Just to warn you all, this is slash. Or, at least it will be in the future. I know this first chapter is short, but I'm already going to start working on the second chapter. It should be up either later today or tomorrow. ^_^

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own the characters. That lucky lady J.K. Rowling does. I'd gladly take Draco off her hands, you know, but she just doesn't want to share. I'm sure he'd have more fun with me...:::cough::: Anyway, if I own it, I own it. If I don't, I don't. On to the story...

-Ron-

"I'm sorry Ron, it's just not working out. I think we should see other people."

Ron's head fell and his ears turned bright red. She would've thought this funny at any other time. "B...but why?" he asked, still not meeting her gaze.

"I told you, it's not going to work out."

There was a collective gasp around the common room as everyone realized what was happening. They watched anxiously to see if another one of their famed yelling matches would start, but instead the opposite happened.

He turned without another word and stalked out of the Gryffindor common room. It was well after curfew for normal students but being a prefect, he would be able to get out of any trouble if confronted. He didn't know where he was going, but his feet seemed to be leading him somewhere. He stared at the ground, not paying attention to anything. Once he had finally stopped walking, he realized with a start he was in the Astronomy tower. He sighed and went over to the window. It had been totally unexpected, and he didn't understand why she said it wouldn't work out. How could it not? "Stupid beaver," he muttered and stared up at the moon.

He had been dumped before, but he had really thought it was going well with Hermione. Sure, they had their little spats every once in a while, but didn't all couples? He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the door open or the few steps of someone entering the room. What he did hear, however, was the sharp intake of breath.

-Draco-

He was walking around the hallway like he usually did during the night when he couldn't sleep. "How am I supposed to sleep with my father sending those bloody letter," he thought angrily. He looked down at the already crumpled parchment and balled it up in his fist. He was suddenly feeling very light-headed so he leaned against the wall and took a few deep, steadying breaths. He un-crumpled the letter and read over it again.

Draco,

I understand your hesitation to receive the Mark since you're under the constant watch of that old fool, but you could easily cover it with a charm. I'm starting to think you don't want to follow in my footsteps, which is very disappointing. I don't even want to THINK about what would happen if our Lord found out. Think about this Draco. It could be either the wisest decision or worst mistake you've ever made.

-Lucius

He turned and banged his fistd against the wall a couple times then, deciding this wasn't the best way to deal with the little problem of his father, crumpled the letter again and tapped it with his wand. It disappeared in a cloud of ash and fell to the floor. "Damn it," Draco muttered and started walking. He decided to go to his favorite thinking place and turned abruptly in mid-walk.

He didn't realize anyone was in the room until he had opened the door and taken a few steps in. He just stared for a moment, captivated by the way the moonlight reflected against the pale, freckled skin and red hair of the room's occupant. "Wait a moment...pale, freckled skin...red hair...BLOODY HELL! IT'S WEASLEY!" Draco thought frantically. He took in a deep breath and thought, "Damn it! The bloody letter's got my mind all mixed up!" He took in another deep breath and before he could turn, Ron looked over at him and his eyes went wide.

-Both-

Draco was standing there looking halfway between banging his head against the wall and plastering on his usual smirk. He decided to go with the latter and Ron thought, "I don't want to deal with him tonight. Please let him leave!" Instead, dear fate decided to let him stay.

"What's wrong Weasley? The mudblood dump you?" Draco said nastily. He realized quickly this was the wrong thing to say. Ron jumped out of the chair and walked across the room so fast Draco could've sworn he had apparated.

"Keep your ferrety nose out of things that aren't your bloody business, Malfoy!" Ron spat angrily. The way he said Malfoy almost made Draco lose his composure, but he quickly recovered and raised an eyebrow.

"I see. So what was the reason, Weasley? Did she decide she might actually want some money in the future? No, wait, I know, she wanted someone who looked halfway decent, eh? Is that it? Or could it be that she wanted someone with at least a quarter of her intelligence? Maybe I'm wrong and it's a combination of all three." Draco was so wrapped up in insulting Ron he didn't realize the red-head was about an inch away from beating him to a bloody pulp.

Ron slammed his hands against the wall on either side of Draco's head and said, "I am SICK of your crap, Malfoy! I came up here to have some bloody QUIET time to think, and you have to show your ugly face! Can't I get a bloody BREAK?!" He stomped out of the room, slamming the door to the tower behind him. Draco just stood there a moment, not really knowing what to do.

Finally, he smoothed his robes and muttered, "That went well," and walked back to his dorm to try and get some sleep.

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