Draco spent the next two days carefully trying to concoct a master plan in his mind. What could he do to get back at Weasley? Something bad- no! Something evil. Something that would hit a nerve in Ron and make his face turn scarlet. But what could he do?

By now, the snow was falling harder, and the grounds were completely covered with the white cold. As he'd pondered about a perfect plan those past days, sitting in Potions class, he couldn't help stealing glances over at his redheaded rival, who was blinking out the window as he stirred his red potion, with a look of complete longing on his face.

Personally, Malfoy hated snow. It was cold and unmerciful, and your feet could freeze around it. Sort of like him- HE was exactly the same way, and maybe it was the fact that Draco hated himself that made him also hate the snow so much. But Ron loved the snow- he adored it! The innocent Gryffindor couldn't seem to take his eyes from the cold, dancing element, and he licked his lips excitedly. Draco watched this and wondered how someone so pure and bright could love such a bitter, unfeeling thing. And also, if Draco and cold were so alike, and Ron loved the snow, could he love Draco as well?

Shake it off, Draco, Malfoy told himself quietly. You don't love anything, so why should he love you?

Goyle, who sat beside him, looked up from his maroon potion, shaking his head at the fact that he'd messed it up somehow, then he gave Draco a questioning look. Did you say something, Malfoy?

Draco snapped out of his thoughts and blurted out, a little too quickly.

Goyle shook his head again, then stirred his potion glumly.


It was the night of the second day that Draco made his comeback at Weasley, but it was really quite unexpected as the opportunity presented itself before Draco's eyes. He sat on the large, dark green divan beside the fireplace in the dreary, Slytherin common room, gazing down at a star chart he was trying to complete.

Suddenly, the door to the girl's dormitories swung open, and Pansy, followed by three other girls came strutting from behind it, with their hair in matching green curlers. When she saw Draco she plopped down onto the couch beside him. Hi, Draco, she said smoothly. What are you doing?

Draco, feeling not very much in the mood to be bothered by Pansy and her giggly friends said a short, I'm busy working.

Pansy nodded, slightly taken aback. Then she suddenly switched back over to her high, flirtatious voice again and announced, Well, the girls and I are trying to figure out who's most date-worthy in this school, and we all agreed that it's you.

Draco tried to look surprised, though he knew this already. He'd been date-worthy since the moment he'd walked into this school.

another girl with dirty-blonde hair named Anise Willowtrap chimed in, It was actually between you and Ron Weasley.

Draco snorted. What, no Harry Potter? But, Ron- now that was surprising! HE, for one, thought Ron was immensely attractive, but he'd never thought all the girls of Slytherin did too.

Pansy cut into his musings, We were curious if you or Ron had girlfriends.

Draco smirked. He was loving the attention, even if it was coming from mouse-faced, teenaged girls. Well, I haven't got a girlfriend right now, Draco said softly, smiling broader when all the girls squealed excitedly. And Ron- Then, the idea smacked him across the face. Perfect..... he thought wickedly, then said in the most sincere voice he could muster. Actually, none of you have a chance with Ron. He's gay,

Every single one of those girls turned pale and they gasped.

Draco shrugged, then added, and he only likes little boys, like first years, to be exact.

Pansy scrunched up her face in disgust. You can't be serious, she cried.

Oh, no! Draco drawled, looking around. Don't tell anyone I said this, but... He paused for effect, waiting for all the girls to lean closer, then whispered in a gossipy voice, the other day, I saw him pinning this whee-little kid up against the wall, kissing him like he was trying to lick his face off. Pansy and Anise exchanged startled glances, and the rest of the group gasped again.

That pervert! Anise whispered loudly. The other girls nodded their heads vigorously.

Oh, yes, Draco said dramatically. And thinking about it makes me feel so...filthy. I must have a bath. If you'll just excuse me, girls, he announced, standing, and the girls quickly moved to get out of his way as he padded swiftly to the boy's bathroom. It was when he closed the bathroom door behind himself that he made a very big smile.

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Ron was awakened the next morning by a loud rapping on his dormitory door. He groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes and mumbled,

Ron, it's Hermione. Can I come in? Hermione's voice was very urgent.

Ron replied, pulling himself from his bed and slipping into his tattered, blue slippers. The door burst open and Hermione and Harry hurried inside. both looking very exasperated.

Hermione started, trying to catch her breath from running. We just found out. Everybody knows.

Ron yawned and stretched indifferently. Know what?

Harry was the one to speak now. You know, about you, and.... His face turned a slight shade of pink.

Oh, Ron, why didn't you tell us you were attracted to first year boys? Hermione looked shocked, but he face could be called perfectly content' when compared to the face Ron now made.

he screeched.

Really, Ron. Kissing little boys in corridors! Hermione exclaimed.

What are you talking about?! Ron started angrily, feeling his cheeks burn. I'm not attracted to first-

Well, there's no need to deny it, Ron, Harry cut in. Everyone says you are.

But I'm not! Ron yelled. Why would anyone think I was attrac- Ron paused, realization suddenly dawning on him. he groaned. This was Malfoy's doing.

