Disclaimer: Despite popular belief (as in, the belief in my head) I do not own the Harry Potter books.
A/N: This is more a preface thing, and sounds like a whole load of quite fluffy blabber… That's because it is. But hang on, 'cos I PROMISE theirs something good coming here (ignore the bad grammar on account of all my beta-readers are off line).
Also this is set in an AU world were literally everyone is gay… Much like my own.
Ron was used to it, being second best. He'd always been second best; he always would be second best. It was one of those things you learnt to accept, move on, and perhaps even make the most of.
But this time things were different. He down right refused to take the later position his eyes. He'd never been so jealous before, and for the longest time he'd wondered why Harry and Draco's relationship bothered him so much (beyond the obvious bits).
The truth was, this time Ron could not possibly be second best. He wanted what Harry had, not the wild ruffled yet admirable hair, nor the status.
But Draco. The one thing that Ron could ever truly say he was resentful over.
Draco. He could say the name a hundred times, more even, and it would still roll of his tongue like… And here he was stuck for words. If he couldn't even string together a proper declaration of unrequited love for the boy that had haunted his dreams since his first day of Hogwarts, then what chance did he stand competing with the likes of Potter?
It was just like a bad movie. The totally mind-numbingly dull hero, in this case, Harry, would no doubt get the boy of his dreams and Ron, being the stereo-typical sidekick whose name no-one can ever remember, would be stuck in the shadow of his dear 'friend', leeching off any left-over's he was courteous enough to throw in his direction. It was a horrible plot, one which Ron had seen only too many times.
He would not be the victim, he couldn't be the victim, was this karma? It sucked.
He kept his head down, and on occasion bit his lip to avoid saying something he knew, in the long run, would only get him into a worse off state. Harry and Draco grew closer and closer everyday. The quick kisses in the hallway becoming all too frequent, and if that was how they behaved in public…
Ron shuddered to think what was going on behind closed doors between his best friend and his dearest love.
Of everything Harry had stolen, yes stolen. The admirations of the young Ginny Weasley, the affection of his own parents, his last chocolate frog… This was the most deceitful yet. Draco.
Nothing had ever been said, but surely someone so close to Ron would of noticed the fondness between the two students grow from a petty school boy crush to a full blown, all be it one sided, lustful devotion. Yes. There was no doubt in Ron's mind, now he'd justified it, that Harry knew exactly WHY what he was doing was as wrong as it was.
This was war. And it was one war Ron would NOT be coming up second best in.
A/N: I won't really bother with this unless I get any decent reviews… So send me your love people…
