Chapter One: Let The Plotting Begin

Harry and bloody Pansy… together… as in my best friend…with…

Ron hit his head against the wall and let out a long, angst-filled groan. The news of the latest couple to hit Hogwarts just reached his ears, and he felt the need to celebrate…by banging his head against the wall till amnesia set in.

Bang. Why. Bang. Does. Bang. This. Bang. Always. Bang. Happen. Bang. To…

"Having fun there Weasley?"

The redhead turned his head slightly to find an amused Draco Malfoy, back against the wall and eyebrow raised. Ron only groaned even more before continuing his "celebration". Easy silence settled between the two, as the sound of a head against stone filled the air.

"You do remember what happened the last time we were here, don't you?"

Draco.

Ron stopped all movements, and gave a side-glance to the smirking blonde beside him. "You mean when Blaise and Hermoine decided to tell…no show me that they were in a relationship?" the redhead asked with a grimace. Oh yea, he remembered that night…all to well.

"And what, Mr. Weasley did we learn from that night?" Draco continued, the sarcasm practically dripping from every word.

Ron tried to search his brain for whatever the hell Malfoy was getting at. Images of that fateful day –Hermoine and Blaise snogging the hell out of each other, Harry standing there with his mouth agape like a fish, and Draco blinking…profusely– came to mind until, yes, Ron finally remembered. He, on that same day, decided to "celebrate" by banging his head into the wall until amnesia set in. Boy did that plan fail.

"And what's the point Malfoy?" Ron snapped angrily. "If I want to bang my head, let me at least do it in peace."

"Yes Weasley, but let me remind you…that it was I who had to carry your nearly brain-dead self up the damn stairs and into the Hospital Wing. Not Potter. Not Granger. Not Pansy. But me."

"Well Draco, I suppose I should commend you for your heroic efforts," Ron retorted with as much sarcasm, "Though for all the bruises you left me when you dropped me down the stairs accidentally…I'd rather not." Before Draco could reply with some snappish comment of his own, the redhead continued, "And anyways Draco, if memory serves you…Harry couldn't help me because he fainted on the damn spot…Hermoine obviously couldn't because she was busy snogging the hell out of your best friend and well…I wouldn't let Pansy touch me…ever…"

And for the second time that night, the very fact that his best friend was snogging… her hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Oh God…poor Harry!" He continued to bang his head into the wall.

"And what the hell is wrong with one of your best friends dating one of my best friends?"

Ron looked at Draco incredulously, before replying monotonously, "Do you want to see Harry and Pansy snogging everywhere like Blaise and Hermoine do?"

Ron watched the Slytherin for a moment, as a thoughtful expression appeared on the pale boy's face.

Bang. Oh. Bang. God. Bang. Oh. Bang. God.

"Now who's being the stupid one?"

"… shut up and bang your head already."

Hours later, two boys, with large bruises on their forehead, appeared in the Gryffindor Common Room. Many people turned their heads in excitement, only to turn away in boredom. It was no longer a novelty to see Ron and Draco walking together without attempting to throttle one another. Automatically, the two moved to Draco's favorite couch –the only one that wasn't horribly decked in red and gold– and dropped languidly onto the cushions.

"Remind me never to let you do that to me ever again," Draco moaned, as he conjured an ice pack for his head.

Ron mumbled the same spell, before replying, "Oh sod off. You started on your own accord."

Draco bit back a quick retort, not wanting to hurt his head anymore. It seemed the more he moved…or talked even, the more pain he felt from the bruise. That was something he did not want to experience at all.

"Well, well, well," said a familiar voice, as the looming figure of Hermoine came into view. The two boys just groaned in reply, trying desperately to block out the Head Girl before them. Trying, being the key word.

"Hermoine really," Ron pleaded, as he held the cold bag over his head, "Draco and I already know exactly what you're going to say. So no need for a lecture."

Hermoine placed her hands on her hips, as an amused smirk played on her lips. "Really now," she replied smoothly, silently daring them to interrupt, "And this is coming from the boy who practically beats his brains out on occasion."

This time it was Draco who retorted. "Well if you guys," he glared at Hermoine, and now a smirking Blaise who appeared besides her, "Would stop hooking up with each other, or at least snogging everywhere, then Weasley and I wouldn't have to. And speaking of which, I hear the bane of our existences coming right about…now."

Just as Draco's lips formed his last word, the door to the Gryffindor Common Room slammed open, revealing a smirking Pansy. Behind her trailed Harry, who was blushing profusely. Draco closed his eyes and tried to rid of all mental pictures of his best friend and…not so best friend doing…bad things. Unfortunately for him, Pansy decided to, at that exact moment, tell him about their latest escapade.

