Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I, uh, forgot what I was going to say. But I think I've remembered what... it... was? Anyway, here's the part that I've decided is the next.

¤¤Ron's POV¤¤

Malfoy and I decided, without actually talking about it, to eat dinner in silence, after he got out of the shower and into clean clothes, blood just really doesn't look good on him. Pomfrey had brought us enough food for two and we had split it up on the two plates that we were given. But eating in silence is easy because you have that whole chewing thing to distract you. Now we're getting down to the last of the food and I still don't want to talk to him.

What am I going to say to him? I hate him. What could we possibly talk about?

'So, Malfoy, you're going to be a death eater and try to kill my boyfriend?'

'Try? Don't be silly when I become a death eater I will kill your boyfriend. So, you and Potter are a couple? How would you feel about us fooling around for awhile and what ever happens, happens?'

"Okay, come here you sexy beast.'

Or something not exactly like that. Although that really doesn't sound so bad.

What the hell is wrong with me? 'That doesn't sound so bad'?! It should. It should sound disgusting, horrible, and wrong. But it's not as if he's a bad kisser, he's really quite good and I could do that again.

Not that I will because I love Harry and I would never betray him like that... again. I can't believe I kissed Malfoy in the hall. What the hell was I thinking? Oh that's right, I wasn't thinking. I was just letting my... lower extremities lead the way. Well, never again.

"What the hell are you doing?" Malfoy drawls from next to me.

He's sitting on his bed eating and I'm sitting on mine staring at my blankets.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't start that again."

"What does that mean?"

"That's it, I'm done talking to you." Malfoy says looking back down at his chocolate mousse pie.

"Why did you start?" I ask trying to sound annoyed.

"You were making the weirdest faces," Malfoy says. He was watching me? "And you were muttering under your breath." I don't remember muttering. "What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about how much better my life would be if you didn't exist and wondering if I could take a time clock and go back in time to stop your parents from shagging on the day you were conceived."

"That's a little uncalled for," Malfoy says and he actually sounds like he means it and it's not just to be spiteful or condescending, "and , eww... could have done without the mental image of my parents shagging." He shudders and I smile.

"Malfoy do you ever smile?" Why did I just ask that? I should just forget that stupid dream, why can't I just forget that stupid dream and his smile?

He sighs. "Yes, I smile."

"When?" This is not the kind of small talk I was thinking of in my head. This isn't even one of the 'safe topics' I had agreed that we could talk about when I was brainstorming on what we were going to do after we finished eating, although sex was an option.

"When I feel like it," Malfoy says sticking his fork into his pie.

"Is it ever a nice smile and not a smirking, patronizing, shit eating grin type smile?" Why am I continuing this conversation.

"Yes, Weasley, I do actually smile. Why do you care?" Malfoy asks.

Okay, that's why I should have stopped this conversation right away. I shrug. It's the best way out of the corner I've painted myself into.

"He shrugs, as if that's an acceptable answer," Malfoy says while shoving a piece of pie into his mouth.

The way he's eating is kind of... erotic. Especially the way he swallows and then licks his fork clean. I should stop watching him, I can't really stop my mind from wandering to all of the naughty dreams I had about him before that one in the hospital wing.

I'd been having dreams about him since I got back to Hogwarts. I tried to ignore them but they just got more sexual. At first they were just kissing and heavy petting, then came the oral sex and actual sex and it was way beyond arousing. None of them had ever started with Harry making love to me and ended with Malfoy. It was weird and... exciting.

It had made me want to make him smile like that, it was so pure and beautiful. It was power, Malfoy looking at me like I was everything he ever wanted and smiling, being happy to love me. It is a big aphrodisiac. Which is exactly what I don't need right now.

"I'm waiting, Weasley," he says taking another bite of his pie.

I look away from him and out the window. I need to think of something that's going to stop me from getting any harder. What, what, what?

"What do you think McGonagall wears to bed?" I ask. Ha! That worked, bonner gone.

Malfoy nearly chokes on his drink and looks at me like I've gone insane. Oops, I didn't actually mean to say it out loud.

"Who gives a flying fuck what McGonagall wears to bed?" He asks me.

Thank Merlin we're off of the smile subject.

"Probably whoever sleeps with her," I say.

"Oh," Malfoy says and begins to fidget with his covers, "did Millicent come in while I was in the shower because that whole 'shagging McGonagall' thing was just-"

"Egh, stop! I don't give a shit. Bulstrode didn't stop by."

