Chapter 7
"I wonder what Malfoy wanted with Ron," Hermione said as the she and the Potter twins walked down the halls.
"I don't know, any ideas Harry?" James asked.
"No, but I'm actually more worried about Dumbledore's lesson on Saturday," Harry said, lifting a scroll that a student recently delivered to them from Dumbledore.
Ron ran up to them a few minutes later looking very smug. "So, what happened?" James asked.
"Huh? Oh with Malfoy, can't say," Ron said gleefully. "Promised him not to."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Ron said turning to Harry. He had a strange smirk on his face that Harry couldn't decipher.
"Well, just add that to the list of things we can speculate about," James said before telling Ron about the letter from Dumbledore.
They spent the rest of the break speculating on what Dumbledore would teach James and Harry. Ron thought it most likely to be spectacular jinxes and hexes of the type the Death Eaters would not know. Hermione said such things were illegal (causing Harry and James to share a quick guilty look that she missed) and thought it would most likely that Dumbledore would to teach Harry advanced Defensive magic. After break, she went off to Arithmancy while Harry, James, and Ron returned to the common room, where they grudgingly started Snape's homework. This turned out to be so complex that they still had not finished when Hermione joined them for their after-lunch free period (though she considerably speeded up the process). They had only just finished when the bell rang for the afternoon's double Potions and they bear the familiar path down to the dungeon classroom that had, for so long, been Snape's.
When they arrived in the corridor they saw that there were only a dozen people progressing to N.E.W.T. level. For Slytherins, including Malfoy and Blaise' Four Ravenclaws' the one Hufflepuff, Ernie Macmillan, and themselves. As they walked in, Slughorn greeted Harry, Blaise, and James with particular enthusiasm.
The dungeon was, most unusually, already full of vapors and odd smells. Harry, James, Ron, and Hermione sniffled interestedly as they passed large, bubbling cauldrons. The four Slytherins took a table together, as did the four Ravenclaws. The four Gryffindors took a third table together, leaving Macmillan to join the Ravenclaws. They chose the one nearest a gold-colored cauldron that was emitting one of the most seductive scents Harry and James ever smiled. Somehow it reminded James simultaneously of treacle tart, good leather, his brother, and a spicy cologne he always smelled in Devilish Temptation.
The twins found that they were breathing very slowly and deeply and that the potion's fumes seemed to be filling them up like drink. They grinned at each other lazily.
"Now then, now then, now then," Slughorn said, whose massive outline was quivering through the many shimmering vapors. "Scales out, everyone, and potion kits, and don't forget your copies of Advanced Potion-Making. …"
"Sir?" Harry said, raising his hand. "I haven't got a book or scales… or anything really—neither does Ron—we didn't realize we'd be able to do the N.E.W.T., you see—"
"Not a problem Harry, not a problem!" Slughorn grinned. "You can use ingredients from the store cupboard today, unless your brother is feeling generous today, and we've got a small stock of old books here, they'll do until you can write to Flourish and Blotts. …"
Slughorn strode out to a corner cupboard and, after a moment's foraging, emerged with two very battered-looking copies of Advanced Potion-Making, which he gave to Harry and Ron along with two sets of tarnished scales. As Slughorn returned to his desk Harry pointed his wand at the scales and tapped it, "Reparo," he whispered, fixing it to a more… usable set.
"I've prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of thing you ought to be able to make after finishing your N.E.W.T.s. you ought to have heard of 'em even if you haven't made 'em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?"
He indicated the cauldron nearest the Slytherin table. Harry raised himself slightly in his seat and saw what looked like plain water boiling away inside it. James's hand rocketed into the air as well as Hermione's well-practiced hand. Slughorn faltered before pointing to James.
"It's Veritaserum, the most powerful truth serum in the world," James said. "The Ministry uses it, but it's under heavy regulations."
"Good show James, good show!" Slughorn said happily. "Now, he continued, pointing at the cauldron nearest the Ravenclaw table, "this one here is pretty well known. …Featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately too—yes?"
Hermione's hand shot up before James could even begin to lift his. "It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said.
Harry too recognized the slow-bubbling, mudlike substance in the second cauldron, but did not resent Hermione getting the credit for answering the question; it was, after all, she and James who made it successfully in their second year (Harry still had nightmares of turning into Nott).
