I Put On

A/N: Dezra, Purebloods them selfs do not approve of gays anymore than they approve of muggle borns (I feel that Lucius would think his son being gay is below a muggle born). Its not that Ron him self dislikes gays in general, but because it is Malfoy that has come out hes using whatever he can to piss of Malfoy.

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Draco awoke to nothing. He just awoke, he wasn’t sure why he was awake but he sure as hell was. He just laid there, staring at the ceiling of his canopy bed, not even bothering to look at the clock, he could care less what time it was. It was morning, he knew that much and that was all he needed. Time was purely numbers on a dial to him, just numbers nothing more.

Sunday, it was Sunday right? Yes, it was. It was his last day of rest before classes began and full blown Head Boy duties took over his life. It’s not that Draco didn’t want to get out of bed, it was more like he merely couldn’t get out of bed. Each joint ached tenderly and even the slightest movement nearly killed him. He must have slept funny. No it wasn’t how he was laying while he slept, it was that bloody dream he had last night.

He had tossed and turned, trying to wake himself up. His dream had been a reenactment of the train compartment with Har-Potter, only this time Potter kissed him. Potty Potter kissed him in his dream and his body loved that Potter had kissed him, wither he liked that or not.

Mentally he may have been in denial, but his body on the other hand was in tune with Potter. His skin grew ridged with goose bumps, hair stood on end, sweat beads rose all over his chest and brow and his member harder at the simple thought of a touch from the Boy Who Lived. His body could care less what his mind was going on about, it was getting turned on and Draco had to deal with it.

A loud thundersh crashing sound that was flowed with the sound of fluttering paper came from the common room outside his door. Draco jumped, sitting up quickly in bed and thrashing his covers around. His heart raced and he listened without moving to see what he could hear.

“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!” Screeched Granger.

“Good morning ‘Mione. I figured you’d enjoy an exploding potions book, fresh out of Fred and George’s shop.” Weasley said nonchalantly. “Can’t wait to land one on Greasy’s desk.”

Of course the Weasel did it. Draco had found his effort to get out of bed, a Weasel needed a yelling. Draco quickly pulled on a pair of slacks , a button up shirt and loafers before walking over to his bedroom door. He put his hand on the handle and stopped.

“I tried to tell him not to do ‘Mione. He just kept on demanding that you would absolutely love it.” Came Potters soft, calm voice threw his door. Draco’s eyes widened, he froze unable to move even an inch. Draco shook his head, he didn’t want to go and yell at a little blood trading Weasel because he didn’t want Scare Face to look down on him. Since when did Draco care about what people thought about him? He was a Malf- oh no wait, he wasn’t.

This is why he couldn’t do it. Not because of Potty, because he was no longer a Malfoy. Draco no longer had the respect he needed to get away with such things. He still had to do something to bother the Weasel, hell even him just existing bothered Weasely-poo and that was just what Draco would do. Draco turned the door handle and opened the door briskly, allow it to smack against the wall hard.

The trio turned and looked in his direction as he waltzed out of his room and across the lavish common room to a floor to ceiling book case, Draco studied the books closely as if he cared, making sure to keep himself in perfect royal posture.

“Ah-yes.” Draco cooed, running a slim finger down the spine of a Durmstrang; History Of The Only Pure School. He slipped the book from the shelf and took several long steps to a thick brown chair, lightly sitting on the edge and propping the book open and reading as if the trio wasn’t even right there in front of him at all.

“Why must you stay here alone with this Git? I mean at least we now know that he won’t rape you but-“ the Weasel started, trying to whisper to Granger.

“RONALD! Stop that. I quite frankly have not had a problem with Mr. Malfoy’s company. Unlike you, he minds his own business.” She sneered, pulling back open the book that had been placed on her lap earlier.

“Jeez Ron, lay off the guy.” Potter said. Draco looked up from his book. Potter had just deafened him against his best friend. Draco wasn’t sure if he should say...uh… what’s that word? It started with a ‘th’ didn’t? Has a ‘k’ or ‘c’ at the end? As if he knew what he should do. He might as well just give it the silent treatment and ignore it.

“Defending him. Ha, Malfoy I’m not stupid. I am well aware that you heard what Harry said. Thank him you stupid git.” Weasel growled. Ah yes that was the word, ‘thank’. Nope not saying it.

“You know, I may not be one for the ladies. But I do know what they do and don’t like, and I’d say right now that you bothering me isn’t getting you any points with Granger over there.” Draco said, barley looking up from his book. Weasley turned bright red and Draco smiled. After noticing that no one cared about what he had to say he moved close to Granger.

“I need to talk to you. In private.” He said threw gritted teeth, trying to whisper. She merely looked at him funny and he grabbed her arm, pull her up and out of her seat. He drug her across the common room and into her room, closing the door behind them. Draco snorted.

“They bicker like a married couple.” Potter said, looking directly at Draco. He felt like he was sitting in a pot of boiling water. Potter was keeping his eyes on him, and not giving up.

“They just need to shag and get over it. I don’t think he could please her anyways and it would surely shut them up.” Draco droned. Potter laughed, he laughed at what Draco had had to say, he looked at Potter funny.

“Well, you’ve got a point there Malfoy I’ll give that much to you.” Harry said still laughing. “Hell. Maybe I’ll bring that up to him sometime later on today, but he’ll probably turn tomato red the minute I say ‘shag’” Draco cracked a slight smile and shallow chuckle.

“Like I said, as if he would be able to please her. He needs some books on it or something. Just pick up books on sex, paste a picture of Grangers face all over the photos of the women in there and leave them on his bed anonymously. It’s what I did for Crabe and Goyle, only it was Pansy and Millicent.” Draco said tilting his head to the side. Potter laughed even harder.

“ Oh… good.. plan… Malfoy. Good plan.” Potter said in between breaths. “Oh hell this seems like fun. Do you know the names of the books that you got for Crabe and Goyle? I’d love to do this to Ron.”

“No, I don’t remember the names.” Draco said pondering. “But I’m sure any wizard sex book with females in it that can have their faces covered with Grangers will work.” Harry snorted.

Granger’s door blasted open and Weasley barged out, stomping across the common room , muttering to himself in anger and ripping through the portrait hole. Potter sighed.

“I better go after him. And hopefully get some time alone and find a book in the library this fighting is going to get on my nerves.” Potter standing up and stretching . He walked over to Draco in a quick stride and looked down on him in the chair, Draco suddenly felt so small. Potter smiled at him and leaned towards him, placing his hand on the arm of the chair to balance himself. His head moved next to Draco, their cheeks all most touching. Potter kissed Draco’s ear and whispered, “Thanks.”

Potter’s breath rushed against his ears, making Draco’s eyes nearly roll back in his head. He was speechless, he couldn’t talk or move, all he could do was watch Potter walk out of the common room without even looking back.

Unknown to Draco, he wasn’t the only who had witnessed this happening.