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Story Talk: For those of you that have already read this and didn't like the ending. I ask that you read it again. As well as the note at the very end.

Authoress Ramble: yay we are getting a thunder storm. Weeeeee.

Chapter 6

I decided that day that Harry could never know how I felt. I also convinced myself that it didn't mean anything. I tried to tell myself I was thinking of Pansy. That thought was gone when I remembered I broke up with her after the encounter. I just wanted to believe that I thought I was thinking of anyone else. Even though I knew I wasn't. I actually had myself thoroughly convinced . . . until I saw him the next year. That brought up a few things. One in a more physical sense.

FLASHBACK.

I had myself convinced. I didn't want him, didn't need him. Then I saw him, His bright green eyes, his messy black hair, the muscles in his arms causing his too tight shirt to strain as he lifted his truck off the cart.

Oh gods, just the thought of him hardened me. I thought of him as I pumped myself. Pretending it was his hand that was creating this pleasure. Pretending it was his hand that created the heat. Pretending it was his ears that were hearing me calling his name. I released into the toilet. Cleaning up quickly I stepped out of the stall only to find myself standing in front of a wide eyed Ron Weasley.

"Weasel." All I had to do was pretend that nothing happened. He'd fall for it . . . right?

"So Malfoy what does your father think about your new infatuation?"

"What are you talking about Weasley?" I said calmly as I rubbed soap over my hands.

"Don't pretend that I didn't hear you, I did. And it was disgusting. Who would guess, a Malfoy one of those unnatural freaks. Fag."

"Weasel if you don't want your head ripped off I'd . . ." I said walking toward him.

"No Malfoy you listen to me." Ron grabbed me by the throat and slammed me into the wall. "Stay the fuck away from Harry. I won't tell him and you won't either. You better not come within ten feet of him. If you do then the whole school will know about you preference. But know one will know about Harry. Maybe I will accidently say Goyle or better yet, Filch. Do you understand?" I nodded because I couldn't speak.

For once in my life I was afraid of Weasley. I was completely defenseless at the moment. The loss of air had caused my vision to blur. My hands dropped from where they had been holding Weasley's wrist to hang limply by my sides. I had lost the strength to fight a while ago, but now I couldn't even hold on. My head lolled to the side. I felt like I was about to pass out. Suddenly his hand was gone and I was sprawled on the floor gasping for air.

"And keep away from me and Mione too." He said adding a kick for emphasis. "And next time I won't let go." Then my vision went black.

THIRD PERSON

Ron walked back to his compartment with more confidence tan he had ever had before. He scared Malfoy. Ron had seen the look of terror on his face, seen the fear in his eyes. Malfoy wouldn't come near any of them. Ron had done something Harry couldn't do and he felt like he was floating on cloud nine.

When Ron arrived at the compartment it was empty. Hermione and Harry were both at the prefect meeting. Hermione would be back soon. Harry wouldn't. This was the perfect opportunity. Ron liked Hermione, but not half as much as she liked him. Ron over heard her telling Ginny she'd do anything for him. Which was great for Ron, because he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to do something else that Harry hadn't.

As soon as the doors opened Ron stood up. He wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and pulled her into a bruising kiss. He forced his tongue into her mouth, but she didn't mind. Ron finally pulled away breathless. He turned around and locked the door then turned back to Hermione. Her eyes were shining with happiness.

"I love you Ron." She said. Ron answered by pulling her into another kiss. Hermione raise her hand to his face only to have it removed . Ron took her hand and lowered it. He placed her hand over the small bulge in his pants and made her rub himself. She pulled away.

"Ron . . ."

"Shut-up." Ron said pulling her lips back to his. He resumed what he was doing, but Hermione pulled back again.

"But . . ."

"Do you want me to leave you?"

"No, but . . ."

"But nothing. If I have to keep helping you I will go find someone else who knows what they are doing."

"I don't . . ."

"Fine. I thought you loved me. I guess not." With that Ron turned to walk away.