"Oh," he says and starts laughing.

"I'd ask what's so funny but I only want to know if you don't tell me anymore about sleeping with McGonagall."

"I didn't sleep with McGonagall, I just told Millicent that so she'd leave me alone." He's still laughing.

It is actually kind of funny.

"Millicent Bulstrode? You're dating Millicent Bulstrode?!"

"NO! She was trying but I'm not having any part of it, maybe you didn't notice the me kissing boys thing but I'm not too keen on girls," he says in a rush and goes back to eating his pie, with his 'fork'.

Hagrid naked, Hagrid naked, Hagrid naked.

"Why did you kiss me?" I ask suddenly. Nice line of questions. Now I'm going to have to talk to him about kissing me. Next I can ask him to check if I have a hard on.

He freezes in mid lick of his 'fork'. He pulls his tongue back into his mouth slowly and swallows again. I lick my lips.

"I plead temporary insanity," he glances in my direction before going back to eating his pie (finish that damned pie already!), "see, um, Zabini and I had an argument and I was, distraught, so I, I don't know why I did it and it was stupid and disgusting."

"You and Zabini, huh?" I'm disappointed. I have a boyfriend, a soul mate, and I'm upset that he has Zabini? I hate Malfoy.

"Oh," he swallows again (damned pie), "yeah."

"Are, uh, are you two still having problems?" I turn, careful not to show that I have a hard on, so my legs dangle off of my bed towards his.

"No, I don't think we are," He says sucking on his 'fork' thoughtfully.

I scoot forward on the bed so my feet are touching the floor. "You don't think so?" I ask watching his mouth and tongue as he cleans off his 'fork'.

"Yeah, I don't think we are anymore. We've been... getting along better." He finishes his pie and sets his plate and 'fork' on the other side of his bed.

While he's turned away from me I step off of my bed and take the three huge steps to his bed soundlessly. He's stretched across his bed and I can see his muscles, firm under his dark green silk pajama top.

I reach my hand out and run it down from his shoulder blade to his lower back. He freezes as soon as I touch him, I can feel all of his muscles lock under my hand. I move my hand forward around his waist to his stomach which is also well toned. How does he keep in such good shape? Is it just the quidditch?

"Weasley," Malfoy half asks half pants.

He turns to look at me, his eyes wide and frightened, and I reach my hand up his stomach to his chest feeling his hard pecks under my hand. I reach the top of his pajamas where the first button is. I bring my other hand up and begin to unbutton his top.

"What are you doing?" He asks but I can hear the lust in his voice and I can't stop.

I need to feel his soft skin under my hands. I ignore him and continue to unbutton his shirt. I lean over and kiss him on the lips still unbuttoning his shirt. He shudders violently and pulls away from me.

"Did I hurt you," I ask him as he turns away from me.

He doesn't say anything but he shivers a couple more times before looking over at me. His lips are almost violet.

"Are you okay?" I ask alarmed and surprised at how much I actually care.

"C-c-c-cold," he stutters.

"Hang on," I push him back on his bed and rip the blanket off of my bed and throw it over him.

It doesn't look like it's helping so I run around the room grabbing the blankets off of all of the beds in the ward and lay them over him.

Once I have all of the blankets in the ward over him I go and sit in the chair next to him. He's still shivering and chattering occasionally but his lips aren't such a dark purple color anymore.

"Are you feeling better?" I ask him.

"Mmm," he says peeking over the covers at me.

"You look like a Yeti," I say poking at the mound of blankets around him.

"I don't know how those things can stand all of that cold," he jokes.

"I'm sorry," I say but I didn't mean to say it. I was thinking it the entire time I was gathering the blankets and covering him with them but I never wanted to verbalize it.

"I said 'I don't know how...'"

"No I meant I'm sorry I hurt you," I look away, I don't want to see his face. This whole conversation shouldn't be happening, yet I can't stop it. "And you know, for Zabini and all."

"Zabini? Oh, yeah, Zabini. I don't care about him," he says, "and you didn't hurt me. I'm not a fragile little flower."

I smile and pat the blankets around where his arm should be. I stand up, "I'm going to get a shower," I tell him.

I walk over to where I chucked all of my things making room for him and collect my bathroom supplies then walk to the shower.

At least it's not in the sterile looking bathroom. I walk in, hang my towel on the hook, and walk over to set my shampoo conditioner and soap in the shower. I walk back over to the hooks and begin to take off my clothes.

