Title: Everything I've Ever Known

By: Rage's Slash

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ASSOCIATED IN THE BOOK OR MOVIES. ALL CHARACTERS, CREATURES AND LANDSCAPES (not the real states or countries) BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING.

Summary: All Draco has ever known is hatred and pain, but what if his secret crush has a crush on him? What if they had the courage to act on it? What if is a marvelous question, one that's about to be answered. RW/DM + SF/BZ

A/N: Hey guys, here's a new chapter for you all. This story is mainly on Ron and Draco, but it does have a few other couples in it that I will be writing about (BZ&SF) I know it might not interest some, but I find the story isn't complete without their stories as well.

To WingMirrorPicture, I know its spelled Zabini, but for some reason when I was like 8 when the JKR books came out I couldn't pronounce it so I just started saying Zinibin, and I just got so used to it, sorry.

Ok Enjoy! And on with the show!

Chapter 2: Everyone Has Secrets

That night Seamus left at 8:15 to meet Blaise. Ron laid on his stomach doing his homework on his bed. He was doing his DADA homework. The only problem was that he didn't pay attention in class and knew nothing about what the homework was on. His only choice was to ask Hermione, but then she'd ask him why he didn't know what the lesson was on. She'd go on about how Remus explained everything and act like she knew something that she probably did. It was going to get annoying and he'd eventually crack and tell her. She'd go on about how she knew and keep pestering him with questions. It was going to be one long night he decided as he stated getting up from his bed, carrying his books with him as he headed down to look for Hermione in the common room or to find her in the library. This year they were allowed to stay out until 9. Ron knew Seamus would come back in wee hours of the morning and if Ron couldn't resist to owl Draco and ask him to meet him somewhere he'd do the same. Luckily Hermione was in the common room, sitting by the fire. He walked up to her and sat down beside her, and the mind games began.

"Hermione, can you help me with Defense? Please?" Ron pleaded with the brunet.

"Sorry, Ronniekins" Ron scrunched up his nose at the name Hermione and his mother seemed to be fond of. "You should have paid attention." She smiled deviously at him as he opened his books and laid them out on the floor.

"Come on 'Mione. I don't get it. This Refelm stuff sucks." He complained to her. "Please help me. I shall forever be in your debt, oh wise smarty pants one." She giggled as he pouted at her. She was going to make him beg until he gave in and told her, she decided. She flipped her parchment over and started to write on the other side. She didn't have enough to last until the next Hogsmade trip if she didn't.

"Sorry Ron, you had your chance to ask questions and to actually understand it. Remus asked 10 times if anyone didn't understand." She thought for a moment, If he was too busy making out then that only means… "Ron where are your notes? Did you even take notes, they explained everything." She knew she had him there. She looked up to see his flushed face, the same flush he got whenever he was embarrassed or caught in a lie. He took a moment of opening and closing his mouth, thinking of what to say. I've got him, she thought in victory.

"We-well, what it is… Well you se-see…" She did it, Merlin dammit; I hate it when she does that. Well, in all fairness I knew we were going to wind up here so… "Alright," He said looking down, "I know you saw and I can explain."

"Boy, Ron. That was faster than I thought it would take." She smiled to herself. "Damn, I am good." She said proudly. She looked at Ron who at the moment who looked ashamed of what she knew, looking down avoiding her eyes. "Ron," he looked up at her, "I just want you to know that… that I'm ok with it. I just would like to know a few things, that's all. I'm not here to judge you, no one can do that."

"Thanks 'Mione. You don't know how much this means to me." He said, wondering Why is this all happening so fast? Nothing is this good, right? I mean there is no way with everything that is going on in the wizarding world that anything this great can happen.

"Not to worry, Ron. What are best friends for?" She asked, she saw the relief on his face as she leaned over to hug him. "Ok… So first, is he a good kisser?" They both began to laugh as Ron turned a nice shade of red, giving Hermione the answer she already knew. There, luckily, was no one in the common room so they could talk as freely as they wanted.

"When did you start liking him?" She asked through her small fading laughs.

"Sixth year, when they announced his father was sent to Azkaban. Honestly, the reason why is something I'm not even sure I'm willing to admit." He smiled to himself.

"Ok, so talk to me about him…" They talked for a while about Draco, his smile and if and when Ron was even going to tell Harry. It wasn't until about an hour into their conversation when they noticed something missing.

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked as Hermione looked around.

Birthday Blind Date

Seamus and Blaise walked a bit apart from one another. People were walking all about the castle, so their date wasn't going exactly according to plan. They had been walking for about an hour and had received odd looks from the one or two students they'd passed more than once. Then something clicked in Seamus' head. He looked to Blaise who noticed the Irishman heading for the 7th floor. Once they were there he noticed Seamus pace back and forth, his forehead creasing, eyes planted on the floor. He was about to walk to the window across from them when he was pulled back to a room that wasn't there before.

The room was a mix of the colors blue and crème. There were windows on the opposite end of them, the drapes, a beautiful midnight blue with moonlight shining through them, extended 10 feet around the castle windows. There was a love seat, a velvet dark blue, and a lounge chair set across from it. The marble fireplace that the seats surrounded was lit, its flames flickered and licked at one another. The room was lit by the fireplace, candles hanging from the air in a random order, and the lanterns on either side of the bed. The bed, the king size bed, with blue sheets and comforters had a crème design on them that reminded the Irishman of Celtic that littered his grandmother's home.

