Chapter 4

Draco, hurriedly walking down the corridor (because gods know how many times he'd been bitched at by Percy for running) soon heard clumsy footsteps quickly nearing.

"Trying to show me up, Malfoy?" the snarling redhead alleged behind him.

Turning around, Draco matched Ron's smirk, "I was going to take a piss for your information," he replied grinning.

"Of course you were," Ron retorted, breathing sharply as he practically ran to catch up with him.

"Weasley, I'm sure you haven't noticed but this isn't the way to the dungeons...is it?" Draco says pointing to the bathrooms they had now approached.

"Fine. Get all dolled up for our little date Malfoy. I'm going to get there first," Ron came back with, storming off.

Draco smirked as he saw his so-called enemy, turn a corner. "Those were my plans exactly," he said to himself before heading in to the loo to follow through on those plans.

Draco wasn't sure what compelled him to get that detention with Ron today; hormones were his best bet.

After figuring out his sexuality this past summer, he's had his share of relationships with boys. Not to the point where he would call himself a slag. Just testing the water to see what kind of boy he could stand to be with. Blondes were too much like him, pratish and conceded. Brunettes were all too different, low self-esteemed and too smart for their own good.

He hadn't tried anything with a redhead and he wasn't sure he wanted to after what happened last night. Quite embarrassing to be screaming his head off in front of everyone when he found that "vibrating thing" in his bed. Draco knew it was Ron because of the red tuft of hair sticking out of nowhere in the corridor he came screaming out of and Harry was the only other one, that he knew of, that had an invisibility cloak.

He would have had a bit of fun with the thing if it didn't give him such a shock and take away the remaining energy he had. (The rest had just been spent in the showers by the help of a random sixth year on his knees.)

The fact that he preferred the company of boys hadn't been terribly well known and Draco was fine with that. He didn't care if people knew but he really didn't want others knowing everything about his sex life, especially the bit about him liking to be on the bottom.

The first person he was sure to tell was his father. Lucius could read feelings like if they were imprinted on a person's face so Draco didn't chance it. Not particularly upset yet not exactly thrilled...more indifferent described his reaction best. He believes it's just a phase and suggested Draco explore it to the fullest so he'll get it out of his system sooner.

Snape, a family friend, was exposed to this information as well and agreed that it was just a phase and would help in any way he could. This is where the detentions came in. The professor would never regularly give the Malfoy a detention but if another boy was already given one and Draco asked for one, he would get it. Snape would leave the two alone and let Draco go when he was done and make the other boy stay to fulfill his duty.

Today was Ron's turn.

Walking down the stairs to the dungeons, Ron sighed heavily and looked at the time.

"Good thing I left when I did, would have been late if I didn't follow Malfoy," he thought to himself, then preceded to sigh again. "Malfoy, ugh! This detention is going to suck so much. It would suck in a different way if he wasn't so bitchy...and if he wasn't my sworn enemy...right, that too..."

His thought process was interrupted by a, "And what do you think you're doing down here, Weasley, I'm guessing?" in a snobbish voice.

"Detention," Ron muffled, looking up at the towering Slytherin prefect.

The prefect laughed and replied, "I thought so. Fine, you can go."

"Don't need your permission but thanks," were Ron's thoughts at that. But instead of losing more points today he just weakly smiled and nodded, heading to the classroom that he did not like seeing more than once in a day.

Ron inhaled deeply as he reached his destination and opened the Potions classroom door. Snape, busy at his desk, looked up in disbelief.

"Time must just fly by while correcting essays," he quipped, motioning Ron to come forward.

Ron replied closing the door behind him, "Actually sir, I'm early."

The professor's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the clock. "Indeed, for once. Now Mr. Weasley, go into the cauldron storage room and begin cleaning," Snape replied and held his hand out. "Without your wand."

Ron gave up his wand and wandered into the room he and Harry have been in all too much. Each time there were just as many skuzzy remnants in first year cauldrons to clean, but this is only the second time he was without his friend. This time Draco was here to accompany him, but Ron would rather be alone.

Snape entered the room briefly to announce that, "I will be in Professor Sprout's room. Some fifth year still had no idea how to handle a simple herb and she has to take him to Madam Pomfrey. Wait until I come back to dismiss you."

Ron nodded to acknowledge this and checked the time above the door that Snape just exited. "How long does it take for him to piss?" he asked himself realizing over ten minutes had passed already.