Draco-

He sat at the Slytherin table with his head rested on the ball of his fist. His eyes were frozen on the red head as he watched him laugh with the golden trio, pretending he didn't own the same dirty little secret Draco did. His silk woven eye brows were rested in an arch on his heaven drawn complexion. He wasn't going to let Ron be okay with his little secret, only the blonde was aloud to have those. Ron wasn't aloud to happy, to be okay with the way he was, he shouldn't have been smiling. He should have been looking at Draco, a want coating his thick sapphire eyes.

Ron was angry with Draco, and of course he knew why but its not like he was going to give in. He knew Ron was itching to forgive him, he could see the way his eyes shot to the side every time he passed in class, the way his lips curled slightly when they made eye contact. Draco couldn't let himself loose control of the weasel, he couldn't let Ron break free from the trap the blonde had created for him.

A smirk broke his trance like satire, a crack of blinding lighting across a coal night sky. He quickly grabbed a piece of toast and strode over to the Gyffindor table were Ron was already awaiting what was inevitable. The red head seemed to be choking on his words as Draco edged closer, his lips slightly cracked trying desperately to breath in an answer for Draco's presence as the "R" on his sweater rose and fell to the deep heavy motions of his air intake.

The Slytherin stopped in front of the table and flicked his eyebrows upward warningly. Ron swallowed hard a sneer replacing his look of enticement.

Draco smiled mockingly "Could I have a word weasel?" he asked after crossing his arms across his chest with an elegant swish.

"Shove off Malfoy," came Harry's from his left. Draco's head shot down towards the raven hared boy. His face contorted to a look of fierce dislike for the hero, his mouth paying host to a feeling of nausea as Harry wrinkled his nose triumphantly.

"Was I talking to you Pothead?" he hissed the sound of his voice alone was enough to make the glasses of pumpkin juice turn to ice. Harry opened his mouth, his emerald eyes shaken with arrogance, the sound that met Draco's ears wasn't that of the attention craving brat that his eyes were currently focused on.

"What is it?" asked Ron trying his best to sound distant. The sound of the red heads voice was heaven to the Slytherin's ears. The silky complexion of it wrapped itself around Draco's ear drum and slid into his my carelessly dancing around in the dark corners stirring an unnatural feeling. Bumps raised like tiny mountains on his skin. It had been almost a week since he had heard it, his paradise in musical notes.

"Not here Weasley, this needs to be discussed when your body guards aren't around..." stated Draco through a thick smirk, the smile coating his face like honey. Ron shifted uncomfortably his Adam's apple punching the bottom of his chin as he swallowed nervously.

"He's not going any were without us." Said Harry. Ron waved his hand impatiently at his friend his eyes still stuck to Draco's like magnets clinging together by a natural force. "No," said the Red head flatly to Harry "I'll be back in a second." He stated as he narrowed his eyes, cheaply imitating Draco's famous scowl.

Draco nodded curtly before swaggering the great oak door of the hall. His hips swayed mesmorizeingly and the blonde could feel Ron's pupils darting back and forth to the rhythm of his walking. He shoved the doors of the hall open with ease, striding into the grand hall with the red head closely behind him. He made his way up the stairs with his eye brows quirked and a thick sneer chiseled into the marble of his face.

He could only imagine Ron's facial expression as he led him around the dimly lit corridors of the stony Hogwarts castle. He could see the pursed pink lips, a pink that only rose petals could do justice. His brows furrowed almost drawing a line of fire across Weasley's forehead, his eyes darting from painting to painting as if he had not seem them before, as if he had not roamed the halls that Draco was leading him through. Confusion draping its soft expression over his milky skin like a satin sheet over china.

"Were are we going?" came his voice from behind Draco, a low humming of ocean waves in the blondes ears. Draco smiled to himself closing his eyes as his heels grappled at the shimmering marble floors. His smile faded to a smirk as his shot back open, his pupils dilated in mystery.

"You'll see," He grunted.

"Look," Began Ron jogging to catch up to Draco great strides his neck craned over his right shoulder "I agreed to talk to you, not go on a field trip." Stated Ron.

