Who likes dark chocolate? Simi-sweet scene between Neville and Ron. Be warned. Everything in this fic that's not in English was translated by AltaVista Babel Fish Translation page so if it's wrong… I'm sorry… but if you know of a better one PLEASE tell me! Well here we go again…

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We left quietly making sure that there weren't any 'well wishers' around the corners as we headed for Gryffindor tower. When we got there, Lavender slowly followed us through the portrait hole and into the common room, where a few younger years that had a free period were huddled around the study table, decided to stop for a moment to stare at the humble procession. They didn't stare for too long. "Pillow biter." This time I was the one who had to drag Harry out of what promised to become a great melee. "Don't bother Harry," I said quietly, "it's not worth the trouble. Besides you'll just get a detention." He nodded, tight lipped, but still took out his wand and jinxed one of their books to start flying around their heads, flying low every once and a while to bite their ears and snap off hair. It was pretty funny… he really needed to teach me that one.

Lavender was a little skeptical when she first stepped into Harry and I's dorm. Like it was some sacred ground that females shouldn't walk on. Hermione almost pushed her on her face to get her to walk through the damn door. Me on the other hand shuffled over the threshold and wobbled to my bed where I though myself, face first, down on it. Grabbing a pillow I shoved it under my face and screamed for all I was worth. I couldn't help it, I was frustrated, scared, above all else, concerned. Concerned about me, Malfoy, Harry, what I was going to do if the guys wanted me kicked out of the dorm (I didn't think they would kick me out, Neville would talk some sense into them), and poor Ginny. Poor girl has to put up with people teasing her about having a fag for a brother; she was probably running for the hills. Either that or she was hexing them all with her Bat-Bogey Hex, nasty thing that it was.

Suddenly I could feel 3 pairs of eye sticking to the back of my neck. It is quite unnerving if you have never felt something like it. Rolling over I made a come and get it motion. "Well come on," I said, "I'm ready for it, (that was a ball face lie) tell me what a sick inclination I have. Tell me that my parents will kill me." I looked at Harry and Hermione. "Tell me that you never want to see me again. I'm a big man, I can handle it." Hermione leaned against one of the posts on Harry's bed where he had curled his legs around himself Indian style. I had the sudden urge to put one hand in the air palm up and say 'how'. She looked at Harry; her arms crossed over her chest and said, "I didn't know he knew the word 'inclination'." Harry shrugged, he was still staring at me as if he was trying to figure if his best friend was still there, or if the person sitting in front of him was a whole new person. There was a great hiccupping from across the room.

Lavender was sitting on Seamus' bed, trying not to drown herself in her own tears. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to drown, or if I'd rescue her out of her own sea like Alice in wonderland. Suddenly she began sobbing harder then ever, which made Hermione leave her place next to Harry and hurry over to her before she could hurt herself. Even as a PMSing bitch, Hermione still had that mothering instinct. But that left Harry and I to play out our own staring contest. Neither of us blinked for what seemed the longest time, it was like a desert on my eyeballs, I just had to blink. blink in that short time that action took me, I realized that he was suddenly talking to me. "Huh?"

"Damnit, Ron will you pay attention? This is important! Why in the hell didn't you ever tell us about this?" I scrunched my nose. "You sound like my parents." He was shocked. "And I never told you because it wasn't important." More shock. "I'm not dead Harry; I'm still the same Ron I have been since I was thirteen. I haven't come on to you have I? (No) Have I ever tried to jump you in your sleep? (No) I don't see what the problem is then."

