Chapter Four: Not-so-Truthful-Confessions

Ron was in a very happy mood that next day. (Come on, wouldn't you be in a good mood if Draco Malfoy called you sexy?)

"What are you looking so cheery about, Ronald?" inquired Hermione, shooting him a suspicious glance.

"….I… had a bad bout of cheering-charms." stated Ron, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ron, hurry up! We're going to be late for quidditch practice! Stop flirting with your girlfriend and let's get going!" shrieked Harry, who was in a strange-teenage-angst-jealous mood and had no idea why…wink wink

"Harry, where's Seamus, I thought you two were inseparable?" questioned Hermione.

Damn this girl was annoying! What was with all the questions?

"He's sleeping in…he got kind of…tuckered out last night." answered Harry quietly, shifting his eyes to the floor and finding a burn mark extremely interesting.

"Oh…OH! OH MY GOSH HARRY! DON'T SHARE THAT INFORMATION WITH US! WE DON'T NEED TO HEAR THAT!" shrieked Hermione, causing some first years to jump in fright as they went down the stairs out onto the field.

"Hey, you asked. I just said he was tired, it's your fault that you have a dirty mind". replied Harry, raising his arms in defense.

"Huh?" said Ron suddenly; finally paying attention for the first time. His mind was drifting to…other thoughts, sexy, blond, thoughts.

"Harry has just informed us of his…nighttime habits with Seamus."

"Oh…" said Ron, still clearly, comprehending. "Ohhhhh…EW. Harry you manwhore."

"What's this I hear, Potter?" came a drawling voice.

God damn it of course he has to come now.

"Potter's a manwhore? Oh please. Who on earth would ever want to shag…that?" asked Draco, sounded repulsed. OMG OMG OMG I WOULD!

"Oh, leave him alone Draco, you're so…" Ron started to look a bit glazed in the eyes, "alluring…magnificent…really- OUCH!"

Harry had just punched Ron in the stomach; he was being gay, literally. Hermione just glared daggers at Ron and Draco clearly hating both of them at the moment.

"What do you want Malfoy?" snarled Harry, as I said before, he was pissed; don't mess with the Boy-Who-Lived when he's pissed. "Need to sexually harass Ron again?"

Draco suddenly tripped over his own feet. "Wha- oh. No. I'm here to get my Transfiguration book, back. I believe you have mine, and I, yours.

"Oh." said Harry stupidly. "Fine." He proceeded to open his bag, bending over in the process, and retrieving Draco's book. He had the strange feeling of being watched.

DAMN! WHAT A NICE ASS! Thought Draco, so he liked to admire nice things, what was wrong with that?

"Uhm…" Harry coughed, "Draco…"

Draco snapped out of it in time to see Harry shoving the book into his hands. "Oh. Thanks. Here's yours…I found it a bit…interesting." drawled Draco, winking.

"Oh! Are you wearing contacts! I have that twitching problem in my eye too if I ever wear them!" exclaimed Harry suddenly, man this kid was retarded.

"No, Potter I am not twitching, I winked at you, Harry."

"Well, so-rry. But it looked like you were twitching…Why were you 'winking' any-HEY!"

"What?"

"You called me Harry!"

Draco really did twitch this time. "No I didn't"

"Yes, you did. I heard you, didn't you hear him Ron?" asked Harry. But Ron wasn't any help. He was staring into space again, drooling. Harry shuddered and turned back to Draco, but the Slytherin had already left.

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SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT! MOTHERFUCKING SHIT! OH MY GOD I BLEW IT! I TOTALLY MESSED EVERYTHING UP; I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF! ranted Draco, the drama queen. He had dragged himself all the way up to the Astronomy tower in a blind rage and had walked into a…"busy" couple. How repulsive. Well, if Draco was going to commit suicide he wasn't going to do so in the presence of some snogging Hufflepuffs. "OI! YOU! GET OUT OF HERE, SICKOS! GET A ROOM!

The brunette boy unglued his face from his companions to glare at the blond that had intruded in his…social activities.

"Do you mind? We did have a room until you came in ferret-boy."

Wait a minute…I've seen this person before…but I thought he was… "DEAD! YOU- YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD AREN'T YOU?"

The boy smiled. "No, you're thinking of that bloke Cedric Diggory, aren't you? I'm Robert Patterson."

"Oh. Well, you look a lot alike. Anyway, it's nice chatting with you and all but I'm about to be overly dramatic so do you mind leaving?"

"Fine. Come on, Christina." He said, dragging his girlfriend out the door.

"Finally…some peace and quiet." Draco walked up to the nearest window and stood on the edge. He smelt the cold night air and the wind whipped at his face. Yes, this was how he was going to go; a nice, graceful fall. He glanced down into the dark sky and saw the grass at the bottom. Wow. That's a long fall. He was starting to loose his nerve. Just then, the infamous trio walked in.

"-but house elves really don't have spare time to do things like that Ron, why can't you understand? I mean, yes it would be possible to- MALFOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" shrieked Hermione.

Draco whipped around, eyes bulging, "I-well, I was, uhm…" he cleared his throat and straightened up. He had just had a stroke- OF BRILLIANCE! "I have a confession to make."

Harry blinked. "We're waiting."

Draco took a great breath, this would be horrible for his reputation, but he definitely would make Potter jealous with this. Without warning he jumped from the window ledge and flung himself into Ron's arms wrapping him in a bear-hug. "The truth is I love you! I really do and I want you to be my boyfriend! Please!"

"Wow! Draco, I never knew you cared so much! Of course!" exclaimed Ron, rather excited.

"That's great Ralph, for a moment I thought you would reject me, come on, let's go."

"My name is Ron."

"…That's what I said."

And with that, Ron and Draco left the room together hand in hand.

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Harry opened his eyes slowly. He felt very warm and comfortable. He turned his head sideways and realized he was resting on a pillow. Startled, he jumped up when he saw that Hermione was on a bed next to him. He fumbled around for his glasses and put them on. Once he could see everything clearly he noticed that Hermione, too, was awake.

"Shit, Hermione, we're in the hospital wing, aren't we?" asked Harry groaning.

"Yes it seems so." sighed Hermione, heavily.

"I'll take a wild guess in assuming that we both fainted. So, that-that really did happen, then…Draco and Ron?"

"Oh please don't remind me, Harry." snapped Hermione.

Harry groaned and sunk back into his pillow. I hate my life.

A/N: again, I apologize for the grammar mistakes, but I need a beta I suppose…

Sorry if it took me a while to update—again, when you're in marching band you really have no free time…I just updated because I had a fever and stayed home from school. Yes I know that a lot of you don't like the whole Ron/Draco- I hate it too! It was very hard for me to write myself…but I just keep telling myself…its in the plot for Harry and Draco to get together…I just gotta wait…

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