Ron opened the door slowly and saw Draco sitting on the floor, leaned against his bed. He had a stack of empty Fire Whiskey bottles next to him, and a full one in his hand. He took another swig and looked up at Ron. "Just go away!" he said in a drunken voice.
Ron sat on the floor in front of him. "Give me that." he took the bottle and threw it in the trash can across the room, which ate it and burped loudly. Draco giggled drunkenly at the sound. "Where did you get this?" Ron asked, gently.
"I came down to use the bath room, and I found a whole bunch in the kitchen. I've been needing a good drink. You people have nothing but water and pumpkin juice!"
"Well, that's normal. I suppose your parents let you drink this stuff?"
"Let? Like they would ever bother to see what I was ever up to. I just get it from the house elves, they're more than willing to go to great lengths to get me what ever I want." a crooked smiled fixed on his face.
"Must be nice." Ron frowned at the fact that he was so poor.
"Oh come on Weasley." Draco hiccoughed "You've got it way better off."
"Really, then why have you been complaining about how boring it is here and about how you hate everyone here. You are so unappreciative. Dumbledore could have left you out on the streets. How would the poor little prince ever survive?" Ron said sarcastically.
"You think I'm a prince?" Draco beamed.
"I was kidding you prick!"
"I am appreciative, it's just that I'm not used to any of this. I'm used to doing what ever I want whenever and wherever I want to. But here, there are no servants, no pools, nothing! I can't even take a walk, write letters to my friends, or fly! Do you know how deprived I'm feeling?! I need to fly, it's my passion!" He pulled out another bottle, opened it, and started drinking.
"Well, get used to it!" Ron snapped.
"And it's not like that's even the worst part." He took another sip before Ron pulled it out of his hands and threw it away. The can belched again and Draco giggled. "I never had a problem with the way my parents were. They stayed out of my life, and I stayed out of theirs. There was the occasional "How to keep the Dark Lord happy" speech from my dad, which I usually tried to block out.
"My mum is always really quiet. She wasn't supposed to be part of the Death Eaters. But once you and your stupid friends went and got my dad arrested, she had to take his place. She hated it, but of course we're all frightened of the Dark Lord."
"Even a Malfoy?" Ron laughed.
"Of course, why else do you think my father would ever let his pride slip aside, and go under the rule of someone else. If it wasn't for Voldemort, he would be the one ruling."
"Then why on Earth did he give Riddle's diary to my poor little sister!?" Ron screamed.
"He knew if he didn't help, someone would, and when Voldemort was back to power he'd punish my father. You obviously don't understand how he works."
"Yeah, because I don't understand evil masterminds, sorry."
"Anyway, now that I've come here and I've seen you and your family... you're all so loving and close. Even if your parents were busy on your birthday, they were out trying to protect you and everyone else they love."
"Yeah, from people like you!"
"No, not from people like me. Maybe people like my parents, but not me. I never want to be a Death Eater. And now, I have protection! The Order said they'd protect me."
"Why don't you want to join? You always seem so happy when bad things happen to Harry and every time the Death Eaters act up you're always so excited."
"I'll admit I don't like Potter much, but the rest of it's all brainwash, fear, and pride. Like earlier, when I said I was sorry... I didn't mean to say those things! I try to fight it! It drives me insane! It's like two people are in my head screaming and yelling at each other, bossing me around, and trying to take control of my body and soul. I think I'm going mad."
Ron started cracking up. Draco shook with anger.
"Shut it, Weasel, or next time you mess up, it'll be Potter I curse, not you. You wouldn't want your little lover hurt, would you?" he smirked.
"Leave Harry alone, Malfoy. He isn't my boyfriend, but he is my best friend, and if you even attempt anything-"
"Hehe, you're kind of cute when you're angry." Draco giggled.
"That's disgusting, Malfoy, you fag!" Ron fumed, stood up, and sat on his bed.
Draco took out yet another bottle of Fire Whiskey, but when he went to open it, his fingers slipped, and it broke into pieces. Draco's hand was cut on the side, and was bleeding pretty badly.
"I told you to stop drinking them!" Ron screamed as he jumped off his bed and picked up the glass. After throwing them all away, he sat next to Draco. "You idiot, you're going to stain the rug!" he yelled when he saw Draco's hand lying on the floor. He took his wand out and mumbled a spell. He cradled Draco's hand in his own. "Does it still hurt?"
