A/N: Okay, here's some of the mature stuff you guys were waiting for. Remember, its slash!
Disclaimer: Not mine! I swear!
Chapter 3
As quarter to eight rolled around, Ron decided that he'd better start heading down to the dungeons for his detention. He packed up his homework and slung his bag over his shoulder. Harry looked up from his Transfiguration essay.
"See you later, Ron. Good luck with Snape," he said.
"Thanks, mate."
When Ron got to the Potions classroom, he saw no one. That was odd. Snape didn't just miss detentions.
Ron decided that maybe he was supposed to meet Snape in his office, so he headed there as fast as he could. He was about to open the door when a cold voice behind him said, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you. He'd be livid."
Ron spun around and yelled, "Holy shit, Malfoy! When did you get there? What are you doing there?"
"Language, Weasley." Malfoy was leaning against a statue with his bag over his shoulder, looking quite pleased with himself. "And I happen to be here on Professor Snape's orders. He isn't available to oversee your detention tonight, so he asked me to do the honors."
Ron looked suspicious. "And how do I know you aren't just trying to get me into trouble?"
"You don't." Malfoy gestured for Ron to follow him, so he did. They ended up back at the Potion's classroom, and Malfoy sat down at one of the desks closest to the door.
"Professor Snape needs those flobberworms sorted," said Malfoy, pointing to a vat of dead flobberworms. "There are two buckets in the supply cupboard for you to sort them into. The faster you get this done the faster we both can get out of here, Weasley."
Ron looked disgusted. "But I don't have my gloves with me!"
"Bad luck," was all Malfoy said. He took a book out of his bag and started reading.
Ron threw down his bag and pushed up his sleeves. He went to the supply cupboard, got the buckets, and started sorting.
"Aw, this is gross!" he exclaimed as he stuck his hand into the slimy worms.
After an hour or so, he was almost halfway done sorting. He decided that he would try to take Hermione's advice for once and start a conversation with Malfoy.
"So…what are you reading?" he forced out.
Malfoy barely looked up and raised his eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," said Ron. "What are you reading?"
Malfoy chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing that would interest you, Weasley."
Ron scowled. "Try me."
Malfoy looked at him. "I don't think you deserve to know." He shifted, obviously trying to hide something.
Ron was curious now. He took out his wand and said, " Accio Malfoy's book!"
The book slammed shut and flew out of Malfoy's hands and into Ron's.
"What the hell, Weasley! Give it back!" yelled Malfoy.
Ron made a rude gesture in his direction.
"Fine, but you aren't going to like it."
Ron saw that there was a magazine stuck in the middle of it. He took it out and dropped it as if it had burned him.
"Is…is that porn?!" exclaimed Ron.
"As a matter of fact," replied Malfoy, examining his fingernails, "it's gay porn."
Ron gaped at him. "Your gay?! But, I thought Parkinson…"
Malfoy looked like someone had stuck a pile of dung under his nose. "Ugh, that pug-faced bitch? There is no way in hell I would ever dirty my hands with the likes of her." Malfoy paused. "Now if you are quite done staring, could I please have my magazine back?"
Ron looked at the magazine. "When did you get this?" he asked.
Malfoy looked startled at the question. "Today. Why?"
"Because I haven't seen that issue of Playwitch yet," Ron replied.
"Wait a minute. You are subscribed to Playwitch?" said Malfoy incredulously.
"No," said Ron. "But Seamus is. He usually gives me his old copies when he's done with them."
"So, your gay too, then."
"I never—" Ron blushed. "Well, yeah, I guess."
Malfoy smirked. "That's interesting." He turned around and sat back down.
Ron was about to go back to sorting when Malfoy said, "I wonder what the school will think of that bit of information."
Before Ron knew what he was doing, he launched a flobberworm in Malfoy's direction. It hit him square on the cheek.
Malfoy glared at Ron, who was laughing hysterically. He wiped the flobberworm off his cheek and stood up, walking slowly toward Ron.
Ron instantly stopped laughing and also stood up.
"Your going to pay for that Weasley."
Malfoy jumped at Ron and soon, they were wrestling around on the floor. The strange thing was, they weren't really trying to hurt each other. They were kind of having fun!
Ron flipped them around eventually, and punched Malfoy hard in the nose. Malfoy's head connected with the hard floor and he groaned.
"Shit, Malfoy," he said, getting off him and trying hard not to laugh. "I didn't mean to do that!"
Malfoy sat up holding his nose. "Is it bleeding?" he asked.
"No," said Ron. Malfoy went cross-eyed, trying to look at it.
Ron couldn't help it. He burst out laughing and Malfoy just glared at him, making him laugh harder. He snorted, and Malfoy gave a half smile, then started laughing lightly along with Ron.
As the laughter eased up a bit, Malfoy looked at the half full vat of worms.
"You can use magic. I won't tell," he said.
"Thanks," said Ron, as he waved his wand. They sat there in awkward silence while the worms flew through the air over their heads. When it was done, they stood up and walked to the back of the classroom.
"Well, see ya," said Ron, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Yeah," said Malfoy. He saw the red head turn to leave. What the hell, he thought. He rushed over to Ron, grabbed his wrist, and spun him around.
"What the—" said Ron right before Malfoy crushed their lips together. His eyes widened and his body stiffened, but he relaxed as soon as Malfoy brought his hands up and ran them through his hair. It felt so good!
Malfoy's tongue swept over Ron's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Ron obliged, putting his arms around Malfoy's waist and pulling him closer, so that every inch of their bodies were touching. Malfoy groaned as their tongue's clashed, battling for dominance as they explored each other.
One of Ron's hands had somehow found the hem of Malfoy's shirt, and traveled its way up his warm back. Malfoy shivered at the coldness of it against his skin.
Draco wrapped his legs around Ron't waist and Ron set him on the desk behind him, never breaking the kiss. Malfoy fumbled with the buttons of Ron's shirt and pulled it off him, throwing it to the ground. He ran his thumbs over Ron's nipples, making him gasp and pull away. Malfoy smirked. His hand traveled down to Ron's arousal, and grasped it, making the boy moan.
"Excited, are we?" he murmured.
"Not exactly what I was expecting to find, actually," said a cold voice from the doorway.
The boys gasped and Ron turned. There stood Snape, glaring at them in disgust.
"Weasley, put a shirt on and get out of my classroom. I have already seen more of you than I would ever have liked to today."
Ron threw his shirt on, picked up his bag and fled through the door.
"Draco, I really expected you to have more sense."
Malfoy just avoided his gaze. "I know how to take care of myself," he said, and he too picked up his bag and left.
Once outside the room, he noticed that Ron hadn't left. He was waiting for him.
"So, what now, Malfoy. I hardly think that you are going to announce to the whole student body what happened tonight," he said somewhat anxiously.
"I don't know, Weasley. I need to sleep. We can talk tomorrow." Malfoy turned his back on Ron and walked down the corridor.
"Fine, tomorrow then," said Ron as he headed back up to Gryffindor tower.