I just had to do another chapter because I don't think I'll have much time during the week to write (-damns school-). I figured, with my memory, I definitely should get down the story idea asap (plus the cookies did tempt me majorly UniquePiksi, thanks).

I guess I understand where they are coming from, c[R]ud[E]dly, and that is true about suing...but still! Haha. I will totally rewrite bits, and agreed-- only Ron and Draco scenes, Draco does get too much action to bother with. dirty dancer- I know I know but that was the whole point hehe...Draco didn't show him so he had to go for it himself. (The chair was inspired from Queer As Folk (third season, first episode) in case you need a better description of what I was talking about.)

So this will be the last update for a bit...I promise. (I do have ideas though-- for once I know where I want to take this thing!) I keep updating when I actually want to get reviews. Thanks for them though and keep them coming! I like to know what ya'll are thinking.

Cassie x

Chapter 21

"Drac? You look as if you've seen a muggle! Why are you out of breath?" Pansy inquired upon seeing the distressed blonde dash into the common room.

"I...I just saw Weasley and that Finnegan..." he sputtered out.

"Oh," she scowled, "Yeah I know. They've been all over one another today."

Draco's eyes widened, "What?" he yelled, startling a first year on the adjacent couch.

"Well yeah. During breakfast they were kissing and..." she shuddered. "You're lucky you were asleep...uck I don't want to get sick so I'm stopping."

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his fuming self, for the first year was looking at him strange. "Since when have they been a couple?" he asked, irritated.

She shrugged, "Not sure, I think just today. But they're making googly eyes and shit, it must be serious...Hey, don't you have practice soon? The rest left before you came back."

He looked at the time, "Shit. Yeah, in like two minutes," he stammered out, still in a bit of shock. "I'll be going then."

"At least he won't be kissing you anytime soon. Just close your eyes and turn away like I do," she assured him with a smile, handing him his bag.

"Yeah. Bye," he absentmindedly answered. He started running once again from the room.

His erection throbbed against his jeans so he tried not to replay the earlier events, instead shifting his mind to the unpleasant things he'd have to do if caught late by Flint. "Ick, Flint. That'll definitely do the trick," he thought to himself.

Soon enough however, the two boys penetrated his mind once again. He scowled at the thought, "the new couple". Although, what was bothering him even more was he didn't know why he was so turned on by them. (Apart from the fact that, well let's face it...it was two boys going at each other faster than Pansy on a chocolate cake and Draco was turned on by, well, near anything.)

Even more troubling was that Draco didn't know if Ron saw him watching them or he was too "preoccupied" by being rammed by Seamus. Leading to another nuisance in his mind, why was Ron on the bottom?

"He seemed to enjoy the chair though...I'm definitely going to have to wash it," he reminded himself and cringed. The look remained on his face until he reached the Quidditch pitch in record time.

"Malfoy...don't look too happy about practice now," Flint interrupted, clearing his previous thoughts.

"I cannot believe Snape actually gave him this place..." Seamus commented awestruck.

Ron slid on his robe, looking around, "I know, seriously? We didn't get as far as the couch but there are so many things to experiment with."

"Speaking of which...I need to get me a chair like that," Seamus stated.

"I know. I told him I wanted to try it out but he just laughed," the redhead sighed.

Seamus looked on the floor, "Where is Harry's wand?" he asked. "We need to clean up our 'mess'."

Ron shrugged. "Don't bother," he smiled, heading to the ladder. "Besides, he already knows what went on."

"Yeah," Seamus laughed. "Can't believe the timing. And Nick was totally checking us out at lunch again...so that means we've definitely accomplished our goals, both of our boys are jea-lous."

"Oi...Draco is not my boy. I don't need him," Ron assured, folding his arms.

Seamus' eyes lifted, "Alright, alright..." he said unconvinced.

Ron started off the same rant for the third time today, "Why do you think I would be? I mean I just..."

"...Wanted to test out his equipment, I get it. I get it," Seamus finished. "Hey, I'm supposed to meet Dean at the library, come on," he suggested, trying to diverge yet another argument.

"Okay," Ron shrugged as he made his way up the dungeon stairs. "Think your boy is gonna crack soon?"

"I hope so. I miss him, Ron," Seamus sighed. "I mean, we are total opposites but we just click somehow...you know?" Ron nodded. "But I know how he is...tomorrow he'll be telling me to meet him somewhere so we can make sweet, sweet love again," he said with a syrupy tone.

"How endearing," Ron added flatly.

Seamus smiled, "Well how is it going with you? I know you've gotten quite a few owls..." he nudged the blushing redhead.

"Meh," he replied shrugging. "I've declined. I don't think I want too many random flings. If I get one from someone I like, or someone that at least has some personality then maybe." Ron kicked the doorway to the library with the side of his foot while entering, "But I can't just go jumping into bed, or on chairs for that matter, with any mindless thick fag, you know?"

"Makes me feel oh so special," Seamus sniffed. "Now that is endearing."

Ron playfully shoved Seamus and put his arm around his shoulder, "Oh you're different my love-ah."

Dean flagged the two down, "You guys can stop now, he's not in here," he replied.

"Sorry...can't keep our hands off each other," Seamus winked, taking a seat.

Dean plastered on a sarcastic smile and snickered, "You two are crazy. How is the plan going?"

"Oh excellent," Ron said, "We'll only have to pretend for another day or so."

"Good," Dean exhaled. "I mean, don't get me wrong...It's not unsettling, just annoying. Like any average love struck straight couple."

Seamus nodded, "It's hard not to laugh..."

"But it seems to be doing the both of you well...Malfoy too. Can't believe there were so many of you in the school, you know? I mean the amount of owls...it's the new way to date," Dean snorted. "Malfoy doesn't seem to refuse any of them. Slag," he commented, Seamus laughing at the observation.

"Hey is Harry here?" Ron asked promptly, shifting the conversation. He straightened up and looked around, "I need to return his wand."

"Uh, his stuff is here but him and Hermoine left togeth..." his expression cleared, then wrinkled in distaste, "a while ago through to the toilets. Don't go looking..." Dean warned.

"Oh I won't," Ron promised. "I'll just leave his wand here. I'm gonna be going, see you."

"Bye darling," Seamus said in a falsetto.

Ron exited the library and headed back to the Gryffindor tower. He had an owl to send...