Sweet Salvation
By Hazemoon

Draco stared down aimlessly at his breakfast plate as Dumbledore read off the names of kids with this week birthdays. He was not really interested in hearing the names of people he didn't care about or interested in hearing people praise them just because they lived another year. Yay! You didn't die yet. It was nothing in Draco's mind to be praised for or something to even care about. He reached across the table to grab his potion's book.

/Good time to study/ He thought. Draco most enjoyed studying for his potion's class, for it was the only class that he felt he excelled in. He opened his hand to grab the book when the enthusiastic clapping of Crabbe interrupted his reach. Draco shoved his hand passed Crabbe's and grabbed his book. It was a new book, with a gloss shine still adhering to its cover, rare for a student to have this late in the year. Most had been scratched or gotten dirty, but not this one, he had taken care of it. He opened the book, rummaged through the pages, and began to read toward the last of the chapters. He was a bit ahead of the other students but would still read on when time emitted.

He found that Dumbledore's voice was a smooth tone and very relaxing, but kind of hard to read by when his speech riled the students. He decided to give up on his studies and just listen until he had finished.

"From Gryffindor, Ron Weasly…" Dumbledore rambled on.

Draco looked over at Ron's table and examined him. Everyone was congratulating him and patting him on the back. /How can someone be so poor and still have that many friends/ Draco began to think, and without realizing it started a fixed stare. Ron glanced over and noticed the blonde Slytherin staring over in his direction and smiled sarcastically. In return, Draco grinned a little, rolled his eyes, and looked back down at his potion's book.

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That day in potion's class Draco could hardly keep his eyes off Ron. Ron was tall, slender, and pale, with loads of freckles. He couldn't seem to find what was so interesting about him, or why he kept staring in Ron's direction. In the time Draco was staring at Ron, Goyle began to mix the Galodious root into the cauldron and it began to boil over. Draco came from his trance in a snap when a burst from the mixture burned on his pale skin.

"What the…. What did you do you bloody oaf!" Draco screamed at the already backing away Goyle.

"Mr. Malfoy" Snape began, "Lets keep our potion under control."

With that Draco began to pour Lithionus powder in the concoction to calm it down. But with the addition it just spat more onto Draco's robes. Other students in the class took quick interest in the activity and soon began to giggle. Draco was adding everything to the potion he could think of to calm it down. Using bottle after bottle of liquid and powder in his reach. But none of it seemed to be working. And with a loud explosion the mixture splattered everywhere.

"Mr. Malfoy" Snape began again, "A fast lesson for you, let tampered potions lie and they will subside themselves. Now get the mop and begin to clean the mess up. There will be no silly wand waving in my class to fix you're problems."

Draco walked from his table and headed toward the closet. He opened to squeaky door and grabbed to ratty looking mop.

He walked toward to Gryfindor section of the class, it was the most covered, and began to clean the floor.

As the mop rowed thoroughly over the floor, he couldn't help but glance at Ron. He was working very vigorously with Harry and their potion was looking perfect, not like the mess his partner had made.

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"And boom, it exploded covering him and Goyle with this brown sludge" Ron giggled as he retold the story of Draco's exploding potion to Hermione, who had missed class that day. "Of all the days to miss class, it had to be this one" she sighed.

Draco started to follow the group of Gryfindor's as they headed down the corridor. The group was walking slow making it easy for Draco to follow without being noticed. After they had passed the third intersecting hallway he noticed Ron falling out of step with his friends and kissing good-byes as he walked down the hall on the left. /Perfect/ Draco thought.

Draco had been down this hall before and knew the ins and outs of its walls. The Slytherin quickened his step in order to catch up with Ron. He did it ever so slyly, almost tip toeing, silent in step like a cat on the hunt. He was right behind Ron now; he could feel the current of air created as the redhead walked. /There it is/ Draco thought. Swiftly and ever so silent Draco wrapped his arms around Ron, making sure that his mouth was covered and hands were not free. With a bang Draco hit his back on a closet door and it swung open. He pinned Ron against the wall, quickly moving his hands to hold Ron's above his head and kicking the door shut.

