The Slytherin in the Gryffindor

Prologue and the story begins

Ron has always liked green. If only it would suit him. He really detested all the Gryffindor colors because they really clashed awfully with his flaming red hair.

It was practically everywhere --the trees, the food, the plants, the eyes. And if it was mixed with black-that was simply glorious.

Ron had always thought that he had something Slytherin in him, back from his early childhood to be exactly precise. He doesn't say that he likes the feeling. No, it is in his blood.

He didn't really know from where he had inherited it, but he could feel the snake in him starving to strike when Harry was claimed the hero, even though he got through most of his fights with Voldemort by sheer luck. Very rarely did he get to use his own brain.

With the Philosopher's stone he got help from him with the chess, from Hermione with the potions and from Dumbledore with Voldemort. It had been like that with all the other adventures. And in the end who got to be the hero? -- Harry fucking Potter. It wasn't that Ron hated Harry or something. That was quite obviously out of the question. He would die for his best friend; it was just that sometimes Ron was fed up with all the Harry-worshipping.

The other time when Ron really wanted to get at someone's throat was when Malfoy insulted his family. That really got to Ron because he cared a lot for his close-ones and couldn't let anything hurt them. Ever.

Besides it wasn't Ron's fault that he was poor, maybe his father's but not his certainly. The redhead felt helpless (if you don't count the kicking in the ass) when Draco stinking Malfoy opened his mouth.

And the last evil thing about Ron was simply his deep hatred for the blonde boy. No, hatred wasn't enough --it was sheer loathing. He detested the boy with the power of a thousand suns multiplied by one thousand more.

Ron could feel it in his bones when the other one was near. Sometimes Ron was scared when he thought what he wanted to do to Malfoy --it bloody well made him go out of his skin. There was no helping it.

The only thing that Ron liked about Malfoy was his clothing (not including the fact that they were bought with sheer torturing). Green and black really suited the Slytherin boy as much as the Gryffindor didn't like to admit it. It was the perfect color for the pale face, grey, stormy eyes and slim figure.

As for Ron, he thought that nothing ever really matched with his tanned skin, blue eyes, red hair and tall figure. Even more --every time that Ron had to look himself in the mirror, he just let out a disgusted 'ugh' and didn't look back. With this kind of thought, swimming in his head Ron turned around and fell into deep sleep.

****#@&****

The Slytherin common room door burst open revealing a very dangerously calm looking Slytherin. Everyone stopped talking immediately, looking down almost with an air of someone caught doing something nasty.

Every person who took pride in calling himself a Slytherin knew that when Draco Malfoy was feeling extremely angry, he would look very calm and controlled. The only things revealing his temper were his eyes. From a dull kind of grey they would take the color of the clearest ice or in the worst cases, priceless silver.

Actually, the only way really to recognize Draco's feelings in any occasion was his eyes. When he was happy (very rarely seen), thrilled, or just content you could see green sparks in them. When he was angry (except the already written description) they could burn holes into you --they glazed like fire. And finally when he's scared (even more rarely).The irises turn into very little dots and the color of the eyes is almost transparent.

Nobody really knew all that because the only time anyone got near the blonde was to be beaten or to be slept with. The number one rule in the common room was "Anyone in close proximity of the Head boy without him permitting it must be prepared for the consequences." No one had actually seen Draco without his mind guarded or just shouting in anger because if that had happened Rita Skeeter would have thrown the biggest party ever.

After he had made the dramatic entrance Draco threw himself on the bed closing and locking the curtains.

The reason Draco was so pissed off was of course his bastard of a father.

"Who is he to push me around?"

Never would Draco become a Death Eater! Never! Draco would even join the kiss-my-bloody-ass club called "The Order of the Phoenix" if only to annoy Lucius. The only sane man there was none other than Dumbledore. Even if he did drive Draco nuts with his I-know-fucking-everything attitude, the Slytherin held pride for the Headmaster for all his genius plans for destroying Voldemort.

The blond hated the Dark Lord even more than he hated Harry Potter (and that's saying something!), because he was the one for whom his father wanted so much of Draco- to be perfect in school, with the girls and especially with Potter. Besides, Voldemort's yearning to destroy every living muggle was the stupidest idea Draco had ever heard. I mean, even if the Slytherin hated every one of those wizard-phobic creatures he thought that without them the magical world would have come to an end.

Despite his hatred for his father, Draco still took pride in his family name. Even though he knew every one of them been evil and spiteful, the money that the Malfoy generation had collected had come openly by sheer work and talent. After all no one really paid Death Eaters, the prize for their killings was tremendous power --and very often that was worth much more than money.

