Another 2 chapters- sorry it wasn't in time for V-day! (I could abbreviate it VD but I'd rather not because that's icky…although I do have another Ron and Draco fic that has something to do with the other meaning…if I can, I'll write it up and post it soon). This is super long to compensate! I had to chop it up to two chapters because I don't think many people's attention spans last for 8 or 9 uninterrupted pages (I know mine doesn't). I'm blaming my lack of writing on a certain album (damn you Manic Street Preachers you geniuses) that has paralyzed me from listening to the music that I typically write to.

Anyways thanks to the reviewers…almost to 100! Thanks rupertsgirl, mintapotter (You get email alerts for the story? That's v cool, how do you do that?), I Heart DM 11 (Those baking goods were very tempting, yummers), Faith Maguire (I hope you got your assignments done! I'm happy to know you've read through all of this and like it. I can, and have, wasted a whole afternoon on reading stories, or just one, so you're not alone. And yeah, the chapters have progressed…my friend Kate is the polar opposite of me, her chapters are always 10 pages to the t and I'm like oh god I'd never get that way but she's somewhat rubbed off on me…mind you they're never going to be 10 pages a pop but these two are pretty close combined), and cRudEdly (I totally get bored of stories where they're a couple immediately as well…)

What do you guys think? I've gotten a couple of opinions about where this story should go…I never really had a plan so I just ran around in circles, but I sorta have a plan now (or I can at least pull one out of my arse if needed).

Tell me what you'd rather have- continuing the game of chasing one another or have them totally settle down?

Cassie x


Chapter 30

"Please refrain from acting like a dog while in my room," Blaise asked arrogantly to Ron as he entered the Slytherin common room, shaking his head profusely to get any more water out.

"Oh, a thousand apologies but I just got back from practice and I figured you'd rather have me showered and clean like a freshly pressed daisy," he snapped back as he followed the quickly moving raven-haired boy up the stairs.

Naturally Quidditch had started late that day because Harry needed to let Hermione know about the schedule of practice, hour long detention with McGonagall, hour long detention with Sprout for dropping a planting pot, and then they could get to the fuck fest Hermione promised him if he could remember which anniversary it was before, if applicable, time for homework.

And in comes in handy the best friend, of whom Hermione's girl confidant happens to be his sister…it was the only way Ron could get out of practice early to shower. He wasn't about to try and get revenge smelling and sweaty. Through all of that he was only a half hour late and now breathless in front of the Slytherin dorms.

The cold atmosphere made Ron shiver, as he was still pretty wet. Determined even after a burn from his zipper, he could barely slide up his tight jeans once again. He put on a white button-down to make everything appear normal, but he didn't bother buttoning it appropriately, skipping out holes or simply doing it wrong, and throwing on a robe before an all out dash to the dungeons.

Upon entering the dorms, Ron let out a huge sigh of relief to see the blond in the room as well, in which he masked as a hiccup of awe. Although he had seen the Slytherin sleeping quarters before, the most recent had been to give Draco his 'gift', it had always been quick glances as he and Harry stealthily set up tricks and traps with the help of the invisibility cloak. The room really was well decorated and…clean.

Draco barely lifted his eyes from a magazine he was reading as he was sprawled out on his bed, laying on his stomach and thin, bare legs dangling about. He was already in practice gear, some shorts and a fitting t-shirt and obviously had no plans of leaving just because Blaise had returned with Ron.

With a self-satisfied smirk Blaise remarked, "Yes it is rather quaint, our rooms. Shall we sit?" he asked. Ron took full opportunity of the soft, silver, shag carpeting and sat in the middle of the floor on his knees, facing Draco. Blaise sat across from him, leaning against Draco's trunk, and shifted his attention to the other occupant behind him, "Don't let us bother you Draco, me and the Weasel just need to work on Snape's project."

Scoffing, Draco's eyes briefly caught Ron's as he licked his finger to turn a page, unaffected. "How did you get stuck with him?" he inquired scornfully.

Ron cut in before Blaise opened his mouth, with a small pout he quipped, "I picked him because I know you wouldn't have me."

Glancing up again, the blond caught the conspiring glint in Ron's eyes and it was not one of plain innocent mischief, he noticed. "Well I doubt you could have more fun then I will…" Draco shifted theories about Ron's intentions with his sarcastic comment.