What do you mean? Hermione questioned, but Ron was already heading for the door, still dressed in pajamas and slippers.

I knew he'd make a comeback! He just had to! he called over his shoulder, leaving behind him, two very confused Gryffindors.

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Draco was walking to breakfast with a very satisfied look on his face. The rumor had spread in record timing. He couldn't wait t see the look on Weasley's face.

Thud!

Draco was knocked to the ground by a sudden force landing on top of him. Rolling onto his back, he looked up to find a very red-faced, very venomous Ron on top of him, sneering down at him.

Malfoy....You- YOU!

What's this, Weasley? Draco raised his eyebrows and smirked. Decided that you prefer older boys, now? Well, this is kinky.

Ron glared daggers and snarled, NO! You- Malfoy! You- Ron was lost for words, he was so angry and mortified.

What are you trying to say, Weasley? You have preferences on how it should be done? I, for one, like it very rough and hard. Draco grinned triumphantly as he watched Ron process the last words in his mind.

The redhead leapt up quickly and spat, I'll kill you, Malfoy.

Malfoy got up and smoothed his robes. Nice pajamas you've got there. Actually, they really were nice, on Ron. They fit him too tight in all the right places, which made Draco feel a tiny fire start to blaze in the pit of his stomach. Oh, shit.

Shut up! Ron shouted. His face was almost purple now, and he felt like his head would explode. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at his enemy. Don't think I won't do something horrible!

Now, really, replied Draco in a calm, measured voice, though he was starting to feel the thrill of danger, Is that necessary? I mean, all I did was expose the truth about you being gay. He paused, then asked curiously, You are gay, aren't you?

Hearing the question made Ron's wand-holding hand quiver slightly. He honestly didn't know the answer to that question. At one time he'd really liked Fleur, but now he wasn't sure. And he also thought some boys were very good-looking, like Malfoy, but did that mean he was gay? He realized that he'd waited too long to give his answer, but he quickly blurted out a small causing Malfoy to raise an eyebrow at him. I'm not, Ron insisted, trying not to blush again.

Draco responded, though he wasn't really sure if he could back up this argument. Sure, he'd seen Ron's hesitation to say , but Draco honestly felt he was steering himself into new territory that he didn't know at all by pursuing this fight.

Ron clenched his fists. I'm not, you Ferret! He was so angry, and he gripped his wand firmly, lining it up with Malfoy's chest, then without thinking, shouted the first spell that came to his mind.

A green beam exploded from Ron's wand and hit his enemy in the chest, sending him flying three feet until his body smacked against a pillar. Ron's eyes bugged. He hadn't meant to do that! But before he could say anything, Malfoy stumbled toward him, pointed his wand at him and retorted, You seem horny, Weasley! Why don't you just let it OUT of your SYSTEM?! He yelled a few words of another spell, and Ron was suddenly struck by a flash of silver light, right in his crotch.

Ron gasped with mortification as a pain welled up in his groin, and watched as a bulge of a quickly-filling erection formed under his pj trousers. he moaned, gripping himself to try and stop the blood from filling his arousal, but it kept growing, very fast and very painful until it reached full hardness and he exploded everywhere. Ron closed his eyes as searing pain and pleasure rushed through him, filling his trousers very noticeably.

Draco watched the redhead as Ron fell to his knees, still orgasming from the spell Draco had sent. It was a great, little spell, but there was one problem. Watching Ron come all over himself was starting to make Draco rather hot and bothered. But still, it was so worth it!

When the tremors passed, Ron got up, feeling sticky and hot. he whispered, gazing down at his pj trousers.

You mean you want me to? Malfoy couldn't help teasing the Gryffindor at his previous exclamation. Sorry, Weasley. But I don't like you like that.

Draco was expecting a retort from Ron, but Weasley just turned scarlet again, glared at him, then suddenly launched himself at him with a growl, catching Draco off guard. Ron punched Draco right in the nose, and Malfoy swore he felt something brake. It didn't faze him still, and he took a blow at Ron's cheek, causing it to bruise. Ron stumbled back, clutching his face, tasting blood in his mouth, then reached forward and grabbed his rival's throat tightly.

Boys! BOYS! Let go of him, Mr. Weasley! Mr. Malfoy! STOP! came the booming voice of Professor Snape.

Ron and Draco stared at each other for a moment, each silently daring the other one to let go first. Finally, Ron loosened his grip around Malfoy's neck, stepped back and looked away. Somehow, neither of the boys could look at each other now; both hot and embarrassed.

Professor Snape's face was very white as he scolded bitterly, There will be no fighting of magical or non-magical kind in the corridors. Thirty points will be taken from both of your houses, and detention will be in order. Be at my classroom at five o'clock, tonight! He turned to leave, but then whirled back around and added harshly, Be glad you're not expelled!

With a whip and swish of his flowy robes, the greasy-haired wizard left the boys standing there, in a slight daze.

A word from the author: 'Ello! Not much to say about this really, but you have indeed witnessed a tiny reason for why this story is rated R. Who'd have thought?! A spell to make you orgasm for a really long time! But anyhow, I have to be going. Late dinner time. Thanks for all the reviews!

Delicious love, Ebony L