"Excellent, excellent! Now, this one here… yes, my dear?" Slughorn said, now looking slightly bemused, as Hermione's hand punched the air again.
"It's Amortentia!"
"It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask," Slughorn said, who was looking mightily impressed, "but I assume you know what it does?"
"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" Hermione said, ignoring James's sharp looks.
"Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, but its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?"
"She could have at least wait till Slughorn fully asked the questions," James muttered to Harry.
"You're just jealous she got the answer before you," Harry whispered back. "Besides, if you want, I know that you'll make these potions before her."
"Of course I can," James whispered arrogantly. "I bet I can make the Polyjuice Potion by myself now too."
"And who would you turn into?" Harry whispered.
"You, just so you can finally know how sexy and cute you are," James smirked. "And I can touch your body all over while keeping your innocence." James leered at Harry, causing his twin to blush and nudge his shoulder.
"I hate you," he whispered.
"Sir, you haven't told us what in this one," Ernie Macmillan said, pointing at a small black cauldron standing on Slughorn's desk. The potion within was splashing around merrily; it was the color of molten gold, and large drops were leaping like goldfish above the surface, though not a particle had spilled.
"Oho," Slughorn said. "Yes. That. Well, that one, ladies and gentlemen, is a most curious little potion called Felix Felicis. I take it," he turned smiling, to look at Hermione, who had let out an audible gasp as James raised an eyebrow, "that you know what Felix Felicis does, Miss Granger?"
"Liquid Luck," James whispered to Harry as Hermione said it excitedly. "Make you lucky," James winked.
"Quite right, take another ten points for Gryffindor! Oh yes and James, I did not forget about you, take ten points for answering the first question! This potion is desperately tricky to make, and disastrous to get wrong. However, if brewed correctly, as this has been, you will find that all your endeavors tend to succeed… at least until the effects wear off."
Harry turned to his twin to see a twinkle in James's eye and a confident smirk growing on his lips as he stared at the potion. His lips opened and mouthed the words 'tricky to make' and 'disastrous to get wrong' before smirking again. Harry sighed, knowing what feeling was growing inside his brother. "You want to make that," he said.
"Of course! One of the most difficult potion to make? I have to make it," James said. "I have to."
"I'm not helping," Harry said.
"Not going to ask, you'll ruin it anyway," James said.
There was a silence in which every bubble and gurgle of the surrounding potions seemed magnified tenfold. "One tiny bottle of Felix Felicis," Slughorn said, taking a minuscule glass bottle with a cork in it out of his pocket and showing it to them all. "Enough for twelve hours' luck. From dawn till disk, you will be lucky in everything you attempt.
"Now, I msut give you warning that the potion is a banned substance in organized competitions… sporting events, for instance, examinations, or elections. So the winner is to use it on an ordinary day only… and watch how that ordinary day becomes extraordinary!"
"I'll make enough to make an extraordinary year!" James declared, that same glint in his eyes that Harry remembered having when he made his journals.
"—Well, by turning to page ten of Advanced Potion-Making. We have a little over an hour left to us, which should be time for you to make a decent attempt at the Draught of Living Death. I know it is more complex than anything you have attempted before, and I do not expect a perfect potion from anybody"—Harry looked at James, knowing that his twin will do his hardest to do so anyway.—"The person who does best, however, will win little Felix here. Off you go!"
There was a scraping as everyone drew their cauldrons toward them and some loud clunks as people began adding weights to their scales, but nobody spoke. The concentration within the room was almost tangible. Harry saw Malfoy riffling feverishly through his copy of Advanced Potion-Making. It could not have been clearer that he really wanted that lucky day. Harry looked to his brother and had to stifle a chuckle. James was humming. While everyone needed complete silence to concentrate, James hummed. If it was to actually help him, or just to annoy the people around him concentrating Harry still haven't figured it out. He bent over his tattered book that Slughorn gave him.
Much to his annoyance, the previous owner had scribbled all over the pages, so that the margins were as black as the printed portions. It reminded Harry of James's potion books whenever he disagreed with the author. Perhaps the previous owner was the same?
He decided to follow the book's directions for now. Within ten minutes, the whole place was full of bluish steam. Hermione, of course, seemed to have progressed furthest. Her potion already resembled the "smooth, black currant-colored liquid" mentioned as the ideal halfway stage. Harry turned to James to see he was very close behind humming happily.
