My name is Ronald Weasley. I have two great friends, best friends. That is exactly what they are. The greatest and the best. It's rather overpowering, really. I'm sure you know who they are…

Hermione Jane Granger is the best witch Hogwarts has seen since Rowena Ravenclaw. She has the highest grades ever recorded at the school. She received an Order of Merlin, second class for inventing a series of spells that weakened Volde- You-Know-Who enough to allow Harry Potter to defeat him this past summer. It was no huge surprise when she was made Head Girl for this year, our seventh and last year at Hogwarts.

Hermione has also physically changed since our first year… a lot. She is now the fantasy of every straight wizard at Hogwarts. Her bushy hair has relaxed into long beautiful curls, and she has grown into this beautiful tan, curvy body. She's basically got all of the guys at our school lusting after her. I would be one of them, if I was into girls. She is happily involved, however, with a one Dean Thomas, resident Gryffindor artist.

Now, I am sure you know the other friend. My first friend ever, really, Harry Potter. Yes, that Harry Potter. Harry Potter, Order of Merlin, First Class. Harry Potter, the boy who defeated You-Know-Who. Harry Potter, the teen who saved the world. Harry Potter, the superhero who, with his muscles and bright green eyes and fabulously messy hair, is attractive in the eyes of just about everyone, but is too wholesome to be a playboy, as he only has eyes for my sister, Ginny.

I don't even have anyone to properly hate anymore. Before the final battle, Draco Malfoy showed up at our camp. I was ready to kill him, as were about 150 other people. Dumbledore stood up and yelled to everyone in the camp before we could do anything that there was something we ought to know. As it turns out, Draco had been a Death Eater spy, on a much more secret level than Snape had been. He, like Hermione, received an Order of Merlin, Second Class for his efforts. He stayed behind the Death Eaters at the start of the final battle and suddenly started attacking them from behind, taking them totally by surprise.

Things really didn't change a whole lot between the Trio (Harry, Hermione, and I) and Draco. We didn't outright insult each other anymore, but we never really talked, either. We all sort of just co-exist in a, not hostile way, but not exactly friendly either.

Then there's me, Ronald Weasley, the other member of the "Golden Trio". I've got an Order of Merlin, fourth class. Who ever even heard of an Order of Merlin, fourth bloody class? As the Daily Prophet so bluntly put it, they probably invented it because they needed something for that other kid in the trio. I'm too tall, too lanky, too red-headed, too big-nosed to be considered even remotely attractive. I don't even have nice eyes. Ginny's and the Twins' eyes are these nice clear blue. Percy, Charlie, and Bill have got these piercing periwinkle eyes. I, for some reason, was cursed with dull grey-blue eyes. Exciting, right? I thought not. I'm just kind of overlooked by everyone: my family, my peers, my teachers, my friends.

I'm not saying that Harry and Hermione aren't really good friends to me. They've always been there, when my dad was attacked, when my brother, Bill, was attacked. It's just that lately, they've been in their own little precious worlds. Everyone is worshiping Harry for saving the world. Everyone is congratulating Hermione for being a bloody genius.

I think the most effective example occurred at about 11 pm on the second night of our Seventh school year, which also happened to be about two hours ago. I decided to tell Harry and Hermione about the one secret I had kept to myself for quite awhile. It was rather late, no one else in the common room. I sat on a chair across from the couch that they both were sitting on. Dean and Ginny had already gone to bed, so they were partner-less. Eventually, I just took a deep breath and said, "Harry… Hermione… I…. uh… I think I might me…. Um… gay."

Do you know how they reacted? Harry yawned and sort of nodded. Then he walked up to the dorms to go to bed. I don't think he even heard me. Not that Hermione's reaction was any better. She just sort of mumbled an "Oh, that's nice, Ron," and went back to her homework assignment.

Needless to say, I lost it. If steam could come from my ears, it probably would have right then. Not caring that it was way past curfew, I ran. I ran out of the common rooms and through the halls. I didn't care where I was going. I wanted to go somewhere where I could be just Ron Weasley, not Ron Weasley who is friends with the greatest witch and wizard of our time. Suddenly, it seemed like out of nowhere, this blue door appeared in front of me, sort of like the room of requirements, but in a different spot. Curious, I opened the door and stepped into a small, simple room. It had a bed similar to the dormitory beds, a couch, an armchair, a bookshelf, a desk, and a fireplace. It was cozy. I sat on the overstuffed comfortable couch and leaned my head back. I thought about everything that had been going on lately and tried to sort it out in my head. Hah.

I sat like this for awhile before I noticed something. A feeling. You know those feelings where you know someone is watching you? Yeah…one of those. I lifted my head up and saw a figure sitting in the armchair across from me.

My eyes widened in surprise when I saw that it was Malfoy. I hardly recognized him at first. His hair, usually gelled back, was loose and hanging delicately around his face. He wore loose fitting muggle jeans and, in contrast, a tight black tee shirt that set off his glowing fair skin. His normally hard grey eyes were softened into these incredible smooth silver orbs. He looked almost angelic. When I had finally regained my voice, I asked, rather bluntly, "How long have you been here?"

"A while." came the equally sharp reply.

After silently staring at each other for a good 5 minutes, Malfoy stood up. I presumed he was leaving, so I closed my eyes and put my head back to it's position on the back of the couch. To my surprise, it was yanked back up by a soft hand on the back of my neck. I almost immediately found myself face to face with Malfoy. Before I could think anything else, the hand pulled me just a few centimeters closer, locking my lips onto Draco's.

My brain had no more tolerance for confusion. It just gave in to the soft lips that were currently attached to mine. My hands went up, fingers weaving through the soft blonde hair, pulling his head down more, crushing his lips into mine, forcing both of our mouths to open. As our tongues made an exploration of remarkable preportions, I felt myself thinking a few thoughts. They were something along the lines of "What the hell am I doing?", "Holy shi-… Oh god… Fuck, that's nice.", "More please.", and "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming." By that time, Malfoy was sitting on my lap, his legs on either side of mine. I did everything I could to get him as close to me as possible, whilst never leaving the attention my mouth was getting from his. It all went so fast, a blurry progression of lips, mouths, tongues, hands, and suddenly, as fast as it had started, I was cruelly shoved into the back cushion of the couch, Malfoy's forearm holding me down by the throat. He had his wand pushed up against my temple. Fearing the worst, I whispered a soft "please" to the silver eyes, the swollen lips, the flustered-looking boy, no… man in front of me. He shook his head slightly and whispered "Obliviate."

The world went black.