Ron found Dorian's painting with ease, he had a memory like an elephant's. But when he got there, the beautiful man wasn't. The painting was empty. Ron didn't know what to do, he just stood there, bewildered. The second he wanted to call 'Dorian?!' out loud, the painting flew open, and just like before, a flash of white-blond ran out and bumped into Ron.
'AAAH WHAT THE HELL', the owner of the strangely colored hair yelled.
'AAAAAH', Ron yelled back.
'YOU?!', they said at the same time. 'AGAIN?!', again in sync.
Draco and Ron stared at each other. Ron felt his face turn red – this was the first time they've met since... you know, the kiss. Draco's cheeks turned a little redder as well. Then he cleared his throat. 'So, uhm, Ron….. Have you seen Harry? I mean Potter. Have you seen Potter.'
Ron hadn't, not since... you know, the other kiss. 'I uhm – I … well no'. Ron thought it would be wise not to mention anything about them kissing.
'Oh,' Draco responded, sounding a little disappointed. 'Well, if you see him, can you tell him I'm looking for him?'
'Ehm, yeah, sure'.
Draco glanced around, to make sure they were alone. 'So, hey, about last night...'
'I'm not gay!' Ron interrupted.
Draco looked at him, with an amused look on his face. 'No. 'Course you're not. Neither am I. Anyway, -'
'I'm not!', Ron yelled this time. Why he said that he didn't know, he had no clue whether he was or not. All he knew right now was that he was very confused. Very.
'Yeah, whatever. Anyway, I'm sorry that happened, I just.... got a little carried away. Just don't – don't mention it to anyone, ok?'
Yeah. That sounded like something Ron could do. He nodded.
'Alright. Don't forget to tell Harry I'm looking for him', said Draco. Then he winked, smirked and walked away.

The portrait had closed again, and Ron double-checked to make sure Dorian wasn't in it. 'Where the hell could he have gone to?'
'If you're looking for the pretty boy, he's taking care of some business,' said a voice. Ron turned around, but didn't see anybody. He was all alone.
'Ehm, he-llooo? Over hereee!', said the voice. It sounded like it came from the right. Ron looked, and saw the painting of a green lizard, in a yellow dress.
Ron was confused.

'... Lizards don't talk!'.
The lizard looked pissed. 'I'm NOT a lizard, o-kay? I'm a dragon. DRA-GUHN. Geez.'
'... Dragons don't talk either.'
This time the lizard, pardon, dragon turned completely red. "I'M A CHINESE MYTHOLOGICAL DRAGUHN, O-KAY? READ THE SIGN. HERE, IT SAYS 'GREEN CHINESE MYTHOLOGICAL DRAGUHN'. GEEZ!"
Ron frowned, then looked at his feet, ashamed – the sign was pretty obvious. 'Sorry', he muttered.
The dragon sighed. 'Whatever. Dorian asked me to tell you he had to take care of some business. He said, if you're looking for him, you have to follow the rabbit'.
Ron thought he had hit rock bottom of confusion. '.... Rabbit? What?'.
The dragon glared. 'My, you're a dumb one, aren't you? Look at the sign!'.
And indeed, Ron saw a sign with a purple rabbit on it. Next to it was an arrow, pointing to a dark corridor.
Ron gulped. 'So.. I have to go… in there?'. He pointed with shaky fingers.
'YES YES, THAT'S WHAT THE SIGN SAYS, DOESN'T IT? GEEZ'.
Ron looked back at the corridor. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the dragon said: 'No more questions! If you want to find Dorian, follow the rabbit. If you don't, go back. Either way, GET OUT OF MY FACE!'.
Ron quickly ran, towards the dark corridor. The Chinese mythological dragon scared him, he just wanted to get away from him. 'Phew, jumpy little creature!', Ron said to himself, as he got hold of a torch on one of the walls, and silently walked down the corridor.

The Chinese mythological dragon saw him walk away, making sure he was gone. Then, he pulled a walkie talkie out of his purse and said: 'Hermione? Hermione, CoCo here. I've got him, he fell for it! Over'.
CoCo didn't hear anything, until – 'Good,' the person on the other end of the walkie talkie said. Then she burst out laughing. It was not a pleasant one.

Walking in the corridor, the rest of the world seemed to have disappeared.
No sound broke through these walls, and no light entered the leaking tunnel. It was a moist place, with water dripping from the ceiling. Well, Ron hoped it was water.
He wondered if he should go and fetch Dumbledore. Was it normal for corridors to appear and disappear randomly?
What if this was dangerous? He could actually die! And who then would inherit the throne? Not his horrible nephew Andrew hopefully.
Ron twitched, Andrew was absolutely ghastly!
But he couldn't go to get Dumbledore, he didn't even have a clue of his whereabouts. So he picked his heart up off the floor and started walking. After what felt like hours, something touched his feet. When Ron was young, he often thought of what he would do, if scared literally to his wits. He figured he'd probably scream his lungs out, turn and run as fast as he could.
Strangely, when it finally happened, he didn't do either of those things. Instead, he stopped dead in his tracks. He just froze. Opening his eyes as far as he could, but still not seeing anything, his breathing quickened. And then, just as he thought he'd actually die of heart failure, a light went on.
Now Ron could take a closer look at the… creature that was brushing a path.
How odd, thought Ron. It's actually brushing away the path.
And indeed, where the "thing" had already brushed, there was no path. The creature now swiftly moved around Ron, and continued brushing until it was out of sight. "No! Wait!" Ron called out, but he heard nothing but silence. "Now I don't know where to go."

His voice cracked, as he realized what this meant. He didn't know where to go.
He didn't know which way was the right way!
He could not get out!