Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Chapter Seven

Percy Weasley knew as well as anyone what a disease boredom can be on the brain; he had been living alone, after all, for many months now, wasting any free time he had from the Ministry at Playwizards because he couldn't stand being home by himself.

Percy arrived home early one night, before dinner even, and grinned proudly at the others.

"I've brought games!" he exclaimed, placing his pile of goodies in the living room. Severus, who sat in the old tattered rocking chair that had become his favorite, looked up from the book he was reading.

"What kind of games?" he asked. Percy sat down beside Ron.

"Do you have Squirtle Tide!" Ron asked, excitedly.

"Squirtle Tide," Draco snorted. "That's a game for five-year-olds!"

Ron gave Draco a dirty look. "Squirtle Tide is bloody sweet!"

It had become a bit of a routine where everyone sat in the evenings—Remus always cooked dinner; Hermione helped Remus out; Harry pretended to help Remus because he didn't want to be in the room with Snape; Snape sat in the living room because he was mad at Remus; Draco sat in the living room because Snape did; and Ron sat in the living room because he might eat all the food if he was in the kitchen.

Ron kneeled on the floor, smiling and looking through the games.

"Wiz Kid, Tapety, Twistwitch…Percy! Squirtle Tide isn't here!" Ron glared at his brother, and Draco chuckled under his breath.

"Sorry mate," Percy said. "Maybe next time I won't waste my time bringing anything home for your greedy arse."

"Supper's on," said Harry, peering into the living room. "Hey Percy."

"Hey Harry," Percy said, observing Harry's bright green eyes and tall frame. He had once been so awkward, but now appeared to have grown into his frame quite nicely. He used to think Harry looked so gangly and strange, but now he thought he just looked…good.

"If you want, we can all play a round of Perkins Park after dinner," Percy said, sitting down (he made sure) across from Harry. Draco and Snape both snorted at the proposal.

"Well, I think it'd be good for us all to sit down together and play a game or two," offered Remus, helping himself to a big slab of red meat.

Suddenly, Hermione gasped in delight and looked up at Percy with her big, brown, hopeful eyes.

"Percy!" she said, "Did you bring DDWR?"

"You know, I think I did…"

Hermione squealed and Ron sat gaping at her.

"Oh no, I hate that bloody game!" he said. "She used to play it all the bloody time at Hogwarts!"

"So did Pansy," Draco mumbled. "Stupid Parkinson…"

"Isn't she…isn't Pansy your girlfriend, Draco?" Ron asked. Draco scowled.

"Pansy Parkinson isn't my girlfriend. I just shag her, that's all."

Ron spit his fried carrots smothered in horserat jam all over his plate.

"Draco," Snape snapped. "That's quite enough of that."

Draco smirked and looked up at Ron. "Sorry, Professor."

---

After dinner, Severus had planned to go upstairs and read his book, and in no way interact with anyone in the small house—but Percy insisted that they all play and he wouldn't stop bloody whining about it so Severus finally obliged, sitting as far away from Remus as he could, knowing that Hermione would be close by for him to drool over. But Hermione, to his surprise, sat on the floor next to Harry. Draco, interestingly enough, sat beside Ron.

"Okay, so Hermione wants to play DDWR…" Percy said. The object of the stupid game was to dance on a pad.

"Can we pair up!" said Hermione. Severus grunted. There was absolutely no way he was playing. Ron and Draco, evidently, paired up, and Percy snagged Potter. Remus and Hermione looked at each other, then at Snape.

"Oh, go on," Snape mumbled. Hermione smiled but Remus looked a bit pained.

"We can alternate," Remus offered, but Severus just cocked an eyebrow at him. Draco looked over at Severus and whispered, "Percy has firewhiskey."

"Splendid," said Snape, and he ventured into the kitchen.

---

Ron gulped and stepped onto the mat with Draco; their hands bumped and Ron looked at his partner, who rose his eyebrows at him. Adorable, Ron thought.

"Hermione, I hate you," whined Ron. "I absolutely hate DDWR." But secretly, he loved Hermione for offering him any new chance now to be close to Draco. Severus came into the room, a firewhiskey in his hand, and stared at the hilarious pair on the dance mat. He threw a bottle at Draco and it hit him in the back of the head, knocking him off the mat. Ron stopped dancing and looked down at Draco, who sneered up at Snape.