I just get off my shirt when a hand goes over my mouth.

"Don't scream," he whispers in my ear.

A second hand moves around my waist and up my bare chest pausing to tweak my nipple before continuing to roam my chest, leaving a trail of fire in it's wake. The first hand releases my mouth and trails down my chest.

I lean back into the firm body and moan as I feel his erection against my butt.

"Shh, they'll hear us," I smile at this thought. It would almost make what happened out there after dinner like it never happened. If Malfoy would come in here and see me, like this, with Harry.

I turn around in his arms and look into his big bright green eyes wrapping my arms around him.

"How did you get in here?" I whisper.

"There is a secret passage through that wall," he says gesturing to the wall directly behind him.

"And you just happened to wander through it?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him and kissing his jaw line.

"Mmm, no. It was on the map and I poked my head through and saw you so I jumped you. Surprised?" He asks running his hands softly up and down my back.

"Pleasantly," I murmur against his neck.

He kisses my mouth firmly and I thrust my hips against his and we both moan as our erections collide.

"Silencio," Harry whispers holding his wand straight up in the air before throwing it to the ground.

"I have to take a shower," I mutter in between kissing him and biting lightly at his neck.

"I like water," Harry says.

He grabs my thighs and hoists me up onto his waist then walks over to the shower with me. I laugh and place light kisses on his face and neck as he walks.

Once at the shower stall he sets me down on my feet and reaches around me and turns on the water. It's a little cold at first but it warms up right away. I kiss him passionately as the water cascades over us soaking my pajama bottoms and his clothes. He presses my back against the wall and I grind my hips against him. He moans loudly and I smile.

"We should wait until you're all better?" Harry says reading my mind.

"I am all better," I say quickly before slipping my tongue into his mouth and grinding against him again.

He smiles and reaches around grabbing my ass lightly and I hiss in pain..

"We shouldn't do this, you probably have a nasty bruise from falling off of the bed earlier," Harry whispers in my ear.

"Please Harry," I moan.

He smiles and kisses me again.

"We have time later. I can wait." He says and nips at my neck.

"I can't," I pout and wrap my around his neck.

He laughs and I smile innocently at him.

"Mr. Weasley," there is knocking at the door, "are you finished with your shower? I don't hear any water," Pomfrey calls from outside the door.

"I've never been gladder that you found out how to make it so we can hear what's going on outside but they can't hear what's going on inside until right now. Imagine if I didn't answer her and she came in." I say to Harry kissing him on the lips.

"I should probably take off so you can shower," he says kissing down my neck.

"Mmm," I say.

"Mr. Weasley, are you alright boy?" Pomfrey calls from outside the door.

"Finite incantartem," Harry whispers and pulls away from me, "I'm going to get going."

"Well thanks for that then," I pout and fold my arms over my chest.

"You're welcome," he says smiling teasingly.

He kisses me and turns away to walk to the secret passage. I grab his arm and pull his wet clothed body against me again.

"I love you," I whisper and kiss him.

"I love you too," he says kissing me back and smiles.

"Get," I say smacking his rear playfully.

He turns and walks out of the shower disappearing through the wall.

What an odd place for a secret passage, leading right into the showers, I wonder where it starts?

I turn my attention back to showering and take off my wet clothes. I wash up quickly with a smile on my face. I walk out of the shower in clean pajamas and deposit the old ones into a hamper by the shower.

I wander over to my bed smiling and whistling and see Malfoy staring at me. All of the extra blankets I threw on him gone and replaced on their rightful beds.

"Madame Pomfrey put them all away," he says glumly.

"Are you still cold? Do you want me to get them back?" I ask.

"No," he shakes his head, "you gave Pomfrey quite a start."

"Oh yeah? How so?" I ask grabbing a brush and running it through my wet hair.

"She came in about five minutes or so after you'd gone in and started putting away the blankets. I was already starting to get warm so she was doing me a favor really. So after about two minutes of her putting the blankets away by hand she asked me where you were. I told her you were in the shower and she asked how long you'd been there. I told her awhile and she said, 'and he hasn't turned on the water yet?'

"She kept on replacing all of the blankets by hand and when she finished she asked if I was sure you'd gone into the bathroom. I told her she was a daft cow and she went over to the door and started banging and shrieking. You didn't answer her banging or her shrilling so she thought you might have hurt yourself or the potion might not have taken. She was about to open the door, whether you were stark naked or not, when she heard the water turn on."

