Hello and welcome back to Summer Love. I'm once again sorry for not being able to post sooner. But, here I am and here I am posting, so enjoy and please review.

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It was a while until Ron exited the Prefects Bathroom. After Draco had run off, the whole ordeal washed over him much like the water that turned cold around his feet. He hadn't believed it himself that he had done that with Draco, but some part of it made him happy. He got to hear the sound and pitches of Draco's voice that no one had ever heard. He was the one making Draco moan and clutch his shoulders and somewhere in that soft brain of his, the macho-ness came out with his pride.

A few hours had passed and Ron now sat outside in the Court Yard. He was sitting on a bench, his hands on either side as he crossed his legs. He was watching some birds nitpick at some food he had tossed down. Ron sighed, "Guess it was never meant to be." He said to himself and the birds. A small sparrow had landed next to his right hand and Ron looked down at it. The bird seemed to be moving slowly; with its head hung low as it watched the others birds on the ground. "Hello there. Guess your not having a good day either. Mine's been horrible. The only person I've ever loved, looked at me like I was . . . a three headed dog." He chuckled lightly before sighing and slumping.

"Mr. Weasley?" A voice asked.

Ron turned around to see Professor Dumbledore walking to him. Up until now, Ron had seen no sign of teachers, especially at dinner.

"May I sit with you?" Ron nodded and moved over some, scaring the small sparrow away. Ron sighed.

"I'm even scaring little birds away . . ." He slumped again.

Dumbledore smiled down at Ron before turning his attention to the small birds on the ground. "Not having a good day I suppose?" He asked the student.

Ron shook his head. "No."

Dumbledore kept his smile intact. "Ah but, working on things to make you happy can sometimes make other people happy as well. All you have to do is prove to them that you both can be happy."

Ron looked up to see the Professor up and leaving. He was too shocked to even move, let alone, tell him to wait. He just simply smiled at the retreating old man. "Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll prove to Malfoy that we can be happy together." He said.

"You did what!" Harry yelled at his best friend. He placed his book down on the floor next to the couch and stared at Ron.

Ron smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Heheh . . . yeah."

"Ron! I told you to get him a present from Hogsmeade! Not screw him in the baths!"

Ron blushed. "I didn't screw him! I just made out with him."

"Yeah, being naked!" Harry yelled. "Oh dear god . . . I've pictured it. . ." He fell over on his side of the couch, careful not to kick Ron.

Ron chuckled and watched his friend. "Yeah well, it seemed like a better idea."

Harry stopped. "Yeah, but now he's ignoring you."

Ron frowned and stood up, heading over to the fire. He didn't face Harry. "Don't remind me. I mean, I knew that by doing that, he would actually listen to me and he did but now he doesn't even want to be around to make fun of me." He sighed as he warmed by the fire.

Draco had been avoiding Ron all day, but Ron wasn't likely to talk to him when he saw him. So through out the day, Ron stayed mostly around the courtyard, thinking of small plans.

"I swear Harry; I will get Malfoy to love me by the end of the summer." Ron said to the fire. Behind him, Harry sat up and nodded.

"Sure mate, I know."

Draco couldn't' sleep. At all. He would lie in bed, eyes wide, because he was afraid of Ron coming again. He looked over to the lonely flower and noticed how boring it looked. He sighed as he sat up. Memories of that morning came back to him. A shiver ran up his spine as he ran his fingers along his lips.

He was scared a little that he had enjoyed most of it and a little mad that he had "shown" he liked it when he returned to his room. It just bugged him that a Weasley liked-no, that wasn't it. Ron's family had nothing to do with it.

Maybe it ticked him off because he was Harry's-no, still not a reasonable answer.

"Maybe it's because around him, I won't be able to keep my bloody pants on." He rawred as he flopped on his bed. "No matter how many times I deny that I liked it, it comes back ten times more." He sighed.

As Draco rolled onto his back, thoughts racking his brain caused his eyes to close. He drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Yes! I win! Beat that Weasley!" Harry yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "Some keeper you are."

"Shut it Potter and go get the ball. He, who throws it, gets it." Ron retaliated.

Harry huffed at Ron's words but held onto his broom and flew to the floor of the Quidditch field. Ron watched from up in the air and sighed. It had been three days since Ron's "attack" in the shower. He still put the roses in Draco's room every night thought, hoping to catch Draco awake. But every time, the blonde lay soundless, hair disheveled and clothes messed up. Ron thought it was cute but left it at that. If he was going to win Malfoy's affection, no bad thought had to go on in his mind.

"Oy! Weasley!"

Ron snapped out of his thoughts, expecting to see Harry in the air, but his attention was turned to the stands, the Slytherin section. There stood the blonde on Ron's mind. He flew down to him immediately.