"Yeah getting stuck with Potter has got to suck," Blaise empathized, suddenly forgetting the fact that his best friend was immediately in front of him.

Draco shrugged, still focused on his article, "Yeah well, we just split up the project. He's doing the background info and I've got the practical, useful information. I won't have to speak to him once."

Blaise's eyebrows lifted, "Good idea…do you want to do that Weasley?" he asked the redhead with a smile.

Ron easily acquiesced, "Sure, but you do the practical stuff."

"Yes, that would be for the best. You're horrid at being useful," Draco cut in with a cheeky smirk.

"Better than being indecisive," Ron tagged on with a matching smile.

A bit put off by the new methods of mockery between the two, Blaise steered the conversation back to the matter at hand as he saw Draco begin to shift on the bed and he did not want a duel in his room, especially for fear that Ron would break anything of his. "Anyways, that's fine. I'll do practical, you do background...you do know of the potion, right?" he warily asked the redhead.

The amused look on Ron's face informed Blaise otherwise. "But of course," the acerbic tone returned.

"Oh you're no use," Blaise whined, throwing his hands up.

"I did bring a book of Hermione's that will most likely help you with the uses and stuff," Ron replied, stretching back purposefully to get the obscure encyclopedia his friend picked up on a trip to the back of Flourish and Blotts'.

Blaise took the book from Ron and placed it in front of him, "Good good. I do think we should do some of this together though. As a Slytherin and yourself a Gryffindor, naturally I don't trust you to even get dressed properly."

"Which he obviously can't do…" Draco chimed in from the bed above. Blaise's eyes followed Draco's and Ron's to his semi-concealed shirt. Obviously catching glimpses when he could, Draco not only noticed the boy hadn't changed his tight jeans, but failed to fix up his shirt through the robe.

Blaise laughed wholeheartedly at the faux pas, "Oh you Gryffindors…" he sighed very bemused.

Draco continued, "Why were you in such a hurry?" he asked, tilting his head to one side and supporting it with a palm.

"Quidditch," Blaise answered through a chuckle. There was the spark again; Draco looked to Ron for confirmation and the same glint was in his eyes when he nodded. After recovering from the overdramatics, Blaise caught his breath and began conversation again, "So…that one reference book in the library about potions should be helpful for your stuff," he said as he flipped through Hermione's book.

"This won't be so hard then…" Ron commented relieved, stretching and adjusting to mimic Draco by lying on his stomach as well.

Blaise looked down at him with a look of remonstration and it wasn't until he gave a drawn-out, "Well?" that Ron shifted his line of sight from Draco, busily reading, to his project partner.

Glancing quickly to his left and right, he looked back at Blaise and confusedly challenged, "What?"

Blaise's eyes slitted and his shoulders rose, shaking his head, "Aren't you going to get that book? We don't have all day to waste," he sighed irritably.

"You mean, the one at the library?" Ron asked.

"Duh," was all Blaise responded with a sneer.

Nodding, Ron acknowledged, "Oh, oh, okay…nah."

Blaise now figured he should be the confused one, "What?".

"I thought you were getting it," Ron assumed, "I got you your book…and I came all the way down here from my seventh floor tower to the dungeons after practice," he posed, thinking guilt would help.

It did. "Fine, fine. Doubt you could find the book anyways…" Blaise scoffed indignantly.

"Not with your instructions of 'that potions reference book'…" Ron added, putting a finger to his cheek, mouth dropped, to mock the stupidity.

"Oh shut up, I'll get it I've said," Blaise agreed, heaving a grumpy exhale before getting up. "Draco, keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't break anything," he said cautiously, kicking Ron's bag away from his path upon exiting.

The blond rolled his eyes and looked to the boy he was to babysit. Ron, however, wasn't glancing anywhere near him; he was too busy watching Blaise leave with a seductive smile on his face. When the door shut, Ron turned to Draco, smirk unfaltering.

Draco glared at the shining blue eyes caught in his and posed, "Do you always annoy people before you plan on jumping them?" Through the previous conversation, Draco was configuring Ron's plan and he sat up, smirking. Eyes not moving from the blond's during the shift, Ron stood up. "How long before you follow him out?" he imposed.

