Ron stood in front of the mirror in the Prefect's bathroom, staring at his reflection, looking to find any small detail that might be unperfected. He heard the door open and looked away from his image, and past himself to see Draco wearing a large smile. Ron spun around and walked towards the blonde.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked

Ron nodded, he sure hoped so, he had bathed for an hour and cleared his mind of everything, trying to calm himself. He still wasn't too excited about spending the evening with a group of Death Eaters while his friends where in a nice safe castle eating lots of sweets. Even if ministry members were going to be there, Ron still didn't feel too safe. However, he figured it'd all be worth it to spend the time with Ron.

"Did you pack your things" Draco asked. He had informed the Redhead that they'd be spending the night at his house, and they'd return home the next afternoon when they were ready. That only made Ron more nervous, fore the ministry members would surly be leaving sometime that night, and he'd be alone in a house with a clan of Malfoy's. He gulped and nodded.

"The carriages are waiting." Draco said, pulling Ron out of the room, barely giving the boy time enough to get his bag.

The took the carriages down to Hogsmead, and then rode the Knight Bus to Malfoy Manner. Sure, the scenery on the way there wasn't as great as the ride on the Hogwarts Express, but it was a sure of a hell lot shorter. They didn't talk much, there were too many strange and sinister wizard's around. As soon as they stepped off of the bus, and it sped away, Draco turned to Ron and hugged him.

Ron was so very surprised that he nearly fainted, but settled on wrapping his own arms around the beautiful blonde in front of him. They stood that way, electrical currents running between them, for a few moments before Draco pulled away, blush playing at his cheeks.

"What was that for... not that I'm complaining!" Ron said, blush appearing on his cheeks as well.

"I just.... well, er... It's just." Draco cleared his throat and tried again. "I've never had a friend over before." There, he said it.

"Really?" Ron giggled.

"Shut up, Weasley!"

"Sorry, it's just... never?!"

"Nope, no one's ever really been important enough. Like I said, Crabbe and Goyle are usually just a nuisance, and the others are still just a distraction from my drawing and potion making."

"I don't know what I'd do without my summers with Harry and Hermione."

"You spend the whole summer with them?" Draco face sunk.

"Well, with Hermione. Harry usually comes for the last for weeks." Ron said, trying not to sound to happy. He didn't want to make Draco feel worse about spending his summers alone. "Shall we go in?"

"Okay." Draco smiled, and said "After you."

Ron walked up to the large dark stone building. It wasn't very welcoming, and the towering shadows of the tall house creeped him out a bit. When they reached the lighter stone door, Draco reached out with his left hand, and pressed his palm, fingers spread, against the cold surface. Black light spread across the door, darkening it for a second, and then it glowed green before opening. Draco was welcomed by a squeaky voice, and he threw his cloak on top of a small house elf.

Ron looked worriedly at the tiny creature as it struggled to balance a large pile of coats. "Let me help you with those." the redhead said with a warm smile. He grabbed the pile and levitated them to a near by closet, where he hung them.

"Tinky thanks you so much, Mister!" the elf bowed one too many times to Ron before scurrying off to help with something else.

"Why do you always have to be so nice, Weasley!?" Draco half growled half smiled.

Ron laughed and shook his head before the two walked through the small entrance hall and into the ball room.

"Draco!" the blonde heard his name from many different directions before he was crowded by a flock of giggling girls.

"Yes, yes. Nice to see you too. Oh, that's nice. I'm sure it's lovely." Draco could be heard under the smothering answering the many questions being thrown his way.

"Eh, hem!" Ron stepped into the middle of the crowd. "Draco, might I steal you for a minute?" he said properly and Draco nodded, giving him a thankful smile.

"Thanks for that. They all lust after me year by year...it's really getting old."

"Draco, stop bragging." came another voice.

"Gary..." Draco whispered. He and the redhead spun around to see a tall, slender blonde standing there.

"And who is this?" Gary eyed Ron.

"This is Ron Weasley... Ron, this is my cousin, Gary Black."

"Black..." Ron trailed off, thinking of Sirius. It was always so hard to believe he was related to the Malfoys.

"And are you two...an item of something?"

Ron blushed, but Draco's kept his composure.

"Shove off, Gary! And to answer that question, no." Draco spat.

"Let's go Ron, we've made our appearance, now we can get away from all of this." he grabbed the redheads arm and dragged him up three flights of stairs and through a few corridors.

When Draco opened the door to his bedroom, he stepped in and started rummaging through his huge walk in closet. Ron looked around at the completely silver room. The walls, the furniture, the floor, the ceiling, the lamps, all of the bits and bobs... they were all silver.

"A bit obsessed, are we?" Ron laughed.

