Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or claim to ... or claim him. Although, I wish I could. Him and all his boy friends. Lol.

Summary: After their first meet-up, what's going on in Ron's head? What will he do with the journal?

Warnings: Ron-musing.

Ch. 8 One More Thought to the List

I sighed as I strolled the aisles of Honeydukes, waiting for Harry and Hermione. I felt pretty lucky, considering the fact that I had been right beside our meeting place, so I didn't have to walk far. However, the lucky feeling faded away as I waited, and waited, and waited for them to get there. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind about why they hadn't shown up yet, but none of them seemed to be the right solution. Maybe they had gone on without me when they hadn't seen me here. No, I hadn't been that late. I shrugged inwardly and picked up one of the new kinds of candy. Yummymelt Chocolate. Okay, that sounded weird. Maybe it melted in you mouth. Yep, that's what the label read. I rolled my eyes and set the candy back in its box. How original.

"So, you're back I see," a feminine voice came from behind me.

I jumped around to face the source of my surprise. The girl from before was standing there; the one who'd helped me find the inn. A smiled bloomed on her face and she reached up to hide her laughter. After a moment she put down her hand and smiled again.

"I hope you found what you were looking for," she looked down curiously at Draco's journal, which I was holding in my hand.

I nodded and put it back in my pocket. I didn't want her getting her hands on that. "Oh, yes, I did. Thank you."

"You are very welcome. Anything else I can help you with? Perhaps you'd like to try our latest installment of sweets?"

"No, that's all right. I'm fine." I wasn't too keen on putting something in my mouth before I heard what others had to say about it. "Wait a minute, maybe you could help me. I'm waiting for my two friends, one boy and one girl. The boy has messy black hair and is a bit shorter than me, well maybe more than just a bit, but erm ... the girl has bushy brown hair and uh, well..."

"I can't say I have seen them. But if I do see them, I'll tell them you were waiting."

I murmured my thanks, a half hearted smile on my face. She laughed and turned to make her way back to the counter. Okay, know I was really starting to get impatient. The girl was already back at the counter checking some customer out. I turned back to the candy and almost jumped right out of my shoes. There was a face right in front of mine, two eyes staring widely at me. It was Harry.

He smiled at me, looking as though he were about to laugh. "Oh, Ron. You should have seen your face. It was hilarious. Almost like you'd seen Malfoy."

I froze. Did he know? Oh wait, he was just using it as an expression. Harry looked at me funny, wondering why I had gone so quiet. "My face?!" I proclaimed, changing the subject. "Your face was the one that scared me. Maybe you should take a look in the mirror."

Harry shook his head. "I was just kidding, clam down. Come on, Hermione's waiting outside."

With a shrug I followed him out the door. The girl behind the counter winked at me as I left. I frowned and waved at her. Harry gave me a funny look and leaned real close to me. "I thought you buggered guys."

"Oh, buzz off!" I said, pushing him away. "What business is it of yours?"

Harry laughed, "None, I suppose. Unless you've been doing naughty things at night while the rest of us Gryffindor boys were sound asleep."

A blush crept across my face at Harry's words. Just what was he implying? Hermione's eyebrows rose at the look on my face as we neared her. She shifted the bag she was holding, that was probably full of books, from her left hand to her right and rested the left lightly on her hip. "So, Ronald. Did you get your present?"

Oh no, I had forgotten all about it. "Well, you see ... I, uh,"

"I'll bet they didn't have it in stock," Harry grumbled, shuffling his feet.

"Exactly," I exclaimed loudly, relieved at the excuse Harry had procured for me. I could have kissed him right then, not that I would have.

Hermione looked at me suspiciously for a moment, but didn't push me for an honest answer. She instead turned her attention to Harry. "You're just mad because you couldn't get that ... thing that you wanted." She looked pointedly at me while saying that last part.

I blinked, horribly confused. What 'thing' had Harry been going to buy? What did it have to do with me? I didn't have any time to speculate. Harry had immediately started for Hogwarts after Hermione spoke. He muttered under his breath as his steps quickened.

"What's wrong with him?" I questioned, a bit worried.

"Oh nothing," Hermione said, looking very secretive and not trying to hide it.

"Sure," I responded, not believing what she had said one bit.

I spent most of the afternoon trying to figure out what Harry had been going to buy, or asking Hermione to tell me. She wouldn't, of course. Why was everyone keeping secrets from me? They both knew I liked guys. Couldn't they at least tell me what was going on? The only idea I could come up with was that it might be a present for me, but it could be something awful. Maybe I didn't want to know about it all that much, but it was one more thought to worry over, and my mind didn't like that too much. The rest of the night I thought about Malfoy and his journal. I came so close to just grabbing it and looking through it. I didn't though. Besides, one of the guys might happen to see.

I had a dream that night. In the dream, I gave in to my desire to open the book. For some odd reason I was with Malfoy on every page. Weird, huh? I decided that I really did want to shag him. Maybe I wouldn't have to wait too long. In conclusion, I had a very unfulfilling night. I didn't even get to finish my 'interesting' dream before I woke up.

"Morning Ron, it's time to get up."