By now the girls were listening. "The problem, Ron," he snarled, "is that you never told us. What about all those times when we went girl hunting on Hogsmead (SP?) weekend, you could have told me that you didn't want to go but you went anyway. Were we looking at two different sexes here Ron?" I was rolling my eyes and shaking my head, I couldn't believe this. "And what about all those Play Witches that you bought? Was that just for show?" he could have gone on but I just had to stop him. "Harry, I'm not gay! I'm bi. That's two different things, ok? Yes, I did want to go with you to Hogsmead, and not to go guy hunting, we were girl hunting and that's what I was doing. Looking at girls, not blokes! I went out with Hermione remember? It was only a few years ago, you couldn't have forgotten already, could you?" over in the corner Hermione and lavender were sniggering, they seemed to grasp the idea between Homosexual and Bi-sexual; Harry didn't. "And who owns those Play Witches now, huh Harry?" uh-oh more gossip for lavender, "I owned those for about two weeks, Two Weeks! Then you decided to take them off my hands. No I don't want them back, who knows what kind of… ahem, stuff is on them now…" Harry was blushing madly, serves the prick right. I scrubbed at my nose, "but that's ok. Porn doesn't do that much for me anyhow." That was the truth, I had never, never gotten an erection from looking at a naked person on paper; moving or no.

Harry was tracing the scar on his forehead, I didn't like that. That usually meant that either he was feeling (or seeing) Voldemort or was going to say something that blew our mind. He stopped tracing and was now glaring at me. "Have you ever looked at me in the shower?" I balked, damn he was blunt. "No."

"Have you ever had a crush on me?" I blushed, what was this, twenty questions? "Answer me Ron!"

"Yes damnit! Yes! What do you want me to say? It was only for two weeks! Two years ago! I was on rebound!" Hermione gasped. "I'm over it. I'm thoroughly disgusted with myself because of it; I don't need you telling me how wrong it was too." By this time Harry was pacing the floor, I was certain that he was trying to dig a ditch to put between us with his feet.

"Who is it?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Who is what?"

"Who are you crushing on now?" I was a simple question, but one that could tare my whole life apart, one; now that it came I didn't think I could answer. I was suddenly very grateful that Lavender had come with us. I was blinking back tears again, I seemed to be crying a lot lately, "you mean, you mean you don't know?" I look over in lavenders direction "Lavender," I whimpered, "I can't do it… will you..." she nodded and blew her nose into the napkin, then she looked strait into Harry's face and said, "Malfoy," Harry's face contorted, "he likes Draco Malfoy." I didn't hear what Harry thought about that because he was gone after that, he just walked out of the room, just gone. Not a single word. Not that he hated me, that I was wrong, or that I was sick, or that he was going to owl my parents. Just… walked away.

I didn't know it at the time but later Hermione told me, and Lavender backed her up, that I started to howl like a wounded animal when he left. As if someone had shot me right in the heart.

Hermione, lavender, and I didn't speak for the rest of the time we were in the dorm, and I was dreading going down to face the world. I realize now that it had been a stupid thought, thinking that I could just out myself in the hallways of Hogwarts; that I could control what things people said about me; I was ridiculous. How could I know what they were going to say, bloody hell, I couldn't even make my best mate listen to me. I was barely aware that Hermione was shushing me, rocking me, back and forth, back and forth. I was sobbing, screaming, clutching at her like a child. I didn't care that that my eyes were all puffy, that my face was just as red as my hair or that I was crying on my ex-girlfriend. I had only a few minutes left of transfigurations and I planed to use it to the best of my ability.

I made a great effort in those last ten minutes to compose myself, considering that I had (probably) just lost my best friend. Let my ex, whom is one of my best friends, find out that I had rebounded on my other best friend after I – excuse me, we – broke up, with each other. And one of the biggest gossips in Hogwarts was sitting here absorbing everything that happens, that's said, or well… you get the point. When the bell rang Hermione was, little helper that she was, was putting a simple spell on my eyes to make them return to normal in a quick hurry.

There was a great cacophony (bet they didn't know I knew that word too) outside the dorm door, then who else then the life saver himself, Neville Longbottom stumbled though the door. "Ron! You had better be quick before the guys get the torches and pitchforks. I tried to calm them down, but they wouldn't listen to me!" a cold hand gripped my heart. "Harry wasn't with them was he?" he looked puzzled for a moment. "No I didn't see him." I smiled and was almost instantly calm; Hermione and Lavender on the other hand, were not so quelled. "Well if they won't listen to you, then they had better listen to two women on PMS!" Lavender was PMSing? Wow, she handles it well. And both women proceeded to march out the door.

