"Bring it on".

Ron, lying in his bed drifting into dream world sat up startled. Had he heard someone say

"Bring it on"?

No, he couldn't of, why the hell would someone say "Bring it on"?

It was absurd.

It was stupid.

It was-

"Ohhhhh" he distinctly heard Harry gasp.

What the?

He played the "Ohhhh" back in his head, that was not a startled "Ohhhh", nor a surprised

"Ohhh" Ron could swear on his hyperactive owl's life that was a passionate "Ohhhh".

Oh great, Ron grumbled. He's wanking himself. Ron was tempted to yell "Get a Room" but he

decided against it.

It wasn't morale

It was rude

And it was-

"Ahhhhhhh" he heard two voices moan simultaneously.

Holy Shit!

Was he...he...doing it?

He quietly pulled his curtains back and distinctly saw the base of the mattress go up and

down, up and down.

Oh no!

Oh dear God no!

Oh Sweet Doodily Hankin Smankin Dear Bittersweet Ocean and Sky Mary Mother of Jesus

No!

He was having sex.

But with who?

Hermione?

Ginny?

Lavender?

But before he could come to a definite conclusion (most likely Ginny) he distinctly four words

that probably rose up from the bloody bowels of hell.

"I love you Draco".

This was more than Ron could take. The room started spinning and he suddenly felt faint, he

started screaming hysterically.

He didn't care if it woke the rest of Gryffindor up.

He was in hell.

Suddenly he heard wild laughing - and two people couldn't laugh as much as that.

He hopped out of bed and ripped the curtain away from the view that awaited him.

Neville, Seamus and Harry were rolling around laughing (fully clothed) on Harry's bed.

All Ron could do was give a lazy 'Huh?'

"You...thought" said Neville with a snort of laughter, "he was gettin' it on".

"Yeah" Harry agreed. But his face suddenly twisted into an ugly frown, "with Malfoy, it took a

lot of self reassurance, but I convinced myself into playing the part".

Finally Ron uttered the words "You bloody bastards".

The threesome cracked into another fit of laughter.

Now, although many people would be pissed after getting tricked like that, Ron was actually

relieved. For you see, he had a feeling that if Harry had been 'doing it' with Malfoy, he knew

somehow he'd get most of the blame for Harry's choice of lifestyle. But worse, he they

accused him, they'd think that he was...he was...homosexual (which he wasn't of course).

"Bloody hell, you could of killed me"! Ron snapped.

"Oh come on, you know I like -" but he cut off as he realised Ron didn't know who the object of

his affection was.

"Go on..." Ron said eagerly.

But before Harry could tell Ron to fuck off and mind his own business a quiet voice cut in and

said "Cho Chang".

Everybody jumped! Leaning casually on Ron's Bed Post was Dean.

"You idiots wouldn't shut up and let me sleep".

"I know how you feel" Ron said, but then realised he had to use the juicy comment Dean just

made.

"Cho Chang? The Ravenclaw Seeker?"

"Well" Harry stuttered. But even if he had denied it, they still would of seen him blushing in the

darkness.

They started mocking and teasing Harry but then a Prefect suddenly appeared and told them

to shut up and go to sleep.

Once again falling asleep, Ron decided he was going to settle the score with Harry, even if he

had to blackmail Harry with the 'trivia' on Cho Chang.