"Well, I can't really feel anything right now." Draco laughed and turned to Ron, who tried to let go of Draco's hand. Draco held Ron's tighter, and pulled him closer to him. "By the way," Draco whispered in Ron's ear, "You look dead sexy in that outfit."
Before Ron could retort, Draco kissed him softly on the lips. He then passed out, either from the alcohol, the loss of blood, or the kiss... possibly all three. Ron stood up and let Draco fall to the floor. He wiped his lips off on the back of his hand. "This is the thanks I get for trying to be nice?! I should have let him bleed to death." Ron spat out at the limp figure on the floor.
The next morning, Ron was sitting on the couch listening to the wireless when Draco came down stairs. "Hey." he said and sat next to the red head. Ron looked at him nervously and edged away, afraid he might try something else. "Why do we always have to be alone?!" Ron thought angrily.
"Look, about last night-" Draco started.
"It's not problem, you were drunk, forgive and forget." Ron cut him off, not wanting to talk about it. He turned the volume up on the wireless, both because a good song came on, and so he wouldn't have to talk to Draco.
Draco walked over to the wireless and turned it off completely. "Do you believe me?"
"About what?" Ron spat, fighting Draco to turn the music back on.
"Do you believe that I'm not so bad?"
"Who cares, it's not like you can harm anyone while you're here."
"I care! I'm not going to be here forever you know. Soon we'll have to go back to school, then another summer, school again, and I'm out on my own. There's no telling what I'll do then."
"If you were truly good then you wouldn't be thinking that."
"Ron, I need your help! Don't you get it!? I'm messed up! My mind has been wrapped around my father's finger since I was a child. I'm just figuring out what it's like to think on my own. You've got to bear with me, befriend me-"
"Befriend you?! Not going to happen."
"Why not!?"
"Well, there's still the fact that you hate me, you hate my friends, and you think the portrait is funny!" Ron pointed at the curtains hiding Mrs. Black.
"Oh, that. She's my great aunt, what do you expect? She was the only one who ever actually cared about me. She thought I was just oh so cute... which I am of course... She died when I was young. It's nice to see her again, even if it's a picture of her screaming out the things that I'm trying to get out of my head..."
Ron stayed silent. He wasn't really sure if this was all just an act, or if Malfoy was actually telling the truth for once. Soon, Draco broke the silence. "I'm sorry about kissing you." Ron frowned at the memory. Well, as long as they were on the topic, he might as well have asked what he'd been wondering.
"So... was it just the Whiskey, or are you actually gay or something?"
"I don't know..." Draco pondered, "Like I said, I'm still just forming my own mind. It's such a relief to be able to think for myself, that I guess I just wanted to try out different things. The Whiskey helped out a lot of course, and the fact that you were sitting so damn close." he laughed.
"I was helping you out! You were bleeding!" Ron defended himself.
"I know, and I'm very thankful, I think I would have just sat there, I was too absorbed in the drink to think right..." Ron could tell Draco hated using the word "think". I mean, who could when you're still not even sure what it's really like to think, and feel, and care, and love.
The sat uncomfortably for some time. Ron was afraid Draco might fancy him, and Draco was trying to sort out if he did or not. Throughout his life he caught him self checking out a few guys, but quickly beat himself up over it. Ron had never even considered being gay. It was absolutely out of the question. He knew from the start what was expected of him. Besides, the twins would tease him to no end about it. He had a growing crush on Hermione, but secretly liked the short kiss he and Draco shared.
"It's just a mouth," he kept telling himself, "even if it did belong to Malfoy, a guy, it's just a mouth!" It wasn't his fault, Draco was the one who had came onto him. He was drunk and confused, he didn't know what he was doing.
He suddenly felt guilty, and decided to call Hermione. He looked at Malfoy, and remembered that he said he actually wanted to be able to go for walks. "Hey, Draco, let's go down to the pay phone. I'll be nice...I swear. You can bring your wand, I don't care. I've got to talk to 'Mione."
Draco smiled excitedly at how polite Ron just acted. "Give me a minute to get changed and cleaned up and all...please." Draco responded. He ran off and came back a few minutes later in an extremely tight silver tee-shirt that matched his skin and showed his muscles so well, that he might as well not have worn one at all. He had tight black leather pants on.