"So what did you guys do while Harry and I were snogging in the Astronomy Tower?" Pansy asked as she dropped herself onto Harry, who was situated on an adjacent couch. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him. Ron immediately gagged, earning himself a deep glare from Pansy…and Harry…and Hermoine…and Blaise.

"What?"

"Ron, really. You've already survived Granger and Blaise going at it like rabbits. You would think you'd be used to the public displays of attention by now," Pansy spoke very smugly, as a teasing smile tugged at her lips.

"Harry! Pansy's being mean," Ron whined, trying to make himself sound like a little lost and lonely kid. Unfortunately, with his towering height of 6'4, it didn't do much.

"See Pansy, look what you made poor Weasley resort to," Draco replied, supporting Ron in the plea to end any form of PDA in his near vicinity. He motioned to the pouty redhead with the ice bag falling over his eyes. "He doesn't deserve this cruelty!"

Blaise snorted, causing all eyes to set upon him. He looked at Draco with cool eyes. "Well Draco, I think your problem is jealousy. Really now if you wanted Harry all to yourselfOww, bloody hell man I was only kidding!"

"Kidding my arse," Draco grumbled under his breath, his fist still poised in the air. He watched with satisfaction as a bruise similar to his formed on Blaise's right cheek.

"Malfoy, really. How immature of you," Hermoine spat at him once she tended to Blaise's wound. "And maybe Blaise is right."

"BLOODY HELL GRANGER, I DO NOT LIKE"

"And we all thank God for that," Harry cut in, a smirk on his features. Draco stuck out his tongue at the "boy wonder". Harry's smirk only deepened. "But yea, I think Hermoine and Zambini have a point. You need someone special."

Ron nudged Draco on the shoulder, as a huge grin appeared on the redhead's face. "Sucks for you Malfoy."

"Oh that means you too Ron."

"You know they're plotting something," Ron heard Draco mumble as the two headed down to Prefect duties. He nodded in reply, but remained silent. Thoughts were jumbling in his head, and he wasn't too happy about it. "At all cost, we must resist! Resistance!" Now that comment from Draco made Ron laugh out loud.

"Resistance? Have you been sneaking into Hermoine's stash of Muggle movies again?" Ron asked once the laughter died down. He sent a look of suspicion to the blonde who was blushing slightly.

"No…" the Slytherin replied slowly, before throwing his hands in the air and crying out, "Fine, so I did." He glared at Ron accusingly, "But it's not like I'm the only one. You were there with me!"

"Only because Hermoine, Zambini, Harry and Parkinson were busy with a snog fest," he sent Malfoy a pointed look, "And you know how I'd rather watch grass grow than see them at it."

"And have you been sneaking into Blaise's stash of 'cliché muggle sayings' again?" Draco replied with an eyebrow raised. Ron punched him playfully on the arm, and he rubbed the "bruise" with faux indignation. "Weasley!"

Ron only stuck out his tongue. "Really Malfoy, I barely touched you." He mentally grinned when Draco's gray eyes narrowed further. The redhead "fought back" with a glare of his own, only to burst out laughing a few seconds later. Pretty soon, Draco joined him as the two continued walking down the empty corridor.

"Oh gosh I hope their plotting doesn't involve a closet like last time," Draco said as their laughter died down. The two were now leaning against a stone wall, watching the paintings softly talk with one another.

Ron sighed loudly as the memory of that day came to mind…

It was probably the week after Hermoine and Blaise started dating when Ron and Draco's fights started to escalate to new heights. Not only did the traditional insults fly from their mouths, but fists too. Soon magic became involved in the mix, and then trips to the Hospital Wing. Obviously Madam Pomfrey was not happy at all. It wasn't helpful that Hermoine, Blaise, Harry and Pansy believed that it would be good to hang out at every possible moment. So after receiving their tenth detention –from Snape of course– and losing approximately 100 points from both houses, Hermoine decided to devise a plan to settle their argument. A plan, unfortunately for the two, that involved a closet.

Ron remembered the exact moment when Zambini grabbed hold of his arms, and started to drag him off with a very happy Hermoine trailing just a few inches behind them.

"What are you guys bloody doing?" the peeved redhead asked, while attempting to loosen Blaise's hold. Blaise, Ron noticed unhappily, was pretty strong for being only 5'6 and extremely lithe. "Really guys I have to do homework!"

"Ronald Weasley don't give me that bullshit," Hermoine yelled from behind, as she tugged his ear like a parent would to a small naughty child, "I've known you for too long to know that you would rather die than do homework."

"Fine, fine. Be a smarty arse Moine," Ron whined unhappily, his ear now tinged red, "Now can you let me go?"