"What in the bloody hell," Ron struggled, his voice quivering, "What are you doing, Malfoy?"

"Think I'm funny, do you?" Draco screamed.

"No, you…" Ron began to fight and struggle, but it was no use, Draco heavily outweighed him in strength. He kicked the side of Draco's shoe making his ankle roll, and the both tumbled to the ground on their sides. In the confusion Ron tried to maneuver himself so that he was on top of Draco, but by the time he thought of it Draco had already executed this move and sat himself on top of Ron, still holding his hands above his head.

"Do you find my life amusing, pauper?" Draco scowled "I hardly think you are in any place to think so," he yelled at the still struggling Ron.

Draco kind of liked this feeling. The feeling of being in total control. Ron struggling to free himself, even though it was no use.

As he sat a top Ron he began to examine to a further extent, Ron's face. It was pale, with a rose blush hewing and freckles covering a portion of his cheeks. His cheekbone was long but not thoroughly defined, with a bit of baby fat still covering his bones. His nose was small, but in its own way on his face large. His eyes were a riveting blue and when his eyes met them a shiver went up Draco's spine, making his heart beat a little faster, and his own cheeks blush with a hot temper.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron screamed.

"I wanted to teach you a lesson," Draco preached "or thought it best to punch you in the face, Mug Lover." Ron began another struggling fit, fighting for his release. Draco moved himself lower down on Ron's hips to get a better hold on the Gryfindor and noticed something stiff poking his thigh from Ron pants. Ron realized that Draco could probably feel that and raised his knees to try to move Draco from being on top of it. But it didn't work, because for every level of action Draco acted with thrice the reaction, thrusting his knees back down to the cold stone floor.

"Sick," Draco smirked disgustedly. "I hope this isn't what I think it is Weasly."

"Get off Malfoy." Ron responded.

"It is, isn't it" Draco grinned "Bet you cant wait 'til all you're friends find out you're a lily lover, can you?"

"I'm not!" Ron cried

"Then what's this?" Draco began to rub the stiff erection through the thin black cotton.

Ron's eyes closed, and his neck arched up as the blonde rubbed the tender area.

"Stop," Ron said, winded.

"Not very convincing," Draco said, removing his hand from the redhead's groin.

In an instant Draco realized what he had been wondering since potions, why he was so intrigued with this freckled boy. He liked him. This thought made Draco nervous. How could he like Ron, he was a boy. Draco didn't like boys, did he?

Lost in thought Draco didn't see Ron's lips hurdling toward his face. The soft lips touched Draco's. He hadn't expected this, but was not disgusted by the surprise. Ron's lips were warm and soft, and Draco liked the feel of them as they pressed ever so closely into his mouth. Quickly Draco pulled away.

"What?" Ron questioned, still pressing his head from the ground toward Draco's.

"Don't ever do that Weasly," Draco sneered.

"Well fine then Malfoy, next time I get…" Ron's snap back was interrupted by the soft red lips of the blonde Slytherin straddling his waist.

It was a smooth kiss for the both of them: gentle, soft, and warm. Draco, enwrapped with lust, loosened grip on Ron's arms, and Ron moved it to the back of Draco's head, gently stroking Draco's greasy, slicked back hair. Draco began to part Ron's lips with his own and began to slowly invade his tongue into Ron's mouth. It discovered, explored, and re-explored every crevasse of the warm, wet mouth and soon began to slowly pull out.

Draco pulled his body from Ron's and watched as Ron slowly lowered his head to the ground with eyes still shut.

By the time Ron came around he noticed that Draco had gotten up and was heading for the door.

Draco opened the door and with an evil grin said, "Oh yeah, happy birthday. Want the rest of your gift?" Draco stated.

Ron silently nodded, still in shock from what had just happened.

"Then meet me here exactly on hour past lights out, tonight, and if you are late I will just leave." With that Draco opened the door, took a few strides out the door, and slammed the heavy piece of wood back to it's carved frame.

Ron lay his head back down, his hands by his side, and looked out the small-carved window that had given those recent events a perfect lighting. /What just happened/ he thought to himself.

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