"What do you want?" Ron asked him when he got there. He was surprised but kept it hidden.

Draco smirked. "Wanna come with me to Hogsmeade?"

"What?" Ron almost fell off his broom. Ron hadn't even seen hide nor hair of Draco since the baths and now, the sexy blonde of his dreams was showing up to him out of the blue.

"I'm asking if you want to go to Hogsmeade with me. I need to stock up on chocolate frogs. I'm almost out of them." Draco explained.

Ron nodded. He looked Draco over to see him wearing a green turtle, tank top, and blue jeans that pooled around his black tennis shoes. His hair was ungelled so when the wind blew, his hair flew around his head. Ron blushed a little. "Sure . Hold on a sec."

Draco nodded and watched Ron fly down to meet Harry. They spoke for a moment before Ron waved to Draco and pointed to the castle to meet him there.

"Sorry to make you wait." Ron apologized to Draco as he put the broom away in the broom closet. The blonde smiled.

"It's alright. Come on then." He said, walking out of the castle doors. Ron followed by Dracos' side and they soon made it out of Hogwarts grounds. It was silent on their way to Hogsmeade, a mere fifteen minutes of quiet.

Ron kept his head foreword, a small blush staining his cheeks. Draco kept glancing over at him. A smile graced his lips at the redheads' uncomfortable ness. "So. . ." Ron jumped. "I see your still sneaking into my dorm."

Ron said nothing, just continued walking.

"Four roses. How many do you plan on giving me?"

"As much as I need to make you love me." Ron blurted out.

Draco blushed a little. Love; that word again. A foreign word to him. "That's going to take a lot of roses."

"I have enough money."

Draco stopped. "You're paying for them? With your own money?"

Ron nodded. "My mum gives me spending money each year while I'm here, so I can buy stuff at Hogsmeade. That's where I've been owling for them." Ron looked to Draco. "It's okay though. I don't really need it if I can spend it on you."

Draco's blush deepened a bit as he began walking again. Ron followed him. He sighed. "If I agree to be your boyfriend . . . do you promise not to do anything I don't like?"

Now it was Ron's turn to stop walking. He looked to Draco, surprised. "Wha-?"

Draco turned around. "I said, I'll be your boyfriend if you follow my rules." Silence formed between the two as Ron just stared at Draco.

He couldn't believe what he was just asked. Did Draco, his heart and world, just ask to be his boyfriend? It couldn't be true, but Ron was lighting up already. Wait . . . what kind of rules? No! It didn't matter! Draco was going to be his boyfriend. His boyfriend!

"Ron!"

The redhead snapped into reality. "Ah yes! Ok!" He answered. He was so happy. "What made you change your mind?"

By now, they had begun walking into Hogsmeade. Not many people were around, seeing as it was a weekday, most witch and wizards at work.

They past by an ice cream shop and waved to the man who owned it. Draco sighed. "I can admit that that . . . thing in the shower was . . ."

Ron paled. "I'm sorry! I really don't know what got into me! I-"

"Stop." Draco ordered. So Ron stopped walking. "No no, I mean stop apologizing . . . I liked what you did." He blushed, as did Ron. "No one's ever acted like that to a Malfoy." Ron looked down, ashamed. "So I congratulate you."

"Wha-?" Ron looked up. "You-you . . ."

"Yeah, and for this-" He and Ron started walking again. "I'm rewarding you by being your boyfriend."

Ron lit up. "Yeah. Awesome!" He smiled. Draco smiled back. "I'll be the greatest boyfriend ever, Draco. I promise!"

Draco nodded. "I know but I have rules."

Ron slumped. "I thought you had forgotten."

Draco chuckled. "Nope. Number one: Only kissing because if we were to go farther, than I'm afraid of-"

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Of?"

"Of not being able to control myself and I'm scared."
"Why?"

"Well because I don't like guys and if I go all the way then I'll have something to admit to myself."

Ron smiled and slipped his hand into Draco's pale one. Draco looked down at them and blushed. "What's so bad about liking guys?"

"But I thought you said you didn't like guys either."

"I don't but I have friends that do. Is it really wrong to like guys, Draco?"

Draco shook his head as they past by Zonko's. "No . . . it's not wrong. But I've liked girls all my life, s'kinda hard to just switch."

Ron nodded. "Yeah . . . but couldn't you at least try and like me?"

They both had stopped walking again and only after Draco glanced at Ron did he noticed the shabby house behind him. He paled more as he back up. They were standing in front of the Shrieking Shack.

Whelp, there ya go . I finally finished with it. I hope you guys like it and please review! Thank you!