"No," another voice said, as the figures of Harry, Pansy and a disgruntled Draco came to view.

"Don't tell me you got dragged into this too?" Ron asked Draco once the trio came closer. He laughed mentally at the sight of a pouty Draco being held captive by both Harry and Pansy, i.e. Pansy holding him by the ear while Harry prodded him from behind with his wand.

"Can't you tell Weasel? Or are you too stupid to comprehend even simple things like that?" Draco shot back angrily, though much of his anger was directed at the two holding him hostage rather than the redhead before him. "Goddamn Pansy, let me fucking go now before I hex you to next week."

"Don't you dare threaten to hex me Draco Malfoy!" Pansy yelled back, tugging his ear much harder. Everyone, but Blaise, cringed at her deadly tone. "Because of you and Weasley, both houses have lost 100 points in total! And though you may not give a fucking shit about that, the rest of us do! We will not sit idle while Hufflepuff takes the bloody lead in House Points!"

"Hufflepuff is in the lead?" both Draco and Ron yelled out in complete surprise, before snapping back into their glaring contest.

"Your fault."

"Fuck you."

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Hermoine interrupted, a very deep frown on her features. Harry tried to calm her down, but at the sight of Ron and Draco trying to beat each other to death, her fury only increased. And when Ron accidentally elbowed Blaise in the nose while trying to punch Draco's lights out, she was pissed…as hell. "Harry," she spoke harshly, though trying to keep her cool, "Give me the keys right now."

"But Hermoine," Harry whispered back, visibly cringing at the sound of a fist on bone, "Look at them. They're going to kill each other if we stick them in the closet."

Across from them, Pansy yelled out, "Potter, just give her the keys already!" He looked to see Blaise pleading with him too, before Ron elbowed him in the jaw.

Quickly, he handed the keys to Hermoine, who in turn opened the closet door. Then, with one quick swoop, Pansy and Blaise shoved the boys inside. Ron and Draco were too busy fighting to notice the door slamming shut or the pitch black darkness. But they did notice the sound of Hermoine's voice drifting from the crack under the door.

"…And you'll be staying in there until morning…unless you're fighting of course. Then it'll be ANOTHER TWO DAYS!"

Ron immediately rushed to the door and started banging his fists. "Hermoine you cannot bloody do this to me! Let me out now!"

A few seconds later, a desperate Draco joined him in the onslue of pleas and begs. "Blaise please get me out of here! I'll never steal your scented markers ever again!"

"Scented markers?" Ron asked with an incredulous look on his face, "Aren't those muggle…and toxic?"

"Oh shut up Weasel…" but before Draco finished, the sound of footsteps drifted into his ears. "Fuck."

"What?" Ron asked, placing his ear to the door. Suddenly, realization hit. "THEY'RE ACTUALLY LEAVING US!" He started to bang the door even harder, praying that some kind soul would help him out of this mess.

"That's not going to work Weasel," he heard Draco say across the closet room. Ron turned his head to find the Slytherin leaning against the farthest wall, with his head bowed and lips twisted to a scowl. "We're trapped here for the night."

"Don't think I know that idiot?" Ron shot back, as he angrily moved to the overturn mop bucket on the floor. He settled down upon it with a thud, and glared angrily at the pale boy before him. "I hate you."

"Likewise," was Draco's cool reply, though the hatred could be seen in his eyes as well, "Though right now I hate your stupid friends even more…and mine for that matter."

"No kidding," Ron grumbled, rubbing his forehead to rid of the stress. This was the worst night of his life. Even more horrible than the time George and Fred transfigured his bed into a giant spider, and he absolutely hated spiders.

"Weasel, there's a spider by your foot."

"AHHHHH!" Ron screamed at the top of his lungs as he started kicking in random places. "Where the fuck is it?"

"Well Weasel, how the hell am I supposed to now with all the racket you just made," Draco continued in his usual drawl, though a smirk was now prominent, "And anyways, I think it's still coming towards your shoe…actually it's touching the shoe and crawling up yourbloody hell what are you doing Weasel?"

"What the hell does it look like you stupid ferret?" Ron shot back, though there was some fear eminent in his voice.

"You're hiding behind me that's what you're bloody doing. Now get away from me!" Draco desperately tried to pull the redhead from behind, but was met with a lot of opposition. "Why are you bloody freaking out anyways?" But by this time, he received no answer as Ron began to hyperventilate. Meaning, he just found the spider and didn't like it one bit. "Weasel…idiot… IF YOU'RE THAT FRIGHTENED TO DEATH" Draco then moved forward, and with a swift move of his shoe, squashed the spider into oblivion.

