Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Slash, coarse language, a moment of masturbation, AU

A/N: Thanks for the reviews JaceDamian23. I've have already completed this story but your suggestions are being filed for perhaps later use.

Strategies were being planned and preparations were being made by the adult members of the Order over at Grimmauld Place.

Harry and Hermione were doing research in London.

Ron found himself lying on his bed at The Burrow staring at a Chudley Cannons poster plastered on the slope of his ceiling. His thoughts were interrupted when Draco walked in.

Draco had been volunteered by Fred and George to clean up after lunch and do the dishes. He now needed a "clean" shirt to sit around in apparently.

Draco came to them with nothing, so he was forced to wear Ron's outgrown clothes.

Ron watched as Draco lifted the worn and even for him small black t-shirt over his head. He took in the exposed lean muscles as he did this.

Draco glanced at Ron then turned away from him.

From the dresser, Draco pulled out a white button down long sleeved shirt with randomly placed snitches stitched on it. It had been a gift from Charlie two years ago.

Ron could still see Draco's front reflecting from the dresser mirror from his position on his bed.

He watched as Draco's long, thin fingers slid up his stomach to his upper chest while he buttoned up the shirt. He then turned around facing Ron. He carefully rolled up his sleeves to meet his forearms. Smoothing what few wrinkles lay in the shirt,

Draco caught his breath at the sight of Ron's pink tongue parting his lips to lick at his bottom lip. His eyebrow rose up high onto his forehead, but before he could give a retort Ron spoke up.

"You . . . you going back downstairs?"

"I guess. Nothing to do up here."

"The twins are still down there, so it should be okay. I'd like to take a nap."

Ron enjoyed reminding Draco that he was officially under Ron's watch.

So Draco causally, he hoped he looked casual, strode out of the room closing the door behind him without a word.

Ron could not believe himself. He'd actually gotten turned on by Malfoy.

Well Draco was good-looking. All the girls, even Hermione, acknowledged Draco was handsome.

Several times he'd even heard the boys of his house and of other houses make comments about Draco. Usually the comments came with a jab like "What a prat. An attractive one but still a gigantic prick."

Ron jumped onto his feet on his bed. He balanced himself on the balls of his feet and reached up behind another Canon poster that was hanging over the head of his bed.

It had been the first poster he'd been given of his beloved Quidditch team. The players moved more slowly than before, and the color of the team had faded through the years. It looked more salmon than the bright orange it use to be.

Behind the poster Ron pulled out a well worn female porn magazine called, The Witch's Brew.

That issue had focused on the studly forms of the top wizarding sport figures. Victor Krum was in the top five.

Sadly for Ron, no nude photos were available of Krum due to his age at the time.

Ron obtained the magazine in his fifth year from Ginny who'd

"borrowed" it from an older Gryffindor girl who had gotten it from a Ravenclaw whose cousin had given it to her.

Ron had heard Ginny trying to convince Hermione to have a peak at Krum.

"Come on Hermione, he's not naked. I swear. Not totally that is. Don't you want to see what's underneath all those robes and pads?"

Intrigued, Ron summoned up some of that Gryffindor courage and confronted Ginny. Hermione made a mad dash to the dormitory leaving the unopened magazine on the common room sofa.

"You shouldn't be looking at stuff like that Ginny. You don't want to get a bad rep now do you? Besides you know Mum will find out about this. Angelina's bound to have told Fred about it, and we all know he can't keep anything from Mum. And more importantly, I'll be included in her wrath because I'm supposed to be 'protecting' you, so cop over the mag."

Ginny fumed. "And what are you going to do with it Ron?!" She cocked her eyebrow toward him while keeping her arms crossed heavily in front of her.

"Banish it of course. What else? I have no want to look at it." Ron stared down at his sister silently berating himself for lying.

Ginny thought for a while then huffed and grabbed the said magazine from the sofa. Ron quickly snatched it out of her hands.

"Thank you very much little sis. Now go play with your dollies like a good girl."

Ginny promptly kicked Ron in the shins and stalked off to her dorm.

Ron always kept the magazine neatly tucked away. Who knows how many wanks he'd enjoyed courtesy of the "hunky beaters of Puddlemere United" and the "suave seekers of the Sweetwater All-Stars?" Ron had perused all of the pictures bending the pages of his favorites.

Now in the present in his bedroom, he held the sacred magazine to his chest for a few seconds. Then he opened it up to one particular page and commenced watching a good looking blonde straddling a broom.

