Glamour Lust

Still don't own anything.

Author: Dimitri Aidan

Rating: Pg-13, eventual R

Pairings: It's going to be Ron/Draco and Harry/Blaise, Snape/Remus, and Dean/Seamus. Ginny/Neville, Percy/Hermione, and anything else I feel like tossing in.

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?

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 Three

Friends Say I've changed

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The following week went by in a blur for Ron, with nothing of any real importance happening after Monday. He didn't really talk to Draco, though he saw him periodically in the hallways. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak to him, so much as he never actually got a chance to speak to him amongst all of the Halloween preparations and such.

Seventh and Sixth years were permitted away from Hogwarts for Halloween weekend for the first time in thirty years and things were abuzz as a result. Plans were being made and everyone was rushing about in a flurry trying to make things come together.

Ron wasn't really one for that kind of action. He was content to sit back and watch everyone else panic and drive themselves crazy. He didn't really understand why being allowed to leave was such a big deal to everyone; it wasn't like they didn't get holiday break.

Friday morning came and it found Ron leaning against Harry and allowing the smaller teen to led him towards the Great Hall. He wasn't really that coherent in the morning and kind of relied on his friends to make sure he got around for the first few hours of the day without any major incidents.

Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were already at the table and eating, talking about something. Probably their plans for the weekend. They were going to the Burrow for Halloween to spend it with the Weasleys. Ron had sent a letter home telling his parents he and Harry wouldn't be coming with them, carefully omitting the reason was because he was going to a party with Draco Malfoy, the day before. He wasn't really expecting to get one back, as his parents trusted him.

More or less anyway.

So when an owl came sweeping down over the Great Hall and dropped a letter in his lap he blinked, startled before looking up and squinting. The owl was leaving already, but it certainly didn't look like his parent's old, nearly dead, owl or one of his brothers. Maybe his father borrowed one from the Ministry.

Ron couldn't imagine anyone outside of his family trying to owl him. All of his friends were at Hogwarts and could speak to him anytime they pleased.

With a shrug he ripped open the envelope and pulled out the piece of parchment, unfolding it.

Weasley,

I wasn't sure if Seamus or Dean had ever got around to telling you but the party starts at seven tomorrow. Dumbledore said we could use the fireplace in the Great Hall to go and take the train back on Sunday, if you don't mind staying over at Malfoy Manor for the night.

Did you know my git of a cousin asked your idiot best friend to go to the party with him? I think they've been shagging in secret.

Draco

Ron blinked and looked sideways at Harry who was eating and talking to Seamus and Dean. Ron had, thus far, tuned their conversation out. He looked back at the letter, skimming the last bit again.

Harry…and Blaise. Shagging. Harry…Blaise…

Ron was positive he could feel his brain melting and oozing out of his ears. He shuddered then shook his head, desperate to ride himself of the imagery that his mind was presenting. Because…eww. Harry. It was like thinking about one of his brothers having sex. It was very…disgusting.

He looked across the hall to find Draco looking his way. The blond quirked an eyebrow then inclined his head towards Blaise. Ron shook his head again, trying to communicate how much he hadn't wanted to know that with his eyes. Draco smiled slightly and Ron's heart skipped a beat. He felt his cheeks heating up and looked away, embarrassed that something like a smile was all it took to send his stomach into knots like that.

"You okay?" Harry asked as he poked him in the ribs. "You're turning red."

Ron shrank away from Harry's touch. Disgusting images. "I'm fine mate. I'm…going now."

He could feel Harry's eyes on him as he bolted from the Great Hall. He wondered if he could form some kind of memory spell on himself to make him forget what he'd just read. He was pretty sure he was scarred for life.

Saturday found Ron…panicking, before the amused eyes of his friends. He couldn't be blamed for panicking of course; his experience in dating (assuming this was a date and he was pretty sure this was something like that, if not the exact thing) was limited to taking Hermione out to ice cream after fifth year and that one time he'd gone into Hogsmead with Lavender Brown.

The Lavender Incident, as it was now referred to, could have gone a considerable amount better than it had actually gone. It had been a disaster from start to finish and had officially ended with a kiss that had left him…rather lacking, in the happy department. It wasn't that Lavender wasn't pretty or sweet or…well, that was all she had going for her really, but she hadn't done anything for Ron.

Maybe because Ron didn't like girls in the least? Maybe…he was queer and had spent a completely idiotic amount of time trying to convince himself of otherwise. He did things like that sometimes, like when he tried to convince himself that his life was normal.

Still, now wasn't the time to be reevaluating himself again. Now was the time for hiding under his bed until Sunday and hoping Draco wouldn't take it personally because…Jesus. What the hell had he been thinking when he said yes? He couldn't do this. It was insane.

And it was Draco Malfoy! He didn't know what to say to him, what he couldn't say… Even if it wasn't Draco, he was another guy. What did you do when you went out with a guy? Some reason Ron thought flowers and candy was out and he wasn't sure how well Draco would take being told he looked pretty.

