Disclaimer: The usual. They no belong to us.

Warning: Slash, yaoi, male/male. A smidge of violence and language.

Ron opened the door of the hospital wing. "I need a full check-up. Make sure I am not under ANY curse whatsoever, please"

The words surprised the matron who moved from behind a curtained bed, telling the student that he was fine and could leave, but she quickly readied her wand, while ushering Ron to a bed and having him lie down in order to scan his entire body.

The words also surprised the patient lying on the bed behind the curtains. He waited long enough until Ron's eyes had closed before rushing out of the Hospital Wing to inform the others what Ron had requested.

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"Dean are you sure?" Draco heard Granger ask as he passed the Gryffindor table.

"He is getting a complete check up for any kind of curse." Dean replied.

"So he does realise that something is wrong." Harry murmered.
Draco's heart dropped at their words as he continued on, hidden by a small group of Ravenclaws who were heading out of the Great Hall now that dinner was over.
Blaise tried to catch his attention, but was surprised when he was ignored. He shot a look at the Gryffindor table and noticed the lack of one Ron Weasley. Understanding that something must be wrong with his friend, Blaise stood and quickly caught up with him outside the Great Hall.

--

"What's wrong with you?"

"He thinks he's cursed."

"What? Who?"

"Ron. The Golden Gaggle of Gryffindors told him that I put a curse on him to make him want to be with me. So he is at the hospital wing now getting checked out"
Blaise could only stand there, stunned at what his friend revealed to him.
"What? I thought you guys cleared this up already"
"So did I," he spat bitterly, "I guess the idiots convinced him otherwise"
Blaise shook his head, sure that something more had to be going on, but Draco was just too blind to see it. He never thought he'd have to do this again, but it seemed so...

--

Blaise stormed into the hospital wing and took a quick look around to make sure Ron was alone. Sure enough, he was, sitting on his bed, waiting for the write up of the results. Blaise made it to the boy's bed in record time and in a split second, had one hand wrapped around Ron's throat, pinning it to the back of the bed, and his other hand gripping his wand, pointing it at the redhead's temple.

"Give me one good reason why I should practice an unforgivable right now." Blaise growled.
Ron gasped in pain, before growling at Blaise.
"I'm doing it to have actual proof to make Harry and the others back off. I want them to have no doubt as to how I feel about Draco. Get that wand out of my face, Blaise."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"If you don't get that wand out of my face, I'm ripping off your balls and feeding them to the hippogriffs."

"Alright. I believe you. That sounded too much like Dray."

Blaise backed off and Ron stood.

"How did you even know what I was doing?"

"Draco told me," the Slytherin replied, now looking worried again.

"What?! How did he know?"

"He overheard your fellow Gryffindor's talking about it at dinner." "How did th-...Shit. One of them must have been here when I was talking to Madam Pomphrey."

"You'd better go explain this to him. Now."

"Yeah. I know. Can you get my write up from Madam Pomphrey?"

"Sure."

Ron sprinted from the Hospital Wing and made it to his and Draco's room in record time. He burst through the door and was relieved to see Draco. He practically jumped the Slytherin, the two of them falling backwards on to the couch the blond was sitting on. Ron kissed Draco hungrily, before pulling back.

"Don't believe them, please, don't." He pleaded, "I was doing it to have absolute proof to show them so they'd shut up about us."

"Ron. I don't know what to think. We've spent 17 years hating each other. How can you not have doubts?"

"Do you? Have doubts, I mean?"

"No. Of course not."

"Neither do I."

"Why?"

Ron grabbed Draco's hands and looked him square in the eye. "I trust you."

Draco sighed, and leaned forward to capture Ron's mouth in a kiss.

"I trust you too"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you what I was going to do. I just figured I'd get it out of the way and then no one else would have any doubts. It never crossed my mind that you might take it the wrong way," the Gryffindor said, bowing his head in guilt.

Draco lifted placed a hand under the others chin, lifting it.

"None of that. We both assumed things and we're fine now"

"Yeah, you're right."

"So, did Blaise threaten to kill you again"

Ron snorted, his voice sarcastic.

"I really didn't pay attention until he was choking me."

"I'll have to have a talk with him."

"Don't. He's a good friend."

"He has tried to kill you twice."

"I would have, too."

"Completely beside the point. He behaved like a Gryffindor, all emotion and no plotting. He just stormed in after you, didn't he?" Draco teased, amused at the slight blush that overtook Ron.

"Gryffindor's can plot too," he muttered, "And yes. He did."

Draco chuckled.

"You're a bad influence on us."

"Oh, good."

A/N: Annyeong, Hello! We are back with another installment of ficage. Seriously, I (ivysnowe) feel slightly contrite as I've had this chapter sitting on my computer ready to be posted since the 2nd. Oops.