The young man began rubbing his wide muscular chest and tweaking his nipples. After a knowing wink from the player, Ron plunged his hand down his pants to grasp his hardening cock.

Ron's breath hitched as he stroked himself a few times. He was about to unbutton his pants when his bedroom door flung open.

Draco stood in the doorway with a scowl on his face.

"You have the most obnoxious, bothersome, and rotten brothers ever!"

Despite Ron's panic of getting caught with his hand down his pants, he did take notice of the rather large brownish blob on the front of the recently selected shirt.

Ron had immediately removed his hand, and threw one of his well worn pillows over his erection tossing the magazine to the side.

The quick movements of Ron on his bed alerted Draco who had slammed the door shut with his foot.

Eyeing Ron, he could see Ron's face was bright pink. A pillow was lying on his lap with fingers grasping on the thread bare case for dear life.

"Ho ho ho! What do we have here? Having a pull Weasley?"

Ron panicked and shouted, "Shut up! Get out! This is MY room after all! I told you I wanted to be alone."

Draco ignored Ron. He gave a small smile. "I need another new shirt to put on because of your daft brothers."

Draco turned to open the drawer again when he noticed Ron in the mirror shoving a magazine under his hip.

"Weasley. Were you knocking your rocks off to porn?"

Ron sputtered. "I said to get out Malfoy! Do you need me to throw your arse out for you?"

Draco pointed towards the bed and cried out, "Accio porn!"

Ron grabbed for the magazine before remembering that Draco didn't have his wand.

"Too late, Weasel. Got you! Come on let's have a look."

Ron was so scared and angry. He instinctively lied.

"I don't have any porn, and I wasn't having a wank, and get out of here!"

Draco startled Ron by running and then leaping onto the bed landing over Ron's legs.

"What the fuck Draco?"

As he caught hold of the magazine out from under Ron, Draco scolded, "Watch your language Weasley."

He brought the publication up to his eyes and began to inspect it.

"The Witches Brew? That's a girl's magazine. Naked men are in here. Why Weasley I didn't know you were a fudge packer. Figures really."

"Shut it Malfoy! I am not gay! It's Ginny's. Get off of me and get out! Merlin's balls! It's none of your business anyway you prick!"

"No. I'm not leaving, and you're the one that needs to shut up. Unless you want the infuriating twosome to come and check out what all the fuss is about?"

Ron's glare transformed into a wide-eyed stare.

Draco continued.

"However now that I think about it, I'll be more than glad to point out the object of all the attention. Get them off my back for awhile."

"NO! Please I said it isn't mine. I don't want Ginny to get in trouble."

"So this magazine was not the object of your desire a moment ago?"

Draco giggled as he straightened himself to sit on top of Ron's thighs. He flipped through the pages occasionally raising an eyebrow.

"Whew. This is a good issue; which one were you ogling when I disrupted you?"

Ron didn't respond.

Draco glanced over the top of the magazine.

"Hey! You okay? You really must be a pansy if I'm hurting you."

Ron had shut his eyes allowing the tears that had pooled into the corners to finally drop down onto his cheeks.

Ron coerced a hoarse whisper, "Please. Just leave me alone."

Draco climbed off Ron to wedge himself between Ron and the wall. He sat there waiting for Ron to speak again. It took only a few seconds.

"I was curious. I just was having a peek."

Draco snorted.

"Right, only glanced at this uh? It looks rather worn to me. Besides it's what? At least four years old?"

Draco gave Ron a furtive look.

Ron sat up on the bed and opted not to look at Draco; instead, he focused on a snag in the bedspread. Ron's tears had ceased but still glistened on his cheeks.

"I said it was Ginny's. Will you now leave me alone?"

Draco finally took pity on Ron and tried in his own way to cheer him up.

"May have been hers, but it's yours now isn't? You masturbate to guys, big whoop. You aren't the first to do so. Bet some of your brothers have twisted off to the view of a nice looking bloke at least once."

Ron frantically rolled his body to face Draco. Tears had begun to fall once again. "Draco, pleeease please don't tell anyone. No one knows. I don't want anyone to know. Promise me?"

Draco felt very uncomfortable to have this once foe in front of him crying.

Ron looked so desperate and needy. It took all he could muster to refrain from gathering the boy into his arms and hug him until he stopped crying.

Draco slapped himself mentally. 'Where had that come from?'

Instead of gathering Ron into his arms, he opted for a typical Malfoy response.

"What? Not tell anyone you wank or not tell anyone you're gay?"