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Draco-

The Three Broomsticks had always been a place Draco and his group of friends would go to when they visited Hogsmeade, but the routine had become rather boring to Draco over the past year and he was looking for more of a thrill in life than sitting in some smoky old pub listening to the purely pointless conversations of his fellow class mates.

Draco sighed huffily as he stared around the pub hoping for a fist fight or something that would keep his attention away from Crabbe who was whispering sweet nothings into Mulicent's ear. It really was disgusting. He continued to scan the dusty room when he noticed Ron heading out of the pub... Alone.

"What do you say we have a little bit of fun?" He asked his cronies as he nodded his head at the lanky red head pushing his way past the massive influx of seventh year girls near the doorway. There was an excited murmur of agreement as they shuffled to their feet and made their way out the rickety door of the Three Broomsticks. The air outside was slightly cool as a light breeze nipped at Draco's cheeks and the lush green trees shook there leaves merrily to the rhythm of the wind. Draco hated this type of weather.

Draco spotted Ron a good way down the stone paved road and quickly signaled his gang to follow as he arrogantly shoved random people out of the way hearing them shout obscenities in his direction. Not like he cared what they had to say. Ron seemed to be making his way to the shrieking shack with Draco hot on his heels.

Ron stood in front of the shack with his hands shoved deep into his pockets picking awkwardly at the muddy floor with his feet. He hung his head letting stands of gold and red fall into his crystal blue eyes as he scanned the grass-less floor intently as if hoping a worm would pop out of the ground and do a tap dance for him.

"I see were all alone today weasel, don't have your hero's to hide behind anymore?" said Draco mockingly, he loved to get a reaction out of Ron. Whenever the weasel boy was angry his eyes lit up in rage and he hands balled up in fist just waiting for Draco to pounce on his and fuck him dry. Ron looked up at Draco, He gave him some sort of look, a look of pleading determination. He pleaded through his eyes yet his face didn't crack.

"As if you should talk, you don't go any were with out those damned body guards. Cant fend for yourself? I always thought you were weak." replied Ron calmly as he leaned against the frame of the shack. Bugger, just a spark of what could have been a flame.

"I wouldn't push it Weasly you cant afford me kicking your arse." Stated Draco as if he were speaking to an incoherent dog. Ron walked slowly towards Draco his hands still shoved deep into his pockets.

"Oh so there's a price now?" he challenged narrowing his eyes as his ears turned red. Draco smirked.

"No, and that's exactly my point." Said Draco taking a few steps towards Ron.

At this point there faces were inches from each other, but this wasn't the kind of closeness Draco had fantasized about it was the closeness that was so intense in nearly gave Draco a hard on. He could hear Ron gritting his pearly white teeth and could feel his ragged breathing on the tip of his own nose. He could smell his breath, traces of butter beer clinging to his pale pink lips, and all he could see was pure and udder perfection and in his trance a fist flew clear into view and hit him hard in the nose knocking Draco back a few feet from his human flame.

Draco's wolf gray eyes widened in shock and disgust. How dare he touch Draco, especially in the face. Draco cupped his nose and ran at Ron fueled by rage and hormones, he pounced on Ron pinning his tiny frame in between his thighs watching as the smaller boy trembled with fear and rage. Draco raised his bony fist and punched Ron with brutal force near his lip. Ron let out a moan of pain as his pale hands reached for the patches of aching skin were Draco had punched him. Ron rolled onto his side with Draco still on top of him clutching his face in agony and he coughed and choked on his bleeding lip.

Draco smirked to himself before grabbing the Gryfendors neck with hands trying to roll Ron onto his back, but Ron, who had gained his sense of composure, flung his body underneath the blonde and no time he was laying directly on top of Draco. His warm breath teasing Draco lips as his strands of red hair tickled the top of Draco's forehead. Draco saw a tear drop of sweat drop from Ron's perfectly shaped freckled nose as the red head grabbed his throat and squeezed with surprising strength. He was so close. And then it happened. Draco moved his head in closer and their lips connected.

His lips were blissfully warm, silkily soft and slightly salty from the blood and sweat.

For those two seconds in Draco's life he didn't care about his bad boy image, or who was watching or how it might affect him. He concentrated on Ron's lips, and his perfection.

There lip's detached and Draco came to his senses as he looked a horrified red head in the eyes. Draco was the first to react.

"Dear lord Weasly, not only are you a poor worthless bastard but a queer as well?" sneered Draco as he lifted himself off the floor and straightened his robes.

Ron stood in front of him shaking with fury, rage, frustration, lust.. Lust? Was that lust in Ron's eyes? Draco knew the look very well and Ron was imitating it perfectly. That sick prat.

Ron glared at Draco trying to make it effective, glares were never effective Draco was immune to them. With a blink of and eye Ron had mustered enough courage to spit on Draco's shoes and run off towards the little town of hogsmeade before Draco even had to time to react. At this point Draco was ready to kill the little bastard. whether he was gorgeous or not made no difference to him. The little prick had just spit on his favorite dragon hide shoes and he was going to have to pay dearly for that.

There was an awkward silence as a few of Draco friends shifted uncomfortably behind him waiting for their king to give them an explanation on what the fuck had just happened. Draco paid absolutely no attention to them as he glared at Ron's bony figure slithering in and out of the people in town trying desperately to find his way back to Hogwarts.

"What in the hell was that all about?" asked Blaise completely breaking the silence.

Draco didn't respond but he did turn his perfect blonde head to look his best friend in the eyes giving him a glare as if to openly challenge Draco's sexuality. Blaise looked at his friend with innocence waiting for Draco to say something.. Anything..

"You guys stay here I have some business to settle." Said Draco silkily and with a swoosh of his expensive black cloak he disappeared like a snake slithering into thick brush.