Glamour Lust

Forgot to mention last time: I don't own spit.

Author: Dimitri Aidan

Rating: Pg-13, eventual R ish.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: It's going to be Draco/Ron and Harry/Blaise, Snape/Remus, and Dean/Seamus. Ginny/Neville, Hermione/Percy, and probably some other stuff when the mood strikes.

Warnings: Language, boys in makeup, boys with boys, sex type implications, homophobic attitudes/actions, and…I have no clue where this is going, so just keep an open mind. I make it up as I go along, you know?

Notes: By the by, yes winter can crop up in October. At least…it always seems to be snowing on my birthday, which is a few days before Halloween, so I assume winter can hit in October if you're far enough North…

Summery: There is something about boys in nail polish that catches Ron's attention and boys in makeup that turns him on. When Draco shows up in the common room he gets plenty of both.

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Chapter Two

Frightened to Believe

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Monday rolled around and Ron found he couldn't hide out in his bed anymore in order to avoid everyone else and was thus forced to deal with the strange looks Seamus and Dean kept gracing him with. Ron could only assume that Seamus had informed his boyfriend of the…incident with Malfoy and now they were both trying to figure out what was up with him.

The answer of course was nothing. There was absolutely nothing up with him, going on with him, happening, or any of those other stupid sayings. Anyone who said otherwise was wrong…and stupid. But mostly wrong. In Ron's opinion anyway.

It had just been a fluke, a momentary lapse in the way the universe normally worked, a meaningless completely random thing that had happened because Malfoy looked strangely attractive and the fire had been going and Ron had been tired and not in full command of his facilities. Otherwise it never would have happened. He wasn't interested in Malfoy and surely the blond was interested in him. They'd done nothing but try and tear the other down since the moment they met. Malfoys and Weasleys just couldn't get along; it was one of those cosmic rules of the universe.

As such they most certainly did not date. It was just…completely unheard of. Planets would stop turning, moutons would crumble, and lakes would dry up before Malfoys and Weasleys could date. It couldn't possibly be possible.

Because if it was possible Ron might have to admit that maybe it was more than a fluke and he really didn't think he wanted to be admitting to that just yet.

Still, it wasn't like Ron ever really got a choice in these matters. He had a theory on his life just being a big cosmic joke but he didn't like to share it because it made people look at him funny. Apparently it was a little or the morbid side of things.

He walked into Potions, totally prepared to take up his usual seat next to Harry only to find his friend was already sitting with Hermione, who usually partnered with Neville. Blaise, who usually partnered with Draco, was with Neville and Seamus was with Draco. Which left Dean the only person left to partner with.

Dean, who kind frightened of frightened Ron and looked very serious at the moment. That was more than a little worrisome to him. Still, not wanting to incur Snape's wrath, he sat down next to the taller boy and smiled hesitantly. Dean didn't return it.

Ron briefly considered writing up his will. Clearly he was about to die.

"Today we are going to attempt the Neta Potion. It's fairly simple so even the less…impressive of you should be able to manage it." Snape looked at Neville pointedly. "If done correctly it should produce a feeling of euphoria and calmness. Can anyone tell me what this potion is common used for?"

True to form Hermione, Malfoy, and Pansy Parkinson all raised their hands. It'd been going something like this their entire school careers. Snape scowled before making a vague gesture to Hermione.

"Ms. Granger, please enlighten us?"

"It's used as a pain reliever in instances such as childbirth or invasive surgery, as a modified truth potion as the person who has ingested it is usually too relaxed to both with lying, and a calming agent during high stress situations."

Snape nodded. "Correct, per usual. Five points to Gryffindor." That said he made his way to the front of the room, seemingly obvious to the fact he'd just shocked his students and in some instances scarred them for life. Mostly Slytherins fell into the latter category. He waved his wand and a piece of chalk began flying across the blackboard. "Follow these directions and let me know when you're done."

