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Ron woke up early today. He took a shower, brushed his teeth and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He jogged down to the Great Hall—he was starving.

He was glad no was there except for a few first-years. He ate two bowls of corn flakes and leaned back against the wooden chair. He looked up at the ceiling which was snowing today. Then his view was blocked by a rather gorgeous face; though he would never admit that to anyone. He didn't even want to admit it to himself, but he couldn't deny it.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Weasel." Malfoy nodded in greeting. "Came here to tell you we're on prefect duty tonight."

"Just when I thought today was going to be a good day it all goes to shit with just a few words." Ron complained.

"See you tonight at nine o'clock."

"Whatever." Ron attempted to dismiss him though he was already gone.

"Hey, Ron." Hermione said as she sat beside him and indulged in some jam doughnuts. Ron nodded and ate some marshmallows just because they were in front of him. "Do you know where Harry is?"

"Isn't he with you?" Ron mildly asked.

Hermione gestured around her. "Clearly not. Do you have any idea where he would be?"

"Nope, no idea." Hermione narrowed her eyes at his carelessness and smacked his arm. Before Ron could respond, owls came swooping down dropping off mail for several of the first-years. Then came Hermione's owl. A letter dropped down in front of her. In elegant handwriting it read, "Hermi."

"Hah, what the fuck?" Ron laughed reaching for the letter. Hermione snatched it away.

"Mind your business." With that she hurried off. Once again he was alone and he enjoyed it. He stretched his arms up above his head and crossed his legs over the table, closing his eyes.

A few minutes later, he was interrupted again. Can't I ask for peace and quiet for five minutes? "Ron, Ron." Harry urgently repeated his name. "I need your help."

"What happened? Is everything okay?" Ron worriedly asked.

"I need to find a cheesecake recipe for Hermione." Ron blinked a few times before he squeezed the bridge of his nose.

"And how am I supposed to help you with that?"

"We need to escape."

Ron coughed. "We? You mean, you need to escape."

"No, I said we need to escape."

"Wait why do you have to escape anyway? Just ask someone here. Ask Luna or maybe Assire." Harry frowned.

"Who's Assire?"

"You know, that second-year. The only girl with maroon colored hair; curly and long."

"The one with that sexy mole beside her eye?"

"The same one," Ron confirmed. "Her parents are muggle-born so she probably knows all about that shit. Now stop bothering me."

"I'll come back—,"

"Please don't." Ron interrupted.

"…if she didn't help so we can plan the escape," Harry continued. Ron sighed.

...

"You're such a horny bastard," Draco said to Blaise as he began rubbing circles into Draco's inner thigh.

"For old times sake," Blaise murmured before he captured Draco's lips with his own. Their tongues battled for dominance and Blaise won. He carried Draco to his bed and laid down with the blonde straddling him.

Draco broke the kiss and licked Blaise' bottom lip before he broke contact completely. "Sorry Blaise. I already have my sights on someone else."

"Who?" He frowned. "How come I wasn't told this sooner?" He asked as he lightly touched the area between Draco's legs. He softly moaned. "Seriously who is it?" He smiled.

"I'm not telling yet. Once I get him, I'll tell you."

"I'm glad you're getting back out there. You needed to. I was starting to feel bad for you being all lonely while my bed is always preoccupied." Blaise grinned.

"Can you go a day without having sex?" He then added, "Why am I asking a question that has such an obvious answer?" Blaise laughed.

"Even though I have multiple partners, I must say, none of them match up to your expertise. I really do miss you." Blaise sincerely said.

"Correction: You miss my cock."

"Especially that." Draco shook his head and attempted to slide off of Blaise but he kept his grip on Draco's thighs. He swiftly switched positions so that Draco was bottom. He began moaning and spreading his legs wider as Blaise dry humped the shit out of him.

He ripped off Draco's pants and underwear before he could complain and took all of him into his mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Draco groaned. He involuntarily thrust his hips as Blaise placed a hand to keep him still. The blonde bunched the sheets beside him and swiveled his head back and forth.

Blaise could feel he was coming closer to the edge, he sucked harder and faster as Draco screamed in pleasure and spread his legs further for him. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna… holy… RON!" Draco screamed as he climaxed inside of Blaise's mouth.

Blaise swallowed every drop of his come before he wiped his mouth. Draco lay limp staring at the ceiling in ecstasy. "So it's Ron? Ron Weasley?"

Draco warily looked at him. "What did you say?"

Blaise laughed. "It is Ron." He looked at the wall in thought. "Well he's certainly not bad-looking, though I don't think he suits you."

"I really don't need your opinion on this."

"Did you fuck him yet?" Draco narrowed his eyes.

"If you must know, no, I haven't. We haven't even kissed." Blaise gasped.

"You must really like him to wait so long then."

"It was a few days ago when I started to think he was… attractive. Nothing more, nothing less," Draco simply said. Blaise hopped off the bed and began walking to the door.

"Bullshit. You're infatuated with the Weasley," Blaise grinned. "And there's nothing wrong with that."

"Never speak about this again. Understand?"

"Fine, but you better invite me to the wedding!" he yelled as he unlocked the door and left Draco alone in his disheveled bed. He zipped up his pants thinking about Ron and how he might look like underneath those drab rags he calls clothing. He didn't know if he really liked the guy but he was definitely interested. He sighed. What the hell am I going to do tonight? Maybe he shouldn't have forced the head prefect to make them work together. Maybe it'll be a huge disaster and make them more hostile than they already were to each other. No he couldn't let that happen.

...

Just pretend it didn't happen and you'll be fine, Harry repeated in his head. Oh Merlin, who am I kidding? I made out with my professor. My MALE professor. They both hated each other equally throughout the years...and he still liked the kiss. Forget it, forget it. Harry shook his head.

He walked through random corridors even though he told Ron he would go searching for someone who knew how to bake cheesecake. Fuck it we'll just escape out of this place. He needed to take in a fresh breath of air.

While thinking of this, he didn't notice Luna approaching him and almost bumped into her. "Hello Harry. How are you this fine day?" she gave him a soft smile. Harry felt so dirty next to this innocent girl. First of all, he was so close to allowing Snape to reveal his cock...and he secretly regretted that he didn't let him. What's wrong with me? It was like his body and its urges had a different agenda apart from his mind's. Second of all, he cheated on Hermione. She didn't deserve that. How was he going to explain that one? I'm not explaining shit...it never happened.

"Hey Luna, I'm fine. I'm really busy though so I'll talk to you another time." Harry gave her a half smile.

"Okay," she smiled again and watched Harry as he left. Then he stopped. Wait a minute. Now that he thought about it, he didn't want to go through the hassle of escaping and he knew his friend didn't either. He walked back to her and hoped she had what he was looking for.

"Hey Luna?" She never stopped smiling and it sort of creeped him out sometimes.

"Yes Harry?"

"Can you bake something called a cheesecake?"

"The muggle cake? Yeah of course I can."

Harry grinned, "Great do you think you can give me the recipe?"

"Of course." They stood there staring at each other for a while in silence.

Harry's smile strained. "Like right now."

"Oh okay, follow me to my dormitory then," she said in her soft tone of voice.

"Thanks Luna. I owe you."

"Don't worry about it Harry Potter."