A/N: Please R/R I wanna know what you think!!!! Also… I own nothing.

Ron woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. He looked around and groaned, "Oh gods… it wasn't a dream." The events of the night before played again in his mind as he got up and got dressed. "What am I going to do?" He sighed before leaving for breakfast.

"What's wrong Love?" Hermione asked him as he sat down.

"What? Wrong? Nothing… nothing's wrong." He stammered.

Harry laughed and kissed him on the cheek, "You're so cute when you're flustered."

"I'm not flustered… I'm fine." Ron loaded his plate with bacon and biscuits. "Just… you know… hungry." He looked up to see Draco smirking at him.

When they were done eating they headed out to the grounds to play in the snow. "Want to build a snowman?" Harry asked.

"A bit childish don't you think Love?" Hermione laughed.

"Childish… you mean like this?" Ron grabbed Hermione by the waist and threw her down in the snow.

"Ron!" She shrieked trying to get up, but he had her pinned, "I'm getting all wet!"

"That's what I like to hear." Ron laughed.

"Oh you bloody well know what I mean, let me up right this minute!" Hermione socked him in the shoulder.

"Ow 'Mione." Ron whimpered falling back in the snow and rubbing his shoulder tenderly.

Hermione sat up and rang out her now soaking wet hair, "I'm going to catch a cold now prat."

Harry hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I'm sure we can find a way to warm you up."

"Hot chocolate by the fire sounds wonderful Harry. Good suggestion."

"Not what I meant but.. Okay." Harry laughed. They all ran back up to the Gryffindor common room and cuddled on one of the soft couches by the fire with a mug of cocoa and a Molly knitted blanket.

At noon Ron's stomach was growling, Hermione and Harry had dosed off so he got up careful not to stir them and headed down to the Great Hall. "Alone again?" A voice came from behind him.

Ron froze in his spot, afraid to turn around, "Erm… what do you want?"

Malfoy stepped in front of him and smirked, "I believe I want my answer… you know, I said you could sleep on it."

"Erm… listen… I--"

Malfoy cut him off with a finger to the lips, "Before you answer… just…" And he kissed him again, this time it was sweeter, more tender. It was full of passion and feeling. "Think about it." He whispered when he broke away.

Ron grabbed him hungrily and pinned him to the wall, kissing him hard and pressing his body against him. Draco dug his nails into Ron's neck and moaned into his mouth. Ron tore away panting, "I… I can't do this." He gasped, punching the wall angrily.

"You can't kiss me like that and then deny you have feelings for me," He pulled at Ron's sweater, "Leave them… leave them for me."

"But you're… you're Malfoy!" Ron shook his head and pushed him away, "You hate me! You call me 'Weasel' and make fun of how poor I am."

"No… I… yes I've done that in the past but c'mon." Draco pushed Ron's hair back, "I'm sorry for all that."

Ron slapped his hand away and scowled, "So a simple 'I'm sorry' is all it takes? Bugger off." Ron pushed him away roughly and walked to the Great Hall.