A/N: How far will Ron go to get his revenge? He knows, somewhere deep in his heart, that he and Harry are meant to be. But at what costs?

WARNING: Yaoi. Fun. Yay!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. If I did, this would be in book 3 or something and Hermione would be soooo much hotter.

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"I say, what is that you have there?" Luna asked, peering over Ron's shoulder.

Ron turned and looked at Luna. "It's… a plan." he explained.

"What type of plan?"

"A plan to get Harry's love and affection because that Malfoy bastard doesn't deserve it."

Luna sighed. "I know that's how you must feel, but if the two of them belong together, no matter how much it hurts you, they need to be together. If you truly love Harry, you'll be able to let him go." she said, sounding quite smart and sensible for her normal self.

"It's not fair." Ron complained.

Luna laughed. "Life's not fair." And with that, she walked away.

But Ron was not yet convinced. He still knew, and he wasn't sure exactly where or why, that he loved and knew Harry so much more and better than Draco ever could.

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'Dear Draco,

You were right.

I did lie. I do love Ron.

I cheated and I can't continue

To edge you on any further.

It's over.

-Potter'

Ron set the pen down, satisfied. If this didn't work, he didn't know what would. He called over Hedwig and tied the message to the owl's leg, then sent him off.

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He had just entered study hall, and so Draco chose to return to his dormitory. He had lots of studying to do because he hardly paid attention to his next class; Harry was in it. The silence of his room would help him keep his attention on his school work. When he got there he was delighted to see Hedwig sitting on his wind sill. He quickly dropped his books and bag on the floor, took the note off and jumped onto his bed. He opened up the note, then read it.

As soon as he finished, he was curled up, fist and teeth clenched in pain. His eyes welled up and became a puffy pink.

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"Hey, Ron," Harry said, sitting down at his desk. His eyes glanced curiously around the room. It was their last class of the day. "Where's Draco? Sick, do you suppose? Maybe I should write him a letter, or visit--"

"He's probably just skipping to spend the day cursing library books or something." Ron interrupted.

Harry sighed, resting his head against the table. "It's a shame," He said quietly, then closed his eyes and daydreamed.

~*~

'Meet me at the field, under the Slytherin column.

-D. M.'

Harry finished reading the letter, then set it back down on his dresser. It was about 11PM and he'd not seen or heard from Draco since breakfast that morning. He thought, perhaps, Draco had a surprise or something in store.

Ten or so minutes later he reached the destination. Draco was in the fetal position, his head down. Harry sat by his side and then put an arm around his lover. To his surprise, Draco pushed him away.

"What's going on, Draco?"

Draco pulled his head up, revealing red, puffy eyes and stains of tears down his cheeks. His lips were very chapped and he looked the saddest that Harry had ever seen him. "You cheated," He said, "And you don't want me anymore. How can you even ask me what's wrong, you know bloody hell what's wrong." He was sure that if Draco weren't so depressed, the words would have come out in a shout.

"What are you talking about, Draco?!" Harry questioned, "I never cheated on you-- Ron kissed me. I didn't kiss back. And I'll always want you. I love you."

"You're a filthy lair!"

Harry flinched. "Draco, love…--" He began, but was cut off.

"Don't even!" He yelled to Harry, "Don't even call me your love. Don't even use my first name. I know what you're doing." And then he stood, pulling his firebolt out from behind him, got on and left in an instant.

Harry was left feeling confused and sad, knowing he'd lost his love once again in these past few weeks.

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A few days later, Ron felt himself bored with nothing to do between classes. He didn't need to make it to his next class for another half hour, and he knew that Harry would be practicing with his Quidditch team, and so Draco would be either out of campus in Hogsmeade or with his buddies Crabbe and Goyle. He smirked, then sprinted up to the seventh floor and into the Gryffindor common room. He was mostly alone, the exception of a few students crossing or playing wizard's chess.

He took a sheet of normal notebook paper out of his bag and took out a quill and ink.

'Ron

What you did last night was amazing.

I didn't expect do much from you. You

Are so much better than what

Draco ever was. Perhaps we

Can do that again sometime soon?

-Potter'

Ron re-read over the note over again, and appreciated his handiwork. He then sealed it and attached it to Hedwig. He instructed Hedwig to bring the fake note to Malfoy, as to make him think the letter had been misdelivered. It happened all the time, except this one was planned.

A smug look covered Ron's face as we watched Hedwig fly off over the school.

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A/N: Yes, I too agree, that this was a very, very short chapter. I didn't want to ruin the surprise-- Nevermind, I'm going to ruin it now; Lucius is going to come to the school. Guess what happens now! Ha!