Title: The Mistake

Author: Bell Pie toggledog@yahoo.com

Rating: PG13 for slash implications of sex.

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Author’s Notes: A little too down to continue with any of my other fics at moment, so thought I’d write this one off. Need to write something a bit light (er).

Ron slipped.

It was as simple as that. He tripped while walking. .

To maintain his balance, he automatically reached forward.

His hand brushing across the lower back of Malfoy’s robes.

The boy turned to face him, pale skin now dotted with pink. His two goons, Crabbe and Goyle fisted their hands menacingly.

"Can you explain to me, Weasel, why you just FELT ME UP?"

Now it was Ron’s turn to turn red, in awareness of the people in the hall stopping to stare at him.

"Grow a brain, you stupid Slytherin egoist. I slipped."

"Egoist. Three syllables. I would tell you to grow a brain but that would be asking for too much. Hey, how about this." Ron felt his heart sink when he noted Malfoy’s face breaking into his usual smirk, meaning that he was about to up Ron’s temper to overload. "You and the mudblood could compromise. She could grow you a brain and you could design for her a personality."

It took three people to tear them off each other. Including Professor Snape. Always Professor Snape, Ron inwardly grumbled. Ten points were taken off Gryffindor Slytherin, nothing. Ron was also favored with the usual telling off for hurting Snape’s favourite student, as well as given detention, cleaning Trophies in the trophy room until he saw his own pouting and gleaming reflection. By the time he had cleaned Wizard Welcon’s trophy for Outstanding Sportsmanship for the thirtieth time, he was ready to throw the copper cup at Filtch’s head. Damned the repurcussions. He simply didn’t care, at that point. Peeves circling his head, teasing him for feeling up Malfoy, did not help matters.

Filtch or Peeves. If he had been there a moment later, one would be getting a trophy to the head.

He reached his dormitory at two o’clock in the morning and collapsed.

Seamus Finnigan came racing up to him as he walked into the great hall the next morning, hair still mussed, robes misbuttoned and rubbing his eyes of sleep.

"Is it true you felt up Malfoy in the hall the other day?"

Ron looked the sandy blonde haired boy with absolute distaste written across his face. "It was an-"

"Don’t need to explain to me." Seamus winked. "Wouldn’t think you’d have the guts, though."

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, I wouldn’t think of it. Ok, I admit, I have thought of it. But I’m amazed you were able to go through with it."

A sudden sickened realization dawned on Ron.

"You’re joking, right?"

Seamus laughed. "It takes a lot of courage to come onto Malfoy, sexy as he is."

Ron had to turn away before he gagged. He sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Harry, averting the eyes of quite a few others who were openly staring.

"Hey, Weasley, good one." A fellow seventh grader from Ravenclaw he barely recognized patted him on the shoulder as he stepped past.

"Don’t worry, Ron." Harry favored him with a smile that did uncomfortable things to his stomach. "They’re all happy for you finally having one over Malfoy."

"It was an accident!" Ron fumed.

"I know." The raven-haired boy pushed a lock out of his eyes. "But they don’t have to know that."

Ron looked around the room. Many students were casting serupticious glances at him, including Draco, who narrowed his eyes, upon Ron’s own brown orbs locking with his pale grey.

"Yes, they do have to know that! I do not want to even touch Draco!" He said the last sentence a little too loudly, eliciting stares from the ones around him.

"Why not" Lavender sighed. "He’s so gorgeous!"

Ron leant close to Harry’s ear, stomach tingling at the closeness. "Is everyone insane?"

Aparently so, in Ron’s view.

The next day, Draco sashayed into the potions classroom to be delivered a hard thump to his rear end by none other than Harry Potter himself.

Ron couldn’t tell who was more surprised. Him, or Draco.

"What was that, Potter?"

Harry shrugged. "Sorry, slipped."

The silver-blonde stalked forward, finger pointed towards him in a threatening manner. "You’d better watch it with this sexual harassment, Potter. Or my Father will make you wish you had stayed in that shack you call a house."

He stomped to the other side of the room. Crabbe and Goyle took a moment to glare at the two Gryffindors, before following their friend.

"What was that about?" Ron looked to Harry as if he had spouted green grass to replace his raven hair.

"Finally figured out a way to get Malfoy. You’ll see. He won’t annoy us for a couple of days."

True to Harry’s word, the Slytherin was strangely quiet the next few days. Ron was somewhat bemused at the rather odd lack of bitchy comments shouted across Hogwart’s halls and classrooms. Others also noticed, including Professor Snape, who seemed a little taken a back for it. Ron was tempted to test the waters by throwing in some comments of his own but decided against it.

