Super major apologies for taking so long...I've been terribly sick with a stupid allergy cold. And I'm supposed to be reading 400 pages before Monday...never minding the 870 page book I read this past weekend instead whilst in bed (cough 5th Harry Potter book, yes cough never got around to it until now). So now I have a lot more ideas for fics with more pairings that I want to try out, with impending next school year coming up...at least I get an hour to myself every day (thank you easy course load my final year).

I'm not sure about the idea of making a certain amount of reviews needed cause that's kinda ick but I think I'll just wait a bit until I continue it for now...So more of this fic sooner if there is enough demand.

(But one more chapter will be up tomorrow)

Cassie x

Chapter 17

"Let me check out that shiner..." Ron teased, reaching his hand out.

Neville swatted the hand away. "Eh fuck off!" he squeaked, putting his hand over his eye. "Harry you must put a lead on her before she kills someone with those fists!"

Harry took another swig of his butterbeer, "Ha, well serves you right, Nellie...besides she is not my problem. Just a good fuck and a study aide," he said shrugging.

"I should give you more credit, Potter," Dean replied, holding his mug up, "Cheers for getting it all." He shook his head, still in disbelief, "So how did this all evolve?"

Ron finished off his drink. "Well, good time to cap off. I've heard all this on the way down," he commented, getting up. He headed over to the bar to get a refill as the group closed his gap immediately to hear the news about Harry and Hermoine being a couple.

He had a feeling as to who just happened approached the bar right beside him, who could miss that blonde hair? Immediately sneering and rolling his eyes, Ron asked for another drink and suddenly became fascinated with the coaster in front of him. Harry and Ron also discussed on the way down to Hogsmeade how he was feeling, which was immensely pissed off.

Ron was willing to admit that he kinda enjoyed the attention he was getting from Draco and he had to acknowledge that the boy was quite good at paying attention to details on Ron's body as well. Miffed he didn't get the last word in, Ron wanted to give it another go and get Draco again, somehow.

"It's not jealousy...really...Harry, shut up," he told Harry, who actually hadn't said anything, but the stare said it all. Running his fingers through his tangled hair, Harry suggested he try to "either tease and torture the hell out of him or make him jealous, since you aren't at all," with internal rolling of the eyes. Harry knew him too well; he was a bit of an attention seeker. Who wouldn't be in his position, looked over so much in his life with all of his siblings?

Ron stored the advice in his mind but didn't make a precise plan on how he would. Seeing Draco so shortly after they argued was not the thing he wanted to experience, so he abruptly went back to the table after being handed another drink, bumping his shoulder slightly into Draco's as he left. Ron continued his hurried swagger to the table, not looking back to see Draco's gaze follow Ron, at least his lower half, to his seat.

"Right bastard, not even apologizing," Pansy scoffed under her breath, watching Draco, still watching Ron. "Don't let that poor loathsome Weasel get to you Drac," she assured, nudging him.

"Hmm? Yeah, Weasley. I think I actually deserved that though, pissed him off earlier pretty well," he replied with a pre-occupied tone.

"Ah, well done then...can I have a water please?" she asked the closest person, fidgeting with her hair.

Crabbe shuffled over to the two, starting a conversation with Pansy. (The last time he tried to talk to Draco, right before coming here, Crabbe nearly got hexed so he made sure to stay at a distance just in case.)

The distraction created the perfect opportunity for Draco to slip away without interrogation and set some things straight. He still didn't know why he was doing this or what he was going to do exactly. Draco placed down his drink but his icy glare was still fixated upon Ron.

"Mind if I have a word, Weasley?" the all too self-assured voice drew out over the table.

Ron rolled his eyes before taking another sip. "What about Malfoy?" he asked disinterestedly, not needing to turn around to guess who was behind him. The other boys' attention quickly veered back to Harry, who chose to continue his story since he knew what the other conversation would entail.

"Oh I don't know, Trelawney's stupid tea bag group...what do you think I want to talk about?" he snapped, his calm aura breaking with his sneer.

Ron closed his eyes and gripped his bottle tightly, turning to face Draco. "I don't know what you are talking about nor do I really care. Why are you trying to initiate a conversation with a Gryffindor, let alone me?" he asked, staring him blankly in the face without a hint of emotion of any type.

Draco rolled his eyes and took the drink out of Ron's hand. He knocked back the rest of it and placed it on the table hard. Grabbing Ron's wrist, he sighed and pulled a bit, "Come on, I want to talk."

Ron stood up and looked suspiciously at the blonde before a spark infiltrated his blue eyes. "Fine," he replied airily.

Draco looked at Ron who did not seem to be moving, "Okay...well I meant what I said earlier, but the way I went at it...I will admit was a bit hostile."

"Are you saying this because you want me again or was I just that good?" Ron suggested with a smile, taking a step forward to an uncomfortably close distance.

Draco rolled his eyes with a snide smile. "I just wanted to clear up things," he replied politely.

"What is there to clear up? We fucked twice and you decided we're over each other, am I correct?" he responded just as politely.

"Can't we do this not where everyone can see?" Draco asked, looking around.

"Do?" Ron questioned, "I thought you just wanted to talk? Civil conversation."

"Don't act like that. We are not civil, we never were, and we shouldn't be in the future. Nothing happened between us and you know it," Draco caustically spat from his sneering lips, not noticing the loud volume he was reaching.

Ron cocked his head to the left and looked ahead, "Do I know? Why, you constantly tell me that I have idiotic thoughts and can't think on my own...do you think I can tell if this is nothing..." he trailed off and surged forward, sealing the closing distance with an unexpecting and furious kiss.

Breaking the kiss before Draco could exactly react, Ron smiled sheepishly, "By the way, it was me who put that lovely vibrator in your bed. Thought you'd have a bit of fun without me," he vociferously responded with a wink.

Draco, too shocked to speak nervously looked around. "See you!" Ron said cheerily before sauntering out, leaving Harry and Draco to explain a lot more to their friends, as well as the rest of the Three Broomsticks.