One of Draco's biggest ambitions was to clear once and for all his family name from all the hatred coming throughout the wizarding world, which was more profound now, since Lucius was in jail. That he planned to do by becoming one of the greatest Death Eaters or more like the biggest spy for the "Order of the Phoenix". In achieving that, he would have killed Voldemort and his father; he would gotten rid of the slimiest and worst people alive.

The first step was to go to that meeting, to which the sweet friends of his father had "so nicely invited him in". Even now, the boy couldn't be free. Later he would go to Dumbledore to start one of the hardest games Draco would ever play.

Last but not least Draco attempted to confront the Weasley boy, for saying a proper goodbye or that sort of thing. He wanted to win at least once when playing with Potter and Weasel.

Strangely enough, Draco never really cared when he insulted the Boy-who-turned-out-to-be-a-big-pain-in-the-arse or the Mudblood. What made the blond boy's day was seeing the red, hot, angered face of the redhead. That really made him squeal in delight (never doing it literally and audibly of course). Weasley was the only one, whom Draco had such a big influence on. If insulting the Gryffindor's family was a way to make himself happy once in a while, than the redhead would just have to accept his destiny.

Once again, the thoughts of the angry Weasley made Draco forget about the upcoming meeting with Voldemort, and able him to go to sleep.

****#@&****

On the next morning, Ron went a little confused at breakfast. The thing was, he had dreamt how he and Malfoy were running into the Forbidden Forest. Not like running out of fear of something, just running for the fun of it.

Actually, Ron thought that he was more chasing after the blond. After he reached him, he woke up soaked in sweat. Bizarre to say the least; dreaming about your worst enemy, while not beating him up into a pulp.

Of course, he didn't mention it in front of Harry or Hermione, because they would start freaking out. With all the already started war, Ron didn't feel the need to burden them with his silly dreams.

"So what are we doing today, except the major Potions class?" asked Ron. A little more innocently than he meant, while the trio sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Like that's not enough, mate? Malfoy will give us such a warm welcome, that we won't forget. Since his father is locked up and everything," Harry said when he seated himself across from Ron and got on his plate not less than five slices of bread.

"What's up with you guys? You've been eating a lot these days," said Hermione, the last of the group to be seated at the table, next to Ron and Neville.

"You know that we have to be fit for the big match after one week. I don't want to give those slimy Slytherins a reason to sing me that stupid song again." With that, Ron cast an eye over at the table at hand and roamed it quickly in search of the blond leader. To his surprise, he didn't find him anywhere. Now where could that slimy snake be? Maybe now the fashion was to be at least 15 minutes late. The bastard! Probably with one of his whores, he calls girlfriends. Ugh, he makes me sick to the bone!

"Aye, Ron! Are you gonna kick the Slytherins' arses again, or what?" asked Seamus, while sitting next Harry, looking like he never touched a hairbrush in his life.

"Yeah, Ron! Last year you were bloody wicked!" the equally tussled Dean said and plopped himself across from his best friend.

"Hey, don't steal my lines, mate! And I've heard that you guys were chosen for chasers! Isn't that cool or what?"

"Yeah, we did at last! Now, not only you will be getting all the fun! Those stupid idiots are toast!" said Seamus as he then stood up with Dean, both making a high fives in the air, erupting a lot of screams and yells of appreciation from the table.

"So, looks like no one took care of all the sordid people in this school again," a drawling voice hissed right behind Ron's year, which made him jump in surprise and push his orange juice on the ground with a loud splash. "Be careful, Weasel," said Draco in a mock-concerned voice, "with reactions like that, who knows what you'll do when you see a Death Eater. Pee in your pants perhaps? I've always known that the saying that the Gryffindors are brave is a lot of rubbish. Well, now I have proof. A true fake one indeed." Before anyone could react --and Hermione to stop them if they tried- Malfoy was gone like smoke.

"Ugh, I'm gonna beat him so bad, he won't remember the designer of his clothes! I HATE him!" Ron almost yelled, clenching his fists under the table, with eyes shut.

"Don't mind him, Ron! He's just scared that you'll beat him in Quidditch, and now he's trying to irritate you as much as he can." Hermione whipped her wand and fixed the broken glass. "Besides, why do you always have to get so angry? You should be used to it by now."

"Because Hermione, we're not as patient as you. Happy?" snapped Ron spitefully, still in a bad mood.

"Don't sweat it, Ron. We'll pay him back. Now let's get going before we're late for class." With that Harry got his bag and along with a little sore Hermione and a very red Ron, went to the first and most awful class at Hogwarts.

