Ron – The ferret

Ron awoke to find himself tangled in his bed sheets, body half on, half off his bed. Struggling to right himself he looked over to see a very much still asleep Harry fidgeting slightly, as he tossed restlessly in his dreams. Sighing and then rolling onto his stomach, Harry lay flat, his face buried in his pillows. Smiling affectionately, Ron began pulling clothes on and attempted to control the mass of brilliant red that was his hair. Pulling his fingers through a few times, he soon gave up and began walking to the common room, thinking about the breakfast waiting for him in the great hall.

He whistled happily, reaching the common room to find it deserted. Almost.

Fred and George appeared to be bent over, what looked like, a terrified looking first year covered in large, pulsing boils. Shaking his head in dismay, Ron wondered idly how they'd talked the shaking first year into it. Ah well, Ron thought cheerfully, rather him than me.

Ron reached the Great Hall, not many people were up. A few people scattered at each of the four tables. Ron spied Hermione, face buried in Hogwarts, A History. Ron sat noisily down next to her, causing her to jump. "Honestly Ronald!" She scolded angrily, picking her book up off the table and flipping it open to the right page. "Where is Harry?"

Ron sighed.

Why was it always his responsibility to watch Harry? To know where he is every second of every day. "In bed I 'spose" he answered grumpily as he began filling his plate to the brim with sausages and bacon. Hermione shook her head in annoyance. "Why didn't you wake him up?" She demanded.

"onestly' Mione, he can geff himsel' up" Ron explained slowly, so she would understand. Hermione looked outraged as she wiped several bits of airborne sausage off her robes. "Ron! You… You animal!" she shrieked before storming off. "Mione!" Staring down dejectedly at his plate of food Ron decided it was best to leave things for now, she'd soon calm down.

"Good morning Ron"

"It is a good morning Fred"

"But what's poor Ronnie doing here all by himself?"

"A lovers spat maybe?"

"Terrible, George"

"Awful, Fred"

Oh god. Not these two. Ron looked up dismally to see Fred and George sauntering towards him, hands in pockets, grins on faces. "What do you want?" He grunted unhappily. Here he was hoping to have a nice, quite breakfast alone while he thought up an excuse for not doing his Divinations homework. Why did these two prats have to show up?

"Oooh, not very nice" Fred (or was it George?) exclaimed. Ron saw the look in there sparkling eyes and shuddered. Out of all his family, including his mother, Ron feared these two the most. There angelic faces were only betrayed by the pure, undiluted evil.

Well, perhaps not evil. But certainly some other close proximity!

Taking a seat either side of Ron, he tried to block them out. Food. Deliciously large amounts of glorious food, his for the taking with no Hermione here to nag him. "Hungry Ron?" He grunted his reply.

"We've got just the thing for you then, isn't that right Fred?"

"Right George"

Ron spluttered noisily, bacon flying out in all directions as the Weasley twins took cover. One hand on his throat, the other a lot pointing accusingly at the twins as he rose form his sitting position Ron backed away shaking his head dramatically. "Keep away from me!" He shouted, as the twins looked at each other in feigned innocence. Ron lowered his shaking finger, ears flushing red when as he heard the loud malicious laughter coming from the other end of the hall. Spinning round on his heel Ron starred as Draco Malfoy strutted over like the smug git he was. His entire body began heating up at once, stomach churning angrily, as he felt his deep, open hatred for the boy walking towards him begin to spill out of his features. Ron opened his mouth to tell the slimy little prick to fuck off but stopped, jaw dropping open in surprise.

Malfoy's eyes were red. Dark shadows had formed under his eyes making his usually flawless pale skin seem tainted somehow. But his eyes were definitely puffed and sore looking. Had… had he been crying?! Ron's stomach began churning again, only this time for a completely different reason. And… Jesus, had Draco lost weight? His body, although visibly muscular under his tight fitting close, seemed somehow smaller than when Ron had last seen him.

"What the fuck are you looking at Weasel?" Draco spat. "And where's your precious Potter this morning?" He snarled Harry's name as though it was the filthiest word he could think of, rather than Ron's best friend in the world. The red head felt the anger and hatred beginning to well up inside him again, his clenched fists shaking in anger. "Watch your mouth, Malfoy," He hissed through tightly clenched teeth. And too think he'd actually felt sorry for this sleazy bastard! Malfoy's eye's flashed brightly. "Maybe he's run off with that filthy mudblood Granger, or perhaps… the pretty little sister of yours" Malfoy's face curled into a grin, Ron felt his whole body clench up. The fit. The stupid, ferret faced, cunting, bastard git!

He felt Fred and George grab his arms hurriedly; obviously worried that he was going to kill Malfoy. Kill Malfoy. Hmmm… There had never been two words that fit together as well as those two. With one simple pull, he broke free of his brothers. As if they could really pin him down, the size difference was laughable. With one last glance behind him to see his brothers shocked faces look up at him from the floor, he pounced.

Draco – My Gryffindore

Draco sat, head bent over the letter he'd received moments before. He wasn't going to cry, he'd be damn if he, a Malfoy, would cry. His shoulders shook with rage, hatred, pain and the smallest bit of fear. Sitting up straight he hissed angrily at himself for acting like such a pansy and reread the letter clutched in his shaking, no not shaking, slightly unsteady hand.

