This is like 90 percent dialogue…something I don't really do much but that's all I kept writing in a spurt of inspiration. This was done in like an hour and a half (half an hour was spent watching Colin Farrell on Scrubs, mind you).

I'll put up the next chapter in a few hours…the original idea was the second chapter actually. Speaking of the idea, I must give props where they are due to Genuine, her review for my other monster of a story "Good Vibrations" sparked this idea.

Cassie x

Chapter 1

"The Quidditch pitch?! You can't think of a more subtle way to come out?" Ron shouted at the blonde who was slipping into his seeker uniform.

Pausing with the robe half way up his stomach, a smile appears. "You're the one that wants people to know…there isn't a better way then for everyone to find out at once," Draco replied.

"Don't blame this on me! If you don't want people to know, you wouldn't of just told me the most ludicrous plan to out us in front of the whole school," Ron whined, sitting down on the bed.

"What are you talking about?" Draco mused, slipping the robe onto his shoulders and walking over to the distressed redhead. Lifting up the boy's sunken head with his delicate fingers, Draco made his eyes lock with the familiar blues. "I could care less what people think, I don't need their approval. Although, I would like everyone to know so I don't have to always meet you in private. I'd like to kiss you in public, smile, wink, be nice to you, even cop a feel, when I want, where I want."

The worried look slowly melted when the Slytherin tilted his head down to give a small kiss, "Oh Drac- is that all you ever think about?" Ron inquired dramatically.

A slight shrug and a wide smile from the blonde made Ron snort with mock indignance. "Why else would I still get it up for you for over a year now?" Draco quipped. (The heated relationship had been a long time coming but once it started, it seemed the passion never stopped. After a fated detention, the two could barely keep their hands off each other.)

"People are going to be very surprised. Most will probably hate us, or better yet, think it was some sort of odd joke. Unless the person is a first year Hufflepuff who never comes out for meals, they figure we're these excessive enemies who have nothing better to do than fight each other," Ron reasoned, moving his head from Draco's perch.

"Well they'd be close. We don't have anything better to do, but we screw each other instead; a lot more efficient if you ask me. If they don't get it, fuck 'em…except if you did literally, you do realize I would have to castrate them," Draco replied with simplicity and a smirk.

Ron stood up to button up Draco's robes, casually stroking the alabaster skin still left available to him. "It doesn't seem that much different; we still have bumps and bruises at the end of it. You scream like a girl…I dominate…" a shrug, "It's all very similar really."

"True, except on the point that you would actually beat me in a fight. You know that wouldn't happen, right?" Draco asked, rubbing the forearm that was helping him.

"Right, because you have perfected the 'kick and flee' technique. I almost killed you the time you decided to try that one out on me…" Ron reminisced on the time Draco gave him one in the crotch for having a drink with the brand new beater on their team as a reception. He finished fixing the Slytherin's green and silver robe and patted his chest cheekily.

Draco folded his arms, "You totally deserved it. Going off to Hogsmeade without telling me you were with that very attractive boy…"

Ron laughed and rolled his eyes, "Possessive prat. You almost took out my baby making abilities!" he griped.

"Like you're going to need them?" Draco snorted, staring blankly into his eyes.

"Still, my dick hurt for days…" the redhead sulked.

Unfolding his arms, Draco's hands slid to his waist with annoyance, "Didn't I make it up to you enough?"

Ron loved Draco's way of saying sorry…blowjobs. "Will you make this up for me tonight?" he asked innocently.

"I'm the one that's going to be making all of the moves today, let me remind you…is Ronnie-kins too shy to stand up for the man he's fucking?" Draco accused the Gryffindor.

"You make it seem oh so romantic Draco," Ron articulated, his arm significantly waving in front of his face.

"And you say I'm dramatic…" he scoffed.

Ron shook his head at the inconsistency, "I'm not the one thinking about halting a Quidditch celebration to uncover your boyfriend."

"Not just thinking of, going to," Draco said with finality.

"Are you really?"

A shrug. "Sure, why not?" the blonde assumed airily.

Mentally Ron laughed at his boyfriend's lack of ability to discern just what was important enough to give a second thought to. On the outside, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the scalp, "Well…"

Draco put his finger on Ron's lips to cease his doubts. "Just let me handle it, alright? I mean, imagine it. You and me in front of everyone in our school…no one will be able to take our eyes off of us as I snog the life out of you. It'll be really hot…" he proposed.

A shiver ran down his spine and an unanticipated sweat broke as Draco's arm linked around Ron's waist. Darting his tongue out to catch the finger, Draco removed it so Ron could move in for a kiss. As a slow, yet electric kiss was shared, Ron saw the need in Draco's eyes; not some lust ridden desperate look, but a deep need, one telling him that Draco really wanted to accomplish what he told him he was going to do.

Sharply breaking off, Draco sighed, "Okay okay lover boy, save it for the game. You know how painful it is to ride when you're hard. I bet that's what it's like for you every time you're out, playing against me," he teased.

"Nothing could have been as bad as the one time where I refused to finish you off right before one," Ron retorted, smiling as he stuck his tongue out slightly in jest.

Draco shook his head, remembering not so fondly at Ron's refusal to help him out after he made too bold of a move on him during Potions earlier that day. "I could of killed you then."