The sight of this would normally have made Ron throw up, but when he found himself smiling instead, he dashed out the door, more needing to talk to Hermione.
"Hermione?" Ron said happily into the phone when Hermione picked up her cell.
"Ron! I'm so glad to hear from you!"
"Boy, am I glad to talk to you too."
"Should you be with Draco though?"
"Oh, you've heard too?"
"Remus has a big mouth." Hermione giggled.
"I am... How's the ski trip?"
"Great! You'll never guess who's come to visit me!"
"Gildaroy Lockhart?" Ron joked.
"No, heavens no! Viktor!"
"Viktor? Krum? There? With you? Skiing? With you!?"
"Yes, isn't it great! He said he missed me too much! It's so great to see him!"
Ron's jaw dropped. His heart sank. He dropped the phone and left it dangling. He turned and slowly left the phone booth. Hermione was with Viktor Krum in some cozy cabin doing who knows what. "What's wrong?" Draco jogged up next to him.
"Nothing, just leave me alone." Ron said emotionlessly.
"Wait a minute. I spilled my heart out to you last night and this morning about my whole life, and one thing happens on the phone with Hermione and you're just going to push me away?"
"Pretty much"
Back at the house they sat on the couch again. Draco had told Ron if he didn't tell him what happened that he would turn him into a giant pink elephant with purple pokadots and fairy wings. After a conversation of "You wouldn't." "Oh, I would." "You'd get in trouble!" "It'd only be a first offense." "You wouldn't!" "Try me!", Ron gave in and told Draco what happened.
"It doesn't mean that he and Granger are a couple." Draco told Ron.
"He likes her. They went to the Yule ball together, and they still write to each other."
"That still doesn't prove anything."
"They're probably planning their whole future and snogging and Hermione's probably forgetting all about me. I never really expected her to like me, but it'd be nice if she never paid attention to the fact that I fancy her!"
"Why not tell her then?"
"She should know! Besides, I'm through with her, no matter how hard it's going to be. Krum can have her and she and I will just continue our friendship."
"Good good, I can help you."
"How?"
Draco sat closer to Ron, as close as he cloud. They stared into each others eyes. Draco leaned it, and-
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Ron sat on the floor in front of him. "Give me that." he took the bottle and threw it in the trash can across the room, which ate it and burped loudly. Draco giggled drunkenly at the sound. "Where did you get this?" Ron asked, gently.
"I came down to use the bath room, and I found a whole bunch in the kitchen. I've been needing a good drink. You people have nothing but water and pumpkin juice!"
"Well, that's normal. I suppose your parents let you drink this stuff?"
"Let? Like they would ever bother to see what I was ever up to. I just get it from the house elves, they're more than willing to go to great lengths to get me what ever I want." a crooked smiled fixed on his face.
"Must be nice." Ron frowned at the fact that he was so poor.
"Oh come on Weasley." Draco hiccoughed "You've got it way better off."
"Really, then why have you been complaining about how boring it is here and about how you hate everyone here. You are so unappreciative. Dumbledore could have left you out on the streets. How would the poor little prince ever survive?" Ron said sarcastically.
"You think I'm a prince?" Draco beamed.
"I was kidding you prick!"
"I am appreciative, it's just that I'm not used to any of this. I'm used to doing what ever I want whenever and wherever I want to. But here, there are no servants, no pools, nothing! I can't even take a walk, write letters to my friends, or fly! Do you know how deprived I'm feeling?! I need to fly, it's my passion!" He pulled out another bottle, opened it, and started drinking.
"Well, get used to it!" Ron snapped.
"And it's not like that's even the worst part." He took another sip before Ron pulled it out of his hands and threw it away. The can belched again and Draco giggled. "I never had a problem with the way my parents were. They stayed out of my life, and I stayed out of theirs. There was the occasional "How to keep the Dark Lord happy" speech from my dad, which I usually tried to block out.
"My mum is always really quiet. She wasn't supposed to be part of the Death Eaters. But once you and your stupid friends went and got my dad arrested, she had to take his place. She hated it, but of course we're all frightened of the Dark Lord."
"Even a Malfoy?" Ron laughed.
