Harry threw his messenger bag onto his bed before plopping himself there as well. God, it had been a rough week. Monday was a disaster. His schedule had completely changed, making it nearly impossible without Draco's help to get to class on time. He had to to rush the ending of his essay since he was busy staring at his roommate as he worked on his own work, wondering when 'later' came into effect. Of course, he was told off by Malfoy for his incompetence. After lunch, he had his normal Potions class with the Gryffindors, in which he was constantly being glared at, and not by Snape at all. Hermione and Ron both rubbed behind their ears with their pinkies, meaning meeting on Friday. Ah, how he loved Hermione and her codes. They made him feel like a spy. After their last class, he lost sight of Draco, and didn't find him again until dinner. When he asked where he was, he didn't get a solid answer, just received a shrug.

Tuesday was embarrassing. His lack of ink left him without half of his Charms notes for the day, which resulted in him almost being late to Defense Against the Dark Arts to go get more. It's not like he'd need it anyway, which made Harry mentally kick himself. The only good thing that happened that day was he actually was praised by Snape for his Wolfsbane potion. Draco had disappeared yet again, spiking his interest even further. Wednesday and Thursday were just the same.

Today was almost unbearable. He hadn't been able to focus. It had been five days, five bloody days, since he and Draco kissed. He was itching with desire and want for the other mans lips on his, the feel of complete ecstasy. But, of course, right after the final bell, Draco had disappeared. Harry had tried to follow him, only to lose him in front of the Great Hall doors.

But before he lost sight of him, Harry saw Malfoy pull a white bottle out of his pocket. He knew exactly what the bottle held, being all to familiar with the substance it contained. He had to keep a secret stash back at the Dursleys to numb the pain from his constant beatings.

Draco had been carrying pain medication.

Harry squinted at the ceiling. How did Draco get the meds? Why did he need them anyway? Did he hurt himself? No, the only times he could get hurt and have him not notice were the times he disappeared during the day. Had he been stealing them for his own personal gain? Not likely. Draco didn't seem like the person to do that.

Then why?

Harry glanced at his watch, shooting up in the air.

"Is it that late already?"

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at the door, Draco standing in the way. Harry sighed to himself, glad to see the blonde in one piece before dinner.

"I got to go! Merlin, I can believe I forgot!" the brunette responded, jumping off the bed and walking swiftly toward the doorway.

"Wait, Harry-" Harry leaned forward, gently pressing Draco's lips with his own. He held there a second, breathing in the other mans scent before pulling away.

"Can you wait just a bit longer?" The blonde nodded, too surprised to speak. Harry walked down the hall, his own blush heating his face. Geez, he was such a pervert.

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"Took you long enough." Ron growled, sitting in his normal chair in the Room of Requirement. Hermione was in her usual space as well, glaring at Ron for his remark.

"Sorry, I lost track of time." Harry replied, sitting down next to Hermione. He ran his fingers through his hair, breathing in deeply. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, me and Ron were thinking, and it's totally up to you, but it's kind of insane really, and we have no reason to do this but-"

"We were thinking about bringing Dumbledore's Army back." Ron finished, stopping the brunette girl's rambling.

"The D.A.? But that was disbanded back in fifth year! Were in seventh year now, so there really isn't a reason to start it all up again. Umbridge is gone anyway." Harry argued, scrunching his eyebrows. "Besides, who would really come back now that I'm in Slytherin?"

"Ginny would." Ron replied instantly.

"And Neville, Luna, Seamus, Dean, and the twins. Even Lavender Brown said she would come back! Look, just because your in a different house doesn't mean your a different person. Everyone enjoyed your teaching. You make it simpler so people like dunder-head over here can understand it." Hermione said, pointing over toward Ron. The ginger snorted.

"Yeah, I guess." Harry agreed. "But what about the rest of the group? I highly doubt the eleven of us count as an army. The last group had over forty people!"

"They'll come around eventually. Right now, we need to get the message out! The D.A. is back!" Hermione said excitingly, grabbing a Galleon out of her pocket.

"Wait 'Mione! I never said yes! I'm not even sure I was the army to start again."

