Disclaimer: For a split second, J.K. Rowling handed me the rights to Harry Potter, then snatched it back just when my fingertips grazed the contract. She then proceeded to taunt me playfully. It stung. Then I woke up. See, I can't even gain those rights in my dreams...

Author's Note: Very last chapter of this fic. Expect some fan service, random smut, heh heh... oh, and one thing; in Ron's POV, I'm backtracking to a moment before Draco comes along.

Malfoy and Me
Malfoy's Revenge

(Ron's POV)

There was a specific reason why I decided not to go to Hogsmeade that particular day. While everyone was out and about, I had to destroy any evidence of that foul story's existence. The easiest way to dispose of it was incineration by fire. The whole notebook would have to go.

I rummaged through my bag and located it, grimacing. I toss it into the fire. It burns and becomes nothing but ash. I forget about it and pretend nothing ever happened. At least, that was the plan.

I was just about to exit my room to carry on the task when I heard a loud knock at the door. My hand was practically on the knob, so I jumped up, startled. It couldn't be Harry or Hermione; they'd left for Hogsmeade already. That went for every sibling I had who attended this school. So who would be searching for me?

Very cautiously, I twisted the doorknob and pulled it slowly open, only enough to see whom it was.

Draco Malfoy.

"I've come for my revenge," he said.

Oh my God. Oh my God! I was trapped and totally alone. In my blind instinct, I shot in a wild direction and hoped he would simply leave me alone. It was futile; there was no escape.

He approached me, too casually for my comfort. I drew myself into a fetal position by the corner and began praying to a higher power. Oh Holy Dumbledore...

"Get up Weasley," Malfoy instructed me.

"No," I whimpered, shielding my face from any attack.

He grabbed me by the collar and seated me on my bed. Then, to my surprise, he stood back and scrutinized me. I sat upright, frozen in terror.

"What do you want?" I asked him finally with every hint of hesitation.

Malfoy ceased the tapping of his finger on his chin to answer. "I told you, revenge." His eyes danced over to the notebook, which I had thrown onto the bed in haste when I heard the knocking at the door. He chuckled, almost to himself. "What were you doing just now? Masturbating?"

My face contorted in disgust. "Ew. No."

"Sure." His annoyingly smug grin remained on his face. Yes, annoying, but a little hot, even I'd admit. I swallowed the trepidation that lodged itself in my throat.

"Anyway," he continued. "I know what you want, and I'm here to give it to you."

I blanched. "W-what?"

"You heard me." Malfoy slipped off his robe and began to unbuckle his belt.

For a moment I watched this without realizing I was. "Wait a minute, what do you mean, 'you know what I want'?"

"Oh Weasley, don't get shy now," he whipped the belt right out of the loops on his trousers and flung it unperturbedly at the adjacent wall. "You want a bang. What's more important is that you want a bang with me. I'm right, aren't I?"

"No," I said, only half-truthfully.

"Oh please," he stopped making a show of undressing himself (much to my chagrin) to pick up the notebook and balance it on the palm of his hand. "All the ladies want to fuck me, obviously. And by the looks of this," he gestured at the book. "You want to as well. You're not a lady. Well, not exactly, anyway. But who knows? That could be even better."

A prickling doubt formed at the back of my neck. Malfoy couldn't be for real. This was a joke, wasn't it? That would be so like him.

"Whatever. You can stay here, take off your clothing and play with yourself. I don't really care." I snatched the book out of his hands and proceeded out the door to do what I had initially decided for the fate of that particular item.

I had barely opened a crack large enough to slip through when Malfoy jumped up and pinned me against the door, shutting it in the process. "You're not going anywhere, Ron."

I didn't know why the sound of Malfoy saying my first name gave me a strange feeling around my torso, but it did. With every ounce of strength and self-respect that remained, I tried to blink it all away.

"See? I know you want me," Malfoy whispered, leaning closer to me.

I blinked furiously.

The whole incident seemed to happen so quickly. With his hands firmly gripping my arms to prevent mobility, Malfoy began groping hungrily at my lips with his own. At first, I resisted. What would Harry and Hermione think of this if they knew?

But there was no sense of fighting. Malfoy was stronger than me. Not only that, but he had me captured and completely vulnerable to him. Worst of all...

I wanted this so bad.

(Draco's POV)

Wow, this was definitely something I had never experienced before. Me, snogging a bloke. I would admit though, it wasn't half bad. And if Weasley's moaning was any indication, he was thoroughly enjoying this as well. But I couldn't allow myself to lose sight of my mission, and that was of vengeance.

