer to the hour he found himself feeling... strange. Like he had swallowed something and it had gotten stuck in his throat. He didn't have time to be messing around with a god damn Weasel! Right, he's not going. Tap tap tap, jumping Draco looked at the window, his eagle owl Hades was waiting patiently for him to open the window. Pleasure and fear engulfed him simultaneously. Draco opened the window and the loyal creature hoped onto his outstretched arm, pecking affectionately at his robes. Draco tried not to look at the parchment tied to the owns leg and Hades was smart enough not to offer it. Draco rummaged around in his desk drawer for a treat for the owl "You should go to the owlery" Hades stared at Draco until, sighing, Draco untied the note from his leg to which the large owl promptly flew through the window.

Draco sat down on the bed the still furled not in his hands, in acid green he read the words Urgent! and Draco. He tried to ignore it for as long as possible but it felt like it was burning his hands, swearing he tore the note open. Draco's eyes scanned the page for several minutes, widening in shock and fear. Oh god.

08:45

Ron looked up at the clock, it was finally time. "I think I'm gonna go down to the pitch, get a little practice in" he mumbled to Harry, "Want me to come with you?" Harry said, eyes never leaving the potions book "Nah it's okay". Ron risked a glance at Hermione who hadn't seemed to notice and started hurrying towards the exit. "Ron" he stopped in his tracks, one leg through the portrait hole, "yeah?" he said nervously "You forgot your broom" Harry sounded suspicious, fuck. "Oh yeah" Ron tried to laugh "I'll go grab it now" he started to turn but Hermione promptly raised her wand and muttered "accio broom" without raising her head from her books, Ron reached out and grabbed the broom that was racing towards them. "Right well, thanks" he scrambled through the hole, Harry's eyes boring into his back.

09:00

Draco stood on the sodden pitch rain pouring, drenching him. His hair was wet and matted to his scalp, his hand hut and ached from cold. In the distance he could see a figure approaching, large clumsy steps across the mud slicked ground. Draco felt empty, the note from his father still clenched in his hand, a dark emptiness consumed him and there seemed to be no escape from it. As the figure neared it was like a breath of fresh air washing over him, lightening the darkness he'd fallen in to. Long ginger hair carelessly pushed out of his face, to short robes riding up and a broom clutched in his hand. Weasley.