Music: 'good bad music' mix (including: Toxic (Spear Britney), Ashlee Simpson, stuff off of Pink's 1st cd)

I would just like to say that although it's a butt load of work if anyone ever has the opportunity to take a Constitutional Law class (preferably from a good teacher): do it. Con Law makes me wish that I wanted to be a lawyer… but I don't. Damn. Anyway, freakishly interesting stuff you guys. Oh, and Justice Scalia can just die!… but NO he has to be one of the ones that isn't ready to kick it. I hate you, Scalia, I hate you.

I love that I'm saying that as a personal message, when Mr. Justice Scalia will never read this. I still say he should shove it, though, grrr.

Teehee, Ronniekins makes an interesting discovery, am I evil, or what? >-∫

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Part I:

Ron squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as Hufflepuff scored against Ravenclaw- not actually a reaction to the goal, because he had been doing this for the past 10 minutes, a fact that was starting to annoy Hermione. "Ron." She said through gritted teeth, "Sit. Still."

"I'll be right back."

"Where are? Never mind, then." Hermione said, as Ron had run off in record time. Lavender had watched Ron run off at super-speed, and gave Hermione a "What the hell is up with him?" look, to which Hermione responded with a "'Dunno, but isn't he adorable?" shrug and smile. Lavender responded by rolling her eyes, and returning her attention to the game, as a bludger knocked the Hufflepuff in possession of the quaffle off her broom.

Ron had decided that if he didn't answer nature's call soon he was going to spontaneously combust, and that was not on his agenda for the day, so he decided to just pop into the Gryffindor locker room for a second, and then return to the game.

Unfortunately the sight that greeted him in the locker room was also not on his agenda for the day… in fact, it was the last thing that Ronald Weasley would want or expect to see: his best friend engaged in some serious full-frontal snogging with none other than their hated rival, Draco Malfoy.

For a moment Ron stood just inside the room, with freakishly widened eyes, and a jaw that appeared to be unhinged. He was saying something completely indecipherable, sort of like: "agahhh, duh, blub blub, bloa?"

He must've said it semi-loudly because both Harry and Draco became aware that they had a visitor and immediately, pushed each other violently away, causing Harry to slam into the wall, and Draco to hit some lockers.

As soon as Harry saw who it was who had interrupted the two, he went chalk white- possibly even whiter than Ron. "Uh, hey, Ron…." Harry knew he should say more, but really couldn't find anything else to say, because, well- what the hell are you supposed to say in a situation like that?

Unfortunately Harry's voice had the effect of snapping Ron out of his trance, and into angry mode, "What the bloody hell was that?"

"I can explain. See, what happened was, uh- Malfoy tripped, and, uh… oh, fuck." Harry looked around to Malfoy for help, but Malfoy had (predictably) disappeared.

"I hope not." Ron said coldly.

"Ron, I'm sorry, I-"

"Felt it would be okay to start fooling around with a Malfoy! Don't you remember all the shit he's said about my family? About my Mum and Dad, and you thought I'd be okay with- with- that!" Ron gestured violently to where Harry and Draco had been.

"No, that's why I didn't tell you."

"Didn't tell…? How long have you been going at it!"

"Since after the last Quidditch game." Ron appeared to have been struck dumb, so Harry continued, quietly, timidly, in the "I didn't mean to break the window, Mommy" voice. "I was going to tell you, but I was afraid that you'd react like, well, the way you are."

"You were right." Harry nodded mutely, and silence fell for a few moments. Harry's brain was frantically working up a reasonable defense for himself, and Ron's poor brain was trying not to explode.

Finally, Ron managed, in a tone harsher than he had intended, "so you're gay!"

"I dunno'." Harry shrugged, and leaned against the wall, wincing slightly as he appeared to have bruised from flying into it earlier. "Kinda'."

"That makes abso-bloody-lutely no sense."

"Figure it out, then." Harry was feeling slightly injured by the tone in Ron's voice.