****#@&****

Just across from that scene, a raging blonde was sitting on his table, being of course, fashionably late. He had had a bad morning so far and didn't want anyone disturbing his private thoughts.

Draco just couldn't believe what he had dreamt. How dare that Weasley boy intrude even into his dreams? How dare he? On top of it all, he had awoken all sweaty and that was always a bad sign. Talk about stupid nightmares! If he had to have a dream of that redhead, it should have been how the Slytherin had humiliated him in front of the whole school. Not how the Gryffindor was chasing him in the Forbidden forest of all places, like a stupid rabbit. How dare the weasel even take at least five minutes of his breakfast time for thinking about him? With that he sent a glare towards the boy at hand, but unfortunately (is it?) he was now fuming at his table over Draco's latest remarks. Oh, joyful day!

"Dray, how did you sleep tonight?" Draco heard the horrid squeaky voice of Pansy right next to his ear.

"Better than any night spent with you, as a matter of fact," the boy (well, almost man) hissed. WAIT a bloody minute. What did I just say? That I prefer dreaming about Ron instead of having sex with Pansy? And since when do I call the prat Ron? This is going to be a long day.

"Ah, you and your sense of humor, darling. You can't fool me."

Oh, yes I can! However, Draco preferred to talk with Blaise Zabini. Leaning over his plate he asked one of his friends who had some brains, after all.

"Hey, Blaise! From what I just heard, the goody-goody Gryffindors are all tough and ready for the match. That of course you realise means extra practices and even more extra torturing!" With that, Draco took a sip from his goblet, as if taking a toast for the upcoming fun.

"Now won't that be fun!" the black-haired boy laughed half-heartedly, while looking over to the Gryffindor table with a look that clearly said: "Oh, boy! They don't know what's in for them!" He quickly added as an afterthought, "I say we start this afternoon, during the class of the giant. The sooner, the better, right?"

"Exactly, my dear friend. Just leave it all to me. I'll take care of them." Oh, was Draco going to have a ball.

****#@&****

Chapter 1: Classes, truths and fights

After the trio had left the Great Hall, they headed for the Entrance, which led outside. They had five minutes before their first lesson for the day: Care of Magical Creatures, so they walked along more hurriedly then usual. Ron wasn't paying attention to where he was going at the moment because his mind was currently occupied with a certain Slytherin. As a result, he tripped over his own feet at least four times until they finally reached the clearing.

The redhead kept on repeating in his head the same sentence over and over again, trying in vain to stop fuming and clenching and unclenching his fists under the school robe: "Do not pay him attention! Do not pay him attention..." But he just couldn't help it. The hidden snake in him wanted desperately to punch, scratch or kick something, anything. To gain even a little satisfaction, Ron dragged his feet on the grass, as if spilling all his anger and frustration on the rough ground. If someone were to walk after him, he would see a distinguishable trail that led to the castle.

Annoyed by his behavior, Hermione couldn't help but comment, "Really Ron, I simply can't understand why you are so worked up about anything that Malfoy says. It is nothing but childish," said Hermione in her usual I-am-talking-to-a-three-old voice.

"Not now Hermione, not now!" the Gryffindor replied loudly, as he sat huffing and puffing on their usual spot. "Do you think that I want to be angry at the bastard? Of course I don't! It's just...I can't control it. He just has to push the right button and I'm all bothered! I don't know what to do!" Ron put his head in his hands tiredly to prove his point.

"God, Ron!" Hermione sighted concernedly. "Don't listen when he's talking to you! Imagine that you're somewhere else!"

"Yeah, like at the Quidditch pitch. That's always a nice distraction," Harry put in while putting his bag on the ground and seating himself next to Ron.

"I'll try, Herms, but I can't promise anything." Just as he finished his sentence, Hagrid appeared from the Forbidden forest, looking as good as new- without any breuses. The trio knew that Grawp had escaped after the Umbridge incident. At least their English lessons never had to happen.

"A'right kids, get 'round, get 'round. The Slytherins'll come in a little while. Professor Snape had teh tell'em somethin' after breakfast," Hagrid explained, while walking towards an enormous basket full of God knows what. Every one of the students was watching it with a frightened look, (including Ron who was back to his old self again after a while).

"Now, I doubt yeh have seen such things b'fore. They look like little puppies but they're a lot more interestin'." Hagrid opened the

basket without any effort and took out the cutest thing in the world. He certainly did look like a dog, but he was the most beautiful and enchanting puppy in the world. His fur was something between green and gold, with silver sparks if light touched it. The little animal had the oddest eyes: very round and big, the glowing brown irises filling almost the entire eye. As Hagrid put him on the ground, he looked around intelligently, opened his mouth and made a sound so soft and quiet that only the closest of the class could hear it. Most surprisingly, he started running as if someone had pushed it. To Ron's bewilderment, the puppy jumped into his arms and started rubbing its head on Ron's hand.

