Hehe in just 2 hours I've gotten 2 reviews...thanks! Goddess24 and Mintapotter- I was giggling at your last suggestion for quite a while. I like occasionally making fics where Draco is nice too...because that is how I honestly view him...he just can't help being a diva!

I set to typing this second one immediately afterI finished the first one...I was struggling because I was like "oh shit it's not going to be even near as long as the first" and voila! it turned out being even longer than the second (longer meaning like only by a couple hundred words, but that makes a difference to me!) three cheers for me typing almost 10 pages in word in 4 hours!

I could continue this if you guys want, I can do a lemon scene or something of actual substance...doesn't matter to me but the only way I will know how you feel is if you review!!

Cassie x

Chapter 2

After a 3-hour long snitch search, the game was called off after it was found stuck in a curtain pocket draping the stands. Slytherin had won out of fault because they had 70 more points to Gryffindor but the crowds weren't pleased. Harry was the only one truly bothering to keep looking for the snitch after the hour and a half point, Draco was left to circle different members of the opposing team and bump into Ron methodically an innumerable amount of times.

When the players landed, the crowd was still arguing with one another over the outcome…the Gryffindors were too stubborn to admit defeat and many called treason as McGonagall was the one to make the decision. Harry already had plans to storm off the pitch in protest but was halted by an outstretched, freckled arm that told him to wait just a minute.

Before Harry could inquire through his disorientation, the arm disappeared and the owner's body was being led away to the center of the pitch. Seeing the captor as Draco, the brunette started heading towards the two, but was stopped yet again by another freckled arm, this one of Ginny's. "Just wait," she warned. Ron told her everything right before the game and it was her job to make sure Harry wouldn't a) interfere with the speech b) run out miffed as ever or c) kill Draco.

Taking the microphone from McGonagall that she was using to try and calm the discontented children, affirming that he had the perfect remedy to subdue them, Draco immediately requested a halt to the raucous fans' fighting.

"If you will stop arguing for a minute and listen up, my fellow students…there is a declaration I wish to articulate that you might be quite interested in…" he began, the already present sweat on his face seemingly multiplying just with the first statement.

Noticeably the audience softened and a few cheers were heard from the Slytherin section, urging him on. "Now, this isn't about Quidditch but it involves two of your favourite, and probably least favourite, players at the same time…" in a slight moment of panic, Draco looked to his left to make sure Ron was still there, wide eyed and smiling. The fellow Quidditch players were standing around the two, mainly with tilted heads and a look of confusion…others still seething from the game.

He continued after a nod came from the redhead, "Nevertheless, the news involving myself, the ever so lovely prince of Slytherin, or known to the Gryffindors as 'Ferret', and Ronald Weasley, the ever so lovely lion of Gryffindor, or known to the Slytherins as 'Our King'…" a pause was for laughter, which radiated from the stands and silenced the rest of the supplementary chatter.

"…Is not exactly what you think. Fuck, actually not what you think at all because…well, how can one understand deep beliefs such as these that have been coursing through our veins since probably starting school together…" Verbosity was typically a defense mechanism for Draco that Ron was accustomed to.

His apologies were always drawn out and very eloquent, causing Ron to be as confused as to what he was saying rather than feeling forgiving. At this point in the speech, Ron just needed everyone to know about them since he went this far, and he didn't want Draco to do this all himself. However, he continued, "You're still all very confused I bet but this explanation will hopefully quell any lingering thoughts that we are mortal enemies…"

Another quick glance was made at Ron, who was brewing with impatience, and he reached for Draco's hand, "Oh fucking hell…can I have this?" Ron asked, grabbing for the microphone.

Draco smiled with gratitude and handed it over, his hand shaking. "Listen, what my boyfriend was saying is we are dating, have been for the past year…ha, we fooled you all, get over it. If you want some application, one lesson learned from this is the assumption that all Slytherins hate Gryffindors is bullshit, us being living proof," Ron addressed, short and to the point.

