Hey guys, I'm sorry for the delay! I really will start being more regular one of these days *facepalm*

So, I hope you like the new chapter! I just want to explain something to everyone! I don't think I've made the point very clear, it's their sixth year at Hogwarts!

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Ron – Poisoned

Ron crept into his dorm room, well aware of his other sleeping roommates. He stopped briefly at the sound of Neville snoring, then preceded again towards his bed. Once he reached it he kicked off his shoes and threw himself face first into the covers shaking with anger. He hadn't realized how late it had gotten, he must have slept for hours in the room of requirement. Not that he should be surprised, the day Draco disappeared from lessons with nothing more than a 'left for home difficulties' excuse Ron hadn't slept a wink. He'd spent half his time trailing around the castle, as if hoping to bump into his in one of the corridors.

He'd even lost his appetite. Hermione's face when he'd left the Great Hall without having touched a single thing flashed in his mind. She kept signalling Harry with her eyes, but Harry said nothing. He just stared at Ron most of the time, his brows furrowed as if trying to understand some great secret. They'd barely spoken a word since Ron had gone after Draco that night. Great the fucking Ferret was ruining his relationship with his best friend too! Ron rolled over onto his stomach and stifled a gasp.

Harry was sat up on his bed, holding perfectly still, watching the red head. Ron sat up, looking guiltily at Harry. "Harry mate I… I was.." Ron started, flushing. Harry stared at him, sadness in his eyes. "You were with him weren't you." It wasn't a question.

Ron turned to face forwards, pulling his knee's up and wrapping his arms around them. From the corner of his eye he saw Harry watching him. "I couldn't help it" Ron's voice came out a whisper. He felt the pain from his long evening suddenly fresh and unbearable, his eyes glazed over. "The bastard" Ron's voice broke.

Harry had his arms around Ron in seconds, the comfortably awkward embrace somehow made it easier, and Ron allowed himself to cry for a while. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from Ron. He seemed to be having difficulty saying something, Ron didn't pressure him, the silence was okay. "Do you love him?" The question took Ron by surprise, was he so transparent? His body suddenly felt very hot, for a few moments he couldn't speak. "Oh fuck Harry, he needs me" Ron clenched his knuckles, how did it all get so fucked up?

Harry turned to face him slowly, he understood. "Right well, that's okay" he forced a smile. Ron's draw dropped, he stared at Harry, "B-but… I'm… I mean, well… I'm g-gay Harry" Ron stammered around the word. "That doesn't bother you?" Harry's face wrinkled in confusion, he stared at Ron as if he'd gone crazy "No Ron, you're my best friend" Ron thought for a moment." "But.. Then why were you acting so… weird? I thought… well I though, that maybe…" Ron trailed off looking sheepish. "Jesus Ron, I don't have a problem with the fact you're – gay. It's just, I mean, Draco" Ron flinched.

"Shit sorry mate, I'm just... Adjusting. That's all" Harry smiled, but with more meaning this time. Ron felt good, optimistic even. Yes, he loved Draco. That was okay, and he thought… No, he was sure Draco loved him too.

It was all going to be okay.

Draco – Unimaginable Consequences

"This is so totally not okay!" Draco stuck his nose up in the air, a very immature gesture he knew, but still he felt like being childish. It was all just so… So, unfair! Dumbledore's chuckle only infuriated him more. "What the hell were you thinking making that… that damn Weasel, that fucking Gryffindore bastard… how could you let him of all people… My father will be hear-" Draco stopped, for one brief moment he was completely winded with pain. Dumbledore's soft eyes sparked Draco's anger. How dare that fucking bastard pity him, a Malfoy! Draco's body shook with rage, he fumbled clumsily for his wand stashed in his back pocket, disorientated by his fury. Draco's body wouldn't move, he willed as hard as he could and turned his menacing glare towards Dumbledore who stared back calmly, that bastard.

