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WARNING – This chapter contains boy/boy SLASH. If you do not like this sort of thing don't say I didn't warn you!

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Chapter 7

That evening Ron spent in the common room playing chess with Harry; Hermione's eager eye watching on.

"Knight to E7." Ron commanded his chess player. Obediently the knight moved across the board and with tremendous force blew one of Harry's players to smithereens.

"I really don't like the concept of this game." Hermione said wearily. "It just encourages little boys like you to be violent."

"Excuse me?" Harry answered. "Who was the one who punched Malfoy in the nose in third year?"

Hermione blushed. "It was you guys who influenced me."

"It was not." Ron said. "We had nothing to do with that."

Just then they heard a tapping at the window, the three heads snapped up and they noticed a magnificent tawny owl tapping on the window. Ron rushed over and opened the latch on the window. The owl flew in and fluttered down on the back of Ron's armchair. It dropped a note, rustled its feathers importantly and flew back out the window. Hermione snatched up the piece of parchment.

"It's for Ron." She said, handing the note over.

The note was folded neatly with Ron's initials on the front. Ron ripped open the note and started reading, his cheeks reddening as he continued, his eyes skidding across the parchment.

"Who's it from?" Harry asked curiously.

"Snape." Ron said rather too quickly. "You know, letting me know I have detention tonight."

Harry and Hermione looked confused.

"Since when does Snape send owls telling students they have detention?" Hermione asked.

Ron's face was red. "Well maybe he couldn't be bothered coming to tell me personally?"

"What time do you have to leave?" Harry asked.

Ron looked quickly at his watch, it was 11.30. "He said I had to be there by midnight."

"Really?" Harry asked. "But what did you do wrong?"

"Harry, how the hell would I know what I did wrong? You know Snape just gives out detentions to any innocent little children, who just happen to be under his huge nose."

"Well," Hermione said, "you better go then."

"Ah, yeah." Ron answered, his cheeks reddening, as he stood from his seat.

"I wonder what he'll make you do." Harry said.

"Something terrible I expect." Ron replied.

"Have fun!" Harry said cheerfully, as Ron walked over to the portrait hole.

"Don't wait up for me, I don't know when I'll be back." Ron said as he climbed out through the portrait hole.

"Good luck!" Came Hermione's voice.

"Thanks!" Ron called back.

Ron disappeared out the portrait hole.

"Do you get the feeling that Ron's not telling us something?" Harry asked.

"I highly doubt that that letter was from Snape." Hermione said matter of factly. "He's not going to detention. That much I'm sure of."

The portrait of the Fat Lady swung closed behind Ron, as he hurried along the corridor towards the Head Boy room, clutching Draco's note tightly in his hand. His heart was racing, he had managed to escape Harry's curiosity once again. After a few minutes brisk walking Ron reached Draco's bedroom. He tapped softly at the door, and waited. A few seconds passed before a blond head appeared from behind the door.

"Thank god you're here. I've been waiting so long." Draco said.

"Here I am!" Ron said smiling broadly.

"No trouble with Potter this time?" Draco asked.

"A bit, but I just told them I had detention with Snape."

"Good idea."

Draco led Ron over to his bed and they sat down. Draco stared at Ron. "You are so fucking hot!" he exclaimed suddenly. "I don't know how I've kept my hands off you for so long!"

He cupped Ron's face with his hands and pushed his lips against Ron's in a violent kiss. Ron played back, moving his tongue into Draco's warm mouth. Draco ran his hand through Ron's hair, and gently pushed Ron down onto the bed, so that he was lying on top, the dominant position. Draco moved his mouth down and started blowing on Ron's neck, sending violent shivers throughout his tense body. Ron's hands moved onto Draco's back and started rubbing at the robes. Draco moved down and started unbuttoning Ron's robes, revealing his soft, freckly skin. He started licking at Ron's freckles, they tasted like cinnamon. With a rough tug Draco removed Ron's tattered robes and threw them down on the floor, leaving Ron's school tie hanging loosely around his neck. Draco's strong hand wrapped tightly around it and he pulled Ron's face down to him, kissing him passionately. Ron moved his hands down and nimbly undid Draco's robes, revealing the soft pale skin that had filled his dreams countless times. Ron moaned as Draco rubbed his naked body against him causing a violent friction between the two. Draco moved his face down and grabbed at the rim of Ron's boxers with his teeth, sliding them down slowly. He could feel Ron's hips start bucking involuntarily, upon feeling Draco so close to his manhood.

"Wow!" Draco moaned when he finally saw Ron's cock, hard and erect. "You do have something to be proud of."

"Less talk Malfoy, more action." Ron said in a deep throaty voice.

This threat drove Draco wild as he moved down and placed his mouth around the head of Ron's penis, and started gently caressing it with his tongue. Ron's moans were growing louder as Draco started sucking and gently tugging at his throbbing member. Ron was reaching a climax, he groaned loudly as he came into Draco's mouth. Draco removed his mouth from Ron's cock and swallowed the sweet cum. The look of pleasure of Draco's face made Ron smile broadly.

"Like that did you?" Ron asked, grinning cheekily at the look on Draco's face.

"Wow Weasley." Was all Draco could say. "That was brilliant."

"Now it's my turn!" Ron told Draco and before he knew it, Draco was underneath him.

Draco looked up at Ron's shining face, and saw the excitement in his eyes. "You've never done this before have you?" Draco asked.