"Ah, looks like yeh grabbed his attention, eh, Ron?" Hagrid said with a surprised look. "That's my personal favourite. I call 'im Hearty, 'cause he's male. Now can any of yeh tell me what this creature is?"

To nobody's surprise, Hermione's hand was immediately in the air and after she was pointed to, she said in a loud and clear voice, "This is called a Sedo. Its purpose is to calm a person's feelings by absorbing all the bad emotions itself."

"Right yeh are, Hermione. 10 points to Gryffindor! Anyhow, these little things are very useful in medicine with patients who have hard behaviors. Now, I want every one of yeh teh take one of these and then teh write on your parchments what do you feel exactly. You can take the Sedos from the baskets. Come on, now!"

All the students piled up in front of the baskets and took a Sedo in their arms, making happy and relaxing noises.

"Come to mama sweetie pie. Aren't you a cute little one?" Parvati squealed with pleasure after taking the puppy and tickling it.

At the same time, back at the trio's corner, the scene wasn't very different. Everybody seemed to like the Sedos very much and hardly remembered their assignment (even Hermione). After helping the students get their creatures, Hagrid came to Ron and whispered so only he could hear him, acting like he was patting Hearty on the head.

"Yeh know Ron, you must have lots of trouble with your emotions when Hearty went right to you. Yeh sure you're OK?"

"Yeah, Hagrid don't worry. It's just that we're having Potions right after this class. No need to worry!" Ron lied with a fake, happy smile on his face. It seemed to work on Hagrid because he just nodded and went to help the other part of the class.

Truth be told, Ron felt very calm, hugging the creature in his arms. The feeling of anger and confusion, however, still lurked in the pit of his stomach like a dull ache. He just couldn't understand why did he paid so much attention to Malfoy's words. Harry and Hermione were insulted and humiliated in the same way, but only Ron lost control of his body, anytime the blonde was near.

At the same time, stroking Hearty's fur felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. The redhead couldn't help but want him to stay with him forever. Looking into those brown eyes was at the same time soothing, relaxing and rejuvenating at the same time. The Sedo was a total opposite of the Dementor. It reminded the Gryffindor of stroking the Invisibility cloak. Just as he turned to tell Harry that, Hermine hissed under her breath, "We have five more minutes. Did any of you actually write something?" And that put the end of Ron's thoughts about anything.

***@&#***

While the Gryffindors were happily chatting over the new creatures they had seen, the Slytherins were anything but happy. They had ad to endure a one-hour Snape-speech about studying and... well, studying. God! Draco even wondered if his own father had ever screamed so much at him about how much of a stupid, unworthy and incompetent bastard he was. He never lasted more than half an hour! Sheesh, talk about lessening someone's self-confidence! Not that Snape said anything bad about him. No, that was unheard of! But since Draco was after all, part of the Slytherins (voluntarily or involuntarily), he was more or less put off by all the insults (not that they weren't true!).

Also, Snape's ranting didn't let Draco accomplish his plan, which was meant to happen during Care of Magical Creatures. Now, he had to do it at Potions. Yeah, right! And my name is Neville Longbottom, by the way! No, it had to be done before or afterwards.

As the plan formed in his mind, Draco Malfoy had the most sinister smile in years.

While perfecting every part of his grand plan, Draco silently ate his dinner, throwing victorious glances over at the Gryffindor table.

After a couple of seconds he caught himself obviously staring at a certain redhead. The Slytherin noticed something different about him. Usually, Ron would eat with great passion, as if savouring every bite--not to mention that he was always talking with someone animatedly. Now, he was sitting at his table with a deep contemplative expression on his face. Draco realised, not for the first time, how easy it was to read Ron's emotions like an open book. Actually, that's why it was a piece of pie to get under his skin. That was exactly what the Slytherin planned on doing with his favourite nemesis.

Just as Draco thought about what way would be best to enrage the boy, Ron suddenly looked up from his plate with such a look that the blonde almost fell off his chair. Without showing a trace of surprise, however, Malfoy stared right back just as intensely. After about ten seconds, they started an open staring contest, both of the boys' purposes of course being not to give up. The Gryffindor had started it in the first place to try and control, or at least suppress, his anger towards the blode. Surprisingly for both boys, instead of anger the only thing they felt was the desire to win. It was as if without the hurting words, together they were only two competitors.

