A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long! It will go back and forth between Draco's diary and what's actually happening. It's also shorter than the others... but it does introduce a whole new interesting story line that will be running at the same time. And I am going to start getting mean. I want at least ten reviews on this chapter or there will be no more!

Chapter Four – The Salsa

Dear Diary,

Things went really well today. Well... everything was really weird at first. The only other time that I had been that naked in public was when I was being born. But I still let him undress me, though his clothes stayed one until I started to think that maybe it was a trick and that at any minute the other two were going to appear from nowhere and start pointing and laughing.

"Are you alright? You seem a little bit shaky." Ron commented softly as he looked down on a now fully naked Draco. He traced a finger down Draco's chest and Draco leaned toward the touch, longing for it, but fearing it at the same time.

"I'll be alright, I just want to... well..." Draco trailed off and blushed. He found himself doing that a lot lately, but he couldn't help it, it was like the world was out to embarrass him.

"Go on... what is it that you want? Tell me, I want to know, I want to know everything about you." Ron said pulling Draco closer. Draco lay against Ron, trying to stop himself from shaking but even a task as simple as that was proving rather impossible. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, but even that didn't manage to subside the quivering.

"I want to make you happy, but I don't know what I'm doing at all. I am so worried that I'm going to mess up." Draco said, though he wasn't sure it was the right thing to say because Ron suddenly fell quiet. Draco pulled away from Ron's embrace and looked up at him. Ron smiled down at him.

"Well then today I can't do all the work, and you can copy me another day. Today it's going to be all about me showing you how much I love you." He said, all of his finger tips running down over the perfect ripples of Draco's stomach.

Well when he said that I started getting even more worried. Love? I wasn't even close to an emotion like love I don't think. At the time I was pretty sure that it was all driven by lust. And what happened next? I froze out like a little pansy girl. Me. Draco Malfoy. Backed out for apparent reason.

"Please stop, I don't think I can do this now... I'm sorry... I really am... please don't hate me." Draco spluttered, pulling back.

"I could never hate you." Ron said softly, wrapping Draco's shirt around his shoulders. "We should talk. I guess I was getting ahead of myself, I'm the one who should be sorry."

Well after that we just started talking about random stuff. We talked about our Dad's and their jobs at the ministry of magic, the ever prominent possibility that the world could be taken over by Voldemort, and then we just started asking each other random questions.

"Something that I have always wandered, what is your middle name?" Ron asked curiously as Draco snuggled onto his lap.

"I'm not telling you, you'll laugh at me."

"No I won't, I promise."

"It's... um... it's... it's Angel." Draco said, and again there was a lot of blushing.

"That's sweet, it suits you. You are a perfect little angel and I think that's what I'll call you from now on... angel."

We chatted for a little while longer. And he made me feel like I was the only person in the world worthy of being loved by anyone, it was an amazing feeling. He walked me back to my room and I received another one of the fabulous kisses. I went inside and I could hear something going on in the next room... in Severus' room... I listened against the wall, I wasn't sure at first that I had heard it right so I listened some more... I almost wish that I hadn't.

"Yes my Lord, I will bring it to you." He heard Severus say.

"You are good and loyal Severus, you will be well rewarded when you bring it to me. So long as it is the one that we believe it to be, I will rise again, with her by my side. No one will stop me. Not even Albus Dumbledore will be powerful enough to stop me." Said a voice, that Draco assumed what Voldemort.

"I will make sure that it come to no harm before it reaches you." Said another voice that Draco easily recognised as his father's.

"Yes, Lucius. And when the power is mine you will both be greatly rewarded and I will grant you any wish that you may desire. Vengeance will be mine on the scourge that believed himself above me."

"I do apologise for my son, if it were not for the prophesy I would have had him killed a long time ago."

Draco's heart stopped. His father would have had him killed? Could it be possible that the only reason he was alive was because he was a part of something? That Voldemort needed him? And what was the prophesy all about?

"Your son may be excused of his doubts, unlike the youngest Weasley boy. He has repented against me since the day of his birth and when the prophesy comes to pass I will kill him." Voldemort said the last four words in a slow, evil drawl.

He is going to kill us. But he won't kill us until this prophesy 'comes to pass', but what could he possibly want from us? What could we possibly do that could bring about the rise of the Dark Lord?

Too many questions, and again I find myself with no answers.

Draco A. Malfoy