Draco came out of his closet holding a silver binder, and tossed it onto his bed before laughing and walking over to Ron. "Just a bit... come and see!" he pulled Ron over to his bed, and the two sat down to look in the binder.

"Your art work?" Ron said, staring at the many anime drawings. There were creatures of every nature, fight scenes, landscapes, and many other amazing drawings. One in particular jumped out at Ron. There was a couple, two males, wrapped in each others arms, sitting on a heart shaped sofa. They were both warriors, prepared for battle, spending their (possibly) last moments together. "This is amazing." Ron breathed, looking at the texture and color that made it stand out even better.

"That's my favorite." Draco nearly blushed.

There was a knock at the door. Draco quickly hide the drawings under his bed and raced to the door.

"Oh, it's just you." he said.

"What, it's not special enough for a better greeting?" Gary mock pouted.

"You'll get over it." Draco laughed and sat back down next to Ron.

"So... if you two aren't a couple? Then...what are you?"

"Friends, obviously." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Friends...? Okay..."

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"I've heard of the Weasleys... they are... er... not very much like this family." Gary tried not to offend them.

Ron forced himself to stay calm, and grabbed Draco's hand without thinking. Unbelievably, Draco squeezed his hand, and held onto it, reassuring his friend that he'd survive.

"So then," Gary continued. "If you two are such good friends, did you tell him yet?" a mischievous glint appeared in the taller blondes dark blue eyes.

"Tell me what?" Ron asked, curiously.

"Get out!" Draco commanded to Gary. "Out, now!" the fury rose up in him. Ron squeezed onto his hand and Draco clamed down a bit, but his old anger had already chased Gary out of the room.

"Draco, you know that you can tell me anything. You've trusted me so far." Ron said, turning to the blonde with worried eyes.

"Ron..." Draco sighed and laid down on the bed. Ron looked over at him and sighed as well.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?"

"I... can't..." Draco sat back up and looked at Ron. "Just trust me... trust me that I'll tell you when I can."

"I trust you, Draco." Wow, those words, in that order... that was something Ron would have never said before these past few weeks.

For a moment they sat staring at each other, before Draco stood up and walked over to a cabinet on his wall. He opened the silver doors and took out a bottle of sparkling champagne. "Would you like some?" he asked, popping the cork from the bottle, and pouring some into a glass.

"You know I don't drink." Ron said firmly.

"Oh Weasley, it's a holiday! The most important holiday of our kind. Just a sip?" Draco pouted.

Ron sighed and gave in. What could a sip hurt? Besides, Draco was right. It was Halloween. Plus, he could use with a bit of claming while being stuck in this house. Stuck? Did he really feel that way? Of course he was glad to be alone with Draco, but it was everyone else that frightened him. He took the glass Draco was holding and sipped from it.

"Do you like it?" Draco asked with a grin on his face before taking it back and finishing off the glass. He refilled it and Ron took some more of it.

"It's... exceptional!" Ron smiled but then his face sunk. He wouldn't allow himself to become addicted to it. He sat on a silky silver love seat in the corner of the room and finished off the glass before sitting it on an end table and shaking his head. "That's enough... and I mean for you too."

"Very well." Draco sighed, took a sip from the bottle, and recorked it. He sat down next to Ron on the love seat and turned towards him. "So far so good, right? You haven't been taken away to Volemort," he giggled slightly when Ron flinched at the name. "and you haven't been blown up by my father and his friends."

"There's still time." Ron teased. "We haven't been here long enough yet." He looked around the room, there was something very warming about all of the silver. It reminded him of Draco's loving eyes, and the way the boy's hair flowed over them, and-

"Ron... Weasley? Are you okay?" Draco snapped his fingers in front of the redheads face, which was staring right at him.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just...er... thinking is all."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. No, I'm better than fine." He gave Draco and reassuring smile. The blonde smiled back before getting a chill and leaning on Ron's shoulder for warmth.

"Sometimes the ghosts like to play tricks on me." Draco hissed. However, Ron didn't hear it, fore he was too heated and excited about the fact that Draco's beautiful head was resting on his strong shoulder.

There was another knock at the door, Draco stood up and opened the door. Lucius stood there, dressed in the finest robes Ron had ever seen. "I need you both downstairs. It's time for the opening ceremonies." he smiled shortly and almost nicely at Ron before disapperating back downstairs.

"Let's go then." Draco sighed. "It'll only take a few minutes. Then we can get some food, and bring it back with us."

Ron fallowed his crush down the three flights of stairs, grudgingly. He missed that warmth on his shoulder. When they arrived downstairs, the crowd was a lot bigger, and as they walked by the groups of giggling girls, they reached out to touch Draco's, but he merely shrugged them off.

They took a seat in the dining hall, and waited for Lucius to begin his speech.

