AN: So, this chapter will be longer and full of fluff! Yay! I'd really love to hear what you guys have to say about it so far :)

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"So this is your room," Ron said gesturing to the small room with very little inside. Just a bed to the left wall and a desk to the right. "It was Ginny's but she moved in with Harry, so, now there is an empty room. I'm really the only one that lives here full time. The rest just pop in and out, you'll get used to it."

"Thank you," Draco said and he meant it.

"And that is my room," Ron pointed down the hall. "The door is always unlocked." He smiled at the slytherin who looked a bit overwelmed by the messy over-used house. It was nothing like the dark, cold, Malfoy Manor. This house was warm and forgiving. It reminded him of the homes people wrote about in books, Draco never thought those houses actually exsisted. He looked at Ron who was wearing a big dorky smile on his face.

"What?" Draco said not meaning to make the word as snarky as it came out.

"Nothing." Ron's smile just got bigger and dorkier. Draco shook his head and walked into the small room. There was a little window over his bed that looked out over the marshy land. He never really cared for marshes or tall grass, but for some reason it fit witht he Weasleys and their house. He turned around and saw that Ron had followed him in. "You like it?"

"I do," Draco said. "But...are you sure I can really stay here...after everything that has happened...all the bad stuff..."

"I do." How could he be so goddamned optimistic? "Draco," the Weasley started, "My mum will learn to like you, same with everyone else. We might hold grudges but we...we really care about each other."

Draco nodded.

"We'll care about you as well, you're one of us. It won't take the rest of them too long to figure it out," a goofy half smile found it's way to the Ron's face. Draco smiled back.

"Thank you, Ron," Draco said.

Dinner was quiet and a bit awkward to say the least. Molly attempted to talk to Draco, but he wasn't used to the woman's way of showing her caring side. Ron sat in silence embaraced for both of them.

"So," Molly started after a few minutes of silence, "are you two...dating?" Both men looked up astounded by the question. Ron's pumkin juice sprayed out through his nose. "What?" Molly asked in defense, "It was just a question, Ronald, and learn to not do that!"

"Yes, mum," Ron said wiping off his nose in embarasment.

"Draco?" Molly said, "Are you two dating? If you are that's fine...I just want to know. You see I was really hoping Ronald would-"

"Mum!" Ron said with his face burning red.

"Sorry," she apologized more to Draco than to Ron.

"Umm, no, ma'am. We are not dating. We are just friends."

"Hmm," she said taking a sip of the pumkin juice, "I see." Ron got a strange sense that his mother didn't believe them.

"So, tell me, Ronald," Draco said with a hint of a mischevious smile, "how does pumkin juice taste through the nose?" Ron glared.

"Shut up," he said with a laugh taking a seat next to Draco on his bed. "And don't call me Ronald. I hate it." The slytherin just smirked and glanced over at his friend. Ron laid back onto his warm quilt. "If you want, there are sheets and quilt in the cupboard."

"I'll do it when I decide to go back to my room," Draco said laying back next to Ron.

"I can't believe she asked you that...sorry," said the gryffindor.

"That's alright," he said, "my mum would've asked the same thing."

"Really?" Ron asked leaning over onto his arm to face his friend.

"Sure," Draco looked over at him. "She really wants me to date."

"Same with mine," the red-head laughed, "she thinks I'm just too lazy to find myself a date." The blond laughed.

"Well, I can't get one for very different reasons."

"Oh," Ron said his smile fading. "Sorry, I didn't think of that. But I'll bet there's some witch out there who doesn't care about your past. You just have to find her." Although the gryffindor's smile was genuine and kind, Draco wasn't sure what to say. He had known for a while he was gay. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to bring that up quite yet to Ron. The wizarding world found no problem with gay and lesbian wizards and witches, but there were still several who thought it was wrong. He had no idea what the ginger thought of it.

"Yeah," he decided was a good answer, "I guess you're right. I just need to find the right one."

"If it makes you feel any better," Ron started sensing that his friend was uncomfortable about something. "I haven't dated since Hermione...and that was a long time ago, mate, so you're fine!"

"Oh," Draco said, "thanks..." Ron's eyebrows frowned.

"What's wrong? Is this an uncomfortable topic, 'cause we don't have to keep talking about it..."

"No, I...I think I should probably tell you something." The room grew suddenly very still and quiet.

"Yeah?" Ron moved closer trying to anticipate what his friend was going to say.

"I...I am...I don't like witches..."

"Oh," the ginger nodded, "okay, in that case. I'm sure you'll find some wizard who won't care about your past. You just have to find him. I thought you were gonna say something way different, mate."

"Oh," Draco said surprized by his reaction. "I though you might be mad or something."

"Why would I be mad?"

"I don't know..." Draco looked away from his friend. Ron just gave another goofy smile and leaned back. He never thought too much about being gay. He had known that lots of wizards and witches were gay but it never seemed to bother Ron. When it came to himself, Ron had always assumed that he liked witches but lately he had been so busy with work that he hadn't dated or thought much about it. He had to admit that there were several wizards that he found attractive. One of them was lying down next to him.

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