Harry easily manoeuvred Colin's car through the London streets on his way home. The sky overhead was tinted an orange and pink hue in the light of the setting sun. He smiled as he turned onto his street, he had had a great day with Draco; the two just driving aimlessly with no destination in mind and only stopping to eat. He also got to see Draco's home when he dropped the blond off, actually it was more of a mansion, but very beautiful and not dreary like he had expected.

He was glad no one had noticed him when he entered the wizarding world with Draco, he really didn't want a picture of him and Draco together splashed across the Daily Prophet before he had the chance to tell Ron about them.

He pulled into the last vacant space in front of his building and put the top of the car back up before hopping out and strolling up the sidewalk. He smiled in surprise when he saw Fred and George inside the lobby talking to Hayden the doorman.

"Hey guys!" Harry greeted pleasantly. "What are you doing here?"

"Came to see you, 'ol pal," Fred said, with a tight-lipped smile.

Harry's smile dimmed slightly at Fred's strange tone. "Do you want to come up?" he asked.

"That's why we're here," George said.

Harry felt a strange sense of foreboding as he turned and led the way into the lift. The twins remained silent on their ride up to Harry's floor and followed him closely to his door.

"Okay, what is going on?" Harry finally demanded as he unlocked his door.

Fred grabbed his arm and hauled him into the living room. George shut the door behind them and went to stand by his brother, arms crossed over his chest.

"What the hell...?" Harry gasped, rubbing his arm when Fred finally let go.

"Anything you want to tell us, Harry?" Fred asked meaningfully.

"About what?" Harry frowned angrily.

"About the blond-haired prick you're cheating on our brother with?"

Harry froze. "How did you find out?" he asked weakly, his face paling.

"We saw you two in front of your building today, kissing," George answered.

"It's not like you were being overly careful about keeping your secret, Harry." Fred frowned. "I mean, anyone could've seen you. What if Ron had come over with us?"

"Oh, God." Harry collapsed onto his couch wearily. "You're right, it was stupid."

"Why, Harry?" Fred asked.

"Why Malfoy or why cheat on him?" Harry asked dejectedly.

"Why both."

"Malfoy showed up at my door last night drunk and upset - it's a long story. We met at the Crush and he thought I was someone else...well, I told him I was someone else, and then I thought it'd be fun to play with him, you know, get him back for all the stuff he did to us during school. But my plan kind of failed when he actually turned out to be quite...different. He was charming and nice, and I just couldn't tell him who I really was. So we went out on a date, me pretending to be someone else, and we had such a great time. Then he found out my true identity, and that I had been lying to him, so he ran off and I thought that that was the last I'd see of him. Then he showed up at my door, completely drunk, like I said."

"And you felt sorry for him," George supplied.

"Yes," Harry admitted.

"Was all this after you started dating Ron?" Fred asked.

"No, except for last night and today, it all happened before our relationship started."

"But you are going to tell Ron, right? Because if you don't, we will," George threatened.

"I am, I swear. I'll call him tomorrow," Harry promised.

"So what are you going to do? Are you staying with Malfoy or Ron?" Fred asked.

"I don't know..." Harry dropped his head into his hands and closed his eyes.

Fred and George sighed simultaneously and sat down on either side of Harry.

"This isn't like you, Harry," George muttered quietly.

"I know, I know." Harry shook his head woefully.

"I can't believe you slept with Malfoy," Fred said in disgust.

"What?" Harry's head shot up and he stared at Fred in shock. "I didn't sleep with him!"

"But you said he stayed the night?" Fred frowned.

"He slept on the couch and I slept in my bed - alone," Harry replied defensively.

"Oh thank Merlin," George gasped in relief.

"I can't believe you'd think that I'd do that!" Harry cried.

Fred merely glared in response.

Harry leaned back against the couch and sighed.

"Do you promise to tell Ron first thing tomorrow?" Fred demanded.

"Because if you don't, then we will," George added again.

"I promise," Harry answered heavily.

"You owe us for this, Harry," Fred said as they stood up. "You're lucky we stuck around for an explanation."

"Thanks for not telling, Ron," Harry said weakly.

"I'm sure we'll think of something that you can do to repay us," George said, a hint of his normal, mischievous self finally popping up.

"I'll do anything," Harry said, relieved that they were being so reasonable.

"Well, it's time for us to go now," Fred announced. "Flashing neon lights and tight leather clothes are beckoning us to work."

"We'll be calling you tomorrow to double check that you did in fact come clean with our little brother. You'd better not hurt him, Harry," George added as an afterthought.

Harry followed them to the door and closed it with a sigh.

Tomorrow was going to be a tough day.