Pulling Ron's hand back to the blonde, Draco added, "Mind you, this is not a fucking joke and naturally we can accompany some more application if you please…" and threw the microphone down. Running on pure adrenaline, Draco tugged Ron towards him by the neck and placed a firm kiss on the awaiting lips.

As the two smiling boys groped and made out to their hearts content, the crowd was silent. Some groans were heard from girls and at the same time, some cheers were given. The same reaction came from the surrounding Quidditch players, all the girls huffed in disappointment, but still their eyes were glued on the sight. Many of the boys scoffed and shifted their vision to the others reactions, except Harry.

Reduced to wiggle and writhe in Ginny's death grip, feelings of anger towards Draco, then Ron, then the two of them simultaneously, fueled his struggle.

Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore mainly stood there in shock at the situation, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. "Who would of thought?" looped in all of their minds.

After finally breaking away for air, Draco picked the microphone again and breathlessly divulged, "And I love him so if any of you who wish to complain…fuck off. He's my king now!" Before giving the middle finger to the crowd, mainly consisting of cheering girls and grumbling boys.

Ron ceased movement and his smile faded in shock. It was the first time Draco had ever said he loved him…not like he ever said it either, though. It was always understood but never spoken of. When Draco's eyes settled back on the Gryffindor's, his smile disappeared and a look of concern washed over.

To comfort the strung-out Slytherin, Ron blushed and slightly laughed as he took the blonde's hand in his and kissed it, "Took you long enough!" he said before smacking it with his other hand. "I love you too, my prince," he whispered before kissing him softly, wrapping his other arm around his waist to pull him incredibly close.

Harry finally broke free after he bit Ginny's arm, and ran up to the couple. Draco noticed him first and ended the kiss, giving the approaching Gryffindor a look similar to the one in third year that he gave to Hermione so she wouldn't curse him while being helplessly held up against a rock. Punching Ron's shoulder, the brunette wasn't fuming but still looked as if he could blow someone up at any given moment, "Gods, why didn't you tell me earlier!" he demanded.

"Sorry Har- are you really miffed?" Ron asked, still disconcerted from the absence of Draco's tongue occupying his mouth.

"Just that you didn't tell me before!" Harry continued, giving Draco a shove. "You better not ever hurt him Malfoy, or by gods I will fucking murder you," he threatened the Slytherin, pointing and gesturing madly.

A smile was revealed on Draco's face, as the two knew they weren't in grave danger. "Don't worry Potter, after doing all of this don't think I would leave him to…"

"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley," interrupted the blonde with a stern voice.

Wincing and looking behind them, Professor McGonagall signaled for the two to follow her. By this time, most of the Quidditch team took off to shower and the younger students who didn't care had left, leaving the upperclassmen to either congratulate or heckle the boys. Although, there were few hecklers because of the fact that one of the participants was Draco and the kids knew well enough not to mess with a Slytherin, let alone Draco Malfoy.

"Can we talk later?" Harry asked his friend, a very sullen look on his face.

Ron nodded emphatically, "Definitely. Doubt this'll take only a few minutes though," he replied soberly.

"Right, I'll wait up in the Tower," Harry agreed, leaving to shower.

The professor cleared her throat and Draco took Ron's hand to lead him. Once the three entered the castle, eyes were already on them, some tutting, others swooning…all whispering and gossiping to the closest person about the events that had just unfolded. Ron and Draco stood up tall and made confident eyes at anyone who looked into theirs, still walking hand in hand. Both were unsure about what was to happen but they figured the worst part was over.

Reaching the professor's office, their smirks faded to innocent semi-frowns as they were directed to take a seat. Staring at the two, the teacher worked hard to suppress a smile.

"Boys…" she started. "I'm sure you are aware of your actions earlier and will be responsible for your chosen words…Ron, you have one detention tonight and Draco, you have four, tonight, tomorrow, the next day, and the next day."