Ron sighed and began to sort out the ingredients that had been waiting on the desk for them. He didn't speak to Dean and Dean made no attempt to speak to him until they had their mixture, which was thick brown and smelled very sweet, simmering. Dean was doodling absently on a piece of parchment and Ron, who'd never been good with long silences, broke.

"What's going on?" He managed to keep his voice down, so as not to have the entire class look at him, but found he sounded a little on the frantic side. Dean must have thought so too because he looked up and blinked, clearly startled.

"What?"

"You know what! This…this…the partner swapping and the looks you and Seamus keep giving me. Is it about the thing, before, because that wasn't anything."

"…Mate, Harry has a low grade in Potions and wanted to copy Hermione's notes. Seamus wanted to sit with Draco. Relax." Dean shook his head in something that may have been amusement. Ron knew he was blushing again and sank low in his seat, feeling very foolish. "If this had something to do with you snogging Draco I'd tell you up front."

The entire class was jarred from their work rather rudely as Ron fell from his chair and hit the ground with a loud thud. Dean stared down at him; eyebrow working it's way up towards his hairline. Ron was pretty sure everyone was looking at him.

He out a hand over his eyes and wished the ground would just open and swallow him. This was pathetic, here he was seventeen and he couldn't even manage to make himself stop blushing for all of thirty seconds.

"If you would be so kind as to retake your seat Mr. Weasley I may be inclined to not take ten points from your house." Snape said silkily. Of course Ron jumped back up. Snape regarded him for a moment longer then turned his attention back to the papers he was grading.

Dean smiled at him cheekily. "Graceful Ron, truly."

"Shut it." He muttered, looking at the able top intently. There were cuts and grooves throughout the wood and Ron wondered why someone didn't just magic them away. Dean laughed.

"It was funny mate, sorry. To think, you were all worked up over Draco."

Ron glared at him from the corner of his eye. "I was not worked up. …So, Seamus told you about that did he? Do you think he told anyone else?"

"Blaise and Seamus." Came the light correction. "And I doubt it. Not everyone here is as…okay with things as you are."

Ron blinked. "What?"

Dean stared at him for a minute then sighed and leaned closer, voice dropping to just above a whisper. "Some people, mostly the 'pureblood only' freaks or Muggle-borns who just…have their own views, pre-Hogwarts, aren't fond of the idea of two blokes being together."

"I'm not completely dense." Ron scowled. He'd understood that part. While it had never been something worth noting in his family, mostly because Bill was a self-proclaimed 'omni-sexual', he knew that some other families were against anything that could potentially affect the number of wizards being born from wizarding families.

He just hadn't really thought of anyone like that being at Hogwarts. Sure, some people were completely useless morons, but most of them were okay. At least he'd always thought most of them were okay. He sat back in his seat and scratched the back of his neck, considering.

Well, he could see how a lot of the Slytherins would feel that. Maybe a few of the Ravenclaws as, next to Slytherin house, they had the most purebloods. But not anyone in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.

Rather abruptly Ron had a thought. "Is what why you and Seamus walked Blaise and Draco back to the dungeons?"

"Huh. You really aren't that dense." Dean paused, as if expecting a retort but Ron didn't offer one. "Sometimes the Slytherins like to mess with them. …Blaise mostly. Draco's a Quidditch player and most people wouldn't touch him and even if they did he can pretty much take care of himself."

That much was certainly true. On the rare occasion they'd actually come to serious blows Draco had been more than able to handle himself. Which wasn't to say he'd ever beat Ron of course, that would have been exaggerating a lot, but he never really lost either. Most times it was simply a draw.

Ron let that sink in for a moment. While he thought Dean flagged down Professor Snape who took a look at their potion then nodded his apparent approval before moving on. Professor Snape really seemed to be mellowing out…not a lot, because he was still a greasy nasty bastard most of the time, but he seemed less uptight about points and playing favorites.

It was Ron's honest opinion that someone must have been shagging Snape into a good mood but that was just him and his clinically perverse imagination.

"So Draco has you worked up?" Dean was smirking at him. He glared over at the other teen.

"Shut up."

