A/N: Hello everyone! I just want to thank you all for the support over the last week or so. I also hope you all like the nod to Half Blood Prince with the Elixir. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: These characters were created and are owned by JK Rowling.

Ron was in a daze. He sighed at his refilled glass of rum: the enemy. He was already wasted. Staring down at the bar, he tried to ignore the spinning in the background. It was hard keeping up with the Slytherin.

He dared a sideways glance and wished he hadn't. Draco was completely relaxed, leaning forward on the bar. His eyes were unfocused, staring innocently off into space. It was hard to believe he was sitting with the same bloke. The same Malfoy who had been such a pure asshat for the last six years.

The attraction he felt whenever he looked at Malfoy sent chills up his spine and Ron retreated to the comfort of his rum. Why all of this now? Draco hadn't realized Ron was watching him and his face was absent of that sneer Ron had hated for so many years. He couldn't help but surrender to the warmth that rushed over him.

The phantom yearning returned and he wanted to reach out. He thought back to the Shrieking Shack and desperately wished they had the privacy of that house again. Fuck, this is mad. He thought at himself and suddenly mustered the gusto to down another shot. 'So... having a good time, now, Weasel?' Draco smirked in amusement. Ron's drunkenness had to be obvious as he swayed back and forth on the bar stool. He nodded and found himself smiling stupidly, 'Somethin' like that.'

Draco swallowed his rum and when the glass refilled, he downed it again. Ron watched him in disbelief. Malfoy wasn't any bigger than he was. His extremeties had to be numb by now.

'Have you ever spent the weekend away from the school?' he asked silkily, eyes narrowed, long elegant fingertips tracing the edge of the glass.

Going to Hogsmeade with Harry and Hermione and going with Draco were two separate tales. With Harry and Hermione, they never stayed all weekend. They never got very drunk. Catching only a light buzz, they'd nurse on Butterbeers until the time came to go back to Hogwart's. They never planned a weekend away, rented rooms and got roaring drunk, as he was now. Only the Twins had gotten him this wasted and ironically enough, they had turned up earlier.

Ron shook his head gently, as not to induce spinning, 'I didn't know it was permitted.' Draco snickered, clearly amused by his concern for rules. 'Money talks, Weasley.' Ron felt his face burning. Little bastard. Buying his way through life.

Trying to ignore Malfoy's piercing gaze and menacing grey eyes, he attempted swallowing the rum faster, so maybe he wouldn't taste it. He failed, choking on it. God, the stuff's strong! Malfoy gave him a hard whack on the back. 'Don't make a fool of yourself, Weasley.'

Ron couldn't believe the way Malfoy was drinking. Straight shot after shot. Ron quit trying to keep up with him. After loosing count of just how many shots Draco had taken, Ron feared blood poisoning was a very real possibility. Something that would have been previously desirable. Go figure. 'Woah, Draco, You're going to be sick!'

Malfoy set his glass down on the table silently and turned in his seat to face Ron. Head tilted and his face flushed. Not near as hammed as Ron, but his glassy eyes gave him away. He was definitely intoxicated. Wow. It takes a lot of alcohol to ease the pain of a Slytherin.

'I like it when you say my name.' he said quietly. Ron stared back at him and exhaled silently. He knew the feeling. Knowing Draco felt the same made his blood rush. Ron cast a quick glance across the pub to make sure no one heard. Aberforth continued to tell whoppers to the hooded man, gesturing wildly with his arms. No one was paying attention.

'Say my name.' he blurted out. That was the alcohol talking. Draco smiled a devilish grin. His immaculacy made Ron stir in his seat. 'You wish, Weasley.' He said into his glass, before swallowing it's contents once more. Ron hated himself. He had just asked Draco Malfoy to say his name.

Rum. More rum.

This time Ron opened his throat and let the fluid drop straight into his stomach. He set the glass down with satisfaction. 'You're getting better at this... Ron.' Draco said, amused. Ron 'mmf'ed at the sound of his name as he recovered from the burn.

'So how is it being a Keeper?' he asked casually. Ron was surprised Malfoy held interest in such mundane conversation. Then he remembered; this was the Seeker of the Slytherin House Team for the last four years. He eyed Malfoy carefully, suddenly seeing him as a worthy equal. His lean build definitely made him an ideal Seeker. He'd never really observed Malfoy's skills before. Harry was always the one everyone had their eyes on.

No wonder Slytherin always plays dirty. Ron swallowed another shot of rum and the thought of Harry passed.

'It's what I'm used to,' he sighed. Ron explained that he had been stuck with the position in the garden year after year. He was the youngest of five boys and was always out numbered by his brothers, who claimed the Chaser positions in their bludgerless games of Quidditch. Their mother insisted that Bludgers were for professionals. 'Sticking me in the Keeper position gave my brothers a good excuse to wail objects at me constantly.' Ron said, laughing about it now. 'I had to get good at it. For my own safety.'

