AN: Sorry this update was late, I had no idea what I was going to do with this chapter.So anyway, here is the Chapter, I hope everyone likes it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters unfortunately, I wish I did, but sadly I don't.
Draco hit the floor hard. He woke up immediately. 'What the hell? How the hell do I like a Gryffindor and not to mention, it's only a small amount of people it could be. I WANT TO KNOW! Stupid mind.' Draco tried to get off the floor, but got tangled in his covers and ended up becoming more frustrated. He couldn't get out of his sheets.
Draco looked up and saw Zabini looking down at him. "Do you need help?"
"No." He said quickly. Then tried getting out of the sheets again and became more tangled. Zabini bent down and grabbed a side of the sheet and pulled. Draco hit the floor uncovered. He glared up, but Zabini just shook his head and walked off. Draco got up. He looked over to his clock and saw he actually made it to 7 before waking up. He changed into his uniform and walked out of the dorm room.
'Okay, so let's think...out of the people I know from Gryffindor, there's Potter, Granger, Longbottom and the Weasley's. I don't really know the girl Weasley. I just know she's there. That's pretty much the same with the twins, and my stupid subconcious said it was someone I know well. That leaves Potter, Granger, Longbottom and Ron. Damn it there's only one girl in that pack and like hell I'm falling in love with a mudblood.' He walked into the Great Hall and saw The Trio sitting together and Longbottom close by. 'There's just no way it's any of them. Damn it.' He took his seat in between Crabbe and Goyle and noticed that Pansy was at the very end of the table. 'Thank you, I don't have to listen to her complain for the morning.'
After breakfast Malfoy headed to the Potion's room. Everyone finally filed into the room and the doors slammed shut. Malfoy looked over to where Potter and Granger were sitting and noticed that Weasley wasn't there yet. 'I look at them and nothing comes over me, where's Longbottom?' His eyes skimmed the room and spotted who he was looking for. 'Nothing, except shame. This is stupid, why am I even looking? They're Gryffindors.' Suddenly the doors swung open again. Ron came running through them. He's was breathing hard from running so much.
'Thankfully Snape's not here yet.' Ron thought to himself. 'The last thing I need is a third detention in a row with him.' Ron felt breathing behind him. He turned to see the greasy black hair and the dark eyes staring down at him.
"Take a seat Weasley, I will see you for detention again tonight. And 5 points will be taken from Gryffindor for tardiness." Ron mumbled under his breath but looked around for a seat. His normal seat had been taken by someone else, he looked around for an open seat and the only one open was next to Malfoy.
'Are you serious? There is no way that is the ONLY seat avaliable.' Ron continued to look around. "Weasley, sit now." Ron groaned and walked down the steps to the seat next to Malfoy. Malfoy had turned away after Snape came in, but the moment he heard a bag drop beside him his attention shot over to it.
"Weasel." Malfoy snapped.
"There's no where I else, if you want to find me a seat away from you fine, good luck trying to find one." Ron whispered.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Snape's lesson. When it came to making the potion of the day it required to make the potion with the person at your table, needless to say Draco and Ron weren't excited.
"Weasel get me the Powered Moonstone."
"It's right in front of you, get it yourself." Malfoy shot a evil glare at him and reached around the cauldron and picked up the tube of moonstone.
"Could you atleast get me the Syrup of hellebore?"
"Fine." Ron walked around the table and went to get the Syrup. As he passed by he heard an explosion from Seamus' table.
"Finnigan you stirred it to fast. Empty it out and start over." Ron thought he heard Snape say something else, but couldn't make it out. He grabbed the syrup and walked back to the table where Malfoy was stirring the moonstone in slowly.
"Pour in the amount we need in that cup there." Malfoy pointed to a small cup with markings on it. Ron poured in the amount. "Now pour it in slowly while I'm stirring." Ron moved over to the cauldron and poured in the syrup. It drained so slowly out of the cup, it seemed to Ron that none of it had hit the potion at all yet. Finally he heard something hit. Ron sighed.
'We're going to be here forever at this rate.' Ron moved his hand before it went to sleep from being in the same spot forever and accidentally hit Malfoy's hand. It sent chills up Malfoy's arm. Draco quickly looked up to see if Ron had seen anything and saw that he hadn't.
'What the hell was that? Why did I get chills just from him bumping into me?' Malfoy shook it off and continued stirring. Finally all of the syrup had fallen into the potion. Malfoy continued to stir slowly. Ron leaned against the table. "Don't just sit there Weasel, take notes." Draco snapped.
Ron mumbled something. "What was that Weasel?"
"Nothing." Ron groaned. He took out his notebook and quill and starting making notes. Fumes began coming from the cauldron and both Ron and Draco sighed softly. They looked over at each other. They knew the potion was Draught of Peace, but didn't know the fumes would make them peaceful.
