The Veela and The Red-Head

Hogwarts Express

A/N Sorry for the late update but I was busy with my other story. Also, the Rarry pic is because Ron and Harry are fuck buddies for fun, they're basically friends with benefits since they aren't together together, so here comes some drama.

Ron's POV

It was, again, seven in the morning when I was abruptly woken up. "You ok, mate?" I asked, watching Harry wince as he stood up. "Was I to rough?"

"A bit," he chuckled, rubbing his backside. "But you were good, trust me."

"What are you going to say when they ask about your limp?" I asked, watching him limp over to his trunk and rucksack.

"I'll make up an excuse," he said, simply bending over to pick everything up, giving me a good view. "Like what you see?"

"Very much," I chuckled, he turned around smirking and limped out of the door. I followed a bit after and grabbed the sandwiches mum made for lunch, corn-beef like always. It was nearing ten-thirty when we left for platform nine and three quarters, Harry and I went through the floo first, then Hermione and Ginny, then Fred and George, then Mum and dad, Percy and the others would be apparating.(honestly don't know how to spell it)

Once we were on the platform me, Harry and Hermione found a compartment for ourselves, of course me and Hermione would have to leave to the Prefects carriage soon. "So, Harry, how'd you get that limp?" Hermione asked as we put our trunks in the luggage rack.

"Um, you know I hurt myself when we were practicing Quidditch," he said in a tone that made it seem as if this were true, when really it wasn't.

"Really? If I remember correctly I was keeping score and not once did you get hit with one of the fake Bludgers." Hermione said turning around and crossing her arms. "It's ok, we know what really happened, didn't seem like you were keen on keeping quiet last night."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry replied quickly, I gulped and and fiddle with my hands.

"You can deny it all you like, but I know what really happened last night," she said, walking out of the compartment.

"Do you think she's just messing with us?" I asked, looking at Harry.

"I don't know, she is a pretty smart witch, she could know anything, including what we did last night." He said, also walking out of the compartment to tell mum and everyone else goodbye.

"Goodbye, mum, I'll see you on the holidays," I said as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Please stay safe, it's a bad time with You-Know-Who in power again," she said, I sighed softly pulling away from the hug.

"I will, mum, I promise," I said, with a small smile. (Literally a year later he gets poisoned and almost dies...too soon? If anyone comes up with a supernatural reference I will love you forever.)

"And you two," she said, turning to Fred and George. "Don't do anything stupid."

"We won't, mum, we promise," they said in unison. (Cut to them dropping out and putting a portable swamp in the school.)

"Alright the trains about to leave, go," she said frantically as the trains whistle blew. We hurried onto the train and waved out of the window as it left, we sat down in our compartment and looked around sadly.

"Voldemort's back," Harry said, speaking what was on everyone's mind.

"He is, what are we going to do?" Hermione asked, looking at him like he had a plan.

"Actually, Hermione, I don't know," he said, I chuckled but backed off when he glared at me. The ride was silent for a few minutes, me and Harry made eye contact often, I nodded in silent agreement and turned to Hermione.

"I'm gonna speak to Harry in private, alright?" I asked, she nodded and watched as we left the compartment.

"Are we going to tell her?" He asked, when I closed the door to the small bathroom.

"Yeah, first let me put up a silencing charm," I said, he nodded and watched as I put up the charm before getting on his knees.

Draco's POV

I was walking to the bathroom after unsuccessfully trying to criticize Weasley and Potter. I tried opening the door but it was locked so I knocked instead, "uh, one minute!" A breathy familiar voice said from inside.

"Is that you, Weasley?" I asked, leaning in closer to the door.

"What do you want Malfoy?" He asked, I sighed and knocked again.

"Are you almost done?" I asked, I could hear him panting as I pushed my ear against the door. "What are you doing in there?"

"None of your business, Malfoy!" He yelled, I sighed and looked up as something very faintly caught my attention. "Fuck, Harry."

"Is Potter in there as well?" I asked, no reply came until a few seconds later.

"Uh, no," he stuttered, I sighed and placed my hand on the door handle.

"I'm coming in," I said before pushing it open. The sight before me was burned in my memory forever, Potter was on his knees with Weasleys cock halfway in his mouth, that's how I found out about them.

"What the hell, Malfoy?!" Weasley yelled as Harry got up and harshly shoved Weasleys cock back in his pants. "Also, ow!"

"Sorry sweetie," Potter said in a sarcastic voice, they both rolled their eyes and glared at me.

"So, you two are a thing?" I asked with a sneer, though deep down I was hurt for some reason, ugh feelings suck. (Yes they do, Draco.)

"No, not a thing," Weasel said quickly. "We're just friends...with benefits."

"Mhm, I trust Granger knows about this?" I asked with a sigh, they hung their heads and then looked back up.

"No, we were going to tell her when we finished," the Weasel said with a small sigh.

"Oh, well, I don't care, let me pee," I said, pushing inside the bathroom. I heard their departing footsteps as I did my business, we reached Hogwarts in a few minutes and I got into one of the carriages with Pansy and Blaise. As we walked into the Great Hall, I met eyes with Weasel and I swore he gave me a small smile and a nod as I sat at the Slytherin table.

A/N Again, so sorry for the late update but I was working on my other story. Also, stay tuned for the Sorting, Dumbledores speech, and Ron and Harry telling Hermione the big news...pun intended.