Blaise looked at Seamus' dazed face for a moment, noticing the man's beauty. While he was gazing at Seamus, forgetting the magnificence of the room, the lights dimmed, letting the room grow as dark as the desire in his eyes. As Seamus continued examining the room Blaise took two wistful steps towards his prey, wrapping his arm around him, catching Seamus off guard. He pulled Seamus closer to him, his other hand moving up to graze the shorter man's face. They stayed there, close to one another, for a brief moment before Seamus put his hand around Blaise's neck. Blaise allowed himself to be pulled down and crash into a succulent kiss. The kiss which seemed innocent soon turned to something else.

Blaise allowed his hand to creep under Seamus' shirt, touching skin. Seamus gasped from the contact and the sudden sensation that was sent throughout his entire body, allowing Blaise a small window of opportunity. And he took it. Licking the tongue of his prey was only answered with a loud moan and a small whimper. Their tongues dueled for what seemed like hours, but only lasted a few moments. Blaise began to lead Seamus backwards, moving him closer to the bed. As the back of Seamus' legs hit the bed, he went falling back, pulling the taller man with him. The sudden fall didn't faze either man, they continued their duel. Their mouths kept on moving, their tongues becoming one.

"Seamus!" They heard from the doorway. They pulled apart only to be met with the shocked look of Harry Potter. Seamus began to push Blaise off him, but his attempts to were only met by Harry's piercing worlds. "Don't even bother, you fucking faggot." And with that Harry left.

He left running from the scene he'd just witnessed. Running but not knowing where his feet were taking him or why. He couldn't tell you why he was running, or more like The Boy Who Lived would never admit to it. The Boy Who lived had his own secret he needed to be kept hid, just as evidently everyone in the castle needed. He found himself at the astronomy tower, his feet ceased to work once he reached there. He leaned against the nearest wall, falling to the floor. In his hands his face was buried, the warmth of freshly shed tears graced his face and hands.

I can't even believe at one point… I liked him. He lifted his head up, looking out to the quarter moon. There was something always about him that I knew… that I knew I could be a part of. He knew he was with Hermione, there were no questions there. Hermione was it for him, and he knew it. It wasn't that he'd never tried with another girl; it wasn't that he was afraid to, or even that Hermione was the one and only person who got him at times. It wasn't for any of those selfish reasons why he knew she was the one for him. It was because he loved her. He loved her with all his might, but sometimes found this forbidden desire for the company of a man. The company of a man that, apparently, Seamus wanted as well.

There was a shuffle of moment and a hiss that shook him from his thoughts. He looked in the direction the noise came from. He saw nothing, looking back towards the moon. Again, another hiss, but this time in obvious pain, he decided to stand and this time walk over to the sounds source. Pulling out his wand and casting a quick Lumos spell, he saw the source.

There lying on the floor was Draco Malfoy. His platinum blond hair sprayed with blood from a gash on his left temple. His clothes rumpled and his white collar soaking up some of the blood, the blood that spilled out of his gash down his neck and onto his collar. His face looking down towards his right wrist, Harry noticed a blade in his left hand. Along his right wrist there was a steady trail of blood falling to the floor and creating a pool of Malfoy's pureblood. Noticing the light coming towards him, Draco looked up. His eyes seemed sunken, weary, and heavy, his breathing seemed shallow. His eyes met Harry's, while wincing from the light.

"Help me." Was all Draco managed to get out before almost falling over to the floor. Harry, with his seeker reflexes, quickly knelt down and caught the boy before he could crash to the floor. He stilled for a moment, wondering what to do in shock for the second time that night.

A knock came from the door he didn't realize he closed when he entered.

"Hello?" The knocker called out. "Is someone in there?"

"Somebody help." Harry called out. When the persons came rushing through the door he was grateful that it was Ron and Hermione.

"Oh Merlin." He heard both of them say, the looks on their face showed how he felt, completely lost and confused. "Harry," Hermione said, "Let's get him to the Hospital Wing."

Hospital Wing

Ron, Harry, and Hermione rushed into the Hospital Wing, Ron who was carrying the seemingly fragile boy, placed Draco on the nearest Bed. He was unconscious and the blood continued to stream out of his arm and head.

"Hermione, get Madame Pomfrey, now." Ron rushed her off; she nodded and ran to Pomfrey's office.

Ron started taking off the blonds robes, cutting the sleeves as to not hurt his already damaged wrist. It wasn't exactly under the circumstances he had dreamt of this happing, but that wasn't important now. He would have to talk to Draco about this later, find out why he felt the need to cut his pain out of himself. Why would anyone feel the need to express themselves in such a way was something Ron would never be able to understand. He needed to heal Draco as soon as possible, before he wouldn't even be given a chance to ask him. Madame Pomfrey came rushing in just as Ron was finishing cutting off Draco's shirt.

"What happened?" She asked as she reached for the pantry she kept stocked with healing potions. She placed a number of potions onto the cart nearest to her and pulled out her wand. She rushed over to Draco's cot, gasping as she came next to him. "Oh dear Merlin," She said. Until her reaction to Draco's non clothed chest, no one looked at Draco, really looked at him. But now they did, and some wishing they never had.

His body was filled with cuts, scars, and bruises. There were lashes that crept around his sides and ones that crept over his shoulders. The newest gashes were along his sides, there were obvious cuts along his hips which seemed like nails that were dug in too deep. There were scratches along his chest and arms.

After the initial shock, the trio watched Madame Pomfrey pour potions down the weakened boy's throat. They healed the cuts on his temple, sides and hips, leaving small almost non noticeable lines where scars would have been sure to be.

Ron felt a pang in his heart, his hands begin to tingle in numbness.

How could I have not noticed?