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Draco – It's okay, I suppose.

Draco lay silently on the bed he had known for almost five years, for what could be the last time, his eyes forced together in an unsuccessful effort to keep from crying, as he had been doing all day. Wait, no. Not crying, Malfoy's don't fucking cry. Draco turned his head and gazed at the box on the desk besides his bed. Thinking about what was in it was almost to painful for him, and so with a resigned sigh, he turned his head away, allowing his heavy eyes to drift shut again. That damn bastard Lucius. He, Draco, was the traitor? Better that then a brainless follower, too afraid to defend even his own son. To afraid to stop them from hurting his mother. To afraid to stop them from killing...

That fucking bastard! What did Hades have to do with anything anyway? Stifling a sob, Draco sat up, reaching carefully for the box. Once retrieved he rested it upon his knees, then carefully lifted the lid.

Inside where the brutally severed remains of his glorious Eagle owl Hades. Luscius would fucking pay, he had not raised his son, Draco sneered as he thought this, to be the spineless coward that Luscius had turned in to.

Returning the box to his desk, Draco drew himself up and stared out the window. Unable to see much other than the shadowed outlines of the castles vast turrets and towers due to the thick stream of blackened clouds, he allowed his thoughts to wonder to Weasley. To remember what his was like to have him moaning beneath him, to feel his hot, sweet breath against Draco's cool pale skin. To feel his burning lips frantically kiss and nip at Draco's face and mouth in a desperate attempt to keep their shaking bodies as close as possible. Adjusting idly the throbbing erection he now felt growing beneath his robes, he allowed thoughts of the day he'd get that damn weasel in his in his bed. Smiling half heartedly, he thought about Ron's angry bewildered face when Dumbledore had announced Draco's father wanted him back. Thought of how he declared no so matter-of-factly, in that hotheaded childish way of his. He truly was an idiot. But a damn sexy, tempting as fuck idiot that Draco was determined to have.

Draco allowed his eyes to give the room one last sweep, then turning slowly he grabbed his trunk and left the room without looking back; the box still laying open on his desk.

*

Draco looked around his new living quarters. A large double bed, red sofa, pictures and bookshelves stacked high, a small bathroom adjoining the bedroom, and a kitchenette separated by a corner wall. Not bad. Draco smiled to himself, who would of thought he'd en dup living in the room of requirements.

According to Dumbledore every spell available to stop others from accidentally stumbling upon it had been placed here to "protect" him. Draco sniffed. As if he needed Dumbledore and his fucking adoring fans babysitting him. Draco could take care of himself. He'd unpacked each of his things slowly and carefully, placing them one at a time in various draws, atop shelves, on bedside tables. His broom lay stood again the wall by his sofa, adjacent to which was a muggle television set. He's been watching muggle shows all day, and refused to admit allowed he found them quite entertaining.

Draco sat on the bed, sighing for the umpteenth time. For the time being Dumbledore had removed him from all his lessons, he was expected to hide out her and not leave the room until after lights out in case any of the other students saw him. As far as they were aware he had returned home to deal with some family matters. Although he was sure they'd talk. He could just imagine their faces twisted in delight as they each took a guess at the truth. Maybe they'd think he'd gone to join his father. Or perhaps he had a secret lover. Maybe they'd think he got expelled and Luscius had, had it covered up for fear of family embarrassment.

A highly likely story.

His brow furrowing in annoyance he kicked a stray cauldron besides his bed, barely flinching as it clattered nosily around the room. He, Draco Malfoy, had succumb to thinking of idle gossip? Had he really sunk so low? Where was Weasley when you needed-

Draco raised his wand, pointing it at the now opening door a few feet from him. Who the hell? Only him and Dumbledore know he's here and he knew it wasn't Dumbledore because he'd gone today. Out "investigating". Draco didn't see why he couldn't come; it was about him after all. Ancient bastard.

His fingers unintentionally released their grip on his wand, as it fell to the ground Draco looked up in shock, managing only a small, "oh;" as it hit the floor.

Ron – This is all a total… accident.

From wondered through the halls of Hogwarts feeling as though he were nothing but a ghost. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the now worn note he'd found on his desk that morning.

"Dear Mr. Weasley;

I would like to inform that for his own safe keeping, the student Draco Malfoy has been hidden in a very secure place. We are unsure as to when he will be returning and therefore, I request that you do not share the events of our meeting. Do not worry, he is being kept in a safe location.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore,

P.S Good day for a stroll isn't it?"

Safe keeping? A secure location? Just what had they done with him, shoved him in a trunk! Ron paced angrily. How dare he! How dare that bastard just take off, without even saying goodbye? Or…

Why was Ron being left out? Hadn't Dumbledore been the one to say that he should keep an eye on Malfoy, hadn't he?! And what the hell was with all that "good day for a stroll" bs? Had Dumbledore actually popped a cauldron? I mean what was he going to do? Just… not see Draco anymore? ..Ever?

Running a rough sleeve hastily over his eyes Ron turned for the third time to continue his pacing but stopped dead. What the fuck?

The wall was slowly opening up to show a small, inconspicuous door. Reaching for the handle slowly Ron began to push it upon, a cold excitement running through him. He heard the splintery clatter of the wand first, followed shortly by a shocked voice, "oh;".

He stood there, tall and slender, wearing a long sleeved black turtle neck and close fitting dark pants and looking more like a goddess than anyone had the right too. Ron stared, mouth hanging open in shock, before taking an embarrassed step forward and pushing the door shut behind him. "Erm… Hi." Hi? What was he stupid? Here he'd been thinking about how much he wanted to see… errr just make sure Malfoy was alright, and his opportunity had come to him as if from the heavens (or Dumbledore) and all he could say was hi?

Ron shrugged uncomfortably, shifting from one foot to the other. It seemed Malfoy still had recomposed his features. He merely stared at Ron, a mask of shock portrayed on his face. "H-how did you get in here?!" he spluttered. Ron felt a jolt of pain, and quickly tried to stop it showing on his face.

"Urrm.. I don't know really. I was just pacing and thinking and then the door just kinda… appeared." Ron stared at the floor dejectedly. Here he'd been missing Draco, and he didn't even care.

Ron looked up, eyes wide and full of hurt. Draco looked at him, his features suddenly turning unreadable. Slowly he reached down for his wand, replacing it in his back pocket. "So Weasel, you found me did you?" he said cuttingly, Ron flinched, eyes stinging. Why was he being like this? Draco stepped forward, staring at Ron, the usual sneer on his face. "Well, did you want anything? I have things to do you know" Draco turned and began doing something in his drawer that Ron couldn't see.

"Urm.. no not really." Ron stumbled over the words, embarrassment and rejection washing over him in painful waves. Staring at his feet he concentrated completely on the scuffed up sides, and mud flecks stuck to them.

Bastard… Why the fuck did he have to open his mouth? Ron inwardly cursed himself.

"Ron…" Ron's breath cut short. His heart pounding he looked up, Draco was about half a meter away. Fuck… did he just say his name? "Ron.. I…" Draco's eyes locked on Ron's. Confused? Scared, even?

Taking a step forward Ron reached out a shaking hand, and clumsily swept the hair from Draco's eyes, then wrappings his fingers around Draco's wrist. Pushing his body into Draco's, he leaned in uncertainly.

Ron vaguely remembered being pulled onto a bed at some pint, but if you asked him how he'd gotten to that point he couldn't of answered. The feel of Draco's fingers ripping at his clothes was surreal to Ron, as he closed his eyes for a moment, allowing pleasure to sweep over his body…