Naughty Boy (or He Couldn't Help It)

DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

SUMMARY: Prequel to Naughty Boy. Ron notices Harry’s obsession with Malfoy is a little overboard. He does what he does best: He blows up over it.

PAIRINGS: Harry/Ron, mentions of Harry/Draco.

WARNINGS: Nothing. No smut in this part. Just a little kissing. Obviously refers to yaoi relationships. You still have time to press the back button.

A/N: This is a little short prequel to Naughty Boy. Some reviewers of that story wanted a little more insight into Harry and Ron’s relationship, but I didn’t have the heart to write Harry and Ron a smut scene. I can read them just fine, but I’m loyal to a fault when it comes to Harry and Draco and it just didn’t seem right to write a smut scene without Draco there. Sorry. Therefore this stays with Naughty Boy.

Also, you can go to http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=starrose to view the video that inspired my story. I didn’t base the story completely on Starrose’s video, I just borrowed her concept (the H/D/R ship) and the song.

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I don’t get it. Why does everyone think I’m daft? Harry thinks I’m dense, but I’m not as stupid as everyone thinks. I can see what he’s doing.

What does he think he’ll accomplish by stalking that ferret? He keeps saying that he thinks Malfoy is still up to something, but even I know that’s a lie. There’s something else…

There he goes! I turn around and see Malfoy leaving the Great Hall, and, right on que, Harry follows.

“Bloody hell,” I curse under my breath and Hermione turns to me, an eyebrow quirked.

“Honestly Ronald. One would figure that you’d be used to this by now,” she comments dryly sticking her nose back in her book.

Anger rushes over me and I push my food away. I jump from my seat and run from the Great Hall, hot on the heels of my best mate. I find him in the corridors of the dungeons, leaning against a wall. Before I can control myself, I’m rushing forward pulling him into an empty classroom. His face is painted in shock for a split second before it morphs into confusion.

“Ron, what’re--”

“Stop it Harry! I don’t what you’re playing at, but…but…”

“I don’t know wh--”

“Yeah right! You’re following Malfoy all over the place!” At this his face blanched.

“Ron just listen!”

“NO! Your obsessed! You know he’s not up to anything anymore! Even I know that! You have to stop!”

“Ron! It’s not like that!”

“Then what’s it like, then?!”

“Well,” Harry stuttered on his words a little, then continued on, “well I just think that…well he’s just a tease!”

I blinked at him in shock. That’s what this was all about?!

“What?!”

“Well he struts around like sex on legs and has every bloke and bird drooling all over themselves! I don’t think it’s right!”

“What do you care?! It’s Malfoy! It shouldn’t matter to you--”

“I just do, Ron, okay?! I can’t help it! I hate it when he pretends like I don’t exist! I used to pray he would leave me alone, but now I just--”

“Stop! I don’t want to hear this!”

“Ron, just--”

“Stop it, Harry,” I say quietly, rage burning in me.

“Look, if you paid more attention--”

“I DO!!”

“--IF…you paid more attention to anything besides me then maybe you’d see things the way I see them!” He turned around and stormed out leaving me to ponder.

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For the next three days, I brooded over what Harry said.

“What does he mean, ‘I’d see things the way he sees them?’” I ask Hermione on the third night. It seemed to me that she already figured everything out. It was nice of her to tell me!

“Maybe what Harry’s trying to say is that you should look at Malfoy a little bit more,” she said as my jaw dropped. I’m sure I looked appalled. “I’m serious, Ron! All you do is pay any attention to Harry. Maybe you if saw things through Harry’s perspective, you’d understand.” And with that her nose was back in the old tome. Again. I hate it when she does that.

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So I did. I looked at Malfoy. At first I felt like I was going barmy! I tried to hide it by doing odd mannerisms (Hermione would be proud of me! I can use big words!) like scratching my nose or rubbing my eyebrows. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that it was making it worse. I was sure I looked twitchy and nervous.

For three more days this went on and, while Harry was serving detention, I took my chance to follow Malfoy. I took a deep, cleansing breath and reminded myself that this was for Harry, or rather so I could understand Harry.

It was after dinner and I assumed he was on his way to the library to study. The few students that were in the corridors stared at him like they’d been in the desert without water. Most waited until they thought he was out of earshot, and begun to whisper furiously.

“Oh Merlin, he’s hot!”

“I wish he’d smile! He’d be so much sexier!”

“Look at that arse!”

At that I sped away.

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On the fourth morning I witnessed the straw that broke the camels back so-to-speak. I was talking to Harry about Quidditch, when Harry looked up, and his eyes glazed over. I turned around and there he was. Mr. Hotty McHot Stuff. I turned back around to Harry and finally understood.

It was like a knife to the gut. Lust. Admiration. Need. Before I could rip into him, shouts filled the Great Hall.

“Whoo hoo! Yeah sexy! Walk that cat walk!”

“Oh baby show us whatcha got!”

“Malfoy’s a Sexy Beast!”

My head whipped around trying to see who was saying all of that. I instinctively turned to the Slytherin table, but they looked as shocked as everyone else, although they did look like they were on the verge of raucous laughter.

The Ravenclaws were blushing like mad, but whispering collaboratively. It wasn’t the Gryffindors, so that only left…

The HUFFLEPUFFS?! My head whipped around so fast, my neck popped. What I saw nearly made my eyes pop from their sockets!