"Fuck you, Harry- or- ARGH!" Ron yelled, having realized what he just said. Harry didn't say anything, only stared at him defiantly. "Why Malfoy! Of everyone in this school, you have to pick Draco Malfoy." Ron yelled all this at Harry, causing Harry to cringe, and turn his head away from the verbal attacks. "You're such a- a- argh! I'll bet you think that just because you're Harry Bloody Potter I'll just forgive you- well, fuck you, Harry!" Ron's face was completely red, making him look like a very angry tomato. "Hey, well you're sitting there, why don't you help me pull this KNIFE out of my back, huh?"

"Et' tu, Brutus?" Harry muttered under his breath. Ron, however, didn't hear him, just continued his tirade. Harry stopped paying attention, just picking up bits here and there, wondering what he was gonna' say whenever Ron calmed down.

Meanwhile, Hermione was beginning to be worried (because that's what she does) because Ron had been gone for almost 10 minutes. Hermione had had time to figure out that Ron had probably gone down to the locker room to use the loo- but it doesn't usually take people ten minutes to pee. Hermione decided she'd make sure Ron hadn't flushed himself down the toilet, or something equally stupid. So, she got out of her seat and headed down to the locker rooms.

When Hermione arrived she saw a dejected looking Harry being yelled at by an incomprehensible Ron. When Harry spotted her he looked hopeful for a moment, and then as Ron turned to her, presumably in an attempt to explain something, his face fell again. Hermione looked quizzically at Ron, who was completely red, and screaming- what he was screaming Hermione couldn't tell; but it must've been important because he was saying it very quickly, and at an extremely high decibel.

"Ron! Ronald!" Hermione yelled, trying to get him to shut up, but he wouldn't, so, frustrated and confused, she pulled out her wand, pointed it at Ron and: "Silencio!" Ron's mouth continued to move, but no sound came out. He realized what she had done, and proceeded to glare at her menacingly, and periodically gesticulate wildly at Harry.

Hermione ignored him, and turned her attention to Harry, who had sunk to the floor. "Harry," she said softly, "what happened?"

"Ron knows who Rosie is."

"And who is Rosie, Harry?" Hermione was very curious as to who could make Ron so mad, but she still kept her voice calm, seeing that Harry was deeply troubled.

Harry just shook his head, and stared at his hands, so Hermione was forced to remove the silencing charm. "Ron, who is it?"

"Malfoy." Ron spat, "Draco Malfoy."

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I seem to have short-chapter syndrome, sorry… uh, deal with it, though, b/c I like ending it there, next chapter will be longer, though, I promise!

- runs around singing (at random) and dancing- "a guy like you should wear a waarniin, s'dangerous, I'm fallin'- if you wan' my auto-wan' my autobiography, baby- dontcha' know that you're- can't touch this- say you wan' me back, but you never do- Stacy, Madonna, way before Nirvana, there was- if you want my body, and you think I'm sexy- said "are you gonna' be my girl?"- …" etc, etc, etc -

at least no one can say I'm normal-P

Review Responses:

PietrolovesAqua: I really didn't intend offense (to some people yes, you, no). But I like to give an honest review—thank for you giving me one too . And I'm sending you jealousy vibes ('bout DVD)

Satern Mya: thank you, I wish I could've done it sooner, but I'm swamped with school, and applications

FireLass: you are my editing queen, and I bow down at your throne- I am not worthy (don't you dare give a Brandonesque(<- now a word) response, though, I'll whoop you). Hehe, so many You-Know-Whos, you think maybe they'll all just finish each other off? Perhaps? Become new obsessions for each other? Maybe?

wwwendy: bi it is! Maybe he's never had a snog/shag/etc as good as Draco's >-), gimme' time, man, gimme' time. It's coming, they have to be comfortable with spending time with each other before they can admit anything more than hate-filled passion for each other… I'm a different breed of Harry/Draco shipper than most, but it's coming

lozzie: yea he is! Although I envision Draco being hotter than Tom Felton, the attractive factor cannot be denied, too bad he has to have über-blonde hair, though, b/c he would be much more attractive with dark hair.

I think in the books he's straight, but in fanfiction I can bend him to my will, MUAHAHAHAHA! ahem I mean, make him realize his "true" identity, heh.

ozumas girl: naw, everything can't be had- I got better about ANs this time, I was just feeling really, uh… talkative? ADD? Take your pic

Again, didn't have a chance to put this up till now, sowwy

Deathangelofdarkness: hehe, thanks, um…. It was cosmically soon?