Then again, maybe he'd like that? Wasn't that the effect he was going for anyway?

Still he didn't know how he was supposed to act or what you were supposed to do. At least he'd had a glimmer of an idea with Lavender and Hermione, now he was just flying blind.

He was an idiot. He could not do this. He wasn't going to do it.

"You'll be kicking yourself later." Harry said, smirking faintly. He was lying on his bed seemingly taken some kind of perverse enjoyment in watching Ron worry himself sick over this.

"I'm kicking myself now." Ron muttered. He too was on his bed and, rather than look at his friends, had pulled a pillow over his head in an attempt to suffocate himself and end his torment before it had a chance to actually start.

"You like Draco. The rest will fall into place." Dean's voice came from across the room. When Ron had last looked he was helping Seamus get ready. "You're over thinking it."

Ron considered that briefly. Over thinking? Maybe. Seamus and Dean didn't seem to have any trouble getting together, though it wasn't like Ron had really kept in touch with them over the summer and Harry didn't seem stressed out.

But it was different for him. He and Draco had done nothing but despise each other since the moment they'd walked into Hogwarts, how could they jump from that to indifference to…something that was very much not indifference or hatred? Wasn't there supposed to be an in-between period.

Unless the indifference had been the in-between period? In which case that was really unfair because he hadn't even been informed of it.

"I can't do this. I don't even know anything about him. Nothing good." He added quickly. He knew Draco was a part and arrogant and seemed to be a useless pain in the ass, but there had to be more to him then just that. Ron could already see hints of an actual personality behind all of the things he'd thought to be true about the blond.

"So talk to him." Harry sighed. "Relax."

"Easy for you to say. You and Blaise have been…whatever for weeks."

He could picture his friend blushing perfectly in his mind. Harry had been kind enough to inform him that he was with Blaise, not knowing that Draco had already told him, and had been for about a month. Which had been followed by a rushed apology about leaving Ron out in the dark but not wanting to risk Ron being upset he was with a Slytherin)

Ron had just blinked at him before rolling over and attempting to go back to sleep. (Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he was offended Harry thought he might have been angry over something so stupid)

"Well…yeah. But still. Same concept."

"No it's not. You never had anything against Blaise, Malfoy and me hated each other."

"Draco never hated you." Seamus argued. "He didn't like you, but hate isn't really his thing. And he thinks you're cute."

Ron pulled down the pillow and arched an eyebrow at Seamus who was eyeing a small black pencil thoughtfully. He had his feet in Dean's lap while Dean had a box balanced on his legs. Dean kept holding up what looked like lipstick tubes to the light and then tossing them back.

Ron wasn't sure he even wanted to know what was going on with the.

"He said that?"

Seamus blinked. "Said what?"

"Ron wants to know if Draco really thinks he's cute." Dean, ever the helpful sort, clarified. Seamus looked over at him, a smile curving his lips.

"Yes, he really said that."

Ron blinked slowly. Well…he supposed if Draco really thought that, and Seamus wasn't just lying to make him feel better, he couldn't hide under his bed. He had to at least attempt to…do something, didn't he? It wasn't that Ron was desperate for complaints…only that he was.

He got lost in the shuffle a lot. He wasn't going to say anything beyond that.

He looked at his watch. Six thirty. Thirty minutes before…things. And really he'd be fine. They were all going, so it wasn't like he'd be alone if it turned out he and Draco truly couldn't stand each other's presence. Ron, Seamus, and Dean wouldn't totally ditch him…at least he didn't think they would.

He hoped they didn't.

Things moved painfully slow after that. He dressed, absently wishing that he had something nicer than just his hand-me down jeans and jumper to wear. At least this didn't call for dress robes because the only ones he had were those tattered formally lace covered horrors.

They all made their way to the Great Hall, Seamus hanging off of Dean and grinning. A silvery sheen was over the lid and going around his eyes, his lips were tinted a pale red and seemed full and a touch glossy, his skin was glittery, and his nails were deep red, matching his t-shirt, which seemed to border on skintight. All of that, combined with jeans that made Ron uncomfortable just to be looking at, created an…interesting image. He didn't want to say pleasing (Dean was still scary) bit it wasn't a bad one.

His arms were around Dean's neck and his lips hovered near Dean's ear, making the other teen grin softly while holding his boyfriend close. Ron felt his stomach clench at the sight. He didn't want to admit this, even in his head, but he was jealous of them in a big way. They looked so…happy, together like that and…well, seeing them made him feel alone.

Not that he was alone. He had his friends and his family and all of that nice stuff, but it really wasn't the same. Obviously. He looked away from them.

Professor Snape was standing right outside the doors of the Great Hall, Draco and Blaise on either side of hi. Ron's eyes flickered over to Blaise first.

