I step into the room of requirements and carefully shut the door behind me. I turn around and see Ron, crossing my arms I say,"Well, hello there, Weasley. Can I ask why you wanted me here?"

He sighs and points to a chair,"He wants to talk to you."

I look at the chair and see,"Potter!?"

"Yes, Malfoy, it's Harry. He's... um..."

"Concerned," Potter speaks up, butting in like an arsehole.

"Yeah," Ron agrees,"Get over here and sit down, you're not aloud to leave until he's done talking to you."

"Says who? I can leave whenever I want."

"And I can tell everyone about what happened in the infirmary that night and out you as a homosexual whenever I want."

I growled and walked over to chair, sitting down in it,"So, Potter, what is it you wanted to ask me?"

Harry looked at me to Ron and back to me,"Is this a trick?"

"Is what a trick?"

"ARe you tricking Ron? Are you dating him just to get him hurt?"

"No, in fact, Weasley is the person that asked me out."

"Only after you kissed me," Ron spoke up.

"Do you have any intentions of hurting him?"

"No."

Potter sat quiet for a moment before sighing,"Fine, you can date Ron, but if you hurt him, ever, I will rip your throat out."

"First of all," I started," I don't need your permission to date Ronald, and he doesn't need yours to date me either. Ron and I are big boys. Second of all I'd certainly like to see you try and rip my throat out."

Harry growled,"You coming Ron?"

"I'll be in the common room in five minutes, Harry."

"Okay, see you then."

Potter left and Ron faced me. He opened his mouth to speak but I said,"Bloody hell, why would you tell him?"

"Because he's my best friend, and has been for four years, therefore he has a right to know."

I growled,"I suppose."

"I'm sorry okay, he promised he would tell no-one, you have nothing to worry about, Draco," he smiled and leaned over, kissing my lips.

I tried my best to stifle my moan, but it was no use. I thrusted my tongue into his mouth and leaned into him. He was so warm as he thrusted his tongue against mine, fighting for dominance. I tried my best to beat him, but yet again, it was no use. He won and ran his tongue over my inner cheeks and then my teeth, before entwining it with my tongue. He tasted like root beer.

We pulled away for a breath,"W-wow," I muttered, unable to stop myself.

"Yeah," he said,"I should probably go, or else Harry will get suspicious.

I pouted as he kissed my cheek,"Could you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Could you meet me in here again tomorrow, at 8:30?"

He smiled,"Of course, babe."

"NO!" I shouted.

"No what," he asked shaken from my yelling.

"No pet names. Not babe, baby, puppy, cuddles, pumpkin, sweetheart, sweetpea, none of that shit!"

"But I want a nickname for you, my love." He smirked and gave me puppy dog eyes.

"You may call me Dray or Drack, no more."

"How about, Drackasourous-rex?"

I scowled at him,"Absolutely not."