Well I had some time over this weekend so my pencil and paper were being used thoroughly. My notebook probably missed me; I don't think I picked it up all week –sad face-

Thanks to the reviews…I'm not sure whether to be happy or scared Jackie, I hope your giggles subsided and you'll be able to read this next bit without another outbreak. –Hides cookies- Yes, dirty dancer, Ron and Seamus were being nasty ass pigs but things will get better in these chapters as you will see.

I was going to extend the second chapter in this update (23) but I am really tired and I don't think I can make an, ahem, certain kind of scene whilst falling asleep. Yes, yes that means we are getting to the good part, never fear. 23 was long enough anyways so I'll just tack on another chapter of uber yummyness between Ron and Draco tomorrow. I'll make it juicy if you guys want –shrug- they don't care if I make a warning.

Cassie x

Chapter 22

"Finally well rested I see," Pansy noted, passing the platter for the third time to Draco.

The blonde shrugged, taking a few more pancakes, "Flint gave us hell yesterday. I went straight up to bed and slept through till morning."

"Did you miss any rendezvous with your lovers?" she asked with a mock smile.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I cancelled and told them to reschedule," he answered, returning the smile.

"Wow, I figured an orgasm was just the thing after a hard practice," Pansy sniggered at her genius.

"You are so lame Pans," he whined, shaking his head, "Besides, I was too exhausted to bother…" The sentence finalized in his thoughts, "Too exhausted after wanking off in the shower..."

Ron once again came up in his mind during practice and other things wanted to go up too. It wasn't that he was a superb shag or really experienced fling (more like he didn't want to admit those facts to himself) but something else that he couldn't exactly describe.

Draco couldn't figure out his feelings when he saw him, always wanting to punch the poor kid before, now he figured he much rather kiss the redhead into oblivion. With Seamus in the picture currently, he was no longer available and he couldn't have him. That is what he assured himself with as he near whimpered the Gryffindor's name as he came intensely yesterday, wiping out any other energy he had remaining.

"Well, as always, you'll have another chance…here come the owls," she commented as she poured him some syrup.

"Ah the owls, finally. Don't look at him…don't look…" Ron told himself. "No looking!"

"Oi, Ron!" Seamus nudged him, "Nick wrote me! See? See?" he was almost hyperventilating. His eyes brightened as he scanned the letter, "I told you he would write me today. He still loves me!" He put the parchment up to his heart and sighed dramatically.

"Oh, congrats," Ron praised snickering, moving his food around his plate.

"You seem bitter my lover…" Seamus smiled, winking.

Ron looked up and smiles, "Oh no it's just you sound like a lovesick girl."

"Just because you don't have a stud muffin of love of your own…" Harry chimed in.

Ron snorted, "Don't ever say that again Harry!"

Harry let out a laugh, "Sorry, but you know it's true. We need to find you someone."

"Hey, look who's talking," he looked towards the opposite end of the table, where Hermoine was sitting today. "Managed to piss her off yet again?" he dryly commented.

Harry stretched in his chair, rolling his eyes, "Once again that wasn't my fault." Ron laughed.

"Oh I bet! Did you cheat or something?" Dean asked, leaning in to the conversation.

"No! It was actually Ron's fault…He walked in on us…" Harry stated defensively.

"So soz…" Ron retorted shrugging. "I didn't realize you were taking your sexcapades into the Owlery! I nearly forgot what I was gonna send out! Is your 'fuck in every spot in the castle' goal accomplished yet?"

"Still have your bed but that'll be next..." Harry answered, smirking.

Ron's mouth dropped, "Oh my gods, if you do…"

"Ah watch out! Low flying owl," Seamus warned, forcing Ron's head down, nearly missing it. "Fucking mental bird!"

Ron's sight followed the bird to the Slytherin table. "Naturally it would land in front of Draco. Err, Malfoy," he thought to himself. "Always getting offers…I hope mine didn't get lost. Stupid owl never was good at finding his destination."

Ron had indeed written Draco a letter. Not exactly an invitation, just a notification to meet him somewhere to talk. He wasn't specific because he had no idea just what he had to say or what he wanted to do exactly but he had to get the letter out before he chickened out.

His eyes remained on the blonde Slytherin, trying mentally to pull away but he couldn't help himself. He had become quite fond of the sight the past couple of days. "Who could hate someone that attractive?" were his thoughts on the matter.

He watched him read the owl. Silver eyes darting back and forth across the page, syrup seeping from his mouth as he took another bite. Upon reading one passage, or the whole thing in general, Ron wasn't sure, Draco involuntarily passed his hand through his hair, unintentionally getting some syrup in it. The curse at the sticky feeling and sudden movement from the intently reading boy shook Ron from his stare.

His eyes came upon the owl that left the letter and immediately recognized it. "Fuck. That would be mine. He was reading my letter and I just happened to be staring at him…that won't make me seem desperate. Do not look back," he warned himself.

His head snapped back and he tried to pay attention to the Neville Story of the Morning® where he recants a tale of something embarrassing, stupid or clumsy he did the night before. It seemed he had one every mealtime.

"So naturally Ginny was upset and tried to roll off but was stuck with the charm…"

"Neville, only you could fuck that up so much," Dean commented, laughing.

Neville sighed, "Yeah, she'll never go out with me now…"

"What?" Ron snapped, suddenly very much listening.

"Just making sure you were paying attention," Neville responded, laughing nervously.

"When did all of this come about," Ron demanded, suspicious.

Dean rolled his eyes, "He was just kidding…oh look. Owl." He pointed over-elaborately to one coming their way.

"Thanks," Neville mouthed.

Ron's eyes followed the owl until it settled upon him.

"Gods, not another one! I think you got more letters by now than I got on Valentines Day!" Harry snickered.

"Don't be jealous," Ron said earnestly before untying the letter. "Do you have any other stories today Neville?"

Neville's brow furrowed, followed shortly by his eyes lighting up, "Oh yeah!" Oh this was dumb…I got hungry so I decided to head down to the kitchen…"

Ron quickly tuned out as the other's attention was diverted. He was nervous to open it. After quick consideration however, what was written has been and won't change no matter how hard he thinks about it.

Opening the parchment with the Malfoy emblem, scribbled hurriedly was a short note from Draco.

"If you just want to brag about your new boyfriend, don't bother- I already know about it…who doesn't? You don't have to show the whole bloody school; can't you two just keep it to yourselves? Anyways, I'm much too busy nowadays thanks in part to you…so cheers. Malfoy."

The sneer was already present and accounted for. "Don't look at him…I can feel his eyes on me. He thinks we're a couple, great. I'll write back, I guess? But what to say…" were his thoughts.

"Oooh Ron, can I read? Being your jealous ex-lover and all," Seamus said taking a grab at the parchment.

"Or not," he responded both to his thoughts and Seamus, lifting the parchment above his head. "No, tis nothing…"

"Another arse without a personality?" Seamus guessed.

Ron nodded, "Yep." He took a glance over at said personalityless arse but saw his seat vacated along with most of the Slytherin table. Looking over, he saw the same effect at the other tables, including his own.

"Uh…are we late?" he asked. The other boys looked around.

"Whoops," Neville said looking at the time, "Yeah. I'll continue my story in the hall."

The boys ran out, not wanting a detention with Snape that they always were in danger of receiving.