"No wait. I . . . I'll do it."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. If you don't love me I will understand." Hermione answer by reluctantly placing her hand on the bulge in his pants. She began to rub him. However it wasn't good enough for Ron. He slapped Hermione. "Faster. What do you think you are doing." Hermione just nodded and moved her hand faster.

Ron grabbed the back of her neck roughly and pulled her to his lips. With his other hand her grabbed hers with a bruising force and helped her move faster. Once she was keeping up Ron removed his hand and began to unbutton her pants. He let his pants fall and then placed Hermione's hand on his bare skin.

Hermione pulled back from the kiss they were still sharing.

"What are . . ." She started.

"I thought I told you to shut-up." Ron said harshly, he pulled her back to his mouth. When she didn't respond he roughly pushed her to the ground. Ron knelt down and slapped her. "When I kiss you you fucking kiss me back. Understand?"

Hermione just nodded trying to stop her tears. Ron stood back up when Hermione tried to get back up he pushed her back down. Then he guided her tear streaked face to his cock. Hermione cried as she sucked on the man that she thought she loved.

PRESENT TIME

That day Hermione not only lost her virginity, but she lost herself. Ron controlled her from then on and she let him do it.

DRACO POV

I sank down onto the bathroom floor and buried my face in my hands. It had been easy to stay away from Harry and his friends. I didn't want to have any excuse to go near him. Later it became harder. I wanted to be near him to get to know him. Although I probably knew him better than anyone else. I knew that when he was nervous he bit his lower lip. When he was angry and trying to hide it his lips would twitch when he smiled. The same thing happened when he was sad. Except there was a dullness to his eyes instead of the burning fire. Also when he was mad he couldn't sit still. When he was happy he would swing his right leg. If he was standing his left hand would fidget like mad. He was so cute.

His backpack was a muggle styled duffle bag and he would always carry it over his left shoulder. Unless he was running. In that case he would have it strapped across his chest his chest with the bag sitting on his ass. Gods I loved that ass.

My thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door opened. I found myself looking at an obviously nervous Harry Potter.

"Why do you care?" I was surprised by his question. It wasn't what I had expected.

"What?" I asked, just because I didn't have an answer. I needed as much time as I could get.

"Why do you care? Why have you been nice to me since fifth year? Why don't you hate me for what happened at that party?" I kinda really regretted asking what. "What happened to make you change?" His voice was softer and less rushed with the last question.

I considered all of his questions. There was one answer to all of them.

"Because, you seduced me." I watched his reaction.

He stopped biting his lip. I looked down to see his left hand was moving, not doing anything. Just moving, fidgeting. Just like when he was happy. I grabbed his fidgeting hand and pulled him toward me. I placed a soft kiss on his lips then pulled away searching his eyes. Suddenly he reached out grabbing the back of my head and pulling me back to himself. Our lips met in what should have been a searing kiss. Our lips worked against each other, but there was no passion, no lust, no everything that I thought I felt that night.

Both of us pulled away. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing. And I knew that my eyes showed the exact same. The silence between us grew until finally Harry broke it.

"You know that . . . er . . .wasn't as great as I remember."

"You feel that way too?"

"Yeah." The silence grew once again. "Right so I am going to go."

"Yeah see ya." As I watched Harry walk out the door I found myself wondering if Seamus Finnigan was single

THE END

Leo Note:For those of you that don't like it here's what I have to say. Not every person you date you spend the rest of your life with, but those people are still important. Almost as important as those that you do end up with. So while they weren't together they will still play a role in each others lives. Because now both will see that they need to focus on the reality of things and not let images and false memories rule their lives.

This wasn't meant to be a Harry Draco fairy tale. It was meant to portray a part of life through these characters. Which is exactly what I did.

So if you still think that the ending was wrong then I am sorry. But I am not changing it. It would be like changing the ending of the tortoise and the hare and having the hare win. The whole point of the story the moral would be lost completely.

My moral is: Live in reality not in the images and fairy tales you create for yourself.