The brunette was dressed in all black; loose jeans that hung low on thin hips, a button down shirt under a black t-shirt, and boots. He had smoky gray over his eyes and thick black around them, making them seem wider. A black choker, with two silver chains connecting it in the back, was fitted around his neck. Black tipped fingers raked through his hair almost nervously. Slick, but shimmering lips, pulled into a smile when he spotted them.

He left Snape's side, grabbing Harry's arm, as his smile grew steadily larger. Harry, who'd been watching Seamus and Dean with amusement ("Those two are just so…sappy." Harry had said to him on more than one occasion.) smiled and blushed.

"I'm to make sure you get to Malfoy Manor in one piece, so if you would all be so kind." Snape's words were clipped and to the point, but lacked their usual venom. Ron blinked at him, once again wondering what was going on with his Potions Master.

Blaise tugged Harry into the Hall practically bouncing with energy. Seamus and Dean followed, Snape close behind. Draco was, it seemed, waiting for him. The blond offered him a small smile while watching him through lowered lashes.

Ron swallowed, unable to form a single mildly coherent thought. Draco's hair was down, curling under his chin and glinting almost pure white in the torchlight. His eyes had a touch of silver to them, reflecting the liner rimming them, and were half-hidden by long bangs. His hands were shoved into the pockets of black pants, but the thumbnail was painted the same green as before, matching the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing.

"Hey. Thanks for…coming." Draco's voice was soft and seemed to reflect the nervousness Ron was currently feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach.

"It…I wanted to. No problem." He…was going to throw up if his insides didn't stop moving around like that. It was…well it wasn't good. He didn't want to ruin this right off by being sick. "Um…"

Draco pushed a strand of hair back then let out a breathe while squaring his shoulders. "Come on. We should go. I swear, leave them alone for a few minutes and they'll be trying to crawl into each other's clothing."

Ron made a face. "Didn't need to know that."

Draco turned but flashed him a smile. "If you don't want to know it then you sure as hell don't want to see it."

Ron found he couldn't argue with that. He trailed Draco who went straight for the fireplace. Snape was standing to the side, arms crossed over his chest, while a bright green fire blazed. Draco stood to the side, indicating he should go first.

"It's Malfoy Manor. You should come out in the parlor."

He nodded then took a handful of the powder resting on the nearby table. He stepped into the fire, tossed the powder, and called out "Malfoy Manor" as clearly as possible. The world starting spinning widely and he went racing by fireplace after fireplace.

It quickly became a blur of green, orange, and black, as most fireplaces seemed to be decorated for the holiday. He stopped, around the point he was beginning to get dizzy, and stumbled out of the fireplace. A hand grabbed him and kept him from pitching forward. He looked up to see Dean, smiling wryly, before pulling him to the side.

He didn't get anytime to look around before the room seemed to erupt in a flurry of movement and a roar filled the room that sounded oddly like 'Congratulations Draco.' He wasn't sure because he was suddenly deaf in both ears.

He watched, shaking his head to dislodge the buzzing film that tinged everything he heard, as Narcissa Malfoy glided through the assembled crowd of perhaps four-dozen people of various ages, and wrapped her son in a hug. Draco looked somewhere between bewildered and queasy.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, watching with a detached sort of interest as the crowd absorbed the blond.

"Draco's dad is, as of today, no longer subject to any claim on the Malfoy fortune meaning that as of tomorrow Draco is last of the Malfoy line and the sole owner of…everything." Blaise sighed, looking annoyed. "Narcissa must want to celebrate being out from under Lucius' thumb for good. Dray's not going to like this."

"Oh." Ron said, blinking then shaking his head. Draco was gone from sight, apparently being swarmed with well-wishers and he was standing between two couples. He could already tell this was going to be miserable.

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Siren: Well, I do try and write new things. The same old stuff can get boring after a while, you know?

Cherre: Scary are they? Good…lol. I am a little insane, but that's okay. It works for me so I usually just go with it.

Aishteru: Really? I didn't think it was exciting…but hey, I'm not one to argue with the reviewers. I update…periodically. It's never an issue of 'will I update' so much as 'what will I update'.

Mechante: Even better than Easter Candy? Well, thanks. I try to please. Speaking of stuff to work on, I need to get back to Wally and John. Wally's being an ass… The secret behind Halloween shall be reveled! …Obviously.

Jux: Umm…well…I need them. For the story. I can't write without them.

Morena: Seamus/Dean are a great couple, one of my favorites and I also think they're a great couple to start things a rolling. I'm glad you gave this story a chance in spite of not being a big D/R fan; hope not to disappoint.

My Head: Aww, you don't hate Ron. :P I asked Seamus about the lipgloss and he flipped out on me…so I think that's a no.

Didon: I'm glad you liked it.

RD: Die? Wow. That's a lot of pressure…

Cookie: Its true boys in makeup are gorgeous. That's why I wrote it after all…

Anna: Cute…ugh. That word. I hate that word. It's...a guy thing I guess.

Legend: Would be updated sooner, except for that whole…school thing people keep making me do.