"Malfoy you… you just…"

"Killed a fucking spider?" Draco finished for him, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. Never have he seen his archenemy so freaked out. From what he knew from experience and the stories from his best friends, Ron Weasley never showed any fear…ever. And now here was the tough redhead, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily as if he'd just battled a dozen Dementors. Weird. "Weasley…you're okay right?"

And as if he snapped out of some reverie, the frightened look upon Ron's face was replaced with its usual frown. "Yea. Just…hate spiders." He shivered as the word escaped his lips.

"Well they are nasty little buggers," Draco replied, as he made his way to lean against the wall besides Ron, "They practically took over my Father's basement last summer."

"Should've been there when Harry and I met Hagrid's huge spider…friend," Ron continued on, "Things are bloody huge."

Draco laughed lightly. "And let me guess, you nearly pissed in your pants."

"Oh shut up," Ron replied, as a red tint appeared on his cheeks. He sent a side-glance towards Draco. "I bet you would've though…ferret."

Draco rolled his eyes at the nickname that stuck to him ever since fifth year when Moody so graciously transfigured him into one. "You will never let that go will you?"

"Nope," was Ron's simple answer. After a few moments of silence, Ron spoke again, "Malfoy."

Draco, his eyes already droopy and laced with weariness, mumbled sleepily, "What?"

"I think we just had a normal conversation together."

Draco was fully awake now. "We did?" He glanced at Ron as if seeing him in a new light. "Well while it wasn't as fun as beating the shit out of you, I suppose it was bearable."

"I suppose."

More silence filled the air, until it was replaced with the sound of soft snoring. Draco turned his head slightly to find Ron slumped against the wall, head bent down and eyes closed. His breathing, which was extremely labored from the spider episode, was now calm. Draco sighed, and like his redhead rival, slumped against the wall and let his own eyes close. Revenge would have to wait till tomorrow….

Ron snapped out of his thoughts just as Draco began to prod him with an insistent finger. He turned to the blonde Slytherin, who was motioning to the closet down the corridor. Ron nodded his head, and in silence the two moved towards it.

"What do you think is in there?" Ron whispered to Draco, his wand poised. Strange noises were coming from the closet…noises that didn't sound particularly friendly.

"It's probably some first year making out or something like that," Draco whispered back, though he started to take out his wand too. The noises were getting much louder. "Okay," Draco said to Ron once they were in arms-length distance to the door, "I'll open it at the count of three, and then you attack whatever it is that's in there."

"Why can't I count?" Ron whined, looking at the door with apprehension.

"I didn't think you could," Draco replied in a serious tone, though a teasing smile played at his lips.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up and get counting already."

"One…two… two and a half… two and…"

"Malfoy, get to the point already!"

"THREE!" Draco twisted the doorknob and slammed the wooden door open…only to find a short girl with long hair. "What the Weasley!" In one quick motion, the girl –a Ravenclaw in 6th Year, Draco discovered later on– grabbed onto Ron's arm and dragged him inside. He heard the girl mutter a spell and the door closed shut. Muffles were coming from inside, and Draco could only imagine the worst. "Shit, shit… open the fucking… wait," he grabbed his wand tightly and yelled, "Alohomora!" Before Draco could grab the doorknob and save his friend, Ron burst through the door and fell on all fours, panting. Draco knelt to check for damages, "Weasley are you okay?" When Ron nodded quickly, the Slytherin turned his attention to the girl, a deadly glare set on his features.

"See you later Ron!" she said in a faux sweet tone, though her eyes never left Draco's. Then, she ran down the corridor and disappeared in the darkness.

"She…she…she…"

Draco bent down once more and asked, "What did she do? Curse you, punch you"

"She kissed me!" Ron wailed unhappily, as he desperately tried to wipe his lips with the end of his cloak. "She bloody hell molested me!"

Draco rolled his eyes at his friend's behavior, before standing up and straightening his own robes. "And here I thought you were dying in there. Bloody hell Weasley…just a stupid kiss." He stuck out his hand and helped the redhead up. "And why are you so freaked about it anyways?"

"Well, I always hoped my first kiss would've been something enjoyable," Ron simply replied, before wiping at his lips one more.

Draco looked at him incredulously, "Weasley…you are something else."

A.N. Disclaimers are the same. I don't own anything!

Background of story: Voldemort is dead just because I don't like him. Pansy, Draco and Blaise were on the side of the Light. The characters are a bit OOC. (Or maybe not just a bit.)

Pairings: Obviously, HG/BZ, HP/PP and RW/DM. Other pairings I won't reveal. Warning: This is a slash, so please if you cannot stomach it, then don't bloody read it. Thanks you!