Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the only person that can claim rights to the genius that is Harry Potter.

Warning: Slash, Yaoi, naughty language

"You didn't have to hit him so many times."

"Yes, I did."

"You put him in the Hospital Wing. With a concussion and two black eyes."

"He shouldn't have left you like that."

"..."

"Draco."

"That's not the point, Blaise! How am I supposed to get him to accept me if my best friend beats the crap out of him?"

"Look, we've talked about this before. I warned him, if he hurt you again, I was going to hurt him. Fair trade."

"It's not, Blaise. He didn't...I wasn't."

"I swear, Draco, if you say that he didn't hurt you, I'll get really angry."

Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were currently in Draco's room sitting on his bed. The blonde had his arms crossed and was the very picture of 'you fucking screwed up and I'm going to make you pay'. Blaise on the other hand was trying to be nonchalant and leaning back against the foot of the bed. The only mark of his irritation was the stiff way he held his shoulders.
It was only a day after Ron had his second encounter with Blaise and had ended up in the Hospital Wing, once again under Madam Pomphrey's tender mercies. Draco was not amused.

"Blaise, it really wasn't that big of a de-"

"If you finish that sentence, I will cut you off of firewhiskey for a month."

"But it wasn't!"

"Stop whining. It was a big deal. It took you WEEKS to even talk about it to me."

"Yeah, but-"

"No 'but's, Malfoy. I warned him. He ignored my warning. It's all fair in love and best friends."

Draco knew he was defeated in this arguement, but he still wouldn't go down without a fight. "You are a first class smartass."

Blaise's face burst out into a the biggest smile Draco had ever seen. "Objectively I am very smart, though it has nothing to do with my ass."

"Fucker."

"Heh." Blaise's grin slowly morphed into a smug grin "Discuss that with Rachael. I'm sure she would agree."

"You're still seeing that Ravenclaw girl?"

"I haven't hit my maximum 3.7 weeks yet."

"Ah. I see. I still hate you."

"No you don't."

As usual, unable to argue that point (and he had tried, many times) Draco just made a face and dropped down onto his bed, pulling a pillow across his face in an attempt to hide.

"Smothering yourself won't work. I'd just be asshole enough to save your ungrateful life." You could practically hear the smug smile in the others voice.

"It never ends!"

A few hours later, Draco had decided to visit Ron. It was already late and after curfew so there was a large chance that the redhead would already be asleep. Blaise went with him, frowning the entire way, until he broke off and went down a different corridor that ran through the Ravenclaw section.

"Meet here in an hour?" Draco asked quietly.

"Better make it three." The other boy said with a smirk.

Draco rolled his eyes and quietly snuck on the balls of his feet (because Malfoys do not "tiptoe") to the hospital wing and opened the door quietly. He looked over at the sleeping redhead and gasped. He looked like he got run over by a herd of Hippogriffs. "Blaise, you moron." Draco muttered under his breath.

He glanced around to make sure the mistress of the Hospital wasn't around before making his way over to the bed holding the damaged Weasley.

"Just in case you're pretending to be asleep again, I wanted you to know that I didn't have Blaise beat you up for me. That was all him. He said that he warned you not to hurt me...I don't know anymore, Ron. I don't regret choosing you over my father and the Dark Lord. Honestly, it's the first time I chose something for myself, without caring what everyone else would think...it's just extremely lonely. I don't know why I expected any different, really, but I guess we've both made our decisions about this. Thank you, for helping me learn what's right." Unable to resist it any longer, Draco leaned forward and claimed Ron's lips with his own, and, before he could regret his actions, he walked slowly out of the room.

Ron's eyes fluttered open and he groaned at the soreness of his body. He watched Draco leave the hospital wing and tentatively touched a hand to his lips. "Well, shit."

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