This bit is super long so I chopped it at a random spot and put the rest in the next chapter so it might not flow perfectly but bleh. (sticks tongue out)

Chapter 13

"Quite unlike you to be early, Weasley," Draco sputtered out, trying not to act surprised at not only the effect but also the way he looked tonight. "Tight jeans, a rather fitting shirt and hair somewhat subdued, damn. Wonder how long it would take to get him out of them," were Draco's only thoughts after that.

After giving him the once over his eyes reached Ron's enthusiastic ones and Draco realized neither had said anything, leaving an extended silence.

"Couldn't wait to see me?" Draco suggested, batting his eyes.

Ron rolled his eyes and closed the door behind Draco with his wand. "I had to get out of there as soon as possible; Hermoine has been playing 20 questions all night. She thinks we're studying for a test," Ron replied, pointing to the stack of books next to his robe.

"Where was Harry to rescue you?" Draco asked, taking off his robe.

"He had to go to the library to research something for Potions," Ron replied shrugging. "Thankfully Hermoine followed suit a bit later. I'm such a terrible liar," he scratched his head, ruffling his hair up a bit. "It's odd about Harry though, he's been actually studying lately."

Draco blew a stray hair away, "Well, Granger is obviously making him," he supposed. Ron looked at Draco puzzled so he continued, "If she offers a good reward system, I bet he'd bite, you know."

Ron chewed on his lip and stared off, "They have been leaving together a lot..."

"Ron, you are so slow at getting things. I could literally smell the sexual tension since the beginning of this year," Draco replied, shaking his head.

"I don't pay too much attention to them. If they want to be together, whatever," Ron shrugged. "I never got Hermoine though. Too smart for her own good."

Draco nodded, "Agreed. So she thinks we're studying for a test?"

"She thinks you made me study," Ron answered.

"Making me seem like the bad guy, eh?" Draco said with a vivid sigh as he made his way to a chair.

"The way he's sitting, so inviting. Looks damn good to me," Ron thought. His hair was fussed like it was when he strode into their detention. His silver eyes stern and ever aware as per usual, yet glazed over slightly like they were earlier. "He is still in the same clothes," he also noted.

Ron's thoughts were planned with the timing of him walking over to Draco. "Well you did make me come up here at this gods awful hour. At least this tower is climate controlled. It is freezing outside," Ron said yawning.

Draco looked up at the perfectly clear night above them, "Yeah, I never understood how they did that with no ceiling." Draco's eyes quickly moved from the sky to Ron who was looking up as well, stifling another yawn. Suppressing a huge urge to kiss him, Draco settled on a smug look to hide his impatience. "You're quite tired," he stated plainly.

"Well yeah, Crookshanks was going mental all last night and I barely got sleep," Ron replied.

Draco shook his head, "Must be like a bloody zoo there. In our house we leave each other alone unless we want something...or the occasional someone," he said in a lower tone. "I thought it was because you had enough earlier," he alleged looking into Ron's lowered gaze.

Ron laughed, "Yeah right, Malfoy. I don't know about your genes but mine are filled with stamina."

"I think your jeans are filled with more than that," retorted Draco smirking.

Ron put his hand on his waist, "Not jeans, genes. DNA shit. Aren't purebloods supposed to have...well, I don't want to say better genes..."

"We are better," Draco replied. "And yes. It's the reason I'm still awake now."

"Oh I bet you were up to plenty," Ron said sarcastically, dropping his hand to move away a stray fringe.

"I was definitely up to plenty with a fifth year not 2 hours ago for your information," Draco replied, slouching a bit in his chair. He didn't normally talk about separate flings with others and for some reason his gut wrenched a tad when he told Ron.

The hand resumed on Ron's waist and his other joined it. "Damn Malfoy, you are a whore," Ron declared laughing and shaking his head.

Draco inwardly took a sigh of relief and outwardly pouted, "Am not," he said folding his arms.

The smirk elicited from Ron broke his pout as Draco smiled and let out a laugh. "I wish all of my dates were like this," Draco briefly thought before admitting defeat and laughing again.

"Well...at least I spared some time out of my 'busy schedule' for you," Draco replied dramatically.

Ron laughed as well, taking a step towards the blonde, "Right. Like you would miss this? An offer you rightly couldn't refuse drug you down here. You couldn't wait," he stated, sticking his tongue out briefly.

"As a matter of fact, I like to be punctual. Shows professionalism," Draco said with a mock-dignified tone.

"Getting your dick sucked from your enemy's best friend in an educational institution isn't exactly professional. Hate to break it to you," Ron replied in the same tone with a wink.

Draco couldn't help but smile, "Point taken. But 'enemy's best friend'...what, we are no longer enemies?" he asked with expectant eyes.

Ron took another step towards the chair Draco was seated in, "I wouldn't be doing this if I hated you, Draco."

Draco's stomach fluttered somewhat at the mentioning of his first name. He cursed himself inside for that and smirked, "Well I still hate you."

Ron smiled and Draco's smirk morphed to a smile as well before he could stop it, "Well that's fine. You're not the one who has to do this."

The smile disappeared. "Has to? Does he not want this?" Draco asked himself in a bit of a panic. He stood up and lifted Ron's chin to meet his gaze before he realized what he was doing. "You know, you don't have to do this," Draco assured.

Ron's eyes widened at the serious tone in Draco's voice before his smile returned. The hand hadn't left his chin. "Maybe I worded it wrong..." he stammered out. "Well I..." was all Ron could get out before he gave into his own will and kissed Draco.

Placing both hands behind Draco's head, Ron pushed him deeper into the kiss to signify that he definitely wanted this.

Draco's eyes bore into the green eyes in front of him and Ron watched as the black irises extended, filling his blue eyes with passion as he eagerly returned the kiss.

Ron's hand moved from Draco's neck down to his waist and he thrusted his pelvis against his to feel the need Ron had.

Still not sure what Draco wanted, Ron let him continue with the moves.