Harry woke early, his stomach twisting nervously as he thought about the day ahead. He quickly got dressed and picked up the phone to call Ron.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Ron," Harry said, his throat dry.

"Hi, Harry. What's up?"

Harry could hear the smile in Ron's voice and it made him feel horribly guilty.

"Could you come over for a bit? I need to talk to you," Harry managed to get out.

"Is something wrong?" Ron asked in concern.

"Kind of. Can you come?"

"I'll be right there."

Harry hung up the phone and closed his eyes in dread. There wasn't going to be an easy way to break this to him. Ron might not even want to continue to see him after this.

Harry paced his kitchen nervously for the better part of an hour, anxiously awaiting the sound of his doorbell.

It came all too soon.

Harry took a deep, steadying breath and opened the door.

"Draco!" Harry exclaimed in shock.

"Nice to see you, too," Draco quipped.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked in a panic, his eyes flicking up the empty hallway and back.

"What's going on?" Draco asked with a frown.

"Ron's on his way over right now," Harry said meaningfully.

"Oh, the big confession." Draco smiled. "Well, I won't stay too long."

"What! You can't stay at all, he'll be here any minute!"

Draco opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by the sound of the lift bell ringing.

Without thinking, Harry grabbed Draco's collar and hauled him into his flat, slamming the door behind them and trying to usher Draco into his coat closet.

"I am not hiding in a closet!" Draco exclaimed haughtily, then smiled. "There's a joke there somewhere but I don't think you're in the mood."

Harry rolled his eyes and jumped when a knock sounded on his door.

"Oh, god...this is a nightmare," Harry muttered. "Just go out on the balcony or something."

"Fine." Draco smirked and walked off.

Harry waited until Draco was outside and out of view before opening the door.

"Hi, Ron." He smiled weakly.

"Harry, you look flushed," Ron instantly claimed. "Are you alright?"

"Not really. Why don't you come in and I'll explain."

Ron stepped into Harry's flat and shrugged out of his coat, then headed for the living room.

"Uh, let's go in the kitchen," Harry suggested, grabbing Ron's sleeve and heading him in the other direction.

"Okay..." Ron said uncertainly.

"Why don't you sit down?" Harry offered, motioning to the counter stools.

"Harry, you're scaring me," Ron said as he perched on the edge of the tall, silver stool.

"Sorry," Harry apologized distractedly as he began to pace back and forth in front of him.

"Just tell me," Ron urged, his brown eyes following Harry's agitated pacing worriedly.

"Okay." Harry took a deep breath and turned to face him. "There's something you need to know. Before we started dating, when you were still in Canada, I went to The Crush one night and met...someone. My scar was hidden, and it was just after my make-over, so this person didn't recognize me."

Ron nodded encouragingly.

"So, we started dancing and talking, and then made a date for another day. This person had never done anything Muggle related in his life so we went to Daddy-O's, you know that place?"

Ron nodded again.

"Anyway, it was fun and we had a good time. But when we got back here he found out who I was and...well, let's just say that he didn't approve of the real me. So he left."

"Why would he do something like that?" Ron frowned.

"He...was a Slytherin back in our school days at Hogwarts."

Ron looked taken-aback.

"I never thought I'd see him again so I just went on with my life. You came home and we started dating, everything was perfect - until he showed up again...two nights ago."

"What happened?" Ron asked quietly, afraid of the answer.

"Nothing! I mean, he was completely drunk out of his mind. So we talked a little bit, he forgave me for lying to him, and then I let him sleep on my couch."

"So now you want to get back together with him, is that it?" Ron asked.

"No, well...it's just... I like both of you," Harry said, flustered.

"So you want to date both of us at once and then discard whoever you don't want to keep later on?" Ron asked incredulously.

"I wouldn't put it like that, but-"

"But that's what you'd be doing," Ron said, starting to feel angry. "I can't believe you, Harry. This isn't like you."

"That's what your brother said." Harry smiled ruefully.

"My brother knows?" Ron gaped.

"Fred and George caught me with him yesterday."

"Caught you? Doing what exactly?"

"Er...nothing," Harry lied, then sighed. "Okay, I kissed him outside on the sidewalk."

Ron stood up and took over Harry's earlier pacing.

"Ron, please don't be upset," Harry pleaded. "I never meant for this to happen."

"So who is it?" Ron demanded, turning to face him abruptly.

"Er..." Harry bit his lip and felt his throat constrict instinctively.

"Well?" Ron pressed.

Harry looked past Ron's shoulder and saw Draco peeking around the corner of the kitchen, an amused smile on his face.

Harry swallowed and fought the insane urge to laugh.

"It's...he's..." Harry stammered.

"Me," Draco supplied, stepping out.