As I was walking out the door, I suddenly got a very odd urge, and a strange thought. I loved Neville, no not the kind of love I have for Draco, but the kind of love that special love for a family member or a best friend. I didn't care if Neville was strait; this was the only way I could express my gratitude at that moment. I reached out and took Neville's cheeks in my hands feeling the downy hairs against my thumbs as I stroked the skin. Tilting his face slowly as if giving him time to punch me and tell me to get the bloody hell away from him, I softly pressed my lips against his. Nothing special, nothing to remember, just a simple thank you kiss. If I do say so myself, it was very tender; Neville's eyes were wide as I pulled away, as if amazed that I had entertained the idea long enough to even go through with it. "Thank you…" I whispered, enveloping him in my arms, just as I was in his last night. "Thank you for everything Neville." He was squeezing me back. My larger frame picking his small body off the floor. "For just being you and listening to my stupid ramblings, for never telling anyone, and most of all, for letting me cry on you. You have go to be one of my best friends." I heard him gasp. "Thank you, for everything, and…" I couldn't hold it back any longer, "I love you Neville." His jaw was slack, "but what about…" I smiled. "Not that way you silly…" I lightly set him back on the floor and kissed his plump white cheek. "I've got to go, see you later if I'm not disemboweled." I ran out the door, down the steps, into the common room where people pointed accusing fingers at me, then out into the wilderness of Hogwarts.

It took me about five minutes to make my way down to the steps and down into the dungeons. I ran into peeves along the way, but I just kept running and flipped him off. He screeched and zoomed off like I really would bugger him. I mean really how idiotic can you get? How am I supposed to rape something that I can't touch? But he was the least of my problems. I guess that Crabbe and Goyle were more up on the rumor mill then Harry or Hermione. They decided that it was best to try to jump me before I got too far into the dungeons or able to get at Draco. "Gonna fuck us too weasel?" was their unoriginal taunt. I rolled my eyes whipped out my wand and jinxed them so their fists didn't want to leave a single spot on the wall, useful little thing Charlie had taught me that summer, and raced down the corridor.

I was almost at the potions room, when a hand came out of nowhere and pushed me up against the wall. I squirmed, kiss my arse, those bricks are cold! The hand had moved off my arm and was pushing on my chest, opening my eyes I couldn't believe it, Blaise Zabini had accosted me. Now I had no hostility with him, so what did he want? "So Weasley I hear that you have a thing for Draco." I squirmed again this time out of wanting freedom, and he was beginning to press really hard "Yeah, so who hasn't heard that?" He laughed, a dark baritone, it gave me the chills but at the same time excited me, damn me. He was suddenly only inches from me, his dark eyes capturing mine. There was something feral there that wanted me at the moment, I had a feeling that I was only an innocent passer by, and got caught up in Blaises inability to control his own libido. The stupid fool that he was. Then I suddenly realized that his mouth was centimeters away from mine. What was that stupid fool thinking? 'Let's go snog Ron Weasley, who cares if he doesn't want it. Who cares if the rumors aren't true?' I clutched my wand tighter in my hand and was about to shove it in his stomach and disembowel him. "Zabini what do you think you're doing?" he turned sharply to his right. Yes! I know that voice!

Draco had his arms crossed and was standing, there all supreme and sure like… I didn't know… it was just, well, sexy! "If you want to live another day Zabini, you'll get your hands off him." Blaise was off me in an instant, his hands in the air. "Sorry Draco, didn't know you already claimed him."

"Get lost." Draco hissed, jerking his head to the right, and Blaise was running like a blast ended skrewt was after him.