After 20 seconds, no one had given up yet. They were falling into each other's eyes, the distance no longer a problem. Blue and grey were glued together, without the knowledge of their friends, for a whole minute. The hard look they were trading started a pleasurable shiver down both their spines. Feeling his control quickly slipping from his hands, Draco, being the nasty Slytherin, decided to cheat. He reached out his hand, and with one finger picked up some whipped cream and brought it to his lips. With eyes fixed upon Ron in a seductive fashion, he licked his finger sensuously, flicking his tongue out as he got it out nice and clean.

The result was more than anticipated. Ron's face instantly coloured that wonderful shade of red, his eyes turning to his feet, as if he was caught doing something bad. He looked wildly around but, thank God, nothing was seen. Then, as if taking a grip on himself, he stood, saying something quickly to Harry and Hermione and fleeing from the Great Hall, not without giving Draco his best glare. His fists were tightly clenched by his sides and his ears were still burning red when he disappeared through the door.

Not giving up on the opportunity to have a little fun before the major maddening, Draco rose gracefully from his seat and followed his target unhurriedly towards the corridor leading to the dungeons.

***@&#***

As soon as Draco exited the Great Hall, he immediately heard a loud thumping and saw Weasley's biggest trademark- his hair. With a knowing smirk on his face, he followed the boy, having to almost run after him to catch up. Man, he's got long legs! Just as they reached the Potions classroom, the blonde finally had a chance to make a "conversation".

" You know, Weasley, with that horrid red hair of yours, I thought you had more hormones to suppress than any other average guy. You shouldn't have gotten so bothered, if you get what I mean," Draco said, while watching interestedly the quickly changing emotions on the redhead's face.

Right now Ron was definitely not in the mood for bickering and fighting, but he soon remembered his latest decision connected with not paying attention to anything the Slytherin had to say to him. The boy tried to put his best calm and unconcerned look on his face, all the time thinking of Qiudditch as Harry had advised him.

"You know, Malfoy, I should say as well that you're the last person who should talk about hormones and hair colors, seeing as yours is blond, if you get what I mean." Ron Mimicked him in the best superior voice he could muster. He was Hermione's best friend, so that counted as something.

Slightly surprised at Ron's clever comeback, Draco was a little caught off guard but he quickly regained his composure. Stepping even closer to the Gryffindor, just to unsettle him even more, Draco whispered huskily, "I didn't see my raging hormones being a problem back at the table, Weasel". That was when Draco understood Ron's weak spot, because the boy stepped immediately away, looking horrified. Smiling even more at his latest discovery, the blonde ran a hand through his hair, leaning his head back and biting his lips as he did so.

Ron's position in that particular moment was at the least to say confused. What the fuck? When did Malfoy turn into a head to toe gay slut? The Gryffindor was so completely shocked that all thoughts of snitches and quaffles flew right out of his head. He didn't know how to react to this new Malfoy.

"Um..uh...what do you mean?" Ron squeaked in a small voice.

Ah, here's the Ronnie I know! "I mean that you were so obviously distracted with what I did that you completely forgot our staring contest." This game was far too fun for Draco, even when he felt that he had to put a stop to it sooner or later. After all, he had a reputation to keep. Also the students were starting to spill out of the classrooms and this was going to get unnecessarilly suspicious.

"If you want to know Malfoy, I'm not a pouf, so you can go and show your little tricks to someone who actually cares," Ron breathed with a far more self-confident vioce than he felt. Truthfully, this little exchange was getting under his skin.

"As if I would ever be interested in you, Weasel King. Don't you get it? I did that on purpose, so that you could so tremendously lose the contest and I to even more glamorously win it . Maybe if you grow some balls, Longbottom might look at you twice --which I highly doubt, as that fat lump has the brain of a peanut." Malfoy hissed, staring at Ron up and down. Well, he does have long legs and a pretty pair if I have to say myself! At the next moment, after realising what he had thought, he pushed Ron out of his way and entered the classroom already filled with students, mentally fuming at himself. He silently knew that even though he got to say the last word, the redhead was the actual winner. He'll pay for that, oh so painfully!

At the same time, Ron was standing in front of the door like a goose in the desert. After he shook himself a little, he followed the Slytherin through the door, making a mental note to tell Mafoy not to look at him like that again, since it was very...unsettling. Then, paling once more, Ron braced himself for the next torture he had to endure.