Ron shook his head. Draco felt his cock throb painfully at the thought of this perfect virgin sucking him. Slowly Ron descended to Draco's lower body, sending a trail of sugar soft kisses down Draco's stomach to his pubic hair. He slid his finger softly across Draco's chest, caressing the small amount of chest hair. He looked up at Draco, his eyes were closed, waiting in anticipation. Ron placed his warm mouth over the head of Draco's penis and started circling the tip with his tongue. Draco's moans were filling Ron's head, reminding him of his dreams. His dreams were coming true, finally he thought to himself. As Draco climaxed into his mouth Ron drew away. Beads of sweat were cascading down Draco's brow, pieces of sweaty blond hair stuck to his forehead. He moved up to meet Draco's face. Ron's lips crushed brutally against Draco's as he kissed him violently. He couldn't get enough of Draco, he needed all of him, to touch, to feel every inch of his perfect body. He moaned into Draco's mouth. "I love you so much."

"You are so perfect." Draco groaned in reply.

As Ron removed his lips from Draco's he collapsed onto the bed next to Draco, panting slightly.

"You were wonderful." Draco whispered into Ron's ear. "I'm really proud of you."

Ron blushed. "You weren't too bad yourself." He replied.

Draco rolled over onto his side so that he was facing Ron, his eyes studying Ron's features. "You really are perfect."

"Thank you." Ron replied, staring at Draco's eyes. In the last few months that Ron had been dating Draco he had come to realise that Draco really did have the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Instead of being grey and cold, like he used to think, he had realised they were a heavenly silver that sparkled whenever he smiled. Ron rested his head back against Draco's shoulder and sighed. "This is perfect."

Draco turned to look at Ron and smiled. "Just like I always dreamt it." He said.

"Me too." Ron replied.

They both closed their eyes, their fingers interlocked in a tight embrace.

The night was silent, except for the owl that was hooting softly in the distance. Suddenly Ron heard a knocking sound, he sat bolt upright and stared at the door.

"Draco." He whispered.

Draco opened his eyes slowly, "what?" he asked.

Someone's knocking at the door.

They heard it again, a soft tapping at the wooden door. Then a voice materialised. "Ron? Are you in there?" Came the voice.

Ron stared at Draco, a scared look on his face. How did this person know he was here.

"Who is it?" Ron asked tentatively.

"It's me, Harry, and Hermione as well." Came Harry's voice.

Ron quickly jumped out of bed and pulled his robes, haphazardly over his head.

"Hide!" Ron whispered tersely to Draco.

Draco clambered out of the bed and entered the small bathroom, closing the door softly behind him.

Ron quickly went to the door and opened it, revealing two very angry looking Gryiffindors.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harry asked Ron, as soon as the door opened.

"How did you know I was here?" Ron accused.

Harry pulled a very scrunched piece of paper out of his back pocket and handed it to Ron.

"The Marauder's Map." Ron groaned. Why hadn't he thought of that before, of course Harry could see him in Draco's room. "Fuck," he thought to himself. "Dammit!"

Harry and Hermione were staring at Ron.

"So? What do you have to say for yourself?" Harry asked glaring straight at Ron.

"That is none of your business." Ron answered. "Why should I tell you anyway, I have every right to be here, unlike you two."

"But you hate Malfoy." Hermione said.

"I don't actually." Ron replied. "I've been seeing him for three months now. And tonight was the first time we have expressed our true love for one another."

Harry shuddered. "That's disgusting." He spat. "How could you?"

"Shut up Harry." Hermione. "He's right, he does have every right to do whatever he wants, we can't stop him."

Harry glared at Hermione. "Don't you care that our best friend has run off, screwing people like Malfoy, and then thinking he can just lie to you whenever the need arises?"

"Harry, I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt us." Hermione reasoned. "You or I would do the same in his position."

"No, I wouldn't even dream of screwing Malfoy." Harry said. "Ron, I hate you, and I will never forgive the way you deceived us." With that he stormed off down the corridor and out of sight.

"I'm sorry Ron, but you shouldn't have lied to us." Said Hermione. "I can understand how upset Harry is feeling."

Ron glared at Hermione, "Why don't you just piss off and leave me alone. I'm sure Harry needs you right now." Ron said nastily, and he slammed the door in Hermione's face.

Ron turned around, his back to the closed door. The most incredible sick feeling had started to bubble dangerously in his stomach. He slid to the floor, his head resting in his folded arms. Draco emerged slowly from the bathroom and went over to Ron, he bent down and placed a soft kiss on the top of his head.

"I heard what happened, and I think they are both over reacting." Draco stated.

Ron looked up at Draco. "Harry hates me." Ron muttered. "They both do."

Draco stared at Ron, he knew he couldn't convince him otherwise. "I still love you." He offered.

Ron smiled weakly. "I know, but Harry has been my best friend for seven years, I can't just let our friendship be ruined over this."

Draco stood up and offered his hand for Ron. He got up and together they walked to the bed. "Tonight was wonderful." Ron said.

"It was, but we still haven't ravished each other yet." Draco said smiling. "We haven't gone the whole way yet."

"I know," Ron answered. "I'm nervous. I've never done that before."

"It's great." Said Draco. "You'll love it."

Ron smiled at Draco. "I should go and find Harry."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Draco asked.

"I don't think that would be a good idea at this present time, anyway you should get some sleep, it's already four o'clock in the morning."

He stood up, kissed Draco softly on the cheek and walked to the door, opening it slowly, with a quick glance back at his beloved he left.