"I wanted you to drink the bloody firewhiskey, not throw it at me!" he snapped. Snape growled.

"Severus, what…?" Remus said, standing up.

"Remus," snarled Severus. Remus stood up and walked up to Severus, taking him by the arm. "I need to talk to you. Upstairs. Now."

Remus nodded and turned back to the others. "Just…yeah." And he walked upstairs with Snape, at a loss of what to say. Ron and the others looked at each other and Hermione sighed, crossing her arms. Percy frowned just as an owl hit the side window. He rushed over and opened the window, letting the strange owl inside and taking the parchment off its leg.

"Looks like the Ministry needs me tonight," Percy said, looking up at the group. "I'll see you gents later." And he apparated out of the room.

"Well this was just a disaster!" Hermione sighed. Draco stood up and sneered down at Hermione.

"What the bloody hell do you think they're doing up there?" Draco said, looking in the direction of the stairs. He turned his sneer onto Ron, whose heart did a little dance of pleasure at the sight of Draco's icy gray eyes and smooth, pink lips. He didn't care what kind of expression Draco was sending him, as long as his attention was on him.

But Draco's sneer turned up into an odd smile and he nodded at Ron.

"Let's go upstairs, then," he said, turning to the others. Harry began to stand up but when he saw the expression on Hermione's face he shrugged at the others and sat back down.

"Oh, go on," Hermione said. "I think I'll just stay down here and read."

"Okay," said Draco, taking Ron's arm and pulling him along. Ron hesitated, but Hermione just smiled.

"It's okay, Ron," said Harry. "We'll be up later." And Harry put a comforting arm around Hermione. For some reason, Ron felt like it was more than lack of DDWR that was upsetting her.

---

Remus was no sooner closing the door to the bedroom he shared with Snape and Hermione when Severus pushed him against the wall and snarled.

"What did you do with Granger?" he asked, his brows lowered. Remus felt frozen, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself down—he had no idea how to do so with Severus. Except for tell the truth.

"Hermione Granger and I…kissed, Severus, that's all," Remus answered. Severus frowned and backed away from Remus. His lip quivered and he turned quickly away.

"Severus," said Remus, walking toward him. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean for this to hurt you."

He put a hand on Severus's shoulder, who immediately tensed up. Remus kept his hand there and slowly turned Severus around.

"I'm sorry, Severus," Remus said, his eyes on Severus's dark pools of emotion. "I am…"

He approached Severus and kissed him lightly on the lips. Severus's lips were tense, just like his body, but after a moment he began to relax and fell into Remus's arms. Remus caressed Severus's hair and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

"So she doesn't mean anything to you?" Severus whispered upon his first breath away from Remus's lips.

"Yes…" Remus mumbled, nuzzling his face against Severus's neck, kissing the light skin there. "You are the only one now who means anything to me."

---

Draco's heart pounded as he opened the bedroom door and pulled Ron into the room. He lifted his wand to turn off the light and lit a couple of the candles Hermione had pulled out from the closet. He turned to Ron, who stared into his eyes. Ron was good looking, Draco thought. Tall, muscular, deep blue eyes and an array of freckles splashed across his interesting face. Draco tucked his hands underneath his shirt and pulled it off, revealing what he knew was a nicely toned chest. He saw the look in Ron's eyes and knew he was doing the right thing. When Ron didn't take his eyes off him, Draco smirked.

"What's wrong, Weasley?" said Draco. "Never seen a guy without his shirt on before?" He chuckled and sat on the bed, patting to the place next to him.

"Uh…I…uh…" Ron walked over to the bed and sat down hesitantly, and much to Draco's liking, took off his own shirt. Ron looked better than Draco had imagined; his stomach was flat, his arms built in a way that his little sweaters did no justice to. Draco smirked, and without warning, felt his mouth being pressed up against Ron's, Ron's big, warm hands on his stomach, playing with the lining of his boxers. Draco smiled and put his hands on the back of Ron's neck, pulling him down onto the bed on top of him. Ron obliged, the weight of his body turning Draco on even more so.

