Chapter 6

The room just appeared to be a room of beanbags, couches that looked rather comfy and other various relaxing seating...things. Ron found one of them quite intriguing that was made out of wood and wavy. No real tables, either, apart from side tables and coffee tables that happened to be filled with loads of goodies from Hogsmeade. The color was quite unusual too, very vibrant and...red.

"Not quite what I imagined how Snape would design a room. I never thought he had style," Ron stuttered quite astonished.

"Well, you wouldn't Ron because I designed it. This is where I go whenever I have a detention. He trusts me enough to leave me alone and be smart about cleaning jobs and then I have an hour with whoever has accompanied me," Draco replied, sitting down on a couch.

"Oh and aren't I the special one who gets to grace your presence this afternoon," Ron quipped still taking it in. Also he was taking in the fact that Draco had just referred to him by his real name. "Never done that before...Should I be nice and try it?" Ron asked himself.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Shut up, I very well could of made you clean all of those cauldrons you know...especially because of what you did last night. Now sit down and have a butterbeer."

Ron complied and took the drink that Draco offered him. "So how did you know it was me, Draco?" Ron asked. "Hmm...that wasn't too bad. Draco kinda rolls off the tongue...kinda. Less malicious sounding than Malfoy anyways," he thought.

"Well, it was obvious you wanted to show your affections for me..." Draco replied sneering.

It was Ron's turn to roll his eyes, "Oh come off it, Malfoy."

"No really...I wish McGonagall hasn't taken it away, we could of had some fun with it Weasley!" Draco replied with a wink.

Ron scratched his head and looked at his companion, "Draco...why do you always act so..."

"Confident?" Draco said with a smile, adjusting his position to face Ron on the couch with his legs crossed and arm slung over the back.

"I was going to say camp, but sure, 'confident'," Ron replied, returning the smile and taking a swig of his drink.

Draco's eyes widened slightly, "Camp? Hmmm...don't know about that one. How about you?"

Ron almost choked on his butterbeer, "Sorry?" He cursed himself mentally about the cracked tone is his voice.

Draco couldn't help but smile, "What? Have you ever envisioned yourself with another boy, Ron?"

Ron blushing, not so sure why, and took another drink and asked again, "Sorry? How did we get on this topic?" He also adjusted his position to mirror Draco's, "Now, I like discussing Quidditch...What's been your team's record lately?"

Draco laughed, "Well, I like discussing less mindless things. Of course, you're avoiding the subject." He raised an eyebrow, "Are the rumours true about the Weasel burrowing in a few male holes recently?"

Ron's facial expression did not falter but he did blanch slightly. "My regrets but when was the last time mortal enemies shared each other's secrets?" Ron quipped in a matter-of-factly tone, straightening up on the couch.

"Well, secrets of the bedroom have no affiliation with whatever lies...elsewhere," Draco retorted in a similar tone, waving his hand to indicate "elsewhere". "Fine...if I tell you a secret, will you tell me one?"

Ron swallowed slowly the remainder of his drink and grabbed another one off the table. "Sure...tell me."

Draco put down his drink and shook his head, "Doesn't work that way, Weasley. I already asked you about your secret, which you failed to answer. Now with the promise that I will tell you one of my secrets, you must spill."

"Okay," Ron sighed into his bottle and put his down. "Yes, alright. They're true. I am," he confessed rather quickly.

"So am I," Draco stated staring straight into Ron's blushing and wincing face.

His facial expression went from of "please don't hit me" to outright shock. Like Ginny the first time she saw Harry Potter. This was a first time to actually see Draco for what he was, a ponce, like himself. "Maybe we have more in common than just breed," thought Ron. Another thought soon occupied the last though, "He's Malfoy."

Ron started, "Are you kidding? Cause that's not funny..." rather defensively.

"I'm not as dishonorable as my other relatives, Ron. I'm even surprised I'm related to any of those pricks. We're so opposite...like for instance they're straight and uptight and I'm bent and...loose," Draco said that last bit with it's full intention and intonation.