"I'm not chasing after Blaise, I already did enough seducing today," Ron insinuated, taking his robe off.

Draco shook his head, "I don't need to hear about your version of Quidditch."

"What?" Ron mocked confusion. "I really was at Quidditch earlier, ask your potions partner. Besides, not all of my seductions are successful," he replied, biting his lip.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Draco quipped, placing his magazine next to him.

Ron took a few steps forward, "Well, with you I haven't failed." Draco laughed wholeheartedly at the absurdity of the Gryffindor's words but opened his eyes when he felt a shift in front of him. Ron had crawled onto the edge of the bed was now staring him down.

"We don't have much time," he whispered with a smirk. Up close and cleared through the clouded orbs, Ron's eyes didn't have that snarky glint but they were filled with lust.

Getting caught up in the pace of everything proved ineffectual as Ron's mouth encased his own, hard, and his arms pulled the blond nearly into his lap. Immediately sliding his hands down to Draco's waist, he tried to push away any offending clothing under them.

Shoving himself back off when his mind caught up to the current environment, his hand immediately swiped his bruised lips clean and he sneered maliciously, "What the fuck Weasley?" the Slytherin asked confused and angry.

"Couldn't help myself," Ron innocently remarked, hand sliding back up Draco's leg.

Roughly shoving it off, Draco sighed irritated, "Did you not get my owl?"

"You know I did and you also know I won't just let something go without my say..."

"Merlin, do I know! But you weren't exactly speaking your mind with your tongue," he argued, running a hand through his hair hastily.

Attempting to keep eye contact with the blond, who was fixing his clothing on impulse, keeping his attention diverted to the boy in front of him, "If it gets you to listen..." Ron insinuated.

"You might be right on that one..." Draco supposed with a small smile, he was biting his lip to try and not succumb to any expression towards civility, let alone affection, and he was failing horribly.

Matching the smile, Ron moved in for another kiss which Draco didn't resist. This time, settling in Draco's lap, the Gryffindor straddled the Slytherin and invaded his mouth soon after contact. Swirling his tongue around to re-map the previously conquered territory, Ron reveled in Draco's smooth taste until the blond fought for control and then it was his turn to explore.

The two were close enough but neither made any movement; Ron's hands stayed at his side in fear that Draco would pull away again with any sudden yield and Draco's hands stayed on Ron's thighs, which were on him, because he wouldn't bring himself any further.

The simple exchange of kissing occurred until there was close to no breath available in either of them. Ron broke away and Draco sighed after taking a large breath in. "You didn't let me finish my statement..." Draco reminded the redhead, who refused to move off him.

Ron shrugged innocently and replied, "Well you admitted I was right so I figured that was the end of it. You didn't do much to stop me from stopping you, however."

Sighing again, Draco removed his hands from Ron's thighs, but the boy still didn't move. The Slytherin shook his head and blew away a stray fringe, "What I was planning to say was, you're right about using sex to get me to pay attention but what I said last night and in my owl I mean. This is too..."

"What's my favourite color?" Ron interrupted, already knowing the speech Draco was about to give, as he heard it just last night.

Draco was obviously caught off-guard, "Huh?" After the question settled in his addled brain, he scoffed, " I have no fucking clue."

"Do you know what my favourite subject is?" he inquired further, enjoying the strange looks given to him.

"No. Ron where is this coming from? You can't distract me, no matter how much you want to, from..."

Ron smiled, trying to reason it out for the Slytherin, "No, that's the point. How can it be familiar if all we know about each other is physical?"

"You're still not making sense...you should just find someone else," suggested Draco quickly, now squirming underneath Ron uncomfortably as he was still on top of him and the pressure was starting to hurt.

Ron grumbled and climbed off the Slytherin but opted to stay in extremely close proximity instead. "I'm a lazy arse and you're hot and...why not?" the redhead near whined, causing him to close his eyes and mentally berate himself for sounding so desperate.

He tried pulling a smirk but by the nervous laugh Ron elicited, he couldn't help but smile. "Oh, that's going to win me into bed," Draco quipped.

Ron looked at the boy in front of him and smirked, "But it did before, need I remind you?"