***@&#***

After seating himself in the very last desk in the classroom, Ron quietly pondered while he waited for his friends to arrive. The boy just couldn't understand this new Malfoy strategy to taunt him. Obviously, the blonde didn't care at all if he had to act like a poof as long as he got the redhead all worked up about it. The Gryffindor knew how to react to an insult- with a kick in the ass, of course- but to this seduction, Ron was completely new. Not to mention that Ron wasn't a queer. Sure, Ron checked out some bodies at the shower, but that was only to know if his body was lean and muscled enough for Quidditch. He didn't do it for anything else, did he?

On the other side of the classroom, Draco was contemplating something similar. In contrast with Ron, however, he had come to terms with his sexuality years ago. He thought that the exact moment when he understood that he was gay was when he saw Cedric Diggory flying. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. After all, that was why he had made the badges in his fourth year. When Cedric died, the blonde hid again behind his cruelty and evilness. He was never going to show his real feelings to anyone, even to his father. The Slytherin was sure that he appreciated Ron's body the same as all others. It couldn't be in any other way. Nope.

Breaking both of the boys' train of thought, Snape came in the classroom with his robe billowing behind him. Obviously without him noticing, Harry and Hermione slipped through up to the first row, but just as they made it to their seats the familiar hissing was heard.

"And what makes you think I didn't notice you going behind my back? Are you taking me for a fool or are your heads still small enough not to fall off your shoulders?" In the following silence, Snape smirked, savouring the insults. "Just as I thought. 10 points from Gryffindor each! Now, I do not wish to witness another interruption."

Ron looked sympathetically at his friends as they sat down, both having to endure the Slytherins' giggling as well. Unfortunately, the redhead couldn't confront them just about now because Snape was explaining what they were going to have to concoct.

"All of you who have some kind of basic education should be familiar with the potion that we are about to make today. It is maybe one of the most used and dangerous potions existing in the magical world- Veritaserum." At this, an apprehensive murmur was heard among the students, as well as a couple of excited gasps. "I'm surprised. It seems that much more people than I expected have heard of it", continued the professor. "Anyway, who can tell me what is the exact purpose of the potion?"

Even though Snape never made any notice of her, Hermione hesitantly raised her hand. This was not an exception, as the professor preferred his favourite student, who hadn't even bothered to put his hand in the air.

With a voice that was only for Snape, Draco answered clearly without his annoying drawl, "The Veritaserum is the potion of Truth. If one drinks it, he will have no choice but to answer what he is asked truthfully. Of course, there are some who can resist it." At the brilliant response Snape smirked and gave 10 points to Slytherin, provoking some dissatisfied faces from the opposite house.

"The other thing you should know about this potion is that is very difficult to make, so even one minor mistake will most likely immediately kill you. That is why none but my samples will be tested during this class, seeing as there are more incompetent students in this year than there has to be." It wasn't needed for the professor to look at Neville for everyone to understand whom he was referring. While saying that last sentence Snape walked to the blackboard, tapped it with his wand and at once the instructions appeared neatly written.

"You may start now. Ten minutes before the end the potion will be tested on two...hmmm, volunteers." The meaning behind those words was immediately understood and the students began mixing the ingredients, hoping that if they managed to concoct the potion without any major explosions then they won't be chosen for testing.

Being one of those unfortunate people, Ron gathered his ingredients in one place, and with a sigh, started work.

Unfortunately for him, Draco had already made his evil plan, called "Super Weasel King humiliation". Halfway through the lesson, he was ready with his task and prepared himself to put his plan into action. The blonde put some seaweed into his pocket and secretly crept to the Trio's table, followed by his classmates' surprised looks. Taking advantage of the fact that Ron was concentrating on his potion, Draco tugged Ron's bookbag strap, causing it to fall on the floor with a dull thump. Taking advantage of the redhead's ministrations over his bag, quiet as a cat the smaller boy slipped the seaweed into Ron's potion, making it take a gaudy shade of orange. With an evil smile, Draco crept back to his seat, content that he had accomplished the first part of his plan.

Ron was at the moment exceptionally angered and annoyed because he was sure that a minute ago his potion was a nice shade of blue (even if it wasn't the exact color he was supposed to make). Now, he was looking at a substance with the nice color of as if someone had puked in his cauldron. The redhead was totally amazed. He was sure he had put the right ingredients. He read and re-read the instructions but he just couldn't understand where he had made a mistake. Unless... That bag falling couldn't have been a coincidence. Just to make sure, the Gryffindor looked over at a certain Slytherin who was stirring his potion with no evidence on his face or showing any signs whatsoever that he was a part of this. Not that Draco would ever show his emotions, Ron was sure. So, that concluded the Ron's investigation. It was Malfoy's fault his potion was mixed up and boy, was he going to get it.