"Welcome, and thank you all for coming." The man's strong voice boomed through the room. "This is our Fifteenth Annual Ball, and it's nice to see the crowed grow larger with each passing year." Ron and Draco both zoned out after awhile, whispering to each other, and thinking about more important things than Lucius' bragging speech. "I thank you again, let the feast begin!" the man finished after ten minutes, and the crowd clapped wildly. Draco grabbed Ron's arm again and pulled him off to the buffet.

They grabbed large piles of their favorite foods, and levitated them up to Draco's room. They set them down on his desk and Draco grabbed another chair out of his closet for Ron. They sat and ate. Ron moaned in happiness, he'd never tasted food so good before. Draco found it very interesting, indeed, that Ron had completely steered away from all foods with any meat in them. It brought a smile to the blonde's face.

When they were done, they made their way back to the silky love seat, and Ron spoke first. "You know, I really love your artwork. I'm glad you finally showed me some."

"Thank you." Draco blushed slightly. "I'll have to show you some that I have at school. Some of my favorites are there. Oh...and..." for the first time he truly blushed. "I've made some of you."

"Oh me?" Ron smiled, and blushed more brilliantly than Draco did.

"Yes. I think you'll like them." Draco turned away, trying to regain his composer.

They sat for a while, both blushing, and trying to understand why they couldn't stop it. Finally Draco sighed and said "I can't stand this anymore!"

He turned to Ron and pulled the redhead's face towards him. "Ron, there's something... odd, something inside of me that I can't control. I've never really known control, but this is something I can't hide any longer. It's tearing me apart. I don't care if it ruins our friendship, because I would rather die than waste another moment of my life without doing this!"

Ron didn't know what Draco was talking about, but he sure felt the same way about one of his feelings. Only when Draco did what he was talking about, did Ron realize that perhaps their feelings were more alike then he realized.

The blonde leaned in and placed his soft, cool lips onto Ron's equally soft, warm ones. Ron's shocked eyes closed and he melted into the kiss, his body warming Draco's, and Draco's cold body keeping Ron in line, so that he wouldn't get too out of control due to the feelings rushing through him.

After a few seconds, although it felt like an eternity, Draco pulled away and mentally slapped himself. "I'm sorry." he stood up and walked to his bed, dropping his face into his hands.

Ron took a moment to let the shock wear off, although his smile didn't fade, before he made his way over to Draco and sat down next to him. "Draco..." he wrapped an arm around the blonde. Draco shrugged Ron off of him as if he were one of the lusting girls downstairs. Ron's face dropped and he moved to the floor, where he kneeled in front of Draco, and pulled the boys soft, pale arms out from under his head, so that he was forced to look into Ron's eyes. "You started it, so why are you so upset?"

"Ron, don't you see? It's wrong!" Draco whispered.

"What's so wrong about it?"

"I've never had urges like this before. I've never felt like this about anyone, let alone a guy! I hated you, Weasley! I honestly hated you! Not because of who you are, because I didn't know you, but because of who you know. Now I'm putting up with Potter and that damned Mudblood, just so you won't hate me anymore! But I've gone to far. Bloody hell, I kissed you!" Draco screamed and fell back onto his bead.

"Draco... Draco, sit up." Ron said softly, and grabbed Draco's arms, pulling him into a sitting position, before sitting down next to him on the bed. "I feel the same way. Don't you think it drives me crazy that I feel this way about a bloody Malfoy!?"

Draco lifted his head up and smiled slightly. "You... you feel the same way?" he seemed a lot more confident now.

"Of course, that's what I've been trying to tell you." he smiled. "Do you think I would put up with you and come to this party if I didn't?" Both boys laughed and Draco shook his head. "You're not the Malfoy that everyone sees you as. You're the Draco that I know you are. Although you have a lot of the same irritable features that Malfoy does, I can deal with them." Ron teased.

"Is that a good thing?" Draco questioned aloud.

"Of course. Draco, everything about you is wonderful. Although the things you've done in the past bother me sometimes, I know that there are some...issues that have made you do it. And, it still bothers me that you refer to one of my best friends as 'The Mudblood' but I think I can deal with that too..." he grinned and snaked an arm around Draco's waist and pulled him into an innocent, yet oh-so satisfying kiss. It was the beginning of a wonderful relationship... Draco only hoped his little secret wouldn't ruin it all.

!$!$! Ahh! I've been SO busy lately! I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this one out! Well, I hope you liked it. I hope it wasn't too rushed...blah, I didn't want to start their little relationship yet...but it kind of just happened. Eep...I hope you will all be okay with his secret... Well, I'll try to update again as soon as possible, the next chapter will be the conclusion of the party, their little sleepover, and the outing of the secret! Love Ambz !$!$!