"Of course, why else do you think my father would ever let his pride slip aside, and go under the rule of someone else. If it wasn't for Voldemort, he would be the one ruling."
"Then why on Earth did he give Riddle's diary to my poor little sister!?" Ron screamed.
"He knew if he didn't help, someone would, and when Voldemort was back to power he'd punish my father. You obviously don't understand how he works."
"Yeah, because I don't understand evil masterminds, sorry."
"Anyway, now that I've come here and I've seen you and your family... you're all so loving and close. Even if your parents were busy on your birthday, they were out trying to protect you and everyone else they love."
"Yeah, from people like you!"
"No, not from people like me. Maybe people like my parents, but not me. I never want to be a Death Eater. And now, I have protection! The Order said they'd protect me."
"Why don't you want to join? You always seem so happy when bad things happen to Harry and every time the Death Eaters act up you're always so excited."
"I'll admit I don't like Potter much, but the rest of it's all brainwash, fear, and pride. Like earlier, when I said I was sorry... I didn't mean to say those things! I try to fight it! It drives me insane! It's like two people are in my head screaming and yelling at each other, bossing me around, and trying to take control of my body and soul. I think I'm going mad."
Ron started cracking up. Draco shook with anger.
"Shut it, Weasel, or next time you mess up, it'll be Potter I curse, not you. You wouldn't want your little lover hurt, would you?" he smirked.
"Leave Harry alone, Malfoy. He isn't my boyfriend, but he is my best friend, and if you even attempt anything-"
"Hehe, you're kind of cute when you're angry." Draco giggled.
"That's disgusting, Malfoy, you fag!" Ron fumed, stood up, and sat on his bed.
Draco took out yet another bottle of Fire Whiskey, but when he went to open it, his fingers slipped, and it broke into pieces. Draco's hand was cut on the side, and was bleeding pretty badly.
"I told you to stop drinking them!" Ron screamed as he jumped off his bed and picked up the glass. After throwing them all away, he sat next to Draco. "You idiot, you're going to stain the rug!" he yelled when he saw Draco's hand lying on the floor. He took his wand out and mumbled a spell. He cradled Draco's hand in his own. "Does it still hurt?"
"Well, I can't really feel anything right now." Draco laughed and turned to Ron, who tried to let go of Draco's hand. Draco held Ron's tighter, and pulled him closer to him. "By the way," Draco whispered in Ron's ear, "You look dead sexy in that outfit."
Before Ron could retort, Draco kissed him softly on the lips. He then passed out, either from the alcohol, the loss of blood, or the kiss... possibly all three. Ron stood up and let Draco fall to the floor. He wiped his lips off on the back of his hand. "This is the thanks I get for trying to be nice?! I should have let him bleed to death." Ron spat out at the limp figure on the floor.
The next morning, Ron was sitting on the couch listening to the wireless when Draco came down stairs. "Hey." he said and sat next to the red head. Ron looked at him nervously and edged away, afraid he might try something else. "Why do we always have to be alone?!" Ron thought angrily.
"Look, about last night-" Draco started.
"It's not problem, you were drunk, forgive and forget." Ron cut him off, not wanting to talk about it. He turned the volume up on the wireless, both because a good song came on, and so he wouldn't have to talk to Draco.
Draco walked over to the wireless and turned it off completely. "Do you believe me?"
"About what?" Ron spat, fighting Draco to turn the music back on.
"Do you believe that I'm not so bad?"
"Who cares, it's not like you can harm anyone while you're here."
"I care! I'm not going to be here forever you know. Soon we'll have to go back to school, then another summer, school again, and I'm out on my own. There's no telling what I'll do then."
"If you were truly good then you wouldn't be thinking that."
"Ron, I need your help! Don't you get it!? I'm messed up! My mind has been wrapped around my father's finger since I was a child. I'm just figuring out what it's like to think on my own. You've got to bear with me, befriend me-"
"Befriend you?! Not going to happen."
"Why not!?"
"Well, there's still the fact that you hate me, you hate my friends, and you think the portrait is funny!" Ron pointed at the curtains hiding Mrs. Black.
"Oh, that. She's my great aunt, what do you expect? She was the only one who ever actually cared about me. She thought I was just oh so cute... which I am of course... She died when I was young. It's nice to see her again, even if it's a picture of her screaming out the things that I'm trying to get out of my head..."