"Draco,

You disappoint me. You mother and I, after great consideration, decided to allow you to join the family "business".

We made this decision because we believed you were ready for it; mature enough to handle the responsibilities that came with this. We see now that we were mistaken. When this year ends you will leave Hogwarts for good. And you will, whether you choose to or not, join your mother and I in the fight. The mark is now burned onto your skin; you can't escape your future.

Lucius."

This was it. He was, for want of a better word, completely screwed. He remembered, with unwelcome clarity, the agonising night they'd stolen him from his bed and burned that filthy thing into his perfect porcelain skin. Right after that he'd left, telling his mother and father that he'd never become something as pathetically uncouth as a slave to their supposed Dark Lord. He was a Malfoy for fucks sake, and Malfoy's did not serve. He thought, with a jolt of anger, of his wretched father grumbling for mercy from that snake-faced git; and shuddered. Then of his mother. Draco's eyes began to burn, as he furiously blinked. Malfoy's don't cry damn it!!

Then he heard it. "Keep away from me!". The sound was practically orgasmic. Rising from his seat, running a sleeve quickly over his eyes, Malfoy opened his mouth allowing his loud laughter to fill the hall. He strutted slowly towards the pale faced boy in front of him. Malfoy took all of Ron in greedily. The red haired boy stood, mouth hanging open in shock. God, did he knows how well that confused innocent look suited his features? His exquisite blue eyes widened. For a moment Malfoy lost himself with images of the Gryffindore, no, his Gryffindore with that same incredibly alluring dazed expression as Draco ran a tongue skill fully over his jaw causing him to gasp in pleasure. God what Draco would give to feel that boys slender, burly body pressed against his. To press his cold lips against the crevice of Weasley's strong back. To see if those adorably tempting freckles were anywhere else on his body…

Why was the Weasel looking at him like that? Looking at his eyes. Did he think he'd been crying? Did he dare pity him? Gorgeous or no, not even his Weasley could dare presume he was weak enough to cry. "What the fuck are you looking at Weasel?" Draco's eyes flared with anger.

"And where's your precious Potter this morning?" Even saying his name taste bad. Potter, the boy who lived. Dumbledore's fucking little pet. Draco felt a surge of pleasure run through him as he saw Weasley's anger flare. Oh, how he loved to see that irresistible face twist in anger, and that perfect body shake with fury over him.

"Watch you mouth, Malfoy" he hissed the words with such hatred. Draco smirked in amusement. God the ginger bastard was stunning when he was livid.

"Maybe he's run off with that filthy mudblood, or perhaps… the pretty little sister of yours" How he hated the disgusting mudblood Granger. How dare she touch his Weasley with those filthy hands of hers. If she soiled him, Draco would rip her limp from muggle-loving limb. As for the sister, well she wasn't a patch on his Gryffindore, but he liked the way her blue eyes sparkled in a similar way to the Weasels.

Draco looked up to see two older Weasley brothers holding Weasley back. He sneered; did they really think they could keep him for long? He was right, with in seconds Weasley had used hat brute strength of his to knock them flying. And then he flew at him. Draco snarled in shock, his normally composed face reflecting his surprise as he found himself pinned against the wall of the great hall. Weasley's heaving, breathless chest was pressed against his, one arm across his throat, other raised as though in mid punch. He had an aura of danger about him that turned Draco on so much he almost moaned at the orgasmic feeling of the bigger boys body pressed against his.

Draco regained control of his face, a true Malfoy talent, making himself seem coolly uncaring. This seemed to spur the red head on. "Don't…talk…about…her…that…way" he hissed through tightly clenched teeth. The feeling of that cool, ragged breath against Draco's face was enough to spark off his greedy imagination as dream Rom came back, strutting that perfectly angled body suggestively.

Shit.

Focus Draco!!! Raising one eyebrow calmly, "Which one?"

This stumped the red head, as he knew it would. His predictably childish moods were a turn on for Draco. The taller boy merely stood there, gawping at Draco. He saw his opportunity, pushing his shoulder in the red heads chin he managed to spin him, so that he had him pinned against the wall. Something he'd often fantasised about. In a single moment of stupidity he found himself grinding into the Weasel, eyes drinking him in hungrily.

Before Weasley could register what Draco had done the two older Weasley's grabbed Draco by the arms pulling him off. How fucking dare they touch him? Who did they think they were, filthy little ingrates. Realising with mortification what he's just done to Weasley, in plane view of others, Draco snatched his arms back snarling, "Keep your disgusting hands off me". Ron merely stood, open mouthed in shock.

He started at the twins in great dislike, trying to discover how much they'd seen. Judging from there facial expressions, anger and shock at being throw off (again), they had only seen him pin there brother. But what about the Weasel? Surely the fact that Draco had thrust a certain part of his anatomy onto him couldn't of gone totally unnoticed. He growled inwardly at the thought, the Malfoy's were a gifted family, for many reasons. Weasley simply allowed his mouth to hang there for a few more seconds back shakily saying "Just… just fuck off Malfoy" He then swiftly left the Great Hall.

Shit. He'd really fucked things up now.