"You really called her a daft cow?" I ask laughing.

"No, but I thought it really loudly," Malfoy says seriously and I laugh even harder. "So what were you doing in there all that time?"

"Nothing," I lie.

"Convincing," Malfoy says and I laugh again. "You're certainly more chipper than when you went in."

"I like water," I say smiling broadly.

"Right," he says looking gloomily over at his bedside table.

"Oh," I say loudly and he jumps, "I never got to say thank you, for working so hard on the potion and all."

He looks shocked for a instant before smiling at me, a real smile, not a fake condescending, shit eating grin. A genuine smile.

"You have an attractive smile," I say.

He's speechless and just blinks at me. I turn to my bed and begin getting it ready for me to sleep in.

"Why did you say that," he asks me.

I turn around and look at him. "Because it's what I thought," I say as if it were obvious.

"Yes but," he swings his legs off of his bed and gets off to stand in front of me, "it was something nice... about me."

"Yes, but it was true and you did something really nice for me," I say.

Why am I being nice? I am never nice to Malfoy.

"Yes but I'm a Malfoy," He says taking a step towards me again.

He's standing so close to me I can feel his breath on my lips. "Yes, a Malfoy. A Draco."

He closes his eyes and leans into me. I move to capture his mouth with mine but an image of him freezing and shivering uncontrollably flashes into my mind and I push him back from me careful not to touch his skin.

He opens his eyes and looks embarrassed. I never thought a Malfoy could be embarrassed but the emotion bleeds into anger and he turns and jumps back into his bed.

"I'm sorry," I say and he looks over at me his steel gray eyes narrowed into slits, "I just don't want to hurt you."

"How could you hurt me?" He asks in a haughty voice.

My anger threatens to flare but I force it down. "The last time I kissed you, you nearly froze to death."

His eyes widen slowly and his hard gray eyes soften. "I don't think you did that."

"I don't want to find out," I say. He harhumpfs and buries himself in his covers flopping away from me. "I didn't mean it like that."

I walk over to the side of the bed he is facing and pull the covers from over his face and look into his liquid metal eyes.

"Just forget it Weasley," he snarls at me.

"I meant," I say ignoring him, "that if it was me that froze you I don't want to hurt you again."

He rolls his eyes and turns to face the ceiling. I sigh and climb on top of him straddling his hips and pinning him underneath me. His eyes widen in either shock or horror, I'm not sure which. I lean down inches above his lips.

"If you freeze to death I'm going to say I have no idea what happened to you," I say and smile down at him.

He smiles at me and I press my lips to his kissing him quickly.

I pull back and look at him. He doesn't shiver and his lips aren't turning colors. I smile and bring my lips back down to his and lick along his bottom lip. He opens his mouth and I slip my tongue inside. He reaches his hand up and into my hair and that's when I feel it.

A cold radiating into my mouth from his. I pull away and he looks at me questioningly before shivering forcefully beneath me.

I move to get off of him but he grabs hold of my hips keeping me in place.

"I'm going to go and get the blankets," I say to him patting his clothed arms not wanting to touch his skin.

"Wait," he barely gets out past the chattering, "I c-can m-m-make it st-top."

"I love your enthusiasm," I say bending down and teasing his cloth covered nipple between my lips. He bucks up into me and I smooth his pert nipple with a kiss, "but I don't want to hurt you."

I get up and begin gathering blankets from around the room and placing them over him again.

"M-m-madame Pomfrey is g-g-going t-to hate y-y-y-you," he chatters.

"Let her be angry," I say throwing the last blanket over him.

"I-i-it took l-l-longer f-for me to f-f-f-freeze this t-t-time," he says and I laugh.

"You should stop talking," I say to him brushing the hair out of his face without touching his skin.

"Mmmmmmmmm."

I lean over to kiss his forehead but I stop halfway there. His face is so pale and his lips are back to that purplish color.

"G'night, Malfoy," I whisper to his shivering form covered in blankets.

I I turn off the lights and climb into my bed covering up in the sheet that's left. I lean back on the pillow and close my eyes.

I just wanted to have sex with Harry in the shower, how can I be kissing Malfoy? I just told Harry I love him not but half an hour ago and now I'm using that same mouth to kiss my boyfriend's worst enemy. I'm a terrible person, maybe something is wrong with me. Maybe it's a side effect of the potion.

I sigh out and breathe in once more before sleep over takes me and my mind goes blank.