A small group of seventh year Hufflepuff boys, headed up by none other then that prick Zacarias Smith, were cat-calling at Malfoy.

I turned back around to gauge Malfoy’s reaction, sickly curious to see what he’d do. He was paused in mid-stride, eyes nearly popping out their sockets, too! His eyebrow was ticking nervously, and his mouth was twitching. He looked like he wasn’t sure if he should be pissed off or flattered.

The rest of the Great Hall broke out in laughter, and Malfoy turned around and stormed back out. I felt a movement next to me and saw Harry getting up. Instead of looking pleased by Malfoy’s embarrassment, he looked ready to kill. He calmly explained that he forgot a book and that he’d see us in class, and then he was gone.

I blinked a few times trying to register what had happened. I didn’t want to think about Hufflepuffs growing backbones and cat-calling Malfoy, so I thought of Harry. And then something else clicked. If Harry being so obsessed with Malfoy meant that he “liked” him, did that mean my being so obviously obsessed with Harry mean that I “liked” him too? Of course I like Harry; he’s my best mate, but do I “like him” like him?

I sat in my daze when I felt a nudge at my side. It was Hermione. She never even took her eyes from her book as she whispered, “Go find him,” with a knowing smile graced her lips.

At first I didn’t understand, but then the proverbial light bulb lit over my head. I bolted from my chair, with my mission set. Now I had to make him understand how I felt!

I found him in the same spot as I found him last time. I stayed back this time. I was still angry with him, and wanted to yell, but I stood back and watched him watch the door to the Slytherin common room. I had to be sure that what I was feeling was real and not just my emotions getting in the way before I stormed off and started ranting.

I crept a little closer and watched Harry’s emotions flitter across his face. I knew then that I loved him. It had to be love! I knew that everything about Harry was sexy. The way his hair never lay flat. The way his eyes shone with every emotion. The way his lips would stretch effortlessly into a smile when I’d say something witty.

The smile on my own face faultered at the next thought.

‘And he has eyes only for that slimy ferret…’

At that thought I let my anger burst, dragging Harry by the arm into the same room as before. Harry didn’t have to wonder this time what was going on. I was ranting and cursing before the door was even closed. The look on his face was of pure boredom, and that made me even angrier.

“This is getting old, mate,” he commented dryly crossing his arms defensively. I bristled at that. It felt to me like he didn’t want to waste his energy or time on me! His best friend!

“I bet it is! What, don’t want to waste your time on me! You’d rather waste it on Malfoy?!” I spat Malfoy’s name like it left a bitter taste in my mouth. The worst part of this whole situation was that I understood what Harry meant now. I did what he asked and paid more attention and now all I wanted to do was smash Malfoy’s face! He’s getting all of Harry’s attention and I’m left in the dark! “What does he have that I don’t?!”

Harry’s eyes widened. “So you see it my way, now, and your jealous--”

“DAMN RIGHT I’M JEALOUS!”

“DON’T YOU YELL AT ME, RONALD WEASLEY! YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SHOUT!”

At Harry’s booming I voice a shrunk back a little. He could be scary sometimes. I took a cleansing breath, and tried again, “Look I have every right to be jealous.”

“Oh really?!” he asked skeptically.

“Yeah! You never answered my question.”

“What?”

“What does he have that I don’t?”

“I--I don’t understand…”

“Oh Merlin your dense! Don’t you see? Am I not being insecure enough?!” I asked exasperated.

Harry’s face softened and he stepped closer to me. His eyes scrutinized me and I turned my face away unable to handle his gaze. The only other way to make my feelings anymore obvious would be to actually just say it! Or kiss him…

“Ron? What are you saying? Are you in…in love with me?” he asked quietly. The tone of his voice sounded strained, like he couldn’t fathom me having feelings for him.

“I--” I chocked on my words, suddenly unable verbalize my emotions. A gasp was wrenched from me as he planted his Quidditch worn hand on my cheek. It was warm and gentle as he turned my head to face him.

“Are you?” he asked again. His eyes shone with emotion…passion…and I nearly died. I tired to fight the tears, but like girl I let them flow as I nodded my head solemnly.

In an instant Harry’s other hand was at my other cheek and a full smile broke out on his face. At first I thought he would laugh and tell me off, but he pulled me closer and our lips met for the first time in an almost-chaste kiss. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head, but then the realization that Harry was kissing me with those beautiful lips coaxed me to relax and my arms wrapped around Harry’s neck.

He moaned into the kiss and he pulled away only told wrap his arms around me and engulf me in a bracing hug. I could feel him, rather then see him, smile against my neck and chuckle. He let out a sigh, and I thought I would melt at the sound.

“I love you, too Ron,” he whispered against my neck. I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face. He actually said it. But then why was he…

I pulled apart from him and bombarded him with my questions, “If you love me, then why chase after Malfoy?”

“I already told you. He’s a fucking cock tease and I can’t stand him ignoring me!”

“But, it’s more then that. Harry, I see the way you long for him.”

Harry hung his head in defeat. He nodded his head, and was going to explain, but I brushed my lips to his. “It’s all right. I see the way it is now. The git is easy on the eyes. I just never thought you cared.”

“So then you’ll help me then?” he asked hopefully.

Oh Merlin what was he up to now?

TBC…
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A/N: Well there it is. Just some editing...

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