Dumbledore smiled at him, Draco concentrated his anger into his eyes, release me or die. Dumbledore chuckled as though he understood, the bastard probably did. "Can you restrain yourself Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore smiled at him, Draco's upper lip twitched slightly, I'm going to cut your dick off and eat it. Dumbledore chuckled again.

Draco's body suddenly felt light, as though a great wait had been lifted, the shock making him stumble slightly. He rearranged himself, keeping his face tight, "If you're done I have some business to attend to" He stalked off and threw himself onto the sofa radiating anger. He could feel Dumbledore's smile boring into the back of his skull, fuck off you beardy git.

When Draco was sure he was alone he curled up on the sofa, his body tightly held together into a small ball. He cursed himself under his breath; it had been 5 days since he'd last seen his Weasley and everyday the strange new emotion he had began to feel became stronger. Draco didn't like being uneasy and had, many times, gone into fits of rage fueled by anger he felt towards the red head. How dare he make Draco Malfoy feel so on edge. He was frustrated by not knowing what was wrong with him, why his chest felt so tight, why he watched his watch ticking by slowly everyday with a strange sense of loss at each passing second. Why he spent so many hours sat on this very couch staring at the door Draco didn't know. A small voice inside his head screamed the answer at him but Draco squashed, flattened, trampled and forced that thought away. It was wrong. He, Draco Malfoy, sat around for no one. He did not long for blood traitors with fiery red hair and deep blue eyes. He did not love. With a pang Draco thought of his mother. The one light he had, had in his dismal life, his loving mother who had done her best to protect Draco from the Dark Lord, from his own father.

Draco was very still for a moment thinking about what he had lost. The silence crushed him.

And sitting there alone in the small, silent room, Draco made a decision. Weasley would be his, in every sense of the word. For Draco could not stand to watch another touch his body, kiss his lips; wrap their arms around him. He would be Draco's, no matter the cost.

Harry – A thought process

Harry was adjusting. Yes, that was why he felt like this. That was why every time he awoke to see Ron's empty bed in the middle of the night he felt a pang in his heart. That was why the thought of where he was and who he was with gave him a hollow, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't.

Harry stared at his plate, pushing potatoes around and around in some odd sort of dance. Harry thought of Ron and Draco. Ron loved him, that much was obvious. Harry thought of the last time he'd felt like this. Felt anger, pain and sadness from watching two people together. Cedric and Cho. At first he'd thought he was jealous of Cedric, but realized, only too late, that it had been Cho he had envied.

Cedric's large muscular arms, his soft refined features, the depth of his eyes. By the time Harry had realized his feelings for Cedric there was no time left, moments before grabbing the TriWizard cup his heart had raced joyfully at the thought of emerging victorious, Cedric at his side. But of course it had not worked out that way, and Harry, with great difficulty, forced back the tears that had clouded his vision. His love for Cedric could not bring him back, he knew that much. Harry had never confided with Ron or Hermione the depth of his feelings for the elder Hufflepuff, nor had he ever found out if those feelings were returned. Oddly enough the only person asides from Harry who had known, or guessed would be a better word, about his feelings for Cedric was his cousin Dudley. 'Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?'

Harry thought of the possibility that perhaps he now felt that way about his closest friend, then shoved the thought violently from his mind. He was only concerned about Ron's feelings; he deeply mistrusted Malfoy and found it hard even now to believe that Ron had fallen the slimy git. But Harry had to admit, there was a new happiness about Ron these days, he always appeared to be smiling. On an odd occasion Harry had found him trembling with anger upon returning his secret visit to Malfoy, but Harry could always detect a note of affection in the anger. Harry wondered if Ron knew what he'd got himself into. Malfoy was not, as Harry knew him, the most loving of people. In fact, the only real person Harry had ever seen Malfoy show love towards was his mother.

Well; he'd be a Hippogriffs wife if it worked out. With that thought Harry left the table and slowly exited the castle.