Having finished chopping his roots, Harry bent low over his book again. Where as the book instructed to cut up the sopophorous bean, the previous-owner disagreed.
Crush with flat side of silver dagger, releases juice better than cutting.
"James, got a spare silver knife?"
"Yup," James said in tune with his humming. He looked up at Hermione, who had an irritable look as she concentrated on her own potion, which was still a deep purple when it's supposed to be a light shade of lilac like James's.
Harry crushed his bean with the flat side of the dagger. To his astonishment, it immediately exuded so much juice he was amazed the shriveled bean could have held it all. Hastily scooping it all into the cauldron he saw, to his surprise, that the potion immediately turned exactly the shade of lilac described in the book. It's just like James's notes! Harry thought to himself grinning. He turned to James and smirked. Maybe he can finally beat his brother in Potions for once.
The book instructed to stir the potion counter-clockwise until the potion turned clear as water; the previous owner, however, added in the instruction of adding a clockwise turn after every seventh counterclockwise stir. Harry stirred counterclockwise seven times before stirring clockwise. The effect was immediate. The potion turned palest pink.
"How are you doing that?" Hermione demanded, who was red-faced and whose hair was growing bushier and bushier in the fumes from her cauldron; her potion was still resolutely purple.
"Add a clockwise stir—"
"No, no, the book says counterclockwise!" she snapped.
"Harry, you found your own way? You cheeky thing," James smiled as he continued to stir his potion, his stirs in frequent with his humming: fastening and slowing with the tune much to Hermione's annoyance.
Harry shrugged and continued what he was doing. Seven stirs counterclockwise, one clockwise, pause. …repeat.
"And time's… up!" Slughorn called. "Stop stirring, please!"
Slughorn moved slowly among the tables, peering into cauldrons. James peeked into Harry's and grinned. "Look at yours, you cheat," he smiled. "It might beat mine."
Harry just beamed. At last Slughorn reached the table where Harry, James, Ron, and Hermione were sitting. He smiled ruefully at the tarlike substance in Ron's cauldron. Hermione's potion he gave an approving nod. He stopped at the twins' and a look of incredulous delight spread over his face.
"I can't decide!" he cried to the dungeon. "Excellent, excellent both of you! It is clear Harry, James, that you both inherited your mother's talent. She was a dab hand at Potions, Lily was! And a hummer as well like you James! But which one to give it too? … Well boys! Why not both! Here you are, then, one bottle of Felix Felicis, as promised boys—use it well and make sure to share!"
James slipped the tiny bottle of golden liquid into his inner pocket, grinning with full pride at his brother, who returned it though with a guilty feeling at the disappointing expression on Hermione's face.
Harry told them how he has done it at the Gryffindor table. "I s'pose you think I cheated?" He finished, aggravated by her expression.
"Well, it wasn't exactly your own work, was it?" she said stiffly.
"He was just following different directions," James shrugged. "You think my turns were all even with my humming? Of course not! But Harry," he turned to his brother, "you better do one thing."
"What is it?"
Don't just copy from this book—actually learn from it, or at least copy down the directions so I could use it," James grinned.
"How could you be okay with this? This could have been a catastrophe! We don't know who the owner of this book is, he could be some lunatic dark wizard or something," Hermione said.
"Hermione, I write my own instructions all the time," James said. "Hell, sometimes I even just write tunes to hum while making the potions!"
"We need to have a talk about that," Hermione snapped. James just shrugged. They looked at Ron who was staring at his watch. "What's the matter Ron?" James asked.
"Nothing, just checking the time," Ron said. Harry checked the time as well and saw that it was seven thirty. Ron stood up and said, "I'll see you guys in the common room later, I've got something to do."
"Umm alright…" Hermione said, looking confused with the twins as they watched Ron move from his seat, down the length of Gryffindor table and out of the Great Hall.
Ron made his way up to the seventh floor, following his memory as he found his way to the corridor with the Room of Requirement. He stood in front of the blank wall and thought for a moment for what he should think of. In the end, with a leering smirk on his face, he thought I need a place to train Draco Malfoy. He began walking around the corridor, keeping that thought to himself as he did so. I need a place to train Draco Malfoy. I need a place to train Draco Malfoy. I need a place to train Draco Malfoy. Once, twice, three times he walked around the corridor until he stopped in front of a rounded wooden door. He opened the door and walked inside.