"What's wrong, don't want anyone thinking you fancy other guys?" Dean's question was light but Ron would have had to be unbelievably thick to not catch the underlying seriousness. He considered that for a moment then shook his head.

"Its not that. It's…Malfoy." As he spoke he let his gaze flicker over to the blond who was bottling the potion he and Seamus had made while talking to the other blond. Ron had noticed (at just that moment) that neither wore makeup in class. If not for the chipping green paint on Draco's nails Ron would have thought it was all in his head.

Still, makeup or not he was still…attractive. Pale blond, nearly white, hair fell freely into his eyes, which sparkled with laughter at something Seamus must have said. Ron shook his head and looked away. It figured. The minute Malfoy stopped being a prat he had to expose that he didn't have a completely useless personality and was cute under all of that arrogance.

Not that Ron was queer. He supposed maybe this meant he was bisexual. He could accept that. See, this was him, accepting a potentially life-altering change.

He felt kind of queasy all of a sudden.

Dean looked skeptical. "You know he isn't that bad, right?"

"I guess. I mean…you like him, right?"

Dean nodded. "He's a nice bloke…now. I thought Seamus had lost his mind at first."

Ron snorted, nodding. Everyone in Gryffindor Tower had thought that Seamus was suffering from some kind of insanity at the beginning of the year, but nearly two months later and everyone had pretty much gotten used to it. In the Gryffindor Tower at least. The other houses still seemed a little wary of inter-house friendships.

"Its just…he's a Malfoy." Ron said with a shrug. "Weasleys and Malfoys can't even be in the same room together without the potential for bloodshed, let alone make friends or get together. It just isn't done. Even if it could why should I forgive all of the stuff he's said about my family?"

"Maybe he didn't mean it?" Dean suggested lightly. "He hasn't really said anything since his father was put away for good. Could have been for show."

Ron frowned for a moment. He supposed it was possible Malfoy had been putting on an act until he was sure he was free of his father. He certainly hadn't insulted anyone, harshly, since the end of the war and on the rare occasion they spoke Malfoy was always nice about it.

It'd taken some getting used to of course. It'd been almost frightening at first.

"Maybe. That doesn't change the family thing."

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Draco shrugged. "He's right. It doesn't happen."

They had commandeered a table in the library and now the other three seemed intent on trying to…well, Draco honestly didn't know what the hell they thought they were doing. It seemed like they were trying to get him to pursue Weasley but he was pretty sure they hadn't all descended into madness at the same time so it couldn't be that.

Seamus just stared "You can't be serious."

Draco smirked. "You should know this already. Malfoys and Weasleys have been barely able to tolerate each other since Hogwarts was founded and far be for me to break a tradition that old."

"He's serious." Seamus shook his head, clearly disbelieving. Dean shrugged then, after ducking under the table for a moment, offered his boyfriend a paper bag. Seamus reached inside and pulled out a foil wrapped thing. He unwrapped it to reveal a piece of chocolate.

"My mum sends Muggle candy once a month to remind me of home." Dean said while tossing the bag to Blaise. "I guess she thinks I'm homesick."

Blaise pulled out a chocolate as well and passed the bag to Draco before speaking. "I can't believe you, Mister I make my own fate and won't let what my father did control my life, are really going to let your father rule you."

Draco halted his hunt through the bag of non-magical candy and looked at his cousin with narrowed eyes. "What?"

Blaise snorted. "Please Draco, here you are saying you're letting a feud stop you from going after Weasley, like the fact you want to shag him senseless means nothing."

"I do not want to…well." He paused, settling on a lollipop and handing the bag back to Dean. "Maybe a little bit. I still don't get what you mean."

"It's a Malfoy feud, you're only a Malfoy because of your father who you so kindly refer to as an evil bastard who should rot in Azkaban for the rest of his life."

Draco smiled at that. It was true. His father had escaped briefly but was now locked safely back up, his mother had ended the marriage, and now Draco stood to inherit everything once he graduated. Assuming he wanted it anyway. It wasn't, of course, the money that made Draco want his father to rot forever. It was the simple fact that his father had been evil, selfish, and willing to put that freak of a Dark Lord ahead of his family.