"Why not?" Ron asked, leaning forward in his chair.

"It's just it was such a burden back then, constantly sneaking around. I'd like to focus on defeating Voldemort right now. I'm already worrying about everyone's well-being, I don't want to make that load even heavier." Harry explained. Hermione placed a delicate hand on his shoulder, smiling softly.

"I get it. You want to keep your priorities straight. Don't feel guilty. It was only an idea." She calmly said.

"'Mione, can I talk to Harry alone for a moment? I'll met you at dinner." Ron asked. Hermione nodded, walking calmly out the door. Harry looked puzzled at Ron as he tugged on his tie. The ginger grunted, attempting to clear his throat.

"So, what were you doing before you got here?" he asked worriedly. Harry's eyes widened, clearly taken back by the question. He remembered the kiss he just shared with Draco, wondering how Ron knew what he was doing.

"N-nothing! I came here after dropping my stuff off at my dorm room." Harry lied, rubbing his thumbs together.

"You were doing more than that." Ron stood to his feet, swiftly pushing Harry onto his back on the couch. The ginger lowered his head, smelling Harry's front. Harry flinched.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked, trying to push the larger man off.

"You smell like him." Ron growled, forcing the brunette's shoulders down. "You smell like that prat."

"Well, I live with him now. I'm bound to carry his scent."

"No. His scent not just on your clothing. He's here." Ron stated, placing his fingertips on Harry's lips. "He kissed you again, didn't he?"

Harry flinched as Ron crawled even further on top of him. His green eyes connected with his friends blue ones.

"I guess. It was more of me kissing him. But it was only just a peck." Harry replied, blushing slightly. Ron gripped his friend tighter, his anger seeming to raise higher.

"Why? Why would you do that to me?" the ginger stammered.

"Excuse me?"

"Why? You betrayer! I can't believe you just go and kiss him willingly when I was right here the whole time!" Ron yelled, inching closer to Harry's face. "Why is every other word that comes out of your mouth about Malfoy? I'm not good enough, am I?"

Harry stared as tears grazed down Ron's cheeks, dripping onto his own.

"Ron, what-"

Harry's mouth was forced shut when Ron placed their lips together. Harry gasped, giving Ron entry into his mouth. He swirled his tongue deeper into Harry's crevice, tasting every inch of it. Ron closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the moment. Harry raised his arms, trying to pull away, only for Ron to force himself even more on the smaller boy.

"Ron, get off." Harry managed to stammer before his lips were captured again. The brunette's thoughts here swimming, moving swiftly as he tried to move away.

'Why is Ron doing this? It's so awkward! Draco will get mad at me. Oh no, Draco! I'm supposed to meet him later!'

"R-ron. No more." Harry said, pushing on the gingers chest. Ron pulled up slightly, inches away from Harry's face.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted that." Ron calmly stated.

"Get off! This is insane. I need to meet Draco!"

"What do you mean your meeting Malfoy? Is that why his scent was lingering on your lips?" he asked, a surprising tone in his voice. "Harry, your being tricked. He doesn't feel anything toward you. And I'm going to fix you."

The ginger leaned down yet again, invading the brunette's cavern again. Harry tried to remove himself from the couch, clawing at Ron's back.

The door slammed against the wall, a large bang forcing them apart.

"Stupefy!" a voice bellowed, a streak of red knocking Ron to the floor. Harry scrambled himself onto the couch, looking at the door.

"Draco!" The blonde walked forward, grabbing Harry's upper arm, pulling him out the door. Harry willing went, leaving Ron unconscious on the floor.

"I want you to stay away from him." Draco said, breaking the silence.

"Huh?"

"I could see it in his eyes. He's going to stop at nothing to take you away from me." he explained, pulling Harry closer as they walked.

Thoughts were racing in Harry's mind, Ron's essence still in his mouth. He was spicy, completely different than Malfoy's sweet, hot taste. Malfoy tasted like butterbeer. Harry started blushing at the memory. And then being suddenly rescued by him made it all worth while. He suddenly stopped moving, pulling his arm away from Malfoy's grasp.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, stepping closer.

"How did you know where I was?"