Chapter 3-Sweet Dreams and Broken Hearts

Ron was lying on his back in his bed, sleeping lightly. When he felt a light kiss brush across his lips, he opened his eyes to find Draco straddled on top of him. Draco smiled, a look of pure love and wanting in his eyes. He bent over and started kissing Ron's neck, each kiss like the flutter of butterfly wings on Ron's skin. Ron couldn't believe what was happeneing, it was a dream come to life. He hungrily accepted the kiss Draco had now planted on his lips, wanting to once again taste the sweet, intoxicating flavor of Draco's lips. But something felt wrong. This was not Draco.

Ron opened his eyes and saw, not Draco, but Harry on top of him. Harry tried kissing him again, but Ron sat up, pushing him away.

"Finally, you're up. I thought I was going to have to do that all morning," said Harry, smiling, "Come on, we have to get to breakfast, McGonagall's passing out schedules today, remember?"

Harry, already fully dressed, got off the bed and headed down the stairs.

"I'll be waiting in the common room," he said without looking back.

Ron just sat on the bed, tears stinging his eyes. Harry had never woken him up with kisses before. Draco always had though, the nights they had snuck out and made love in a clearing in the woods. Or when Ron had snuck some Floo powder and traveled to Draco's house when his parents' were out or asleep. Draco had always woken him with kisses, and that usually led to them making love once again. They had had sex quite often, but Harry and Ron had never had such intamacy. Until Draco came along, Ron had never been ready for such a big step. But when Draco had finally persuaded Ron to have sex, it felt so right to be with Draco like that; their bodies entwined, riding the ultimate rollercoaster of passion. Ron knew he would never feel that way with Harry.

"Come on, what's taking so long?"

Harry's cry had broken through the veil of memories that blocked Ron's mind and reminded him that Harry was still waiting. He had to get down to breakfast soon or he wouldn't get his course schedule, then he'd be in real trouble. After dressing quickly Ron grabbed his bag, opened the door, and ran down the stairs.

"Ron, watch it! You're potion is going to boil over," cried Hermione.

"Oh, shit!"

Ron quickly stirred his potion counterclockwise ten times. He had left it to come to a boil like his instructions had said, but had almost ruined it by letting boil too long. He couldn't afford to get any more bad marks in Potions, his mum would kill him.

"What were you thinking about Ron?" asked Hermione, "You were totally spacing out."

"Nothing really, just how much I wish it was still summer vacation," said Ron.

Which was actually true. He did want it to still be summer vacation, because that meant he could have possibly had more time to be with Draco. He had also been remembering all the good times he had spent with Draco and how much fun they'd had together. But it could never go back to the way it was. Draco had made that perfectly clear with his little display last night in the Entrance Hall. Thinking about it made Ron so angry he wanted to punch a hole through the wall. All Draco seemed to care about was his stupid reputation.

"Your potions should now be at the last stage of their preparation," said Snape, "You will now need to leave them here over night to simmer. Class is dismissed."

Tossing his supplies into his bag, Ron glanced across the room at Draco. When Draco saw him looking, he smirked and wrapped his arm around Pansy's waist. Ron's vision seemed to go red with anger and jealousy.

Well, two can play at that game, he thought. He threw his bag over his shoulder and grabbed Harry's hand, looking back at Draco and grinning maliciously. As he walked out Ron took another look back at Draco and saw his face getting madder by the second. It made him feel extremely happy, but also extremely sad.

Draco couldn't beleive his eyes. Ron was playing with him. He was such a prat.

Well then, thought Draco, I'll just do something he'll never expect, something I've never done before.

As they reached the exit of the dungeons, Draco and Pansy had to seperate. Draco looked around and saw that Ron was watching him. It was the perfect moment.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later," Draco said and then he did it.

He grabbed Pansy by the back of her head and kissed her full on the mouth. It lasted for a few seconds and when Draco emerged he smiled in satisfaction at the look on Ron's face. It was a look of pure hatred and jealousy.

" I gotta go Harry," he heard Ron say, "I don't feel well."

And as Ron pushed past him towards the stairs, he looked Draco right in the eyes. And what Draco saw there made him want to break down and cry. He saw tears flowing down Ron's cheeks and saw a saddess greater than any he had ever seen before. As Ron hurried off Draco wanted to call out to him, but he held his tongue and made his way towards his next class. His body felt empty and his heart felt as though it was breaking into a million pieces. There was no way now that Ron forgive him.