I can't believe I'm doing this. I can not believe I am doing this. I open the door to Myrtle's bathroom and shut the door, dropping Potter's coat,"Hey there, redhead."

"Your insults have seen better days, c'mere," Ron said.

I stepped up to him and he pulled out a pocket knife,"W-what are you doing?"

"You want the burning to stop, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then let me cut off the tattoo."

"N-no, I-I don't want to!" I was starting to panic, I felt nauseous and backed away looking at the knife. I held my arm, somehow protecting it.

"Malfoy, I understand it'll be painful, but this is the only way without having you-know-who with us!"

"That's not it!"

"What do you mean?"

"I-I don't care if it's painful, I-I..."

"What, Malfoy?"

I swallowed deeply,"Malfoy do you trust me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Am I not speaking English, do you trust me?"

Did I? He kept my secret, both of them, "Yes."

"Then come here." I stepped closer and he gently grabbed my hand. He placed the knife in my hand and pulled away,"Now tell me what your problem is."

I sighed," I-I can't look at blood."

"Why?"

"It makes me nauseous and lightheaded. It just sucks any emotion out of me."

He looked down at me and I looked up at him,"Listen, Malfoy, I still think you should do this, and I can help you out and make sure you don't look at it. But it is your decision."

I thought for a second and sighed,"Cut it."

"Are you sure?"

"Can we please do it before I get nervous again?"

"Sit on the floor," I did as I was told and he sat next to me," take off your robe and shirt, you don't want blood in them."

I blushed but smirked slightly at the fact that Ron was looking away, his ears brighter than the hair on his head. I took them off, feeling slightly uncomfortable and a little.. Aroused?

He rolled up his sleeve and took the knife from me,"Ready?"

I breathed deeply and shaking as he took my right wrist into his hand,"Mhmm."

"Okay, I'm going to ask you a bunch of questions, and I need you to focus on them while look at the sinks."

"Okay."

I felt the knife dig into my arm but I didn't look away from the sink as tears welded,"What is your favorite color?"

"Gr-," I gagged on my own breath,"green."

"Why?" the knife was now moving.

"I-it's my houses main color."

"Do you play sports?"

"Y-yes."

"Which ones?"

I let out a soft moan of pain,"Q-Quidditch."

"What house are you in?"

"Slytherin, dumbass, I had a green tie on yesterday."

They knife lifted out of my skin," Are we done?"

"No, I have to get underneath so it comes off."

"Too much detail, keep asking questions only an asshat would ask."

He sighed,"Batman or Superman?"

"Superman."

The knife dug in again and I let out a cry in pain," Favorite food?"

"L-lemon drops."

"Really?"

"Yes, don't tell anyone."

Ron chuckled and continued,"Last question, who does the Slytherin sex god have a crush on?"

I swung my head around to tell Ron off but saw the blood covering my arm,"H-holy shit."

I gagged as I saw Ron finish and peel off my skin like a bandaid. I ran to the sink and puked out every meal from that day,"Oh, shit did you look?"

"No I just projectile vomit at one o'clock am every night!"

"Calm down." he took a towel out of his pocket and wet it, then wrapping it around my arm. I shook at the cold but then gasped at the pain. It felt like...well... like I had been cut open! Tears streamed down my face. Ron washed his hand of any blood and dried it on his jeans,"Hey," he said holding my face, forcing me to look at him,"it's over."

He wiped my tears as I let out a shaky breath. I can't help it. I went on my tippy toes and connected our lips. He gasped but eventually kissed back. His lips were so soft and big. I pulled away for air only to see he was blushing, making my face burn as welL-let me see your arm,"

his voice trembled.

I lifted it and he look the towel off, forcing myself to look away, I felt him wrap it in bandages,"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"What?"

Fuck you, dumbass, figure it out! I repeat myself to no-one,"I'm sorry," I said louder," I shouldn't have kissed you it was inappropriate."

Ron dropped my arm, finishing, and faced me,"It's fine, the truth is... I-I kind of like you to."

I smiled uncontrollably,"Really?"

His face was neon pink as he nodded,"Well, Weasley, I never thought you would be the kind that likes to suck dick!"

He growled,"Is your arm okay?"

"Yeah it's fine."

He grabbed his stuff and went to leave but I stopped him,"Wait!"

"What, Malfoy?"

"A-are we, like, cool now?"

"Yeah," he smiled.

"Than call me Draco," I smiled. I felt butterflies as he smiled back with his big lips and white teeth.