A/N: Hey folks!! I'm changing the way I am writing this story...just a smidge, though :) I'm not writing it in 1st person any more because that's WAY too confusing when it comes down to it...I hope that's okay with you all :)

Disclaimer: The Hogwarts Gang are J.K.'s toys. I just like to play with them...

Warning: This is male/male SLASH, folks. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that. If you do like it, however, please read it :)

Ronald Weasley woke up in a bed that wasn't his own, in a room that was foreign to the room he usually wakes up in. He immediately stood up and looked around, racking his brain to remember why he was here. Oh. Right. He must have forgotten for a moment that my 'friends' were too busy with their own lives to support him in his. He got pissed and came to this room. He sat on the couch and that's pretty much the last thing he remembered. He supposed he must have ambled over to the bed sometime to go to sleep, but he didn't really remember that much. He did have the weirdest dream, too. He dreamt that he was kissing... someone. It's kind of vague, but it felt bloody good. He shrugged, supposing the stress was just getting to him.

Eventually, he made his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Thank god it was empty, as was the boy's dormitory. He didn't really feel like talking to any of them right now. Slowly, he changed his clothes and relaxed on his own bed, trying to remember the strange dream. His thoughts were interrupted a groaning stomach. Bugger. Getting up off the bed, he walked towards the Great Hall, not too excited to see the other Gryffindors, especially Hermione and Harry.

When Ron finally got to the great hall, he was excited to see that mostly everyone had left so there was plenty of space for him to sit far away from everyone else in his house. He was staring irritably at his toast, trying to muster up the energy to butter it himself when two bodies sat in front of him.

"Oy, Ron. Where were you this morning? I didn't see you in the room?" Harry Potter questioned.

"Yes, I've never known you to wake up that early in the morning for anything." Hermione Granger added.

Ron grunted. "Like you two bloody care."

A gasp was heard from Hermione "Ron!! How could you say such a thing? Of course we care!"

Ron chuckled harshly. "Yeah riiiight. Yep. That's why you were so supportive last night."

"Huh?" Harry's face was bunched up in confusion

The look on Ron's face was a blend of devastating hurt and red-hot anger. "You don't even remember?!?"

"Ronald." Hermione said, as if scolding a young child "You should know better than to interrupt me while I'm studying, I like to concentrate on what I'm working on."

"Yeah, mate," Harry added on, as though he and Hermione were completely in the right "And I was really tired. Why don't you just tell us now? I promise we'll both listen to you."

Ron's face was blood red. He was shaking so bad, his glass of pumpkin juice fell and spilled all over the table. Ron ignored it and stared at his two 'friends'. "Oh. You'll listen NOW?!? Not last night when I decided it was time to tell you probably the most important thing I will ever tell you in my life. I'm glad my 'friends' will be there to listen to me whenever THEY want to!!!" Ron didn't notice that his voice had rose to an amazingly loud volume and the entire great hall sat quietly, half interested in what was making the Golden Trio fight and half afraid of Ron, who looked like he could kill a troll just by looking at it.

Hermione looked taken aback. "Ron, you don't understand-"

"You are fucking right. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I don't understand how two of my supposed best friends can sit there, basking in their own glory while that other kid in the trio sits there and just wants to have his best friends there for him while he comes around to one of the most important things in his LIFE. I don't fucking understand AT ALL." Ron jumped up, knocking the food in front of him over and storming out of the great hall.

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Ron fled straight to "His Room" as he now called it. He didn't know why, but he just felt like it was there just for him. One of the few things that was. He sat on the familiar couch and stared at the stone walls around him. He wasn't sure whether he should take out his anger on that wall or break down and cry. Bugger that. Ron Weasley doesn't cry. He walked over to the wall and, closing his eyes and his fist, he attempted to punch a hole in the stone wall. He heard a sickening crunch and then an intense pain in his hand, then a numbness washed over his arm. He continued to punch the wall over and over until all of his adrenaline had drained and he sank to the floor. A pair of perfectly shined leather shoes appeared on the floor in front of him.