Plus he'd hurt Draco's mother, which was something he simply couldn't forgive.

His smile faded when Blaise's words sunk in. He had a point, if not for his father the Malfoy-Weasley fight would be meaningless to him. He had made it a point in his life recently to do just about everything his father wouldn't have wanted him to do, simply because he now had the freedom to do it. He imagined dating a Weasley would have given his father a heart attack.

More than that why should he let some stupid feud handed down to him from a man he hated dictate who he could and could not be with? He was practically a grown man after all; he didn't have to live by anyone's rules anymore.

So why should he? If he wanted to shag the Weasel then he had every right to do so.

"You're absolutely right. I can't let some stupid family fight determine what I do and who I do it with." He said finally. Blaise waved a hand dismissively.

"Of course I am. Now why don't you go find Weasley and tell him you want to take him to that Halloween party we're going to on Saturday."

Draco nodded and started to stand up to do just that when he realized he had no idea what the hell Blaise was talking about. He sat back down. "What party?"

Seamus blinked. "The one your mother sent us all invitations to last week."

"Really? She must have forgotten to send me one." He sighed. He couldn't say he was surprised; his mom was a little flighty these days. Draco liked to think she was just getting used to handling things on her own and such. "Right. Where do you think Weasley is?"

Dean looked at his watch for a moment. "The Common Room most likely. We have a test in Herbology tomorrow, Hermione's probably making him study."

Draco nodded then, making sure he had all of his things in his bag, left.

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Seamus waited until Draco was out of sight before speaking again. "You're good."

"I should be." Blaise looked more than a little smug. "I know Draco better than anyone, what's the point of all that knowledge if I can't use it?"

"Can't very well argue with that can we?" Dean said shaking his head. He hadn't thought Blaise would be able to convince his cousin to ask Ron to the party but clearly he'd been mistaken. It hadn't even looked like he was putting any effort into it.

It had been masterful.

"So what now?" Seamus asked, a slightly sly smile curving his lips.

"I ask Potter to go with me of course." Blaise's tone indicated this should have been obvious. "With Weasley going Potter won't be able to say no; not if he wants to keep an eye on his friend and I'm sure he will."

Dead shook his head, in something like awe. "You're evil."

"I know." If he was bothered the brunette didn't show it. "I'm not in Slytherin because I look smashing in green and silver you know. Not that it doesn't help…"

Seamus chuckled then leaned against Dean. "Makes me glad we're in the same house. This is all so…underhanded."

"Fun to watch though."

Seamus nodded his agreement then made to stand up. "This should be fun… Hey, Dean-"

"No you can't put makeup on me for the party." Dean said, cutting the blond off. Seamus started to pout, which he knew always made it hard for Dean to keep any resolve. "I'll help you with yours though. I like you in it, very…nice."

He was rewarded with a bright grin. He sighed mentally. Success.

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Ron was rounding the corner to head back to the Gryffindor Tower, muttering about how Hermione was going to lecture him for hours about forgetting about their study session. He'd been outside flying with his sister, much against his will because it was still cold, because only seventh years were allowed to fly on the pitch alone.

He had, quite effectively, lost track of time. It was nearly suppertime, meaning he wouldn't get any studying in until after they ate in all likelihood.

He came to a halt after turning the corner, staring at the blond standing outside of the portrait hole and staring up at the Fat Lady belligerently. Indeed Malfoy looked properly annoyed with whatever the painting was telling him.

Ron was tempted to run in the other direction but, since the Slytherin was probably looking for Seamus and Dean, he couldn't just leave him there. He walked down the hallway, prepared to let the other teen into the tower.

It was strange in a way. A few months ago he would have laughed at the idea of allowing Malfoy into the tower but now he couldn't not let him in.

The blond turned, apparently hearing him coming, and a smile curved his lips. Ron's heart leapt into his throat and he silently cursed it, commanding it to beat at a normal pace. There was no point in getting excited.

"Hi Malfoy. She wouldn't let you in?"