'I always thought Potter let you on the team out of pity.' Malfoy said, bemused.

'Actually, I think it was the only position he felt right putting me in.' Ron confessed, swirling the rum around in the glass. He didn't have the energy to retort to that last remark.

'So what team do you root for?' Draco asked. Ron was so drunk the spinning in the glass made him dizzy and he had to brace himself on the bar. 'Chudley Cannons.'

Draco bellowed with laughter. He laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. Thank god Malfoy was an ass, keeping him awake and on his toes. 'Laugh all you want.' He grumbled angrily, 'They made it all the way to the finals, last year.'

They had been drinking in the Hog's Head for a few hours when they were approached by two menacing figures. They were clothed in darkly toned robes of red and emerald. One was considerably taller than the other, who was rather short and fat. Both had their hoods dawn and Ron couldn't see much of their faces. What he could make out was wrinkled, sallow skin screwed up into what Ron perceived as some sort of distress.

'Our deepest condolences regarding the conviction of your father, Malfoy.' The fat one said in a disgusting, gritty voice. Ron shuddered.

'Thank you, again, Mr. Goyle.' Draco said tonelessly. 'For reminding me for a third time this year of our family's steep fall from grace.' They eyed Ron up at first with confusion, then with a strange realization and grinned. They probably thought Draco was turning Ron to the dark side. He shifted uncomfortably, questioning his judgement in coming here at all.

'Do enjoy your little vacation from Hogwart's.' The taller one, dressed in emerald said. His voice was slimy. 'I will, thank you for your consideration.' Draco said coldly. Ron thought it was a safe bet that the tall man in the dark red and navy was Crabbe's father. They glided away and sat down, practically out of sight in the far corner of the bar. Ron thought he saw one wave their wand and cast a anti-eaves dropping charm. Drunk, Ron couldn't tell anything anymore. Down had become up for all he knew.

Malfoy stood from his seat. He was scowling again now. He seemed determined to escape the Hog's Head as quickly as possible. He dropped somewhere around five galleons in sickles on the table. 'Thank you Aberforth, as always.' Draco said, straightening his robes out and dusting them off as he so often did. Ron stood up quickly but kept his hold on the bar for a moment or two, making sure he was steady. 'Come on,' Draco sighed impatiently, 'You could use some fresh air.'

Walking outside in the night, Malfoy didn't feign his sobriety as well as he had in the Hog's Head. They were both stumbling in the dark, deeper into the town of Hogsmeade. They headed in the opposite direction of the Three Broomsticks. Ron wondered how in the hell they were going to get away with all of this.

'Draco I think we're going the wrong way.' He was so drunk he didn't care but he pointed it out anyway. They continued down a dark alley that seemed to extend for miles, lit only by a few floating lanterns. There were empty cargo boxes all around and he could hear a cat's hissing somewhere in the distance. His heart was pounding, adrenaline sobering him slightly.

This was surely where Malfoy planned to kill him.

They came to a door knob sticking out of the alley wall. Ron blinked in momentary confusion. Draco took out his wand and tapped the knob twice rapidly. The knob began to fizzle with firey sparks. Slowly, as if someone had lit a line of gun powder, the door outlined itself and burned right through the wall. Draco opened the door and they slipped inside.

The only light the tiny square room had to offer were two tiny candelabras sticking out of the back wall. Cobwebs hung in darkened corners. Four bearded wizards with wild, jet black hair sat around a poker table that was littered with tea cups of all colors and sizes. All sat upon a matching saucer. Each of the wizards held a hand of cards and all were dressed in silk robes of varying shades of shimmering gold.

They were heavily decorated in diamond rings (one on every finger) and each wore extravagant chains with huge, oval shaped jewels embedded in glittering, tear dropped frames. One was of Ruby, one a Sapphire, one that of Obsidian and the last of Amethyst. They each held the end of a long narrow hose with golden tips between their fingers. They sucked on them ravishingly and exhaled multi-colored smoke. Ron thought he was seeing quadruple. Save for their differing gemstones, all looked exactly alike. How drunk am I?

'Aaah. Mr. Malfoy Jr...' One of them said, smoke billowing out of his mouth with every word. He had a very strange accent which had a Middle Eastern ring to it. 'We were wondering when you were going to show up.' Ron shifted uncomfortably. Who are these people?

'Our deepest apologies, Mr. Malfoy, on your father's... conviction.' One said, laying his hand of cards face down to gesture with his heavily adorned arm. Ron noticed most of his teeth were gold. He thought he saw the wizard next to him try to peek at his cards as they were laid on the surface of the table. 'Thank you. I'm afraid I am only dropping in, tonight.' Draco said shortly.