Draco walked up to me, and he smiled. "Well Weasley, you sure've done a trip on your self this time." I bristled, "I wasn't exactly my fault."

He nodded, "yes it was what's her name, a color or a flower or whatever."

"Lavender Brown."

"Yeah that's it."

"Were you serious last night?"

"Huh?" he had had his back to me, his head bowed in thought, pointer finger tracing the outline of his lips. He does that when he's thinking you know. This time I smile, "very eloquent." He grumbled and flipped me off. I reached out and grabbed his delicate wrist in my huge hands. To say the least he was shocked, I seem to be doing that a lot in the last two days. Shocking Neville, shocking Hermione, Lavender… Harry. Massaging his palm I opened his fingers one by one, and kissed each one right on the tip, it was a simple message. But profoundly moving, Draco seemed to like it. "I'll say it again, and again, and again until you answer me. Were you serious?" he was staring at his hand, enclosed in mine. His hand looked so simple, like chiasquro, the contrast between light and dark. Mine being so dark from work, sun, playing. Draco on the other hand was pale, never having to go outside; playing was beneath him, sun was something to be avoided at all coasts. "Yes. I was… about everything." I smiled, it felt like Hogwarts its self had been lifted off my chest, and I hadn't even been aware that I had felt like that.

Using my other hand I lifted Draco's chin, so he could look me in the eye. "Comme la couleur de mes lèvres?" his eyes widened as he answered a breathless "yes,"

"Didn't know I could speak French did you?" I was suddenly pushing him up against the wall, whispering things in his ear that I hadn't spoken to any one. "Beau, magnifique…" He was putty in my hands. I called him all the names he had called me last night, except one. "Draco, where did you learn the word 'doush'?" He shrugged lazily, "I heard some mud blood." I glared, "fine, muggle-born, use it, I thought it sounded funny, so I started using it."

"Do you know what it means?"

"No" I chuckled, "good"

"Why?"

"I don't know what it means either."

I realized directly after I said that moment we were carnally attacking each others mouths. As if the few moments before people came pouring down corridor for potions, would be our last, and in essence they would be. I didn't want it to end; I wanted to taste him forever, for the rest of my life. Wanted to feel his tongue on mine, my body pressed up against his like this. This desperate need for touch to just last. I didn't care what his last name was, what my last name was. Who his father worked for, who I worked for. At that moment it all had just stopped. Gone away. It was just me and him, gasping for breath, for one more grope of the tongue. Something that would show me, him, us that this wasn't going to end with a quick grope in the potions hall. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

I guess I wanted a fairy tail ending. One where me and him would run off together, elope you know, someplace where people didn't care that we were both men, or that he was a Malfoy and I a Weasley. Someplace that didn't know about the war, or about Deatheaters, or the Order of the Phoenix. At the very least one where we stood together, one where we told the rest of the world to go bugger themselves. But this was not how it was to be.

I parted from him the last time when I could hear students running down the stairs, not eagerly running to get to potions on time. "Well I guess this is good-bye then," I said, releasing his face from between my hands, his fell from my neck. He looked at me quizzically, "What are you talking about Weasley? I'm not done with you yet. I've only just begun."

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Oh yeah people look what I do for you. Parents looking over my shoulder, school in the morning, a make up test, a presentation, and I still stay up past midnight to get this done just for you!

I have a thought for another sequel but I don't know if I'll write it. I like it how it is.

And thanks to everyone who ever reviewed you guys made this possible with your support! (Wow that sounded like a Miss America pageant and PBS all at once!)

This is what the French is supposed to say:

"Comme la couleur de mes lèvres?": "Like the color of my lips?"

Beau, magnifique...: Beautiful, splendid...

(splendid was supposed to be gorgeous, but it didn't translate right, fuckin' Babel Fish! H shakes fist H)

And of course the title

comme la couleur de vos lèvres: like the color of your lips (as in speaking of Draco's first encounter with Ron on the pitch.)

See you people on the flip side!