The room was a moderate size. There was a running lap that made the edges the room and seemed to contain the exercise equipment on the inside. Ron walked around the room, inspecting all the weights as he remembered everything James taught him. There was a full-length mirror on the wall, next of which had two pieces of clothing. One was a tight shirt and pants that seemed to fit Ron perfectly, showcasing every inch of his bulky muscles. Grinning like an idiot Ron just had to try it on. He practically threw off his robes and replaced them with the shirt and pants, under which he found a silver whistle. He gave short laugh to himself as he took the whistle and pocketed it, along with his wand. When he looked at the article of clothing next to his new clothes, his short laugh turned into a huge bellow of laughter. Somewhere in the past, a Gryffindor seemed to be into Muggle wrestling. That or the Room of Requirement is able to create clothing when wanted. Hanging loosely on a hook was a singlet. A deep red and gold singlet with a huge lion on the chest.
"Malfoy's going to look perfect in this!" Ron laughed at himself, holding onto the wall for support. He couldn't wait until Malfoy comes here so he could see the git in it. If the image of Malfoy wearing it was enough to make Ron bellow with laughter, he couldn't wait to see how actually seeing Malfoy in it will affect him. Ron decided to take the singlet and place it right in front of the door on top of a wooden door. Sitting down on a bench Ron waited for Malfoy to come in.
He only had to wait about ten minutes as the doors swung open and an apprehensive looking Malfoy stepped in. His eyes roamed around the room before falling on Ron wearing the shirt and shorts. "What are you wearing?" he sneered.
Ron just looked at him and shrugged. "Late Malfoy, get dressed. You're not actually thinking of doing this in your robes, are you?"
"I—no of course not," Draco said. He looked around for his clothes until he finally saw the small singlet sitting on a wooden chair. "I am not wearing that," he said.
"Yeah you are," Ron smirked. "If we're doing this Malfoy, that's what you're wearing."
"Not it isn't," Draco said. He lifted the singlet up as if it was garbage. "The thing doesn't have any sleeves Weasley! You cannot be seriously thinking that I'll be wearing this, do you?"
"Yes I am. Now change Malfoy, or I'm just going to leave," Ron said, doing his best to keep his snickering to himself. Malfoy just glared at him.
"I am not wearing this, I can't," Malfoy said. "If you think this is one huge joke, you have another thing coming to you Weasley! Now where are my actual clothes? With sleeves!"
"No other clothes, you are going to wear that Malfoy. Think of it as a… lesson of humility," Ron smirked. Malfoy's look of pure fury just made the redhead chortle.
"Weasley, for the last time," Malfoy said, his teeth gritted as his pale skin turned a furious red. "I am not wearing this hideous thing. Not only doesn't it have sleeves, but it has ghastly colors and a stupid cat on the breast! Now show me my real clothes!"
Ron sighed and stood up. "That's it, I'm leaving," he said. "If you can't going to wear those clothes, I can't help you get Harry's affection."
Ron started towards the door. Draco stood there for a moment, as if contemplating something very difficult. Ron waited at the door, his hand on the handle, his body shaking gleefully as he desperately tried to stifle his laughing.
"Stop Weasley! …don't go," Malfoy said. Ron turned to see Malfoy standing in front of him. "I… can't wear that singlet. …Please would you give me something with sleeves?"
"Hmm no," Ron said, his tongue in his cheek as he gave a huge smirk. "What's the matter Malfoy? Afraid of showing some skin?"
"Weasley! I am begging you! Do not make me wear that thing!" Malfoy yelled, a hint of desperation was in his voice. "Just give me a sleeved shirt goddamnit!"
Ron looked at Malfoy. He was nearly at Ron's height; his body was shaking badly as if he really didn't want to take off his robes. His skin lost its red fury and instead looked to be getting paler with every second. His arm reached and desperately clutched at his sleeve. Ron watched this; watched Draco Malfoy act this this scared manner and laughed. He laughed as a sense of relief for all the years of bullying Malfoy done to him and Harry and Hermione finally came back for Malfoy. He laughed and laughed and Mafloy's skin got paler and paler. With a victorious smirk Ron let go of the door and walked towards the singlet on the wooden chair. He lifted it up and held it in front of Draco. "No," he said. "Wear it."