We finally drew apart, panting and gasping for breath. His green eyes stared deep into mine, round with anxious excitement. I inadvertently allowed a flinch to escape my body.

My proposition was to arouse him to a certain point, then step back, wait for him to beg, and deny him of what he so lusted and desired for at the moment. Let him suffer; let him feel the burning humiliation of rejection. There was no sweeter retribution.

I stood there for a split second, praising my brilliant plan to myself long enough to not notice my pants sliding down to my ankles. Caught off-guard, I stumbled back and hit my head on his bedpost. For a moment, I lost my senses. When I came to, there was a wonderful sensation between my legs.

Weasley was crouched down on the floor, his mouth enclosed over my cock. He was performing rather advanced movements with his tongue on the most sensitive part of my body. I needed him to stop. I wasn't allowed this to pleasure me. But, dear God, it did.

So he had won. I had lost. This time, however, I didn't mind. How could defeat feel so good? Certainly conquered figures of power never negotiated quite like this.

He was being selfish. Typical Weasley, trying to be the one to administer the favour so you would be in his debt later. Well, I wasn't going to allow that. When he had finished delivering a very adequate blowjob, I forced him onto bed and tore off his trousers. It came naturally to both of us. Before I knew it, our hips were conjoined and we began rocking harder than the Weird Sisters.

At last, we broke apart in exhaustion. Beads of working sweat irritated my brow, but I made no attempt to wipe them. He rested beside me, breathing heavily.

"Wow, that was something," Weasley said after he had caught most of his breath back.

"Talk about stating the obvious, Weasley," I grumbled, my arms crossed standoffishly. I wasn't going to allow him to penetrate me... er, again.

He turned quite daringly to face me. "What are you so cranky about? Usually people are happy after getting laid, including the evil kind."

Was that supposed to be an insult? Was I supposed to be offended by being labeled 'evil'? It didn't sound it, but this was the half-wit Ron Weasley talking. His ambiguous (and hideously written) language always meant something vulgar. But at that moment, I felt the need to be courteous, as to feign an attack of dignity to please him. "Shut up. You started it, with your stupid, sick little story. This is all your fault, you know."

"My fault?" Weasley's lips curled up into a devilish grin that sent an uneasy chill up and down my spine. "Don't you mean my credit? You should be thanking me. And you deserve some of the tribute as well; you were the one who came on to me."

His false sense of confidence was irritating. "As if," was all I could counter with.

Then I remembered the kiss. It was, without a doubt, the best snog I had ever had in my short existence. I contemplated telling him the real reason why presented it onto him, but somehow I didn't have the heart to. That, and I had my own reasons, mainly to safeguard the opportunity for some more action. To be frank, I'd probably do Crabbe or Goyle if they were willing to put out, though I somehow doubted they would be any good. At least with Weasley, I would be able to keep my integrity in tact. Sort of.

All the things my parents had taught me about the Weasleys throughout my life came rushing back into focus. I was always told never to associate myself with them. They were the absolute opposite of our household; poor and filthy, not worthy of our time.

But this Weasley, shamefully, I wanted for myself. More now than ever, as long as that little service he had just performed wasn't purely a one-time fluke.

We just laid on his bed, sprawled out, our heads still ringing from the initial shock and the hardest bang known to wizard-kind. The long silence was finally broken when Weasley retrieved his trousers, tugged them back on and went for the door.

"Where are you going?" I called after him. The fact that I had done so surprised us both. But I didn't want him to leave me.

"I just need some water, after, you know, that," he assured me. He paused and let his hand rest on the knob. "You want me to get you some?"

"Nah," was my instinctive response.

But I considered his offer a little further.

"Could you get me some fruit?"

The End

Author's Note: I didn't really write smut, exactly... I just wanted to give you the general idea without having to be too graphic (even though it was too graphic for my taste either way). I hope that was okay. If you are a fan of smut, then... I apologize for not having enough courage (nervous giggle). Hopefully the ending wasn't too out of character or abrupt (I always have problems with endings). I know it was predictable, but we all want a happy ending, don't we?

I've already begun writing out a sequel to this fic (if this story merits a sequel), where Ron and Draco dash around, enjoying a discreet relationship (of course, things don't go exactly to plan). I'm not sure whether I'll post it up, because, well... it's not that good. As for now, I wouldn't mind some reviews, if you would be so kind.