Trying in vain to remain calm, Ron started stirring his disastrous potion just because he didn't have anything else to do. Just as he was contemplating on what painful way should he beat Draco to a pulp, his hideous potion made a gurgling sound and exploded right in Ron's face as well as everyone in close proximity.

Ron had thought that McGonagall was the quickest person to begin shouting at someone, but when Snape's bellowing got to him as fast as a flash, Ron was suddenly not so sure.

"I know it was a difficult potion to make, Weasley, but not so much to provoke an explosion. What were you thinking, stupid boy? Explain, now!" Snape practically spat on Ron's face from the effort to shout louder than a hawk.

"It wasn't my fault, professor, honest! Someone put something into my potion and. . ." Ron trailed off, hearing how untruthful his words sounded even to his own ears, which were beat red. He couldn't see how he was going to get out of this without getting more humiliated.

"I don't want to hear any more, Weasley! Obviously, trying to lie to me, as if I'll ever believe all the foolishness you just said. 30 points from Gryffindor and you shall be the first volunteer for the testing. And please, do try not to blow up the whole dungeon while you're at it! Draco, come here! You'll be the other one!" Snape only but latched onto Ron's ear and dragged him infront of the class next to the teacher's own cauldron. At least he removed the greasy potion from the redhead before anything else. In contrast with Ron's sulking, Draco rose graciously from his chair and headed towards the center of the room as if Christmas had come early. His plan was working perfectly.

"Now, Weasley, scoop some of the potion in this vial and drink it for the demonstration.After that, Draco will do the same," Snape explained in a tense voice.

"But...professor, won't Malfoy have to ask me a question?" Ron attempted in an innocent tiny voice.

"Of course, Weasley! What did you expect him to do? Dance? Now do as I said!" Snape nearly shouted .

Judging by the confident gleam in Draco's eyes, Ron felt deep dread squirming in his stomach. While sending a warning glare at the blonde, who only smirked at him, he grabbed the already full vial and drank it in one gulp. A strange feeling overcame him; it was as if he was numbed all over and had no control over his body.

" Now Draco, ask anything which you find not much humiliating." Snape's silky voice suggested.

Draco didn't have to think much, for he had already a prepared question. He looked at his awaiting audience with an evil smile before he asked, "Hmm...now let me see...Weasley, are you a virgin? And if you aren't, to whom did you give the pleasure of your first time?" There was an audible gasp from every Gryfffindor from the classroom, but even a louder one from Hermione as she clasped a hand to her mouth.

"No, I am not a virgin. My first time was with Hermione." Ron answered in a robot-like voice, not realising that he had just told his deepest secret. After Snape whispered something, while pointing his wand at him, Ron felt the dizziness quickly leave his body. He looked around to find, to his utter horror, every single person staring at him either with a smirk or with a confused look. As his gaze fell on Hermione, he understood what he had been asked. Silently, the Gryffindor vowed not to miss breaking Draco's nose when he got his hands on him.

"Weasley, it's your turn. Drink the potion, Draco." Ron almost didn't hear what he was asked to do, because as he was looking at his favourite enemy a wicked idea formed. The blonde's eyes glazed over after he took his drink and the redhead couldn't help but smile. This is going to be so fun!

" Please, Malfoy, do tell us: is the one and only heir of the most respected Wizarding family, whether from fear or not, a sweet little queer?" The question hung in the air and when the answer arrived, it made everybone, including Snape, to stare like a fish on a dry land.

"Yes, I realised it in my fifth year," Draco said in a drowsy voice. It seemed to Ron, however, that the Slytherins weren't at all surprised. As far as the Gryffindors were concerned, they just gaped and some even looked as if someone had given them a nice piece of candy.

In contrast to Ron, Draco had been trained many times with Veritaserum by his father. Although, he couldn't manage to control it, he could still understand what he was saying. So that when the potion wore out, the blonde already knew what he had said- not that he was too happy about it. He didn't want all the school to know his sexual orientation, but lots of boys had already slept with Draco, so the Slytherin kind of saw that coming. When he looked at Ron, he saw how content Ron was for drawing that secret out of Draco; that was the main reason the newly-outed gay was so pissed off. The plan wasn't for the redhead to get joy out of this as well.

Both boys returned to their seats to grab their bags as the bell rang for all the students to call it a day and to have supper. Hermione all but cried, while running out of the classroom, and she didn't let anyone talk to her, even Ron. Well, now the Griffindor saw red, as he stood in the middle of the corridor helplessly watching her run down the hall. He quickly turned around and went hunting for a certain boy, heading deeper in the dungeons.As he walked past Harry, he yelled, "Go talk to Hermione, I'll take care of him!" Harry just numbly nodded while watching his friend walk past him like a storm.