"I can't!" Malfoy yelled. "I can't wear the fucking thing! Be a damn human being and give me something with sleeves! Please!" He was shaking violently now. Ron's smirk just grew. "Weasley! Please don't make me wear it!"
"Why not? You want to grow muscles for Harry right? Come on, you'll soon love wearing things like this," Ron smirked. "You'll just look silly for the first few weeks, come on Malfoy."
"I. Can't. Wear. That," Draco said looking up at Ron pleading. "Give me a damn sleeve!"
"Why not? Why can't you wear this? I thought you wanted to do this for Harry—don't back out now ferret!" Ron yelled.
"You really want to know Weasley? You really want to know? Fine! Here! Look at this!" Malfoy cried out. He thrust his arm out to Ron and pulled his sleeve up revealing a black skull and snake on his wrist: The Dark Mark. Ron gasped and jumped away, pulling out his wand.
"I KNEW IT! YOU'RE JUST A FILTHY DARK WIZARD!" Ron roared in tense furry.
"I DID NOT WANT THIS!" Draco yelled out, his throat hurting as tears drained from his eyes. "I DO NOT WANT THIS!" He yelled again. "I was forced… to do this! My aunt and him—they did this! My aunt dragged me from my room and he pressed his wand"
"As if! I bet you wanted this you git! You loved getting that mark on you!" Ron yelled. "Why shouldn't I just throw you to Dumbledore, you bastard!"
"Because I don't want it! Are you fucking listening to me!?" Draco yelled. "My aunt and the Dark Lord forced it on me—"
"Only after you begged for it I bet!" Ron yelled. "You're a Slytherin! All they want to do is be a filthy Death Eater!"
"Ronald Weasley," Draco said, his entire body shaking. "You are… the most disgusting, inhumane, ungrateful person I ever met!" Tears began to roll down his eyes. "Harry and James should have been my friends! Mine! Because then they'll have a best friend with an actual fucking heart!" Draco collapsed onto the floor, crying openly in front of Ron.
"Weak Death Eater," Ron sneered.
"All I wanted was Harry's friendship, you bastard," Draco cried. "I need his help to get rid of this stupid mark… and the only way to do that… is through you! I need your help Weasley, but if you're just going to act like this, like a heartless bitch… I…" Draco just cried.
Ron sighed. Any fun he got from humiliating Malfoy was gone as he stared at the crying mass in front of him. He stepped around Malfoy and looked around. The same place he found his whistle, he found a piece of white cloth. He debated mentally but in the end grabbed the rolled up cloth and walked to Malfoy.
"Here," he said shortly, not liking that he is acting kind to Malfoy. All he wanted was to humiliate and leave Malfoy here. But now… "Cover it up, and put the singlet on."
Draco looked up and took the cloth. He tapped his wand to it and it rolled itself around Draco's wrist, covering the Dark Mark. "Thank you."
He stood up and looked at the singlet. Taking a breath and steeling himself, he slowly took off his clothes until he was just in his boxers. He then took the red and gold singlet with the lion head, and with a small scowl on his face, slipped it on. He looked in the mirror. His pale skin contrasted the bold colors, and his skinny body looked a bit silly in the muggle outfit—except for the very small hump of his butt. He turned to Ron and asked, "What do we do first?"
"You actually want to do this?" Ron asked.
"Yes," Draco said. "I need Harry. …I need his help… to take this off." Draco looked down shamefully at the now covered Dark Mark. Ron said nothing. He just shrugged.
"Alright, I guess we can do this," he said. "So what do you do already?"
"I… what do you call it… squat. A lot," Draco said.
"Just that?"
"Do you expect me to actually go on the floor and do those disgusting muggle exercises?" Draco sneered at Ron's look.
"Now that you mentioned it? Yes, I do," Ron smirked. "If you want to get big like me," he flexed an arm, "then you're going to be doing a lot of those."
"I don't want to become a hulking mass of muscles like you," Draco sneered. "Just enough to make Harry feel safe with me."
Ron just shrugged again. "Ehh, fine," he sighed. "But every time you sneer at me, you're going to run."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, run," Ron smirked. He blew his whistle. Malfoy just stood there, crossing his arms. "Well Malfoy? Do it!"
