A/N: Hi guys! I got a lot of reviews saying you are confused, if you're confused then you're right. If you're not confused then you should be. Oh come on people, a little mystery is good for the brain. You're gonna have to wait to find out too... why? Because I'm just evil.

Draco's pov took place before ron's. Just so your not confused.

Ron-

Ron sighed as he grinned sheepishly at the piece of parchment in front of him littered with words. He had finally finished his ridiculously grueling essay for Snape and happily rolled the piece of crinkling parchment into a cylinder shape before laying it on the table and clearing the sleek oak counter top of his quills and ink bottles.

He strode lazily over to a deep red velvet chair and threw his body carelessly onto it with an accomplished smile on his face. Harry, who had been spralled out on the couch reading The Daily Prophet, turned his attention to the grinning red head.

"What are you smirking at Ron?" he asked as if already knowing the answer, his jet black hair hanging loosely above his eyebrows.

"I just finished Snape's essay." Stated Ron reaching his long arms up to the ceiling as he stretched his tall, lanky form. "Oh," Said Harry, his sparkling eyes looking down almost ashamed. "I should probably get started on that." Stated the bi-spectacled wizard as he licked his thumb and turned the page of the gray news paper.

"Anything interesting?" asked Ron, his arms dangling over the red handles of the comfortable seat. "Yeah," began Harry casually thumbing back to the front page and scanning it with a blank look on his rectangular face. "They caught Malfoy's dad and threw him in Azkaban, they said he was muttering something about the dark lord having his ways. Seems like he likes to state the obvious." Said Harry rolling his glossy eyes before flipping back to the spot he was before.

"He was probably just babbling on." Said Ron, a light red staining his cheeks at the thought of the blonde. Why was he feeling guilty? It's not as if he was dating a death eater Draco was a death eaters SON, and its not as if they were even dating, they had just snogged.

"You think Draco is involved in this mess?" blurted Ron, embarrassment seeping through his calm composure. "I wouldn't doubt it." Said Harry pausing to lay his news paper on the floor next to the velvet couch "Seeing as his father is a death eater." Finished Harry as he shrugged his bony shoulders.

Drat, he had to remind Ron of that.

"True." Said Ron trying his best not to seem obvious. About what though? He wasn't dating the blonde. He didn't even like him all that much... Oh hell who was he fooling? Draco was bloody gorgeous. But he would never admit that to anyone.

There was a moment of comfortable silence in which the two boys stared at the cozy fire that warmed the common room.

"They say the war is starting... but this time they mean it, Dumbledore's got me training with Lupin." Said Harry in a trance like state. He sounded like a robot programmed to babble on about the same things. His eyes were expressionless, he showed no emotion.

"Lupins back?" asked Ron as he straightened himself in his chair, interested in what Harry had to say.

"No, he's just training me." Said Harry monotonously as he stared blankly at the spot near the left side of his big toe.

"What you're not scared? You're taking on the most feared wizard known to man and you're not scared?" asked Ron as he leaned forward in his seat, a small smile of disbelief shaping his pink lips.

"It's not like I have a choice Ron, I would have to do it even if I was to scared to crawl out of bed." Said Harry, his eyes connecting with Ron's for the first time. In those eyes, behind all the pride and dignity Ron could see a hint of fear, a fear he knew was boiling inside of Harry. A fear that lurked in his mind, driving him crazy.

"If you ever really were afraid," began Ron with uncertainty "and couldn't take him on alone, I'll go with. You know I will." Said Ron with loyalty as he picked awkwardly at his dirty finger nails. There was one thing Ron had noticed about Draco, he was an extremely clean young man. There was not a fleck of dirt hiding under his glimmering finger nails... Why was he thinking about that twat?

"I know you would come, I wouldn't let you though. I don't want you to get hurt, I've jeopardized your life one to many times." Stated Harry firmly before heaving himself off the couch and starting slowly over the spiraling stair case that led to the boys dormitory.

"You coming Ron?" he asked before disappearing into the darkness.

"Yeah" whispered Ron feeling helpless as he lifted himself off the seat and shuffled slowly after Harry. Ron climbed the stair case, his aching legs hassling him every after step he took. He reached the dormitory to find Harry passed out on his bed, fully clothed. He chuckled to himself before unbuttoning his starch white shirt and unzipping his navy blue pants.

He climbed into bed. Random thoughts floated through his head, starting with the war and ending with Draco. Why was the little twit always on his mind? He thought of the blondes musky sent, his toes tingled with delight. A shock wave ran through his body, he shivered sensually welcoming all thoughts of that certain Slytherin.

A movie started playing his head, black and white as night and day. A mans hands entwining themselves waiting so impatiently for what seemed like would never come. A flame growing from a single tear drop to a mountain of pale heat. Small strands of smoke forming illegible words in the sky and then disappearing leaving gray fog behind. A familiar hand laying helpless in a puddle of dry ash.

Then the movie stopped leaving Ron feeling disgusted and empty, like a freak before his debut. He sat up in his bed a thin layer of sweat covering his chest and face, his breathing increased. Why did he keep seeing these things? Was he going mental? Did he need to be admitted to Saint Mungos?

Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him thought Ron and he laid his damp cheek on his burgundy pillow. Maybe the lack of sleep was catching up to him. He assured himself silently that he was just tired before dozing off. His dreams were filled with the perfectly arched eyebrows and slick blonde hair of that certain someone and come morning Ron found he would be sweating for an entirely different reason.

Draco-

A fucking perfect Friday evening and he was wasting it inside with a bunch of drunken baboons thought Draco to himself as he clutched the half empty cup of fire whiskey, so he was on the pessimistic side... Who could blame him? Draco glared around the room watching as the predictable events played before him like a bad movie. A REALLY bad one.. Draco scoffed rolling his eyes annoyed with the sudden uproar as he took another swig of his whiskey, the liquid slid down his throat warming every inch it touched.

He felt some one plop down next to him but didn't bother to turn his head to acknowledge them. It was when the familiar drunk babble of Blaise reached his ears did he turn his head gracefully to look his best friend in the eyes a disgusted look taking shape on his perfectly symmetrical face.

"Draco," hiccuped Blaise with a delighted smile "I heard the Gryfendorks are having a get together down by the lake tonight." Finished Blaise, his head bobbing dangerously from side to side. The blonde smirked as he rose to his feet and set of towards the exit of the dormitory.

"Draco! Were the f-fuck do you tink your going?" yelled Blaise, tiny droplets of spit soaring through the thick air of the common room.

"To get another drink." Said Draco heading in the complete opposite direction of the bar. "Oh, all right. I'll just wait right here" said Blaise waving idiotically.

The quit murmur of the students surrounded Draco as the ducked behind a thick bush watching his rival house sip their drinks and chat around the gigantic bonfire, warming their hands occasionally from the heat of the mountainous flame. What a bunch of pansy's..

Draco spotted Ron to right of the bonfire on his way to grab a few more drinks for himself and the almighty Pothead no doubt. He slipped out from behind his bush undetected and gracefully at that and swaggered over to the red head with his eye brow cocked and his cloak billowing dramatically behind him.

The blonde clapped his hand over the red heads mouth and jerked him further to the right and into a shadow of trees. Ron struggled under Draco's grip, squirming and jolting under his tight hold. It excited Draco, made him feel in control and powerful. He let go of Ron's mouth and watched as he gasped for air.

"Hello shithead" said Draco casually as if discussing weather.

"Malfoy what the hell are you doing?" asked Ron his cheeks flushed and pale like a white flame.

"Having a tea party you dumb twat, what do you think I'm doing?" spat Draco sarcastically watching as Ron opened his mouth to say something all the while inching himself closer to the red head.

"Don't talk. I like it better. It's quieter and you don't make yourself sound like the idiot you are." Said Draco after shooting Ron one of his famous glares.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Ron as his glittering eyes narrowed to tiny slits .

"Tsk, Tsk Weasley you should have listened to me now you've just gone and proven my point." Said Draco now dangerously close to Ron. The read head smelt like smoke, sweet and heavy like incense, his sent weighed Draco's nostrils down and climbed into his throat stinging it joyfully.

His lips were inches from Ron's, his rattling breath beating against Ron's chapped lips. The red heads eye lids fell over his deep blue eyes as inched himself closer to Draco, his impatience seeping through his rhythmic breath. The blonde's head swerved and found Ron's ear.

"Patience is a virtue. Maybe tomorrow Weasley." He whispered devilishly before licking the curve of Ron's ear and casually striding towards Hagrid's hut, leaving Ron behind him lusting after Draco's pale skin.

Ahhh how he loved to fuck with the little weasels head.

"I had to finish that essay for Snapes class anyway! I was just about to go in!" yelled Ron defensively from behind Draco. His feet crunching away at the fallen autumn leaves, leaving Draco with nothing but the sound of his own breathing and his own lust... a lust for heat.

He held the match to the parchment and watched as a white flame ribboned the darkness. His eyes grew into large ovals of delight as a soft heat tickled his face, he tossed the fire covered parchment into a small and hole and watched as the sides of the paper folded into each other under the influence of unpredictable flame. The fire's prism colors emerged twisting and bending the night into day. The smoke slithered up from the ash of the parchment dancing and spinning to the beat of the chilly evening wind. The flame slowly shrunk weary from trying to break free of the paper's ash. Draco watched as the fire died, like a flash of blinding light in dark cave and it was gone. All the thoughts that had been bothering him disappeared after the flame died. Like the hole were his heart should be was filled. He knew it wouldn't last long.

He sighed before turning his heel and striding back to his dormitory. He smirked to himself thinking of the weasel as golden leaves fell apart under his leather shoes. The little prick probably didn't even realize he had slipped a note into his pocket. He would make sure he knew it was there... That he would.

A/N: Thank you guys so much more all the reviews for my last chapter.. seriously it made my day I've never gotten that many reviews just for one chappie! I LOVE YOU ALL keep them coming! Oh and do you guys like longer chapter's with detail or short sweet and to the point?

I don't know if you noticed but Draco's POV took place before Ron's... Now your probably like.. What the fuck Karina? Just put Draco's first... Remember the term 'save the best for last'? ... thought so...