"What's wrong?" Harry questioned when Ron entered the common room. "Nothing" Ron responded excitedly, hiding his face with his hand.

"Well... Okay," Harry began in confusion "I'm off to practice. Maybe you should take a nap or something, you look like bloody hell," Harry joked trying to lighten Ron's mood. "Yeah, a nap," Ron responded with an empty tone while staring at the floor. Harry raised his brow in question, "Sure" he said, and swiftly exited the room before Ron became any weirder.

Keep your cool Ron thought, I'll just go tonight and...and...fix this he assured himself. Ron was feeling tired, and keeping in mind Harry's suggestion thought it best to relax and maybe catch a quick nap before his last meal of the day. He walked to the couch in front of the warmth of the common room's fire and began to close his eyes with the comfort of the chair surrounding him.

"Weasley" Draco grunted as he slammed Ron against the ice-cold stone wall. Pain shot through his body and before he could react Draco shoved his lips against Ron's and began to furiously kiss and bite on his lower lip. Ron did not fight this sudden onslaught and soon began to find pleasure in the force the blonde was using to hold him to the wall. Draco's tongue slowly invaded Ron's mouth and found no resistance as it slipped passed the soft full lips. "Oh Ron," Draco moaned "Ron, Ron, Ron..."

"Ron, Ron, Ron! Wake up!" Harry screamed as he shook Ron from his mid day nap.

Ron awoke with a wide grin. "Glad to see you in a better mood, Ron," Harry sarcastically smiled as he looked down at Ron's jeans, where his arousal was now drastically apparent. Ron blushed and sat up to hide his newly found discomfort. "Must of been some dream," Harry said as Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell, still equipped in full practice attire, giggled in the background, "Supper is in ten minutes so you'd better get ready, see you there okay." Ron nodded in response as he cupped his hands over the now softening erection.

Ron entered the great hall. It seemed as if everybody was staring at him. It may have been so, for he had entered twenty minutes late. But Ron didn't mind, Let them stare he thought, and quickly walked to his usual seat at the Gryffindor table. Waiting for him was a small cake, he sat down and began to read what the green frosting spelled out on the chocolate cake.

'Happy Birthday Ron.'

"I made it for you Ron," Hermione began to explain getting a glare from Harry "Well, Harry and I made it for you."

"Thanks" Ron said with faint smile.

"You're, welcome" Hermione stated with a tone of confusion. She looked at Harry for an answer to Ron's unusual awkwardness, but found only a shrug.

Ron looked around the great hall. A few classes had taken a field trip to pick the newly grown abyssinian shrivelfig plants that were now needed for potions class, so not many students were there. It was easier to spot individuals with this emptiness and Ron soon began to thoroughly search the room for Draco.

There he was. Sitting at the far table, flirting like usual with Pansy Parkinson. He glanced up to notice Ron's visual contact, winked with a sadistic smile stretched across his face, and looked back at the Slytherin hussy.

Ron finished his cake, ate his meal, and headed back for his room.

Ron lay in bed; eyes wide open. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier in the closet. He kept replaying the incident over and over again in his mind. How could he let something like this happen? Being taken advantage of... by a Malfoy! If that could be classified as being taken advantage of.

Did he let that happen, or was he just to scared to react. Ron had often fought with Draco and not held back, but something about this time was different. Ron couldn't pinpoint the difference, but he knew it was there.

He look over at the other boys sleeping. Whatever happened, in an hour he was going to fix it, some how.

Ron slowly and quietly opened the door and entered the closet.

"Well," Draco started "Surprised you had the courage to show." Draco stepped into the light offered by the small window near the top of the wall adjacent the door.

"Listen," Ron began to explain "Whatever happened in here earlier was just a mistake. I don't quite know how it happened, but I assure you it will never happen again." Draco got a bored look on his face and listened to the redhead as he tried to put an explanation to the whole situation. "None of this will leave these walls!" Ron demanded as he began to walk toward the door.

His exit was interrupted by the swift slam of the door as Draco stared Ron in the face. "I'm not stupid Weasel," he began to yell "You liked it Ron, and there is no denying it. Now lets get to the reason we're both here."

Draco pushed Ron's body to the wall behind them. It was warmer than in Ron's dream. Draco began to kiss Ron's neck as he shoved in protest.

"No," Ron said, backing up as close as possible to the wall "I...I cant do this."

"Why not!" Draco argued.

"I don't want this" Ron said.

"Yes you do," Draco said with a disgusted tone "I see the lust in your eyes as you stare at me in the great hall." Ron began to shake his head. "I know you want it, but you're just afraid of what you want." A light sparked in Draco's now angered eyes, and he grinned.

"What are you afraid of Weasley?" Draco demanded. "Nothing" Ron scarcely replied. "I'm not afraid."

"Yes, Yes you are" Draco said enlightened. "You've never done this before." Draco smiled and stepped into Ron, "Its alright, I'll fix that."

Draco slipped his warm hands around Ron's waist and began to lightly kiss him with a new increased passion. "Stop" Ron began to protest, but it was too late. His cries were muffled by the Slytherin's lips groping and attacking his.

Ron soon found himself sinking into Draco's robes, sliding them back around his small hips and revealing Draco's light, silk, pajama bottoms. Draco's erection was at full attention and found itself poking into Ron's thigh. Draco knew it was, but knew that Ron was enjoying the feel.

Draco soon moved his hands to take hold of Ron's and placed them at the top of his pants. Ron began to slowly slide his finger tips down as Draco moved his hands and began to feel Ron's now stiffening member.

Draco's hands worked meticulously at the tie holding Ron's pants up and began to slide them down.

"Wait," Ron grabbed his pants and tried to pull them up "I can't do this" he said heavily breathing.

"Yes, you can." Draco said as he reattached their lips and forcing Ron's pants to the floor.

Draco stared down in amazement at Ron's erection. He had longed for this moment, it all seemed so surreal. Smooth, red, and uncircumcised. It was real; the two of them, together. Draco had dreamed of this before, but even the wildest of dreams couln't come close to the ecstasy at hand.

Draco turned Ron to face the wall and pressed himself against Ron's backside. He began to suck and kiss on Ron's flushed neck. Ron felt cold at Draco reached down to the crumpled robes on the floor and pulled out his wand. Draco mumbled lightly as he felt around with his hand to guide his erection to Ron's now lubricated entrance.

Ron began to moan loudly as Draco slowly pushed his hard member into his tight hole. Pain clouded Ron's head as the blonde boy's slow entrance stretched and ripped his now burning anus.

"Does it hurt" Draco whispered, "Yes" Ron lightly moaned in reply.

Draco slowed his pace and soon found himself close to climax. He reached around the now panting Ron, gripped his erection hard and began to pump it quick. It was slippery from the moisture it was creating and was now slipping in and out of Draco's grip. With a swift stroke and a quiet groan Ron released onto the wall. The contractions created by the ejaculation in Ron's anus were strong and Draco felt the area tighten around his hard member and let go with a few jerks inside Ron.

They stand against the wall for a moment enjoying the afterglow of the activity which they just finished. Draco pulled out, reached down, and began to pull up his silk pants.

"Where are you going" Ron asked in lust.

"Let's get cleaned up" Draco responded pulling back up Ron's fleece pants from their crumpled heap on the floor.

Draco opened the heavy door, softly kissed Ron, and began to lead him toward the prefect bathroom.