"I don't run," Malfoy said. Ron took out his wand and aimed it at him. "Then I gotta do to you what James did to me. He flicked his wand and a small spark shot from it and hit Draco in his back.
"Ow! What were you thinking Weasley!" Malfoy yelled.
Ron just smirked and chuckled. "This is what James did to me when I wanted to be lazy," he just shrugged. "So run." He sent another stinging jinx to Draco's back and the Slytherin glared at Ron before regrettably started running. He ran around the outsides of the room, following the track as Ron sat down in the wooden chair. Draco ran five laps before Ron told him to stop. Draco slowed to a stop sweating; the singlet began to stick to his body causing his skin to feel weird. This is for Harry, he thought to himself as he stopped in front of Ron. An hour slowly passed like this. Ron instructed Draco what to do: how to hold his body in such a way, how to move his body with the weights. They argued, and whenever Draco wanted to stop out of pure stubbornness Ron sent another stinging hex. At the end of the hour Draco couldn't feel a part of his body that didn't ache. Ron just sat in the wooden chair and smirked. "See you tomorrow Malfoy, same time and place."
Draco's answer was just a glare. Ron smirked and watched as Draco dressed himself back into his robes and walked out of the door. Ron stood up, stretched, and dressed back into his regular clothing as well. He hummed to himself as he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. The room was surprisingly empty except for the Creevey brothers who were playing a game of Exploding Snap. He smiled as he looked at the little boy. "Colin, where is everyone?" he asked.
"I don't know," Colin smiled. "I was looking for you after dinner Ron, where were you?"
Ron moved to sit next to Colin. "Oh I was helping somebody," he said. "But I'm happy we're alone. I want to talk with you… you know, get to know you better."
"Alright," Colin smiled. He looked at his brother and nodded his head to the side. His brother stayed in his seat. "Dennis," Colin whispered. "Go."
"Why?" Dennis asked.
"Ron and I want to talk," Colin said.
"So? You can talk in front of me," Dennis said.
"Dennis right?" Ron said. He leaned forward and said, "Your brother and I want to be alone for a while… you know? So why don't you go and hang out with your friends? I'll treat you both later at Hogsmeade."
"Okay," Dennis said standing up. "Night Colin."
The two watched Dennis leave and turned to each other, a goofy smile on their faces. "So… what do you want to know about?" Colin asked bashfully, placing his hand on Ron's leg.
"A lot of things," Ron said, placing his hands on top of Colin's. "So how about Quidditch? Do you have a favorite team?"
"I don't watch Quidditch… only here," Colin said. "Are you going to be on the team again? I want to get pictures of you on a broom playing."
Ron smirked. "I'm sure James'll let me back on the team."
"Awesome," Colin smiled. "I got a new camera and I want to try it out so bad."
"A new camera? You got another one?" Ron asked.
"Yeah! It's old-fashioned so it works here and the pictures already move when they're developed!" Colin said eagerly. "I've saved through all of summer to get it at Diagon Alley!"
"You really like pictures, don't you?" Ron chuckled, his mind going to naughty places. "What type of pictures you take?"
"Any really," Colin said. "I take pictures of anything I like."
"Really? You never thought of… taking pictures of yourself, you know? In different clothes?" Ron smirked. Colin blushed and shuffled in his seat. "You did!" Ron exclaimed. "You did pictures like that!"
Colin's blush deepened. "Yeah… I um… I took pictures…wearing clothes."
"What clothes?" Ron asked.
"My underwear," Colin blushed. "It… it… excites me." Ron's smirk grew. "Is.. is that weird?"
"No, no, not weird at all," Ron said. "Everybody got their kinks."
Colin looked up at Ron. "What are your kinks then?" he asked.
M-my kinks?" Ron asked, it was his turn to blush. He squeezed Colin's hand and said, "I—I have a few kinks… but I don't want scare you away." He blushed.
"You can't scare me away," Colin said, giving a sly smirk. "What can be worse than taking pictures of myself nearly naked?"
"I can think of many things," Ron blushed. "I'll tell you later Colin, don't worry… can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it?" Colin asked.
"Sit on my lap? Please?"
"Okay," Colin smiled. He moved and sat down on Ron's lap, easily fitting on his muscled thighs. "Wow," he said. "I never knew you were so big Ron," he said innocently.
Ron snickered. "Colin, you know what you talking about?"