Draco stopped abruptly, his thick black cloak wrapping itself around his ankles as ripples of raven floated down his back due to the sudden stop of motion. Ron lurched forward, swinging his arms to hold himself up, keeping his face from connecting with the floor.

"Would you like to talk about it here then?" he asked loudly tilting his head to the side as if he were ready to pry the stubbornness from Ron. Several paintings shifted in their frames, getting comfortable, blatantly fixing to listen in on what was obviously a private conversation. Others proceeded to go about their usual routine though there eyes darted towards the two sneering young men.

Ron narrowed his eyes, not in distaste. thoughts raced behind sky blue eyes.

"Fine," he muttered defeatedly.

Draco continued walking some way down the halls, the occasional grunt or sigh of annoyance greeting his straining ears.

He finally approached the door of the abandoned classroom and held it open as he ushered Ron inside. He slammed it shut with one hand as he loosened his tie with the other hand. The Gryffidor crossed him arms over his chest.

"Well..?" asked Ron

"Well..?" replied Draco

"Look, I don't even need to be here right now.." said Ron lunging at the door, his autumn hair rustling at his sudden movement. Draco grabbed his hand, the feel of his skin rubbing against his making his body itch for more of the same sort of exposure.

"I know you cant walk out on me." Said Draco matter-o-factly as he threw Ron's hand down by his side and watched as it dangled there like a swinging vine.

"Oh really? What makes you think that?" asked Ron bitterly his face contorting with a mixture of emotions making his mood unreadable. "Because you cant," said Draco arrogantly, behind the arrogance a hint of plea beating at his vocal chords.

"Why wouldn't I Malfoy?" said Ron his tone of voice rising, swelling as the hurt rose like a flesh wound cutting deeper into his heart. "Why wouldn't I be able to walk out on a lying bastard like you?" He shouted the veins in his throat straining to support the tone of his voice, a map of blue agony etched on his neck.

"You're messing with my head Malfoy, this was purely for your benefit.. You didn't care about the damage they were causing me, that YOU were causing me. You had to hide behind me so you're father wouldn't find out about that excuse of a dark mark on you're arm.. But you didn't think about the things that I forgot.. that I would remember.. You didn't think that I would actually figure out what was going on. You didn't think that I would figure out your fuck of a father and his death eater friends put a curse on me while you sat back and laughed it up. He thought that I would never be able to remember conversations about him or the curse.. Well I did.. So tell me Draco, did he get the information he needed about your mark? Or did I do a good job at hiding it for you? You knew he was going to do this to someone, so you picked a person at random.. and it happened to be me." Screamed Ron edging closer to Draco as he poked himself in the chest, his face red as embers of a dying flame.

The back of Draco's throat tingled oddly, tiny needles poked and the edge of his jaw. Water leaked into his eyes, brimming on his lower lids and he forced himself to sneer at Ron with every last bit of pride he had. He didn't chose Ron at random.. He could never admit to himself why his did.

"You cant walk out.." said Draco, a rush of angry heat swarming his face at the cracking of his voice "Because the day I came to visit you in the hospital wing, the day I pretended not to care. You realized you wanted me to care, because you love me.." stated Draco gaining back his usual smug expression as tear drops threatened to spill over his lower lashes. "You actually LOVE me Weasel.." said Draco silkily.

Ron's lip twitched moving as if hit by a sudden seizure, hurt pulsing through his now cracked dry rose petals. His eye brows lowered in pain, as if raising them would cause his body to collapse. Water coated his endless ocean eyes, blurring there brilliant color.

"I chose the wrong person to love." Stated Ron, a tear escaping the strong hold of his eye lashes as it rolled like a boulder down a beautifully shaped mountain. Draco clenched his jaw together trying as hard as he could to force the water back into the back of his lids, he turned away from Ron tilting his head upward as if allowing the water to run back to were it had come from. He had never felt such misery, such regret for his actions, he had never even regret anything he had done before. He let out a defeated sob as a tear rolled down his own cheek.

"I know," He muttered looking down, a feeling of shame boiling in the pit of his stomach, emptiness replacing it as the shame evaporated. There was a moments silence in which he could feel the red heads stare pressing against him like thousands of angry hands. He clenched his eyes shut demanding himself to be cold again.