"But instead you faked an injury half way through so you could wank off in Pomfrey's room…"

"I really did get hurt!"

Ron gave a 'sure you did' smile but groaned at the realization of the time, "Gods, I really don't want to play today. Can't we just skip to the end so I can have my wicked way with you??" he asked impatiently.

"Don't get too caught up on the pitch. I don't think even the teachers would approve us fucking in front of their eyes," Draco soberly added.

A groan of disappointment escaped Ron. Just thinking about the afternoon was making him nervous, anxious, and hard. "Why do you get dressed so early before games?" he questioned, flicking off a stray orange hair off the Quidditch robe.

"Because we all meet up in the locker room to have a quick chat before the game," Draco informed him.

Figuring what talk would be about, mainly how they were going to rub their victory in the opponents' face; Ron rolled his eyes, "Right, because that'll help you perfect strategies…"

"We have beaten you before, mind you. I intend on doing so today." Draco replied arrogantly with a sharp nod.

It was Ron's turn to fold his arms, "Is that so? Well I'll personally make sure you'll get plenty distracted."

"Isn't that your plan every game?" Draco asked legitimately. "You know you don't have a chance against me, so you purposefully get yourself hurt or in near danger so I have to fret over you…is that the plan?"

"Exactly," Ron replied, smiling cheerfully.

"That's not fair, you are such a cheater," the blonde alleged as he took the step in between their gap, "…Should have been in Slytherin."

"Not going to fix what works. Besides, fucking a Slytherin is much more fun," Ron smiled, closing the few inches with a short kiss.

Pouting at the small contact, Draco's arm resumed its position on the Gryffindor's waist. "Think this is going to change us much?" he asked seriously.

Ron shrugged and batted away a stray blonde fringe, "It better not. Besides, boys already goggle over you and me and so far we've held them off…" he reminded the conceited boy.

Ron felt a slight stronger grip on his hip. "If any boys try to make even more moves on you now that they know you're with me, so help me I'll…" the threat was silenced with another, now lengthy kiss.

Slowly breaking off, Ron sighed and placed his forehead on Draco's, "You really need to work on your defense issues."

"When they know about us, it will give me more freedom to be possessive…and you wouldn't have it any other way anyways so don't complain," Draco reasoned.

Ron really did like the feeling of having someone protect him sincerely and smiled at the consciousness. "Come and kiss me again…"

"I don't want to have trouble flying today!" Draco resisted with a groan, pulling away ever so slightly.

Ron duplicated the groan and looked again at the time, "Oh alright, I should be getting suited up as well…game starts in an hour."

"I'm so beating you today," Draco stated defiantly.

Ron's limbs sunk and he sat back on the bed, "Oh I hate it when you want to play rough. I still have the bite marks on my hip."

The blonde's eyes widened, "Can I see?"

"You can see later," Ron covered his waist with his arms.

A pout.

"No," Ron finalized.

"Fine…get in your uniform and we'll see who's in charge on the field," Draco provoked the redhead.

A shrug came as Ron got up, "As long as I'm in control off the field, I could care less about who wins."

Draco shook his head, "That attitude is never going to get you anywhere…you do realize this, Ronald?"

The Slytherin realized that snarky smile as Ron teased, "It got me you."

Thoughts came back to how it all started, Draco made a pass and Ron totally disregarded it, infuriating the Slytherin and causing a fight to break out, which naturally led to one unforgettable shag. "Well you know I can't stand being ignored," Draco admitted.

"Do I ever know!" Ron threw his hands up dramatically.

"Oh shut up. Leave now or I won't snog you on the field," Draco coldly replied, turning his back on the Gryffindor.

Ron smiled at the volatile disposition of Draco's. "As long as you don't punch me again…remember the last time you wanted to come out and ended up giving me a bloody nose?" he posed.

Draco suppressed laughing and huffed, "Well I'm ready now…are you?"

"Think so," Ron smiled, realizing how that answer would get Draco's sight on his again.

Turning around, he postured himself proudly, "Good. Another thing I can't stand are cowards."

Nodding, the redhead observed, "So that's why you hate your fellow classmates..."

A shrug, "That and the bastards won't stop bugging me about plans for world domination and the like…" he mocked.

"Well I'm not backing down as long as you don't," Ron warily stated.

Confident, Draco convinced his boyfriend, "Oh I'm very prepared for today."

"What do you mean?" Ron quirked an eyebrow up.

Trying to dismiss his near admittance to the slight addition to his plan, Draco smiled, "Nothing…just ready to ravish you in front of our peers,"

"Think you can wait until the end of the game?" Ron questioned, grabbing his robe.

Draco inhaled deeply and looked the boy down, "Well, if you leave within the next ten seconds I think I can hold myself down that long."

"Good idea, I'll see you at the pitch," Ron cheerily said, heading for the door.

"I don't get a goodbye kiss?" Draco complained, following the boy.

"You can wait until we get there," the Gryffindor asserted, leaving the room.

"Bastard!" Draco called out as Ron was leaving.

"Oh, you love me anyway!" was returned from the self-assured redhead, as he ducked out of sight.

"Yeah I do…" he thought in his mind, however, all but a smile was elicited as the redhead strolled out of the Slytherin's room.