"Go away. 'm sleeping." I groaned as light hit my eyes.

"Exactly!" Proclaimed Seamus from the side of my bed, "And it's disturbing me. All that moaning and such is getting on all of our nerves."

I sat up quickly in my bed. "What?" He laughed slightly. "I ... I didn't say anything did I?"

"Like what? A name perhaps?"

Dread filled every pore in my body. Oh bloody hell! Now everyone would know. This was not good. "Whose?"

Seamus laughed hard at this. When he was finished he looked at me seriously. "Well, Ron. I don't know how to say this, but ..... I wouldn't know. I didn't hear a name. That was just a guess."

"You bugger!" I cursed hitting him on the shoulder in half-anger. I shook my head and got up, heading for the bathroom, rubbing my eyes the whole way. Inside, Harry was brushing his hair.

"Since when do you use a brush?" I asked groggily. "I thought you just raked it with your fingers."

Harry smiled and shook his head, looking at me through the mirror. "You're so funny, Ron. I started now of course."

I snorted and headed for the showers. How could he be so happy this early in the morning? When I stepped into the shower stall, the cold water hit me like a hundred knives. No, I take that back, it was more like a thousand, but at least it woke me up. Right after I woke up and got the water heated, my mind started to race. I remembered that Malfoy's journal was hidden in my bedside table's bottom drawer, beneath a stack of incomplete homework. Unless someone had found it. The thought disturbed me and caused me to rush through my shower, probably forgetting to scrub in about ten places.

After I thought I was clean enough, I raced out of the shower, almost forgetting my towel. I ran my fingers through my hair, not taking the time to do so much as brush. Then, I quickly brushed my teeth, halfway through I realized I had forgotten to use toothpaste. Oh well. Since all of that was taken care of, I headed for my night stand, opened the lower drawer, and rifled around for the book. Phew! It was still there. I pulled it out and sat down on the bed in relief.

"Come on, Ron. Do you want to eat or not?" Came Harry's voice from the stairway.

"No, that's all right. You go on without me. I'll catch up in a minute."

"Okay," Harry said making his way back down to the common room, probably to leave with Hermione.

I looked down intently at the book in my hands. I could take a peek. I mean, Malfoy would never know. I sat back against the headboard and put the book in front of me. For a few moments I just stared at the journal. Then unable to control myself anymore, or not wanting to, I opened it.

Arthur's Note: I am Ron's father, as you know ... and I do not approve of this story or this relationship. But ... if it's what Ron really wants, I must have a trade. Lucius Malfoy's head on a stick for my consent. Mwahahahaha!

Author's Note: Sorry, couldn't resist that little pun. You know Arthur and Author. Whatever, I'm stupid. Okay, first of all. There is a reason for it being so short. I wanted some opinions on who Ron should see Draco with. Any ideas? I have a few, but I'm not sure. Next, I want to send out a special thanks to my new beta, Mary, for getting this back to me so quickly. Even though, it still took me a while to get it out. I do have good excuses though. Bad computer, my play is showing tomorrow (dies)!, I'm lazy, stuff like that. Okay. Review with answers or send me an email at yahoo at Rebbie(underscore)malfoy. Got it? Good. Yay! Now onto another chappie!

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(blub)- Thanks much! I try so hard to make it great. I will continue.

(Lady Akuma)-Man? I'm not a man. Lol, but thanks ne ways. By the way, I know you didn't mean it that way, I'm just being stupid. Thanks for reading! :)

(Goddess24)-Oh my goodness! A Goddess is reading my story?! Lol. Cool. Oooohhh, would Draco really do anything like that without meaning to? AKA, leaving the book there.

(ziona2000)-Thanks! Love you bunches for reviewing there, although you're the only one. I suppose that's not why I write though, so it's all good. A pic? You mean on the main page? I wish I could draw. Then I would. Well, I wish I could draw couples good anyway. Lol. I will let you know. :-D

(bran new lovesong)- Oh, cool name. Harry? I'll keep that in mind. Lol, you answered my question before I even asked it. Oh yeah, I am planning on writing some higher rated chapters later on. I'll keep ya'll updated on that. Does that make you feel better?

(Thiralin)- Lol, of course he'll get foreplay though. Lol. Draco's just impatient ... or something. I dunno anymore.

(PoTtErRuLz140)- I didn't make you wait to long, did I? Thanks for the review. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

(I Heart DM 11)- Hey girl! Oh, Ron shagging Draco. Careful, I might get lost in dreams and forget to write it. Don't worry, I doubt you'll be disappointed. Yeah, highschool sucks royally ... especially when you're taking honor courses. Oh well, I try.

(Dark Angel of Sin)- Thanks. It's nice to know I'm on someone's alert list. grins I feel happy now. Boy sex is Fuckin Hot! Oh yeah! Good idea. Now I must get male friends to make out too. Hahaha!

(C.Y.Myers)- Lol, Ron needs to get a clue, huh? Oh well, we all make mistakes. He can always make up for it later though.

(ozumas girl)- Lol, another beating for Ron. I suppose he'll just have to take action. Lol. Don't worry, it's not like they'll never get things in the open. Smile!

-Rebbie