Draco, just like Hermione, preferred not to eat supper. Unlike his fellow students, he went to the Slytherin common room. Just as he was thinking about stopping off at the prefects' bathroom for a hot shower, he felt a tug on his robe and before he knew it was slammed against the cold wall by none other than a red, and especially angry, Gryffindor.

"What the fuck was that all about, Malfoy?" Ron hissed in his ear so close that their breaths and heartbeats mingled together.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Weasel. Now let go of me before I hit you in the face!" That wasn't as smart as Draco intended, but being so close to a bad-tempered Weasley was anything but calming.

"I'll tell you what I'm talking about, you son of a bitch! I'm talking about the thing you put in my potion, the humiliation in front of everyone, how you made Hermione cry!" Ron slammed Draco hard against the wall before he continued, already out of breath."

Admit it, ferret! I want to hear it so I can smash your face in!" The redhead forgot all his promises about staying calm as he watched closely the pale face.

"All right, Weasley. I did everything and I would have done more if I had the chance. Is this what you wanted? A confession? A fucking plea for forgiveness?! Well, you've got the wrong person. Now, let go of me!" Draco was so mad that he started shaking as he tried to get away from the hard grip. Ron's body was perfectly crushed to his and it was starting to make him more and more bothered. It seemed that the Gryffindor didn't much like the shaking, because he tightened his fists and all but held Draco in the air. He was at least a head taller than the blonde was, so he had to slouch a bit. Next thing he was screaming at Draco's face, obviously not caring if anyone heard him.

"Let you go? Let you go? No, you've got the wrong person, Malfoy! I'm sick of everybody pulling me back, but now there are is no Harry or Hermione to stop me. You'll get what you've asked for all these bloody years!" With that, Ron threw Draco on the floor and pounced.

Before both knew what was happening, fists were flying in the air and screams were echoing in the corridor. The boys were each trying to get the upper hand on each other, it seemed that their strengths and fighting abilities were equal. While Ron was stronger and taller, his coordination and reflexes weren't as fast as Draco's, although both played Quidditch. Draco could avoid most of the hits, all the while throwing a lot himself (he was on bottom), but two or three had hit him roughly on the cheekbones and on the mouth, so he was already bleeding. The redhead himself had a lot of scratches on his hands and legs because Draco was kicking like a wild horse.

Ron didn't care where he hit the Slytherin, he just wanted this desire to make him pay to go away. That nasty snake was taking hold of his brain and all he wanted was to hit something. All the hurt and humiliation spilled into his fists and on to Draco's face. The other boy was puncing the redhead's stomach and Ron was trying to catch his hands and to pin them over his head.

Soon, both were exhausted, but neither wanted to give up, so they ended up hitting and kicking on auto pilot. After a while Ron couldn't continue any longer, so he simply lay on Draco, panting like mad. The blonde started to suffocate from the low amount of oxygen. Without thinking what he was doing he pushed the bigger boy off him a little, put his legs around the redhead for support, sat up and bit down on Ron's lower lip, while taking a tight grip on his collar.

The reaction was immediate as Ron screamed in the Slytherin's mouth from pain. For the taller boy, this was getting way too intimate and he tried to push himself away. He was practically straddling the blonde quite provocatively and they were both attached by their lips as if they weren't fighting, but kissing. That scared the Gryffindor, who was trying desperately to get out of the situation, out of his wits.

Just as Draco started to enjoy the fight, he felt a tight pull on his hair and, screaming audibly, quickly let Ron go. As if waiting exactly for that, the redhead jumped on his feet and backed away against the wall, breathing chaotically. Draco was still lying on the floor with hands on his head from pain. Ron was going to dive again for another round when he heard the familiar voice of someone he did not want to hear.

"What is the meaning of this? Were you two fighting?" Professor McGonagall shrieked, loud enough to wake up the whole school.

"Well, of course you were! I didn't expect it from someone from my own house! And look at your clothes! Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?" This, they knew, was a rhethorical question, so they didn't bother to answer. "50 points from each house and be grateful it isn't more. Both of you will serve detention tomorrow night, so you will learn from this! Now, stand up, Malfoy -- Weasley, wipe the blood off your lip and get out of my sight! At once!"

They didn't need another invitation. Scrambling to their feet, both boys ran to opposite corners of the school, equally sure that they had a lot of explanation to do when they got back to their common rooms.

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