"Quite a show you put on at breakfast, Weasley." a smooth voice drawled.

"Bugger off, Malfoy. I am not in the mood to put up with your shit right now." Ron looked up, locking gazes with the boy. Draco's face softened at the sight of the miserable redhead at his feet. He knelt down next to Ron, taking the broken, bleeding hand in his, inspecting the damage. "Had quite a bout with the wall, didn't we?"

"What the bloody fuck are you doing, Malfoy?" Ron hissed, trying to pull his now throbbing hand away from Draco. This was unsuccessful since Draco was holding his hand by the wrist.

"Ron," Draco said, taking the redhead by surprise. The use of his first name sounding both foreign and beautiful coming from Draco's lips. "In case you haven't noticed, you can't exactly fix this by yourself, as this is your wand hand. I'm helping you, you dolt." Draco took out his wand and starting mending the bones in Ron's fingers. He added quietly, "And I know how you feel."

Ron glared daggers at Draco. "Yeah. Like you bloody know how I feel. I really believe that, Malfoy. Now, how about telling me why you're really here."

"I do know." Draco said, locking gazes with the Ron as he conjured gauze and wrapped Ron's bleeding knuckles. "I practically lived with 200 death eaters that I hated and worked for 250 Order members that hated me. I know how you feel."

Ron nodded silently in understanding. When his knuckles were wrapped up, he felt Draco tie the gauze and leave his hands on Ron's longer than was necessary. A cool shiver ran down Ron's spine. Draco stood up and helped Ron up, pulling him to a standing position using his good hand.

"Thanks." Ron muttered. With that one word, a dark light seemed to radiate from Draco, his eyes taking on a predatory gleam. He took a step toward Ron. Ron took a step backward. Draco took another step forward. Ron took another step backward. This pattern continued until Ron felt the back of his knees ram into the bed. Draco took one last step forward and wrapped an arm around Ron's torso. He pulled the boy to him and pushed forward again, so that they both toppled onto the bed.

"Malfoy what the blo-" Ron's words were cut off by Draco's lips, crushing into his. All protesting thoughts were wiped clean. All Ron could think about was how kissing Draco was like a birthday, Saturday morning, and Christmas all rolled into one euphoric action. When Draco's lips left Ron's, an angry groan escaped his chest, but was quickly turned into a contented moan. Oh bloody hell. The blonde had his hands up the bottom of Ron's shirt, exploring his stomach as his mouth was sprinkling feathery kisses around his earlobe, down his neck, then to the top of Ron's white button-down shirt. Right when Ron thought he couldn't take any more, Draco started undoing the buttons on Ron's shirt...with his teeth. After about 3 or 4 buttons were undone, Draco's mouth explored the top of Ron's chest, paying attention to every single freckle that was sprinkled across his skin. Ron writhed on the bed, wanting so bad to return his lips to Draco. He thought his insides were going to burst when Draco started lightly nibbling at his collar bone. "Sweet Merlin, Draco."

At the use of his first name, Draco's head snapped up and a look of panic crossed his face. He jumped off of the bed and started pacing the floor. "Bloody hell, Ron. What are you doing to me?"

Ron propped himself up on his elbows, frustrated. "If I'm not mistaken, Malfoy, you were equally invested in those activities a moment ago. In fact, you were the one who initiated the scene." He smiled, proud that his "Word-A-Day Calendar" had vastly expanded his vocabulary.

"That's not what I ment..." Draco sighed, pulling his wand out of his back pocket and pointing it at Ron. "I am so sorry..."

"Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you doi-"

"Obliviate."

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A/N: I love reviews, and I love my reviewers. So here is my dedication to you all :)

HunnyBunnyPie: Heh. Yeah, the title kind of ruined the element of surprise there, didn't it...I'm really happy you like it :)

Sarah: Your review made me squee. You rock. I'm glad you like it, and no it's not a one-shot. I am a sucker for happy endings :-P

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Also, IvySnowe, my awesome beta and friend. This fic would not be possible without her.