Merlin's ghost, he has weird friends. Ron thought.

'The usual, then?' One said, tapping a small, royal purple lockbox with his crooked wand. It sprung open. 'That'll do me for now.' Draco replied smoothly, tossing another velvet satchel of money on the poker table.

The old wizard handed him two vials of sunshine yellow liquid. Ron ogled it, intrigued. 'Thank you.' Draco said, turning to the door, 'I may be by tomorrow night. Who knows?' As he and Malfoy left, Ron caught a glimpse of the old wizards still sitting at the poker table. They seemed undisturbed by the sudden coming and going. The door shut and as quickly as it had appeared it vanished. Searing itself shut and becoming, once more, just a doorknob sticking out of the wall. One crazy tea party, Ron thought to himself.

'Who the hell were those guys?' Ron's curiosity was peaked as they headed even further down the Alley, through which Ron could see another part of the Black Lake at the end.

'Friends of father.' Draco said darkly as the alley finally opened up into the field outside Hogsmeade, where the Lake ran off into a small river.

Draco retrieved his wand from his sleeve. Ron was surprised when Draco was able to transfigure two huge rocks into fluffy green cushions. Ron was sure Draco hadn't taken any notes at all during that class. He was obviously used to fending for himself and Hogwart's probably bored him to death. The only one he knew that could cast such effective spells at their level was Hermione. And she constantly took notes. He sat down and invited Ron to sit next to him by gesturing to the empty spot. 'We don't have all night, Weasley.'

Malfoy unstopped the vials and handed one to Ron who positioned himself cross-legged on the cushion. Draco swallowed his in one gulp. Ron looked down at the shimmery yellow fluid tentatively. 'It's not going to kill you.' Draco said, gazing up at the stars. Ron swallowed fast and grimaced. It had quite a leafy flavor.

'What is this stuff?' Probably something he was better off asking first.

Ron felt a surge of exaggerated happiness rush over him. Suddenly he could see the moon very clearly and the colors of the night were vivid. He looked at Draco surprised. He no longer felt sick from the alcohol. All he wanted to do is laugh. 'What is this stuff!?' He asked again, a little more enthusiastically.

Draco was also wearing an unusually stupid grin. It looked good on him. He rested his elbows on his knees and answered, 'Elixir to Induce Euphoria.'

Ron burst out laughing. Now Malfoy was slipping him Euphoria potions? He was wasted and could do nothing but laugh. 'Malfoy, you are a crazy son of a bitch!' He gasped. Malfoy was laughing now too. Though his eyes were not clear of the scowl he so often donned, they still possessed that yearning Ron was getting to know all too well. Even through the potion.

'I can't believe you actually went along with all of this, Weasley.' Draco jabbed at him, comically.

Ron felt warm, from all the booze and laughing and undid the top two buttons of his robes. He caught Malfoy watching him, keen eyes narrowed but still wearing a silly smile. Ron felt himself blush.

'Yeah, to be honest, I can't believe it either.' They stared off into the night ridiculously happy. 'I still donno why.' Ron said, suddenly amused by it all. The snogging, the robes. Harry's hilariously pissed face. It was all over basically nothing, right? But here he was in a place he never thought he would be. It was definitely the potion.

Draco was smiling, too. He, however, was still so cool and reserved. His silver eyes, no matter how glazed, possessed an unyeilding awareness. 'I never thought you'd even go to class with me.' Malfoy said, his smile growing into a grin.

Ron laughed in amazement, Malfoy's grin was gorgeous. 'Me either!' It was hilarious. He actually thought Malfoy was gorgeous. He laughed there about it for ten minutes, until his side's hurt. When he could finally breathe he asked, 'Why? Why did you ask me Malfoy?' Everything was so funny. So this is what it's like to be Fred and George. He snorted and laughed at himself. Unable to control it.

'Father's got his ass thrown in Azkaban!' Malfoy said gesturing with his left hand, 'I can do the things I always wanted to do. And he can't stop me. The ass.'

Ron chuckled, 'Things you always wanted to do?'

Malfoy's smiled dropped and he shook his head, falling silent. Ron's laughter finally subsided as well. The potions effects had suddenly worn off and it wasn't funny anymore. Ron was sickeningly sober. What did Draco mean? The things he always wanted to do? He always did what he wanted to do! If Ron had learned nothing else in the past few days, he'd learned that. Malfoy always got what he wanted!

'Always wanted to do?' Ron repeated and felt his heart pounding. Malfoy bit his lip and furrowed his brows. 'What he hell do you mean? This is what I meant earlier! You always do whatever you want.'