Ron stayed silent. He wasn't really sure if this was all just an act, or if Malfoy was actually telling the truth for once. Soon, Draco broke the silence. "I'm sorry about kissing you." Ron frowned at the memory. Well, as long as they were on the topic, he might as well have asked what he'd been wondering.
"So... was it just the Whiskey, or are you actually gay or something?"
"I don't know..." Draco pondered, "Like I said, I'm still just forming my own mind. It's such a relief to be able to think for myself, that I guess I just wanted to try out different things. The Whiskey helped out a lot of course, and the fact that you were sitting so damn close." he laughed.
"I was helping you out! You were bleeding!" Ron defended himself.
"I know, and I'm very thankful, I think I would have just sat there, I was too absorbed in the drink to think right..." Ron could tell Draco hated using the word "think". I mean, who could when you're still not even sure what it's really like to think, and feel, and care, and love.
The sat uncomfortably for some time. Ron was afraid Draco might fancy him, and Draco was trying to sort out if he did or not. Throughout his life he caught him self checking out a few guys, but quickly beat himself up over it. Ron had never even considered being gay. It was absolutely out of the question. He knew from the start what was expected of him. Besides, the twins would tease him to no end about it. He had a growing crush on Hermione, but secretly liked the short kiss he and Draco shared.
"It's just a mouth," he kept telling himself, "even if it did belong to Malfoy, a guy, it's just a mouth!" It wasn't his fault, Draco was the one who had came onto him. He was drunk and confused, he didn't know what he was doing.
He suddenly felt guilty, and decided to call Hermione. He looked at Malfoy, and remembered that he said he actually wanted to be able to go for walks. "Hey, Draco, let's go down to the pay phone. I'll be nice...I swear. You can bring your wand, I don't care. I've got to talk to 'Mione."
Draco smiled excitedly at how polite Ron just acted. "Give me a minute to get changed and cleaned up and all...please." Draco responded. He ran off and came back a few minutes later in an extremely tight silver tee-shirt that matched his skin and showed his muscles so well, that he might as well not have worn one at all. He had tight black leather pants on.
The sight of this would normally have made Ron throw up, but when he found himself smiling instead, he dashed out the door, more needing to talk to Hermione.
"Hermione?" Ron said happily into the phone when Hermione picked up her cell.
"Ron! I'm so glad to hear from you!"
"Boy, am I glad to talk to you too."
"Should you be with Draco though?"
"Oh, you've heard too?"
"Remus has a big mouth." Hermione giggled.
"I am... How's the ski trip?"
"Great! You'll never guess who's come to visit me!"
"Gildaroy Lockhart?" Ron joked.
"No, heavens no! Viktor!"
"Viktor? Krum? There? With you? Skiing? With you!?"
"Yes, isn't it great! He said he missed me too much! It's so great to see him!"
Ron's jaw dropped. His heart sank. He dropped the phone and left it dangling. He turned and slowly left the phone booth. Hermione was with Viktor Krum in some cozy cabin doing who knows what. "What's wrong?" Draco jogged up next to him.
"Nothing, just leave me alone." Ron said emotionlessly.
"Wait a minute. I spilled my heart out to you last night and this morning about my whole life, and one thing happens on the phone with Hermione and you're just going to push me away?"
"Pretty much"
Back at the house they sat on the couch again. Draco had told Ron if he didn't tell him what happened that he would turn him into a giant pink elephant with purple pokadots and fairy wings. After a conversation of "You wouldn't." "Oh, I would." "You'd get in trouble!" "It'd only be a first offense." "You wouldn't!" "Try me!", Ron gave in and told Draco what happened.
"It doesn't mean that he and Granger are a couple." Draco told Ron.
"He likes her. They went to the Yule ball together, and they still write to each other."
"That still doesn't prove anything."
"They're probably planning their whole future and snogging and Hermione's probably forgetting all about me. I never really expected her to like me, but it'd be nice if she never paid attention to the fact that I fancy her!"
"Why not tell her then?"
"She should know! Besides, I'm through with her, no matter how hard it's going to be. Krum can have her and she and I will just continue our friendship."
"Good good, I can help you."
"How?"
Draco sat closer to Ron, as close as he cloud. They stared into each others eyes. Draco leaned it, and-
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