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: School is out! Graduation on the 9th and then I'm free! (Until I fall at least…)

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 Four
It's Floating all around us
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Ron had to confess he was borderline bored. Draco was still being swarmed by people, Harry and Blaise had 'mysteriously vanished' and though Seamus and Dean were still hanging with him he was almost positive they'd rather be somewhere else. Together.

As in without his presence.

Ron was more or less used to being that third wheel, but that certainly didn't make him feel any better about it. It was…self-esteem crushing, to be brutally honest. Constantly being the hanger-on, forcing the 'couples' to deal with him so he wasn't alone and they would be saved from the guilt.

"Hey, I'm going to grab some air." He said finally, pushing off from the wall. They were standing off to the side of the main ballroom, watching people mill about while talking and eating. A pair of double doors were along the same wall they were, leading out into what looked like a garden. He wasn't really interested in the scenery but…well, at least he'd be out of Seamus and Dean's hair for the time being.

Dean blinked then tilted his head off to the side. "You want us to come with you?"

"Nah. You two have fun." He forced a bright smile then, careful to stay close to the wall and out of everyone's way, moved towards the doors. He stepped out into the almost bitter chill of the night and nearly turned to go back inside.

He knew that Seamus and Dean would be watching him, to see if he would need their company so he had to go through with it. He walked out onto the landing and walked over to the railing that allowed him to look out over what seemed to be a hedge maze. He could see a tree growing in the center, bare brown limbs twisting up towards the moonlit sky.

Stars winked down at him against the purple-black of the sky and he wrapped his arms around himself, before turning to walk down the stairs that lead into the maze. Somehow this wasn't how he'd seen the night going. To have Draco laugh in his face and call him an idiot for even thinking he'd be interested, sure. To have all his friends wander off and leave him in an uncomfortable silence with Draco, highly probable. To realize that he was doomed to be a lonely third wheel his whole life, okay.

To be just be completely ditched by Draco, intentionally or otherwise, and wandering around a hedge maze on one of the coldest nights of the year thus far…no. This was more depressing that even his permanently pessimistic mind could have come up with.

Cold, depressed, and lonely.

His life was pretty damn pathetic.

He rubbed his arms, fingers ghosting over gooseflesh, in an attempt to warm himself up. He traveled the cobblestone paths slowly, half hoping that he didn't manage to become completely loss and half not really caring. He knew that, at some point, the others would feel inclined to come and find him when they realized he hadn't come back inside.

With his luck though he'd have died from exposure or hypothermia or whatever the hell people died of when they wandered around aimless in the cold like morons.

The maze was probably really nice during the warmer months, when everything wasn't bare and tangles and all you could see was brown in every direction, overlapping until that was all there really was, becoming one with the horizon.

Waxing semi-poetically. He must have been getting really pathetic…

He turned another corner and found what must have been the center of the maze and, rather surprisingly, Draco. He was sitting at the base of the tree, legs pulled up to his chest and head bowed so that silvery strands fell over his face, hiding it from Ron's sight.

Well this was…cliché. Like one of his mother's bad romance novels from the Witches Shoppe in Diagon Alley. Find the 'damsel' sitting beneath the moonlight and such. Not that Draco was likely to appreciate being referred to as a damsel and Ron was a really crappy hero type of guy, but the basic principal still held.

Kind of anyway.

"Hey…Draco." His breath came out in a steamy white cloud then dissipated into the air. He rubbed his arms again, slightly annoyed that it was really that cold. Even in his sweater he was freezing. Draco wasn't much better off, wearing what looked like a fairly thin jacket over his shirt.

Draco glanced up, gray-blue eye peeking out from behind the curtain of hair. "Weasley. What're you doing out here? It's bloody cold."

"I've noticed." Ron said, walking closer. He sat next to Draco, leaning against the tree. The bark was cold and rough, chill jumping through his jumper and trying to claw its way into his skin. Lovely. "I was…the third wheel again."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you like that, really. Don't think I didn't want to be around you because I really wanted you to come and…I didn't expect my mother to do this, otherwise I would have asked you somewhere less stressful, I swear and-"

"It's okay." Ron said flashing Draco a genuine smile. "I understand. You looked pretty…you know, out of it."

"Yeah." Draco looked down, eyelashes brushing over pale skin. "Me and my mother have different ideas of what makes an acceptable celebration."

Ron was silent for a moment, considering that. He could see how celebrating your father being disenfranchised because he was in prison for working for a psychopath could not be high on anyone's list of things to do. He nodded slowly then shrugged.

"I guess…she's just happy to be free."

"And she deserves to be happy but…it's not that I miss my father or care that much. He was a right bastard most of my life, but I don't think…I don't even want all of this." Draco's words were slow and halting, as if he wasn't quite sure what he was trying to get across. "And all of these people are congratulating me for doing what exactly? Most of them don't even know me and…I'm sorry. I'm just…we should go inside."

"We don't have to. I…don't mind sitting with you. …out here." He could feel his cheeks growing warm even as the words left his mouth, in spite of the chill in the air. Draco looked up again, a look of surprise on his face. Then a slow smile curved his lips.

"Well. If you don't mind."

Ron may have said something only Draco chose that moment to finally move. He turned his body, legs stretching out somewhat, and leaned against Ron so that his head rested on his shoulder. Ron's breath caught in his throat as a warm hand rested over his own. Ron went stiff for one moment that seemed to stretch on for hours in his head, before he forced himself to relax into Draco's warmth.