Looking thoroughly confused at the judgment, they glanced at one another. Quite an odd punishment for kissing in front of the school…and at the same time, it was much less then what Draco figured they would receive. Ron protested, "But professor…why do I only have one and Draco four? Surely we were both consenting in this situation and should share the blame…?"

"Mr. Weasley, do you think this about what you've actually done? None such thing! I was just appalled at the language you used. For each curse ringing in our first years' ears you have a detention and that is how we decided to seek the punishment. As well as that obscene gesture you made to the entire school, you sure have a filthy mouth, Mr. Malfoy," the professor scolded, shaking her head.

"Me? You should hear some of the things Ron says in…ow ow ow okay nothing, nothing." Draco incompletely expressed, being kicked before saying 'bed' by Ron, very hard.

"Um…do the other teachers feel the same way?" Ron asked; interested as why the most reasonable of the three handed this out.

McGonagall broke a grin, "Do you think they honestly care? They were more surprised at the fact that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin got together. It was a little rash though, you must admit…"

"But you did need the crowd to calm down and forget about the silly outcome of the game…" Draco reminded the professor with his winning smile.

The professor all but smiled and dismissed the two, noting that Draco's first and Ron's only attention would be with Filch later on tonight on the third floor. Upon exiting the office, the two boys released a huge sigh that neither of them knew they were holding. Draco smiled and looked to Ron, who was mimicking his expression, and put his arm around the smaller frame. "I'd say that went well," Ron finalized.

"Better than what I expected it to be," Draco shrugged.

Ron tilted his head to rest it on the blonde's shoulder, "What do you mean?"

Draco laughed at his past beliefs, "I thought we'd get expelled or I'd at least get the shit beat out of me by Harry."

"You could of always used your 'kick and flee' technique," Ron suggested.

"Well…I'll admit the bastard could probably outrun me any day, as you could with your stupid long legs," Draco confessed, poking Ron in the ribs.

"Oh it's probably what attracted me to you in the first place," he teased.

Draco smiled into Ron's orange locks, highly amused by his boyfriend's assurance, "Something he must have definitely gained from me," he thought to himself. "No, it was your insurmountable wit."

Ron laughed heartily, "Did you say my mountable dick?"

"That too…" Draco agreed, trying not to crack up.

"You are so romantic," Ron mused.

"I know I know…"

"Well…I think I actually mean it that time," the Gryffindor conceded, stopping before the staircases that lead to their usual separation.

Draco turned to face Ron and put his hands on his hips, "Don't think I'm going to be saying that to you 50 times a day though…that gets so old."

"I know really…" Ron agreed, looking down the blonde, "Gods you're sweaty."

Draco shook his head and laughed, "Who's the romantic now?"

Ron made a face and stuck his tongue out, "Still…I'm sweaty too. Need to shower."

"Prefects bathroom?" Draco suggested.

The conspiratorial smile on Draco's face slid to Ron's as well, and he sighed innocently, "Is there any soap, stall, or scent we haven't tainted in that place?"

"Well there's the one on the second floor that has a few bubble baths that we haven't gotten around to…" the Slytherin proposed.

Ron stretched slowly, finally realizing his joints were very sore from three hours on a broom, "Ooh a bath sounds great to me right now."

"Indeed…let's go so I can suck you off on a job well done," Draco replied, grabbing his arm to take him upstairs.

The redhead didn't budge though. Looking back at Ron, Draco tilted his head in confusion. "First kiss me," Ron stated.

An eyebrow darted up, "Right here?" Draco pushed.

"Of course right here," he challenged back, having waited for this sort of thing to happen for, he doesn't even know, how long.

Complying immediately, the two resumed their comfortable position of wrapping limbs around each other and attacking lips with teeth and tongues for all to see. After both were ensured that they had plenty of onlookers, the two smiled and hand in hand went up the staircase.