Ron's P.O.V.

"Ronald!" Mum called out from downstairs.

"What?"

"Come down here a moment!"

"Okay!" I shouted back, reluctantly getting out of bed.

"What is it, Mum?"

"I want you to write a letter to Harry, dear. Tell him we want him over today for his birthday," Mum explained.

"Why would I do that? Don't you hate him?" I whispered.

"Yes but if we get him over here, Ginerva can seduce him more. If he loves her more than he already does, he'll be more than likely to marry her."

"Okay, I'll do that right now," I responded, quickly running back up the stairs to my room.

I started off my letter pretty friendly, how's it going, haven't seen you in a while, how's it been. Then I got to the point, Mum wants you here for your birthday, people will be here. And then I just ask if he can feed Pig, it is probably going to take him a while to get there.

But, Merlin, I hate him so much! Ginny hates him too. So does Mom. The Savior, the Boy Who Lived, Harry fucking Potter. I'm only friends with him because Dumbledore says I have to be. He said that if we get Ginny to marry Harry, then we can get his money after we kill him. Nobody in my family besides Mom, Ginny, and I know of the deal. We act like we like Potter and everyone else actually like him. Anyway, he has to kill Voldemort because, I mean, we can't have him roaming around. After Dumbledore made the deal, I thought being friends with the Boy Who Lived wouldn't be that bad, you know? I could be popular and get chicks. But noooo, all those good people hate him, therefore hate me. And Hermione is a bitch too, ya' know. She thinks I like her but I'm only with her because she's a good shag. Nothing more, nothing less. And now that I think about it, I think Potter's fucking Malfoy. He's a fucking gay! Who the fuck wants to date a gay guy's best friend? Especially when gay guy's boyfriend is a Death Eater. I can't wait until the war is over and Potter is fucking dead. Then I don't have to see his pathetic face anymore and my family will finally be rich. Maybe I'll try and get Dumbledore to have Granger killed too. Then I don't have to her jacked up face and I can get with Lavender. I mean, she has a crush on me. Maybe I shouldn't though. I mean, she is a really good shag, and I'll have it good for the rest of my life... Hmm... Nope, I hate her too much to live with her know-it-all attitude all my life, I'll have to send Dumbledore a letter telling him Hermione should go too.

Anyway, after my little rant, I got back to the reason I started ranting. A stupid letter. Quickly, I finished the letter and sent it off with the my owl.

Harry's P.O.V.

I woke up to a tapping sound on my window. Well not my window, Draco's window. Anyway, I slowly got up from my position on Draco's bed, trying not to wake him.

I made my way to the window and opened it. I took the letter from Pig's beak. He nipped my finger affectionately and flew over to a nearby tree. Ah, he's waiting for a reply, must be important.

"What does it say?" Draco asked. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"I don't know, I haven't opened it yet," I said. I carefully unsealed the letter and took out the letter.

Dear Harry,

How have you been? I'm sorry I couldn't visit you. I've been busy. Anyway, Mom was wondering if you wanted to come over to celebrate your birthday. She's really excited about it, you know. Well have a birthday party and everyone will bring presents, and there will be cake! I made sure that Pig will wait for a reply. Can you feed him while he's there? He's probably hungry. Anyway, see you soon, I hope.

Sincerely,

Ron

"What's it about?" Draco mumbled against my neck.

"Ron and his mom want me to go to the Burrow for my birthday," I said, folding the letter and putting it back in the envelope.

"Are you thinking about going?"

"Um, would you be okay with me going?" I asked, while beckoning over Pig so he could eat.

"Are you seriously going to go?"

"Mm, yeah. I want to see the twins, and Percy, Oliver will probably be there too, Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley. Plus, Hermione will be there! I want to see her, too. And Neville and Luna!" I said, closing the window after Pig flew out before turning around in Draco's arms.

"Hmm, I suppose you can go. But you have to be back for dinner. I have a surprise for you." Draco kissed my neck, making me shiver.

"Oh, what is it?"

"Mm, not telling. It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."

"Draco!" I whined.

"Nope."

"Hmph!" I pouted, looking away from my boyfriend.

"Oh, Harry, love, come on. Harry look at me. Harry, I love you, please look at me."

I gasped and looked at Draco before smiling brightly, "I love you too, Dray."

Draco started kissing me all over my face, my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, even my eyes. I giggled happily and puckered my lips for him to kiss. He kissed my lips quickly before pulling back.

"Draco!" I whined again.

"Shouldn't you be leaving? The sooner you get to their house, the sooner you can come back and get your surprise," he said, turning around to go to the kitchen.

I gasped happily. "Yes! I thought, running to the bathroom to change."

I walked into the kitchen to see Draco sitting at the table reading The Daily Prophet while Kreacher made breakfast. Draco was, obviously, still in his robes. I had changed into black skinny jeans, one of Draco's only sweatshirts, which was a bit too big on me, and my shoes we're over by the door. I quietly sat down in the seat next to Draco.

"What are they talking about today?" I asked.

"Nothing much, we're on the front," Draco said nonchalantly, shrugging slightly.

"Draco! That is something! What does it say?" I said, sitting in his lap now.

"Hmm, I don't know."

"Why?!"

"I can't pay attention when you are in my lap," he said. Draco put his hand on the inside of my thigh, close to my crotch.

"Dray~, not now," I complained, trying to swat away his hand. I quickly gave up and, as Draco snickered happily, read the paper.

The Savior and Deatheater's son: In a Relationship?

By Rita Skeeter

The savior, Harry Potter, and deatheater Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco Malfoy, have been seen in downtown muggle London together, holding hands.

"They're rivals," Blaise Zabini, Malfoy's close friend said, "Have been since Potter turned down Draco's offer in friendship."

"They hate each other like cats and dogs! Can't stand to be in a room together longer than 2 seconds without arguing!" Hermione Granger, one of Potter's friends, said.

"Well, I think they're shagging, but I mean, who actually knows besides them," Ronald Weasley, another of Potter's friends, told us.

His sister, Ginerva, also talked to us. "I don't think they can be in the same room as each other without going at their throats." She said, "Harry despises Malfoy. We're getting married, you know!" And then went on to tell us all about their future together.

So, you've heard it from me, Rita Skeeter, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are not in a relationship but Ginerva Weasley and Harry Potter.

"I mean, I guess it's good that they didn't conclude that we are dating. I'm glad Hermione and Blaise denied it. They'd be a good couple, don't you think?" I asked.

"Noo, Blaise is about as straight as your hair is tame. Can't you tell? He's pinning after Longbottom so badly. And I think Longbottom is too," Draco commented.

"Oh, that's so cute!" I giggled softly, "We have to get them together after today!"

"Mmm, I don't know, I think Blaise can handle it on his own. Anyway," Draco looked at his watch, "you should get going, love."

"Aww, okay, you ha- Mmph!" I was interrupted quite pleasantly by Draco kissing my lips.

"Just shut up and go, Potter," Draco said, pushing me off his lap.

"Okay, okay!" I said. I squeaked when I felt a slap on my butt.

"Get your cute little arse out of here before I make you unable to walk."

"Dray, I'm going, I'm going, I promise," I replied, running over to the door to put on my gray converse. "I'll be back in a few hours!" I called to Draco, who hadn't moved at all.

"See you in a bit, love!" Draco called back.