"Draco…" Ron murmured. Draco rubbed his lips against Ron's jaw and pushed the deep, red hair out of Ron's eyes. "Draco. What are we doing?"

Draco's wrinkled his brow, smiling a little. "What do you think we're doing?"

"But…" Ron sat up and looked down at Draco. "It's just…" he frowned, looking away from Draco. "It's just that I've never done this before."

Draco breathed a small sigh of relief and crossed his arms behind his head.

"Me neither," said Draco. Ron gave him a quizzical look.

"Yes you have! You said you've shagged Pansy!"

Draco smirked. "Yeah, I've fucked Pansy," he said, sitting up next to Ron. "But I've never done it with a guy, before."

Draco saw the fear in Ron's eyes melt away a little bit, and Draco eased himself up beside Ron, their skin touching and sending tiny electric shocks down Draco's arm. Ron's eyes shone in the dark and he leaned down to kiss Draco again. Draco responded quite positively, lacing his fingers around the top of Ron's jeans and unbuttoning them with an ease that only Draco Malfoy could master from years of shagging pointless girls. Ron tugged them off and kicked them on the floor, pushing Draco down onto the bed and kissing his neck, his tongue tracing the muscles of Draco's stomach, his fingers nervously fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

"Damn thing," Ron mumbled. Draco laughed, a deep sound that came from the bottom of his throat, husky with lust, and he effortlessly put his hands down to unzip his pants and toss them to the floor. His heart leapt as he watched Ron's hand travel up the bottom of his boxers and gingerly wrap his fingers around Draco's erection. Ron looked down at him, his eyes filled with innocent lust, and he began to caress Draco more efficiently. Draco closed his eyes and relaxed, his heart thumping with the joy of finally getting the kind of lay he wanted. Of course, he thought, I haven't laid Ron Weasley yet. At this thought, Draco interrupted Ron by pulling off his boxers. Ron lay down next to Draco and pulled off his own, his virginal expression never ceasing to erase itself. Well, soon enough, Draco thought smugly, a sly smirk etching across his face. Ron kissed Draco's neck and Draco rolled over on top of him. He wasn't as muscular as Draco, but he was still tall and built, and when he began to kiss Ron feverishly, he felt totally in control.

---

Draco's hair fell over his eyes, wet with sweat, and Ron pushed it gently out of his eyes. Draco was so beautiful. Ron had always noted Draco's ethereal appearance in the past, his nymph-like presence, but he had never, ever thought he would be this close to realize just how amazing Draco really was. And really, he wasn't such a git, Ron thought. Draco had a good body, Ron thought, as Draco moved on top of him, searching and exploring Ron's body, much to Ron's pleasure. Suddenly, Draco stopped and looked into Ron's eyes. A look of mischief sparkled in there, a tiny smirk playing on his lips.

"I want to fuck you, Ronald Weasley," Draco said. He lifted himself up on his arms, the veins in them popping, and Ron felt dizzy with how hot Draco looked, leaning over him, controlling him, wanting him. Draco took Ron's silent, horny expression as a yes and smiled, lowering himself back onto Ron, his warmth sending happy shivers all over Ron's body.

"I…what if it hurts?" Ron said, immediately regretting it because he knew he sounded like a total virgin loser. But Draco didn't look turned off; in fact, he looked rather pensive, and finally he opened his mouth to speak.

"Okay," Draco said. "You can fuck me." And without an answer from Ron, he rolled over onto his back, his knees bent, his cock sticking straight up in the air. Ron looked over at the electrifying image and gulped. He wanted to do it, but he was scared. He had never even shagged a girl before! But then again, he asked himself, have you ever really wanted to? Slowly, he crawled on top of Draco. Draco didn't look a bit frightened, and Ron had to wonder if he had been lying about having never done this before.

"Nervous?" Draco asked. Ron looked up at Draco, at the slyness on his face, the hunger in his eyes.

"No," Ron said, his voice anything but. Draco laughed and spread his legs, and his expression softened as he saw Ron struggle to find the right angle as where to enter Draco. When Ron felt his shaft finally begin to ease its way into Draco's anus, his lover spoke.

"I am too," Draco whispered.