Hey folks! Well Chapter 7 is up :)

And I'm writing chapter 8 at the moment too! Sorry its only a short chapter, but don't worry chapter 8 is going to be very long. For those of you who are, as am I, lets say "Graphic" slahs fans the next couple of chapters will get especially interesting for you. Oh; I also forgot to put this a while back so let me add it now

Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I suggest that any of the characters are homosexual.

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JunJun

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Draco - A Malfoy always gets his way

Draco stared at his Weasley, who had appeared like some brilliant god and stood, glorious and sexy only a few feet away. His mind raced. How on EARTH had he found him?

Dumbledore had told him that no one would be able to find him here, that the room of requirment had been set so that only a select few would be able to find... That bastard. That genius bastard.

"H-How did you get in here?" Draco stared at Ron, watching with great enjoyment as his face flushed a deep, beautiful red. He knew enough about the room of requirment to know that it revealed to people exactly what they wanted. Draco allowed his eyes to drink in the Weasel, a smugness setting over his features. He, of course, was exactly what Weasley wanted.

"Urrm.. I don't know really. I was just pacing and thinking and then the door just kinda… appeared." Ron looked at the floor awkwardly. You were thinking about me weren't you Weasel? Draco straightened his body, examening the wall directly behind Weasleys head, "So Weasel, you found me did you?" he said cooly, feeling a tingle of excitement wash over his body as Rons face, beautiful and devistated, looked dejectedly at Draco.

"Well, did you want anything? I have things to do you know" Yes Weasley, you do want me. You crave me.

Draco smiled smugly to himself before turning on his heel and walking casually towards his dresser. Fidling idly with the knobs to look as though he were busy. He wanted Weasley to suffer for a few moments longer."Urm.. no not really." Draco stopped, body turning ridgid. The complete devistation and pain in the Weasel's voice shook him. He sounded so... sad.

Draco turned to stare at Ron, who was examining his shoes intently. A sudden swell of emotion that Draco could not place threatened to overtake him, and before he could stop himself he was walking forwards; towards Ron.

What was he going to do? Comfort him? Malfoys don't comfort! Draco was appalled at his own behaviour, but somehow could not stop himself; "Ron" the word tasted so good in his mouth, sweet like honey and bitter like poisen. A beautiful, tragic poisen. He knew he had to say it. Say something. Anything.

"Ron...I..." Draco was cut of, as Ron reached forward a hand and wiped the hair from his face, the warmth of his fingers causing an expectant shiver to run through Draco's spine. His breathing hard as his body pressed against Draco's own, Ron's hand clutching his wrist.

Excitment ran through Draco's body, and as Ron's lips touched his he lost all sense of control. Dragging the taller boys body backwards, and down on to the large comfortable bed that only a few hours before reminded Draco of just how alone he really was, he forced every inch of himself into Ron's body. He felt as though his own body was melting in to the Weasels, and pulled himself back desperate to examin the god like body he'd waited so long for. Hastily, but skillfully, ripping open Ron's shirt he stared at the open panal of chest it had revealed. Fucking sexy, tempting, beautiful, poor as shit, gorgeous bastard. How dare he make Draco want him so badly.

If it wasn't for his body, he wouldnt bother with him at all. I mean, it's not like he gave a fuck about the Weasel anyway. He was just a common street rodent. A poor sod who couldn't even afford clothes that fit. Dracos mind thought of how Ron's body looked in those tight, worn clothes. Remembered how it looked to see his chest straining against that fucking shirt, daring to conceal itself from Draco. Leaning forward to continue Draco stared in horror at Ron. His face, half resting into the pillow, eyes closed, mouth open. How DARE he fall asleep! how dare that cheap, pathetic bastard fall asleep whilst with Draco Malfoy!

Draco's hand twichted towards his back pocket, he considered stunning him awake; or else beating him to death with his wand.

Staring down at Ron's sleeping face Draco was left wordless. Fine let the bastard sleep, I don't fucking care. Its not like I dont want to wake him up because he looks cute; I just can't be arsed is all. Twat.

Sliding elegantly off the sleeping boy; Draco headed towards the sofa, wonering if any good muggle shows were on.