He was too busy being secretly annoyed at Harry for whacking Malfoy on the ass.

Malfoy! He whacked Malfoy on the-

It should have been me.

As Harry predicted, within three days, Malfoy was back to his usual, bitchy self.

This time, after a particularly vicious comment concerning Hermione, Harry waited until they were leaving the Potions classroom and reached forward to quite obviously grab Malfoy by the crotch. Both Malfoy and Ron squawked, the blonde blushing bright pink, before scuttering down the hall.

Harry was the hero of the school the next few days after that. Or of the seventh years, at least. Many of them championed him on, asking him what he’d do next. Hermione was the only voice of reason. She sat Harry down before class one day and told him he couldn’t walk around touching Malfoy up. It was very, very wrong. She made an allusion to Filtch grabbing him on the ass. Ron found it difficult to sleep that night.

What they didn’t count on was Malfoy turning the tables.

So it was that two days later, Malfoy stepped up to Harry right before potions class, grabbed him by his thick hair, and planted his lips on his mouth, engaging the startled boy into what looked like a very passionate kiss. When he released, both glared at each other a moment, green eyes on grey, before Draco stalked off, head raised high, to his seat.

"That wasn’t meant to happen." Harry frowned. Ron noted that he didn’t wipe his mouth.

"What next?" Seamus asked greedily, brown eyes alight with mischief and lust.

What next, indeed.

That was what two naked boys pondered while lying in each others arms in the Astronomy tower at the left wing of the castle.

"It’s decided, Harry. I’ll have to take you in front of the entire school."

"Hey," Harry was lazily drawing patterns on his lover’s alabaster back. "I started this. I was the one who whacked your ass. And what a nice ass it is." He reached his hand lower momentarily.

"No, actually. I started it. Exactly one year ago in Snape’s detention room, remember?"

"How could I forget?"

"I’ll admit, you did throw me, the first time you grabbed me." Harry smiled to himself. Draco did not exactly like public displays of affection. "But getting Ron in on it. That was perfection."

"I didn’t. I told you. He slipped."

"Sure, Harry. Sure. So, the Weasel has a thing for both you and me."

Harry bit his lip. "Don’t call him the Weasel, Draco."

"Alright, Potty." Harry could sense his lover smiling. "Bet it would get him off to see us like this."

Harry didn’t respond. He did not like talking to Draco about Ron. Yes, Ron was in love with him. He loved Ron, too. Not with the strength that Ron held for him. He was his best friend, his pal.

He wasn’t Draco.

Sooner or later, he would have to tell Ron about him and the blonde. As he wasn’t planning on losing the Slytherin. Ever. He knew this wasn’t a simple teenage crush.

Light and dark. Good and evil. They were total opposites. And yet they fit. Too well.

"Are you still going to tell your Daddy about me?" Harry teased, reaching his hand down to grip the place to made the other gasp and shudder. "Are you going to tell him about this?"

"Evil Gryffindor. That’s what you are." Draco gasped and smiled. "So what shall we do for a finale?"

Harry stopped his ministrations, deep in thought.

"You could give me a blow job in front of the school during breakfast. That would please everyone. Particularly the Slytherins. They’ve always wanted to see Harry Potter on his knees."

"I was thinking more along the lines of me bending you over the teacher's table. Directly in front of Dumbledore."

The blonde gasped. "You are infinitely more evil than I could possibly imagine, Potter!"

Harry smiled, enjoying disturbing Draco.

"But it would be amusing to see the look on his face."

"Rightly so."

Stroking lead to more frenzied touching and kissing. Very much beknownst to the two, they had a few spies on their lovemaking.

Both had gone behind the other’s back to serupticiously set up an ‘accidental’ viewing of the proceedings by a few key personnel.

All part of the next stage in their game.

Both also knew that the other would do such a thing, therefore it wasn’t, in all reality, behind the other’s back.

"Ah, so this time Harry’s on top." Seamus observed.

Ron rushed away with tears in his eyes.

He was the only one that neither Harry nor Draco had anticipated sneaking into the secret passage to look through the portal with a direct view into the room. And he had heard everything.

In that moment, the tides of fate changed. A couple of boys swapped their predestinies. In the bliss of his lover surrounding him, engulfing him fully, Draco made the sudden decision to turn to spy against Voldemort.

Ron made a brilliant Death Eater.