Chapter 6

It was just about midnight as Draco made his way to the dungeons and to Blaise's door. Checking his watch one more time and gently pressing his ear to the door, he knew this would be a night that Ron Weasley would never forget. As the moaning began getting louder and louder, Draco knew it was time for his entrance.

Upon hearing the door creak open, Draco heard who had to be Ron mumble, "Oh shit!" which prompted Draco to start in, "Well, well, well...what do we have here?" pulling back the covers on Blaise's bed.

"Look, Malfoy," Ron immediately pleaded, "this was the first time I've ever done anything like this - I was just..." he trailed off and before he could think of an excuse, Draco finished his thought for him.

"I was just really drunk and blah blah blah," Draco mocked.

"Please don't tell anyone, this could ruin my career."

"Your Quiddich career?" Draco moved closer repulsed by the statement. "Ron what about your family? I mean, can you imagine the humiliation your fathers going to feel when he finds out his pride and joy is a fudge packer?"

"Hey, Malfoy," Blaise interrupted clearly to defend Ron, "watch your mouth, he's not a fudge packer...cum chugger...yes, but definitely not a fudge packer!"

"Look, okay, I'm begging you," Ron said trying to control the situation, "I'll do anything, let's just forget about this whole thing, okay?"

"Hmm, no...can't help you there," Draco drawled, "after all it's you who's bad mouthing me to Hermione Granger."

"Hermione? I don't know what you're talking about"

"Come on!" Draco shouted back, "Ron, you and Harry are the only ones who know her the best, but let's face it, for the past couple of years she's been closer to you that to Harry. You owl'd her consistently all summer from the conference. The truth will save you!"

"Look, I swear to you - I never said a word about you in any letters - I promise, there were so many other things to talk about. Besides, why would we talk about you...we've always done our best to avoid you, your so called friends and family, and everything you stand for and that includes speaking of you in any letter!"

Pondering what was said by all for a moment, Blaise interjected, "Come to think of it Malfoy," he giggled, "he's probably telling you the truth - why would he spend his time writing to Hermione about you? - I mean the man can barely write out a potions essay, let alone a letter...What was I thinking?"

Draco had enough. "All right," he sighed, "I believe you, your secret's safe with me. Hmmm, however this whole incident is kinda turning me on...get my point? Come on let's go baby," Draco smirked as he moved closer to the bed and Ron realized what he now had to do. "That's it...you have such pretty lips...be gently now..."

As Ron made a move to Malfoy's belt, Draco couldn't help himself but to laugh out loud, " Hah, for Merlin's sake, I was just kidding!" And Blaise couldn't help but to giggle a bit at his lovers expense.

"My Merlin, haven't you had enough for one night? You gluten!"

"Oh, now," Blaise said, "our boy can't get enough dick."

"You son's of bitches," Ron replied almost murderously.

"Actually, I spoke to soon. There is something you can do for me Weasley." said Draco ignoring Ron's last comment and proceeded to inform Ron of his part in this game.