"Alright everyone, that's enough. I will come around and see if you've even remotely done it right. So everyone take their seats and wait for me to get to your table." Snape began walking around. Ron heard him telling some of his fellow Gryffindors that it was the most putrid thing he'd ever seen.
Ron wondered what he'd say about their potion, considering it was him, however, he had Malfoy as a partner for the day. Snape continued to walk around everyone's tables and tell some of them it's was horrible and Slytherin's it was the best thing he'd ever seen. He came to their table and Ron looked up at Snape. He looked most displeased that Ron had done it right with Malfoy as his partner. Snape told them they passed an walked off.
Potions ended, which meant it was time for Divination for Ron and Harry.
"I'm so tired of seeing Snape in detention." Ron groaned up the stairs.
"Why were you late anyway?"
"Because Fred and George apparently thought it would be funny if they hid all of my things this morning. I finally found everything and had to take off running so fast." He opened the door to the Divination Tower.
After Divination Ron considered going to take a long soak in the prefect bathroom, but thought better not to, with the possibility of running into Malfoy as always. So he began walking around the castle. He walked around the 3rd floor and remember in his 1st year how it was off limits. 'There was good reason this stupid floor was off limits. I wonder whatever happened to Fluffy. I wonder if all of the obstacles are still down there.' He stopped at the door that once held Fluffy behind it. 'You know my curiousity isn't great enough to see if Fluffy is still behind there.' He walked further on.
Ron returned just in time to gather his stuff for his next class. Ron walked down the stairs looking at the ground, he didn't look up until he bumped into someone and was knocked backwards. "Watch were you going Weasel." He stared into the cold gray eyes of Malfoy. "Do you need glasses or something?" Ron rolled his eyes and picked up his things. He stood up at the same time Malfoy did. If they even moved a finger they would touch the other.
"Way too close to you." Ron took a step back and went to walk around Malfoy, when Draco stuck out his foot and tripped him. Ron hit the ground hard. "What the hell was that for?"
"You brushed against me in Potions, and I told you if you even brushed against me again, I was going to make you pay."
"Malfoy you are such a jerk." Ron got up and walked off without another word.
Draco walked up the stairs. 'God, I got chills again. He better not be the one, I'll kill him just for being in my dreams.' Draco continued walking and found his way into the library. He didn't have anything to do, for the longest time. He sat at a table and put his head down. He was so tired, he fell asleep almost immediately.
"My dear Draco, I wouldn't figure that you'd fall asleep in the library." Draco felt the hands return. Draco looked around the room. The pin that had the snake and the lion intertwined had become a poster on each wall. He looked down to see things were moving around on the floor. He bent down and picked up one of the creatures.
There staring at him in the eyes was a weasel with a crown on his head. He looked at the other ones and saw that it was a mix of weasels and ferrets. They looked so similar it was hard to tell which was which. "NO! I refuse to have Weasel King haunting my dreams." Draco turned and found that the figure that normally shrank into the shadows stayed where it stood.
There behind him stood Ron. "You know you never seem to protest when I'm kissing you or giving you massages, actually you moan for more."
"Don't say stuff like that. It's not true."
"Believe what you want, Draco, but you are the one that got chills everytime I bumped into you. You've become acustom to picking on me more and more, which means I have something that attracts you, however, I stand before you in your dreams, not so you can pick on me, but so I can make you finally see the truth."
"I don't like you."
"Really?" Ron cocked his eyebrow and moved closer. Draco dropped the weasel in his hands. Ron wrapped his hand around Draco's neck and pulled him closer. Their lips met with a burning sensation. The kiss deepened even further when Draco wrapped his arms around Ron's waist. When the kiss broke and Draco released a soft sigh against Ron's wet lips.
"And you still want to say that you don't like me?"
"I don't like you. I never said I didn't like what you do to me."
Ron slipped his other arm around Draco's waist and grabbed a chunk of Draco's hair and pulled Draco's head back. Draco gasped and Ron slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth. Moans escaped from Draco. Draco reached up and ran his hands through Ron's soft red hair. Ron slipped a hand under Draco's shirt and ran a finger up his back. Chills went up and down his spine. Draco pulled back and Ron let go.
"Why you?"
"Don't ask questions." Ron reached over and grabbed one of Draco's beltloops and pulled him close again. Draco went to push away again, but Ron placed kisses to his neck and Draco gave up all struggle. The kisses continued as Ron rubbed Draco's lower back. Moans escaped from Draco's mouth again. Draco's hands grasped Ron's hips and his head fell back.
"I doubt it's this good in real life."
"Well it is completely up to you to find out." Ron said against Draco's neck. The hairs stood on end again.
Draco felt someone shake him, he opened his eyes to find Madam Pince telling him he had to get to class now. Draco ran out of the library without a word.
AN: Draco finally found out...gasp. What will he ever do?