"Huh? Oh, no." The blond rolled his eyes. "She said you weren't here."

Ron's mouth went dry and he swallowed in an attempt to regain his ability to speak. "You…you were looking for me?"

Malfoy nodded. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Oh. Well…I'm here now."

"You are." Malfoy was staring up at him intently and Ron could feel a blush working it's way up his face. He felt warm and kind of tingly all over, while his mind kept supplying an image of him kissing Malfoy. He swallowed again, nervous now.

Why was he looking at him like that? It was…not bad, just…he felt exposed. Like Malfoy could see right though him and read his thoughts just by staring and it was kind of unnerving because Ron couldn't recall ever feeling like that before.

Malfoy blushed, looking away from him. "Sorry. I…uh. My mother is throwing a Halloween party on…Halloween and I was wondering if maybe you'd want to go."

Ron blinked. Malfoy was inviting him to a party? Him? What? "A party?"

Malfoy looked up at him through lowered lashes, still blushing. "Yeah. With me."

"With you?"

Oh. So much for no reason to get excited. He wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on the bottom of his jumper, mind racing for an answer. He couldn't say yes. He couldn't…go out with Malfoy. Hadn't he just told Dean things like that didn't happen?

But he found he couldn't form the word no either.

"I…I…"

Malfoy looked back at the ground and nodded slowly. "I understand if you don't want to. I just thought I would try and ask and I'll be going now."

His mind screamed at him to do something because Malfoy was going to walk away and he knew, he just knew without a doubt, that he'd be kicking himself later on. He wasn't sure about this, knew his parents and brothers would kill him if they ever found out, but he couldn't just let him walk away.

"I want to go." He blurted out. Malfoy, who'd started to go around him to leave, went still before looking up again, this time with wide surprised eyes.

"You do?"

"Yes." Ron found himself nodded. "With you. I…want to go. Um."

'Stop talking now.' The voice in his head commanded a little frantically. 'You sound like an idiot. Just…stop talking.'

"Oh." Malfoy looked as startled as he felt before coughing and nodding. "Okay. Seamus will tell you everything later, I guess. …You should probably ask Dean. He means well but Seamus can be…you know how he can be."

"I know." Ron smiled slightly. Seamus wasn't stupid, but he was absent minded. To say the least. "I will. Um. I'll talk to you later. I guess.'

Malfoy nodded, another faint blush emerging on his pale cheeks, before he darted around Ron and hurrying off down the hallway. Ron stared after him then put a hand over his eyes.

"Holy hell."

"Language dear." The Fat Lady scolded primly. Then, in a sly tone of voice: "He's quite the pretty boy isn't he?"

Ron sighed. "Don't remind me."

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Cookie: I actually hadn't read it until you left the review. Then of course I had to read it and it was really good. Made me smile. I love boys in makeup.

Solitudity: LOL. Thanks so much.

Emax: No eyeliner this chapter, but there will be next chapter. The boys don't wear make-up in school hours, damn it. We'll have to change that…

Didon: I will be updating that soon, I promise. Either that or uploading something else…I'm never sure until I do it. I'm trying to give Ron and Draco an edge of realism, so they're both kind of nervous and drifting between two points. They'll work it out eventually I think.

Sexy-ass-Ron: Well, Ron/Draco are the main pairing but I do let just about everyone have a little time. I'm a big S/D and H/B fan so I can't help but play around with them a bit.

Xan: I'm glad you liked it so much. Makes me happy.

Sallie: Wouldn't we all kiss Draco though… Ron's working on the denial thing. I'm glad you liked the description, I was worried it was too much/not enough…

Naria: LOL. Well, I'm glad you like everything so much. I try, I try.

Juushika: Yes, this is a chaptered story and will go on for…a while. I guess. I won't know 'til I'm done I guess. You saw the beginning of Blaise/Harry here, with Blaise plotting things… He's a little 'underhanded', as you can see.

Tommy girl: I am quite honored, believe me. I'm glad you liked the colors, I was winging it. I like glam bois, but I'm not one myself…