He could do this. He could do this and…he wouldn't have a total nervous breakdown in the process. Hopefully.

"It's fine."

There was another moment of silence, though it didn't feel as strained as the silence's that Ron was used to when he was around other people. It was…nice almost. Then Draco shifted around slightly and looked up at him.

"So. Ron. …How're things." Ron blinked at Draco owlishly. The other boy blushed lightly then shrugged. "I figured…we…don't know much about each other."

Ron had to admit he had a point. Beyond thinking that Malfoy was a git, albeit an attractive one who made him blush and stutter like some kind of moron, and…well, it was doubtful that they could base anything off of that. And, he guessed, they were going for something here.

Obviously.

Ron seriously wasn't the type to just wander around in the dark of winter for just anyone because…well, he didn't fucking like the cold. At least there was no snow here, in spite of the thick cover that had covered Hogwarts' grounds earlier that morning.

"Well. What do you want to know?"

Draco rewarded him with another smile and Ron's stomach did a flip-flop.

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The party was over and most of the people had already left Malfoy manor. The house elves were rushing too and fro, cleaning up after the party in order to make the place respectable for whatever their mistress had planned for the following morning. The clock struck one.

Harry and Blaise had been hiding out in Blaise's bedroom, doing things Harry wasn't exactly at liberty to discuss with anyone else. Neither one was much for big group events. Harry wouldn't call it anti-social, but Blaise probably would. He was pessimistic like that. They made their way back to the main ballroom, passing a few elves who seemed to not even notice their presence, far too occupied with their jobs,

"Have you seen Dray?" Blaise asked as he fell back onto the couch Seamus and Dean were occupying. Harry sat on the arm while brushing a strand of hair from his eyes.

"Outside." Dean said shortly. Seamus was stretched out so his legs went over the other arm of the couch and his head was pillowed in Dean's lap. It was…fairly distracting for Dean. Not bad distracting but distracting nonetheless.

"What about Weasley?"

"Outside." Dean's fingers began to thread through Seamus' hair. The blond smiled up at him lazily.

Harry blinked then leaned back to peer out of the doors. "It's starting to snow. Do they realize it's starting to snow? Should we-"

"I think Dray and Weasley are old enough to take care of themselves Harry." Blaise said, rolling his eyes. "You don't need to protect them."

Before Harry could retort the sound of faint laughter drifted through the still open doors. A moment later Ron and Draco ran through brushing snowflakes off of their clothes as they did. Ron was laughing and Draco had a wide smile curving his lips. Harry arched an eyebrow then looked down at his boyfriend who just shrugged slightly.

"It's really not that funny. It was a legitimately scarring event." Draco said as he pulled off his jacket. He turned then stopped, blinking at the four on the couch. "Uh. You're still up."

"Yes." Blaise smirked and Draco coughed then glanced back at Ron.

"Well. It's late so…we should go. To bed."

"Of course. Is Ron going with you?" The suggestive tone to Blaise's voice was fairly obvious. Ron went red to the tips of his ears while Draco was suddenly entranced by something on the floor. Harry coughed to cover up the laugh threatening to come forth before grabbing Blaise's hand and tugging him off of the couch before he could embarrass the pair anymore.

"G'night. See you in the morning."

"Killjoy." Blaise muttered, voice devoid of any actual anger. "Be good Draco! Don't do anything I wouldn't."

"That's a really short list." Draco shouted back.

"Because he's a skank." Seamus added. Blaise made a gesture that was fairly rude over his shoulder then wrapped an arm around Harry, who smiled.

All things considered, the night had gone fairly well.

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Legend: Draco is unrepentantly adorable in this and, the worst part by far, he knows it and fully intends to use it to his advantage.

CJ: They did sound rather sexy didn't they…

Jux: Uh, yeah, that is what I meant. My bad… Nervous Ron is adorable and Draco…both shy and sexy, all at once. He's working it well.

Mechante: Better than chocolate? You're making me blush… Males over 13 don't like to be called cute unless it's by someone who will potentially be sleeping with them, in a less than platonic way, at some point in the future. I've never been upset at being called cute by a hot guy.

Cherre: Not completely nuts. Just a little nuts, when the situation calls for a little random craziness on my part.

Anna: Endearing works. In fact, I think I like that word a lot. Endearing…yep.

Emax: Why thank you. I've never used eyeliner myself, but I think I'm using it rather well in this story at least.

Crazy: Remus will make an appearance in later chapters. At the moment he's…I don't know what the hell he's doing actually, not counting Snape…

Shinigami: Snape has mellowed out, but it could have also been the desire to scar a few people. He's snarky like that. (in my head at least…)

Naria: Smut…will come eventually. Maybe. I'm a very plot orientated person; even my smut is bogged down in plot. That's just my own personal quirk. As for Draco with a potential bondage fetish, I think that's be more Blaise's thing than Dra's. In this story anyway…

Ron Lover: Harry and Blaise getting together is a whole separate story. Really. It's in the works…

Antipyro: Playing the shy type is right…Draco knows exactly what he's doing at all times, even though he may occasionally be a little awkward. (Not nearly as bad as Ron is though.)

Memdrake: I was bogged down in school work but, like a phoenix, I rise from the ashes of my senior year! …more or less anyway.

And, of course, thanks to Mestars, RD, Aishteru, Anon, Sake 1, and CJ.