"Yes I do," Colin said. He looked at Ron, their eyes connecting, and linked his arms around Ron's neck. "You know… I always had a thing for redheads."
"I always had a thing for small boys," Ron whispered, placing his hand son Colin's hips.
"You calling me small?"
"You fit perfectly in my lap, so yeah." Ron chuckled. "Little Colin Creevey. Perfect for sitting on Big Ronald Weasley."
"Okay now you're just teasing me," Colin laughed. Ron laughed as well as he pulled Colin closer to him. Looking down on the fifteen-year-old Ron's lecherous eyes twinkled as he imagined his darkest fantasies. "What are you thinking about?" Colin laughed.
"You doing some very naughty stuff," Ron smirked.
"You don't even know my favorite color," Colin blushed. Ron chuckled and smiled ruefully. "It's red, isn't it? Like my hair."
"…Yeah," Colin said. "What's yours?"
"Blue," Ron said. "Now we know that."
"We do indeed," Colin said. He stared at Ron's chest. "One day… can I take pictures of you? Like I take pictures of myself?"
"You want me to model for you?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, model," Colin nodded. "I think… that you'll look very nice."
"Okay," Ron said. "Yeah, that sounds like fun."
"Thank you," Colin said, giving Ron the biggest grin he could muster. He shook his butt on Ron's lap, feeling something thick move beneath him that caused both boys to blush deeply.
"S-Sorry," they both muttered at the same time. Colin shuffled awkwardly off of Ron's lap and they sat there in an awkward silence.
"So…"
"Umm…
"Want to play a game of Snaps?" Ron asked.
"Sure," Colin said. They moved to the middle of the sofa and Ron shuffled the cards before placing them back on the table. They played a few games, the awkwardness between them evaporating in the middle of the first game and soon Colin was practically on Ron's lap again as he tried to distract the older boy. The game was soon forgotten as Ron laid on the sofa, Colin on his lap.
"Are we moving fast?" Colin asked.
"I don't know… first time for me," Ron said.
"First time for me too. … Ron? Can I kiss you?" Colin asked.
"Of course, come here boy," Ron said. He grapped Colin and playfully pulled him down so the fifth year was laying on Ron's chest. They stared at each other before Ron took Colin's lips in a dominating, demanding kiss. Colin returned his kiss tenfold and the two teens laid there, their lips connected for a long time. When Colin pushed up to take a breath, his lips were puffy, a long string of spit connecting him and Ron.
"Amazing…" Colin gasped.
"Yeah…"
"Same thing… tomorrow night?" Colin asked, his face blushing.
"You bet," Ron smirked. "I think we'll be kissing a lot." He playfully smacked Colin's ass and grinned. "You should go to bed now, boy."
"Y-Yeah, I should," Colin blushed. "Night Ron."
"Night." Ron watched Colin as he slid off of his lap and shakenly mad his way up the stairs to the dormitories. Ron looked at his lap and saw an impressive bulge and felt his pants' restrictions. It was time for Ron to go to bed as well, Ron decided as he touched himself through his clothes and followed Colin up the stairs.
A/N: Sorry for the delay folks, got hit with a muse and decided to make a nice cute story that actually isn't rated M! (What a concept!) Anyway, if you want to know how young four year old Harry would react to living with Draco and Blaise, go check it out.
BookLover21340: What?
ChaoticMango: Of course it's so gay lol, a gay guy is writing it.
Kigen Dawn: Maybe Harry will watch them, but as for Ron? I don't know… he has a few issues to work out.
Pnulls: Draco will be bulking up to a degree. He'll be like Riku from Kingdom hearts only a little more muscley whereas Ron and James are currently like, say, high school jock level of muscles.
Littlesprout: thanks but will he leave Harry alone?
AnnaMerteuil: Yeah Draco's going to need to jump some big hurtles to get Harry.
Jokul Frosti: I'm pushing all your buttons? Good.
Leopardblack: It takes time to build muscles. I should know, I failed multiple times to do so. But don't worry, Harry'll be staring.
MagnificentFern: Hello old friends! This story so far has been nothing but me saying that lol. Technically Ron's Harry's brother now so it's still brotherly… but you're right Harry is James's and James's alone! And yeah, Draco is completely serious on changing for Harry. He believes that Harry is the key of getting the Dark Mark off of his wrist. If only Ron took it seriously.