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The rest of the day went past painfully slow, for Ron and Draco both. This was a result of being unable to wait for their combined detention after classes' end. Uncontained excitement flooded through each boy as they sat in their separate classes, Charms and Herbology.

If you'd have told Draco Malfoy he'd be looking forward to a detention with Ronald Weasley a year ago, he would have laughed out loud and probably hexed you. Malfoy's hate Weasleys and Weasley's hate Malfoy's. That's how it has always been. At least, until now.

Finally the last bell rang.

Ron jumped out of his seat in Charms class and flew out the door leaving his books and two confused friends behind him.

"Ron! Where are y –" Hermione called out, but he was gone.

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Draco ran along the school grounds excitedly from the greenhouses. Herbology had always been a bore but today even more so. Maybe because it had been the last class separating him from his detention with a certain redhead. He had never been gladder when the bell rang. Students watched amazed as Draco passed by them in graceful strides with his noticeably long, delicate legs.

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Ron dashed down the stairs, two at a time. Some Hufflepuffs gave him strange looks. He must've looked really eager to reach the dungeons. If only they knew why. Then he would be getting MUCH stranger looks.

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Malfoy was inside now, running through the dungeon corridor, having used a secret passageway under the school from the Hogwarts grounds. Nearly there, he thought anxiously.

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Ron darted down the final two stairs and -

BAM

Dazed, Draco lifted himself into a sitting position on the floor on which he had just unexpectedly fallen. Had he hit something? He looked around uncertainly and found someone lying on the floor next to him. Where had Ron come from?

"Ron."

Ron lifted his head up to find a concerned face staring down at him. Where had Draco come from?

Draco lifted himself fully off the floor and stretched out his hand to Ron. Ron took Draco's hand and hauled himself up, letting his hand linger in Draco's grasp slightly longer than necessary.

Walking to Snape's classroom side by side was difficult. Draco had to repeatedly resist the urge to grab hold of Ron and pin him to the floor, while all Ron could think about were Draco's lips. As they walked, their hands kept 'accidently' brushing together.

"Were you running?" asked Draco in amusement.

"Were you?" Ron retorted.

Draco chuckled. "I asked first."

"Yes."

"Yes."

They shared a sweet smile. It was nice.

Ron looked at Draco curiously for a moment.

"Why'd you do it?" he asked, quickly turning his head to his feet.

'What?"

"You know," Ron said shyly to his shoes, "Purposely get detention?"

Draco blushed, dropping his gaze to his feet as they walked also. Wasn't it obvious why? Draco would take any excuse to be in the same room as Ron.

"Well, it was my fault that you got in trouble in the first place and, well, I thought that I should, er, should get it too, so I could you know help you with, with your detention because it was my fault," he answered instead.

"Oh." Ron looked up from the school shoes he had been studying. "Thanks."

They kept walking, their hands brushing together much more frequently than before.

Snape was waiting for them in the potion filled classroom, a wide smirk on his face. He was momentarily surprised at the sight of Weasley and Malfoy walking in together, but was too distracted by his delight at getting to torture students with muggle cleaning to really care.

In his hands were two ordinary looking mops and an ordinary looking bucket of water. He wasn't kidding about the no magic part.

Both Ron and Draco groaned at the sight of the muggle cleaning tools and Snape smiled in satisfaction. It was a sick, twisted smile. Very unlike the ones Draco and Ron had shared recently.

"I've made absolutely certain that you will NOT be able to use magic inside this room so don't bother trying. You will be free to leave when no trace of this attempt at a sleeping potion remains. I have better things to do than watch you but be warned, I'll be close by. Any funny business and you can do this every week." Snape swished his cloak around, flicked his hair and glided out the door, leaving the mops and bucket on the floor.

Ron and Draco looked at each other.

"Well, I guess we better get to it," Ron said somewhat brightly, picking up a mop for himself and passing the other to Draco.

Draco observed the dark green potion covering the entire room. A smile crept onto his lips.

"Something tells me we're going to be here all night."

Ron shivered involuntarily at Draco's words, the past two nights he'd been with Draco, well, they hadn't just been sharing friendly conversation…

"Are you cold?" Questioned Draco concerned, already removing his jumper for Ron.

'No, why?" Ron asked curiously.

"You just shivered," (Ron blushed) "Here, take my jumper, I don't need it. Where's yours anyway?

"I left it in the dormitory."

Although Ron wasn't actually cold, he gladly took Draco's jumper. As he pulled it over his head, the intoxicatingly sweet smell of Malfoy made his knees buckle slightly. He breathed it in like a drug.

The two students began their 'muggle' cleaning punishment. Both had never used a mop before and were unsure of the technicalities.

Weasley suggested it might be eletrecull, (He had heard his father talk of such things) so they spent ten whole minutes searching for a button on the mop's handle before giving up on that idea.

They had just started sweeping the wet mop's end on the floor, surprised by the effective results, when Malfoy blurted out randomly, "I'm sorry."

Ron stopped mopping. "What for?"

Draco's forehead creased in worry. 'Well it's just, most of this mess is mine, your potion barely even made a spill and now we have to clean up all this," (he gestured around the room with his arms) "I shouldn't have thrown the bottle in."

Ron dropped his mop and rested his right hand on Draco's left shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes.

"I'm glad you did." he said seriously. Then dropping both his arm and Draco's gaze, he added jokingly, "Besides, did you see the look on Snape's face? It was definitely worth it."

Malfoy gave a small chuckle.

Ron began imitating Snape's low voice, "MALFOY! Did you just chuck an ENTIRE BOTTLE of – "

Both Ron and Draco froze. Snape had just walked past the open door.

They stood in silence for a moment.

"Do you think he heard?" Ron asked nervously , fear written all over his face.

Draco took one look at Ron's expression and then burst out laughing.

"Come on, it's not that funny," Ron said but a smile had begun to form on his lips.

Draco just kept laughing and Ron couldn't help but join in. Soon, they were rolling around on the slimy potion covered floor, laughing hysterically together, tears falling down Draco's face.

Still laughing Draco rolled on top of Ron, (like he had been dying to do all evening) their faces barely an inch apart. The laughter slowly died as they found themselves, one again, staring into each other's eyes.

Unable to wait any longer, Ron lifted his head off the ground to reach Draco's lips and push them apart. Seizing further control, Ron rolled Malfoy over onto his back. Now on top, Ron worked his way down Draco's neck with passionate kisses before finding his way back to Malfoy's soft lips.

Draco wrapped his hands around Ron's back, pulling off the jumper he had leant Weasley, and he could feel Ron's hand's running through his hair and stroking the back of his neck.

Malfoy rolled himself back on top and worked his own way down Ron's neck with his tongue, but instead of boomeranging back up, as Ron did, Draco felt his way down Weasley's chest, his hands leading the way, unbuttoning the flimsy school shirt.

"Ahem."

Lifting his head from Weasley's chest, Draco looked at Ron in fear, before they both slowly turned their heads to the person standing at the door.

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