Malfoy's only response was a glare. He then climbed to his feet, lacking his usual grace, and tried to stagger back toward the Alley.

'Draco!' Ron bellowed. He wanted to hunt Malfoy down, but found himself having trouble standing up. 'For fuck's sake,' he cursed, using a huge boulder to pull himself to his feet. Draco hadn't gotten far. He was going in the wrong direction, anyway. Muttering nonsense to himself.

'Fucking Father...' Ron heard Malfoy hiss in the distance. 'Damn... fucking... Legilimency... never any time to think.'

What the hell is he on about?!

Ron felt his body heating up again. So this is where it get's crazy again, is it? Ron thought at himself, Serves you right. He should never have come here with Malfoy. He took baby steps away from the boulder, testing his balance.

'Draco, listen, you bastard!' Malfoy stopped and turned arround, leering at Ron expectantly. 'I..' he began, starting to feel dizzy. His drunk was returning with full force now that he was standing up. 'I want you to tell me what the hell you're talking about.' Ron said, slurring his words a little. 'You do whatever you want all the time!' he ground out.

Malfoy had everything in the world. All the money he wanted. Malfoy's limits knew no bounds. Malfoy was glaring at him. He seemed as though he wanted to speak but something held him back. As Ron held Malfoy's gaze, his features shifted.

Draco's eyes softened, a tired sigh passed through pink lips as he straightened himself. 'There is... something I've wanted more than anything. For a very, very long time. Until now... I couldn't even come close to having it.' The Slytherin stared longingly at Ron who bit his lip.

Overcome with new found affection, he recognized Draco's internal struggle and had no intention other than to cease it. Ron understood struggle. He understood wanting things he couldn't have.

'Come here...' he whispered into the darkness. 'I'll give it to you.'

Draco immediately headed in Ron's direction. He was still flushed from the alcohol and his lips were plump and bitten. His platinum hair was in disarray. Fuck he was beautiful. Ron stood there, staring at him, mind reeling. He watched Malfoy move toward him and Ron anticipated Draco's touch now as though his life depended on it.

He thought of the other night by the lake. He remembered Malfoy's hands on his sides and how it felt when their tongue's entwined. It all came rushing back to him. Ron felt his cock harden in anticipation under his robes. He felt the hunger over take him and as it did he lunged for Draco, who was less than one stride away. His mouth watering.

Draco didn't flinch away. His gaze was expectant. 'Oh god,' Ron sighed as they were so close, he could practically taste the other's scent. He felt heat radiating from Draco's body and it engulfed him as their bodies crashed into each other.

Ron knew he for sure he wanted Draco, then. This wasn't something he was imagining. I am really feeling this. Oh my fucking Merlin. I am really feeling this. He could only breathe shakily as he slipped his hand between Malfoy's robes.

His fingertips tingled as they found heated flesh. Ron gasped, experiencing a rush of excitement. He felt goosebumps rise on his arm. Knowing now without doubt that he wanted this, too.

Ron leaned in. It was as though he was watching from outside his of body. He felt his lips brush across the others. Draco inhaled sharply and braced himself on Ron's shoulder. He felt the fingers of Malfoy's hand twisting in his hair once he had regained his balance and moaned softly into his mouth.

He felt Draco's tongue on his lower lip, desperate and demanding. Ron responded with his immediately and as they touched he moaned again. The alcohol made everything feel so intense. Like a wet dream. He sighed as Draco embraced him.

Ron experienced the heat of Draco's body, completely surrendering himself to the ecstasy. Waves of pleasure shot straight to his cock. They both stared, unblinking, into each other's eyes.

Draco looked smug, triumphant. Like a satisfied spoiled child after so long being denied what he wanted. Ron was trying not to cum in his robes. He felt Draco's silky tongue against his own and was overcome with bliss.

Oh my fucking Merlin. Ron thought to himself. There would be no way he'd be able to deny it to himself any longer. Definitely not after feeling the Slytherin in his embrace.

Ron groaned in anticipation, mustering up some courage. He wanted more. He exhaled and bit Draco's lower lip gently. Malfoy groaned in shock. The taste of Draco's lip sucked the air out of his lungs. Ron greedily savoured his flavour.

He felt Malfoy's erection brush directly across his own, somewhere under their robes. The accidental, natural action made them both moan in surprise and grind against one another.

Draco broke away this time. 'Damn it, Weasley,' he hissed, frustrated. He looked around behind him, as if to make sure they hadn't been seen.

They'd forgotten themselves.

Ron looked around as well.

'It's late... Let's get back to the Three Broomsticks.' Malfoy said.

Ron swallowed hard, and nodded, wondering if their room had separate beds...