There were days that just weren't worth the trouble of rolling out of bed and making the effort to remove the tangles in one's hair. Life was fartoo annoying for words sometimes. These were Ron's thoughts as he stared at the sky from his spot beside the lake. Well... they hinted as to the basic gist of them at least, as the youngest Weasley son's thoughts contained frequent and messycurses on the head of a certain Malfoy spawn and the extremely liberal use of very nearly every profanity known to the English language. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what set him off. And needless to say, the easily scandalized mind reading first years that fainted at Ron's thoughts after coming out of the closet to Draco were out cold again and puzzling the professors currently near by.

It had been a week since that incident, and Draco insisted upon smirking every single time he spotted Ron. Which was only one of the reasons for the rage. Then there was Hermione, who was hinting he needed to find himselfa girlfriend or something. Harry hinted at being of the same mind, subtly saying maybe it would help him loosen up. There were times he wondered if either was actually as clever as they were made out to be. Since when did he look at girls to do anything besides admire the gluteous maximus? Which, when one thought about it, didn't even count as really looking at them considering his orientation.

Bah to friends and enemies alike.

Speak of the devil, there was Draco, striding towards him with that lazy, confident walk Ron had noted when the silver-haired Slytherin walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. And, wonder of wonders, he was alone for the second time (by Ron's count) in his entire Hogwarts life. He'd have to mark this on his 'Calendar of Weird Rubbish' when he got back to his dorm. But for now, he contented himself with glaring venomously at the Malfoy as he plopped himself down beside Ron as if he belonged there. Which, unknown to Ron, Draco believed very firmly he did.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron spat the name, still glaring.

Draco simply rolled his eyes, scratching his head. "Oh shove it Weasley. I need to talk to you."

That statement, of course, caused massive confusion for the redhead. Malfoy? Talk?To him? By Merlin's beard, that weird rubbish calendar would have a very fulfilling time being updated tonight. Draco shook his head at Ron's 'Holy-freaking-crap-someone-call-Dumbledore-the-world's-ending' expression, waving a hand in front of the other teen's face. Which immediately drew the reaction of Ron slapping the pale, slim hand away and sending a shiver through Draco at the brush of hands larger and rougher than his own against his wrist. Unfortunately, this shiver was quite visible, and a very obvious sign to something Ron had known but not fully realizedfor a very long time. Something that FINALLY clicked in that instant where Draco let his guard down.

"BLOODY 'ELL! YOU'RE--" "One more word and I kill you."

Draco nearly hissed his statement, hand firmly over Ron's mouth. Ron blinked before closing his mouth behind the hand over it, glaring when it wasn't removed immediately. Draco didn't seem to care, intending to keep it there until he had said his piece. The captive mouth tried moving behind the hand, only to fail as slightly long, neatly rounded, and perfectly filed nails dug into that spot where the cheek covered the teeth. And so, defeated again, Ron settled to listen. And at the same time, Draco started talking.

"First, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual, and you'll do well to remember that. Second, you're an idiot, as I can't tell Potter about YOUR preferances without telling my own. That brings us to the most important thing I came out here to discuss."

As Draco smirked, going silent for the moment, Ron was struck with a feeling of impending doom. That wriggling little twitch in the stomach that always seemed to pop up when he was about to get screwed over royally. It had never failed, and he had a feeling his life was about to start sucking a whole lot more than it usually did when it came to Malfoy.

"You, Weasley, are now officially my boyfriend. Or boy toy. Whichever you prefer. And if you refuse, let's just say no male in the school is going to trust you being alone with themanymore."

Ah, there it was. The impending doom. Draco was somehow going to manipulate him into playing lovers with him. Ron's eyes went wider than dinner plates as he shot away, whispering fiercely.

"Oh yeah right! You just said you couldn't reveal me because it'd reveal you!"

Draco smirked easily, the expression almost a smile as he leaned back in the grass. He was obviously quite confident, legs crossed at the knee and one foot twitching. Suddenly, Ron got the feeling he had missed something. That infuriated him.

"Now now Weasley, you misunderstand me. I simply said I'd end up revealing myself. I never said I couldn't or wouldn't do it. I wonder what your family would think if they knew about you..."

Yes, Ron had missed something, and knowing it made him stop, cursing. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out a way to escape the arrangement. Everything he came to though, came back to the point that Malfoy wouldn't hesitate to rat himself out as well. So deep in thought, he barely noticed as Draco pressed a kiss to his cheek, murmuring something like 'bye lover' teasingly before getting up and just walking away.

Ron did know one thing though. This would end up being the most painful and/or amusing time of his life. To be quite frank... he was betting on painful.

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Poor Ron. I'm so mean. -;;; Feedback would be lovely, as this is my first obvious shounen-ai where the two males in question actually interact within the story and I want to improve a bit.

Don't own HP, never have, never will.