Ron's hands entangled its self in strands of Draco's silver silk hair. The red heads lips met his own, shocked at Ron's bravery the blonde gave into kiss his tears dripping endlessly from his gray spun eyes. There skin pressed together as soft lips danced hungrily, the salt of the rain made by there eyes were being stirred together, ice and fire becoming one.

There teeth clicked angrily and one another and Ron pressed himself against Draco, having him pinned against the wall. He could feels Ron's desperate touch and realized how much he missed it. How he missed the sweet tasting tongue that twirled in his mouth, begging and pleading for contact with the blondes. Sweat, tears, and spit coated Draco's face as his breathing became ragged with want.

He pulled away from Draco vigorously and turned his back to the blonde with astonishing speed. He looked at the back of Ron's neck drawing back a memory of the many times in potions in which he had stared at the red heads moonlit skin. The freckles were still as he remembered them, placed exactly as the map that was engraved in his mind. Tiny golden hairs still strayed far from the end on his hair line, a ginger curl resting at the nape of his neck.

Ron had his hands placed delicately over his face, hiding his shame, his lust, his hurt. Draco felt another twinge of regret, he hated the feeling. Heat rose to his face once again as the anger tingled in his body like a match being held to his feet. A surge of rage caused by his own weakness caused his to slammed his balled fist against the stone wall with all the force he could muster.

"Arrg!" he yelled as his fist connected with the cool, rough stone. Liquid broke free from the scaly skin that covered his hands and ran down his wrist like a flaming waterfall. He watched the teardrop of red slither down his arm and he slid down the wall in defeat. He crouched on the floor. His hands in his hair as the blood stain its brilliant silver color.

"Ron," he whispered "I need you," he began, his voice cracking, a desert floor deprived of yearly rain "...To touch me." He finished tears leaking once again from his eyes as they shot up towards his human September, his human flame.

He turned slowly, the red veins in his eyes clearly visible and a shimmer drawn on the skin around his lashes. He walked towards Draco, each step pounding at his heart, making it ache for him to be closer, faster. He knelt down next to him placing his hand on the Slytherin's cheek.

Draco stifled a sob and swallowed hard before Ron pulled the blonde on top of him.

Ron's body was a walking heaven, Draco had never truly seen the beauty of Ron's nakedness until he finally wedged himself carefully inside his guilty pleasure. Ron ground against Draco his breathing random and careless. The blonde gently rocked, trying his best not to break his precious flame as he kissed his back softly moving to his neck which left a taste of iron lingering on his cautious lips.

It was not like Draco to care, to want nothing more than to please the other person he was creating sparks with. Was this more than Sex? Was this... love? A sensation flowed through Draco's body, his blood laced with ecstasy as a deep growl escaped through the parting of his lips. His toes dug at the ground, his eyes shot towards the ceiling as he clenched his jaw together hearing Ron moan underneath him.

His knees gave way and he landed on the floor next to the red head with a soft 'thud', his sweat glistening chest rising and falling with his deep breathing. Ron had collapsed along with Draco and stared at him with an expression Draco had never seen before. Draco smiled, a genuine smile. Not a smirk, not a sarcastic smile, but a smile. His lips curved in a heart shape revealing his sheet white teeth.

Ron quickly placed his hand over his lower region trying desperately to cover his surprisingly sized assets, his face matching the crimson of his hair. Draco flicked his hand away.

"Don't," he muttered scanning his body so he could memorize the spots he had missed before, the freckles he hadn't counted previously. "I want to look at you," he said softly resting his head on his hand, his arm curved in a right angle as he lay on his side.

Ron's eyes had a hint of innocence to them, shining deep within the thunderstorm that swirled around his pupils. His top eyelashes met with the lower, dusting the anger to reveal the pure innocence that Draco had noticed before.

"You know what I want?" asked Ron, his voice slightly scratchy despite the fact he had cleared his throat. He didn't bother to wait for Draco to respond "I want a white house, at the edge of the lake.. So when I look out the window after dinner I can see the sunset twice. The sun setting over the mountain, and the sun mirrored in the lake.." said Ron distantly as if trying to paint the picture for Draco using only his words.

"Why are you telling me this?" asked Draco feeling as if he had done nothing to earn such a heart filled comment.

"Because I want you to listen.." said Ron.