Ron turned and gaped in astonishment. "Malfoy?"

Draco smirked.

Ron turned to Harry, desperately waiting for him to refute it.

Harry's silence was all the answer he needed.

"I have to leave," Ron decided as he started to walk from the room.

"Does this mean that I automatically win?" Draco asked in delight.

"What do you mean 'win'?" Ron said, stopping and turning in the doorway.

"Well, as I see it, this is a competition, Weasley. You and I are competing for the pleasure of Harry's company."

"That's disgusting!" Ron exclaimed.

"Does that mean you forfeit?" Draco smiled.

Ron narrowed his eyes and stepped towards Draco menacingly. "I hate you, Malfoy and I always will. Just because you've got Harry fooled into thinking you're a born-again saint, doesn't mean I believe a word of it."

"Either be a man and fight, or piss off," Draco sneered.

"Oh, I'll fight," Ron replied, taking another step closer.

"Stop it!" Harry shouted. "Can't you two be mature about this?"

"I'm afraid there aren't any rules in this game, Harry," Draco said, never taking his eyes from Ron's furious face. "Anything goes."

"Fine by me," Ron said.

"So are you accepting the challenge, Weasley?" Draco asked.

"Yes, if only to make sure that Harry doesn't end up with a fucking Death Eater's son as a boyfriend."

Draco's eyes widened and he shoved Ron up against the wall. Ron gasped in surprise, but quickly regained his senses and kicked Draco in the shin. Draco swore and swung his fist to punch Ron in the face. Ron dodged and got his own punch in right into Draco's stomach. Draco turned and his fist finally made contact with Ron's jaw.

"That's enough!" Harry shouted, darting forwards to stand between them.

Ron dashed around Harry and punched Draco in the nose while the blond was distracted.

"Ron!" Harry shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him back.

Ron and Draco stood panting, their eyes still watching the other warily.

"That's it, go home," Harry said in disgust. "Both of you."

Harry's phone started ringing on the wall beside them and Harry automatically reached out to answer it.

"Hello?" he said, keeping a watchful eye on Ron and Draco.

"Harry, how lovely to speak with you again."

"Fred? What do you want?"

"Did you do it?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact Ron's here right now...and Draco."

"Both of them?" Fred said in surprise. "Wow, that's gotta be pretty ugly."

"Yes it is. What did you want?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Well, you know that favour you said you'd do for us?"

"Yes..."

"The time has come for you to act upon it."

"Already?"

"You promised," Fred warned.

"Alright, alright. What is it?"

"It's for charity."

"Charity?" Harry asked in confusion. "What is for charity?"

"We're having a bachelor auction!" Fred crowed delightedly.

"Oh god," Harry moaned.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head at him. "When is it?" he asked into the phone.

"Tonight."

"Tonight?" Harry cried. "But this is the first time you've mentioned it. Don't you need time to publicize it?"

"No need, Harry dear. You're all the publicity we require. We said Harry Potter was up for auction and we've already sold out."

"Oh god," Harry reiterated.

"So spruce yourself up in your finest and we'll see you at The Crush at seven."

"But..."

"Harry, you promised," Fred reminded him.

"Fine, I'll be there," Harry grumbled.

"Bye!"

Harry hung up the phone and wanted to cry. He had two boyfriends who hated each other enough to kill if he turned his back for too long, and he was about to be auctioned off at a gay club for charity.

"What's going on?" Draco asked in concern.

"I'm afraid I have to go get ready now," Harry said.

"For what?"

"I'm being auctioned off."

"What?" Ron and Draco cried in unison.

"For charity. I promised Fred and George a favour and now they've called me on it."

"I'm going to kill those two!" Ron muttered.

"This is perfect!" Draco grinned.

"What?" Harry gaped.

"This way Weasley and I can have a bidding war over you. Winner gets the first date."

"That's not fair!" Ron exclaimed.

"Why not?" Draco smirked knowingly.

Ron flushed but said nothing.

"You can't stop me from going there and bidding, Weasley, so I suggest you come along and try to defend your property."

"Oh, I'll be there, Malfoy," Ron spat.

"Good." Draco answered.

"Good."

"That's it, go home now," Harry said in exasperation.

"Fine, see you later." Draco smiled at Harry. He walked over and kissed him lightly on the lips before Harry could react.

Ron fumed and clenched his hands into fists.

Draco smiled sweetly at Ron and left.

"Sorry about this, Ron," Harry apologized. "He wasn't supposed to be here today."

"I'll see you later," Ron said stiffly.

Harry watched as Ron left and hoped that the two weren't about to share the lift down, because that could turn ugly - again.

He checked to make sure his door was locked, then decided to have a drink before getting ready for tonight. He really, really needed one.