The Veela and The Red-Head

The Diary

Ron's POV

I was sitting in the Gryffindor dormitory when something felt oddly off. I got up and walked to my trunk, as I rummaged through it in a panic I heard the door open. "What are you doing?" Harry asked, I whirled around breathing heavily and walked to his four poster.

"I can't find it," I muttered as I looked through his night table.

"Can't find what?" He asked setting his stuff down.

"My diary," I said simply, he walked around in front of me. He pulled me to face him and shook my shoulders as he rubbed my cheek.

"Where was the last place you had it?" He asked, I looked down trying to remember then it came to me, the prefects bathroom.

"The prefects bathroom," I said with wide eyes as I looked up at him.

"Was anyone in there after you?" He asked, of course Draco was in there but he didn't need to know that.

"No," I replied simply as I stood and left the room without a backwards glance.

Draco's POV

The last lesson of the day ended with an abrupt crash from Peeves sending a cabinet, wardrobe, and the bust of Salazar Slytherin flying over Filches office. When I reached the Slytherin dormitories I pulled my four post curtains shut and pulled out Weasleys book, I rummaged through it and saw my name on one of the pages.

September 20th, it read so far, what a girl.

I was sleepwalking again, I thought I had stopped that in fourth year. But something was different, Draco was there, he talked with me and said he couldn't sleep, he also gave me some pajamas since mine were three inches too short. We had a civil conversation, unbeleivable I know, and we decided to call off the whole childish fued between us. Funny, I almost think I like him, but he isn't gay, that'd ruin the Malfoy's name.

I was shocked, to be completely honest, not by the spelling but by the way he wrote about me. I didn't think he would ever feel that way, I thought we were just friends, and yes Ronald I am gay, maybe for you maybe not. I decided to fix his spelling and flip through the book again, only this time I saw something very interesting and sorta inappropriate.

September 21st,

Harry had an early Quidditch practice scheduled so that we could get a better chance of winning. I didn't know when it was because I forgot, mainly because I was being held up in the bathroom with Draco. Someday I'll tell him how beautiful he is, even when he's crying he's gorgeous. Anywhore, Harry walked in when I was holding Draco and trying to calm him and he got all pissy because I forgot to talk to them about it. But in the end, I still got a piece of that fine arse of his, well I have to go Crookshanks just came in and I'm pretty sure he's gonna tell 'Mione that I'm up.

Well, that was a roller coaster from start to finish. I sighed and got up deciding it was best to return the book before I found anything that might hurt me. I climbed out of bed and walked down and out of the stone wall, I ran into Ron on the way who, might I add, looked angry, disheveled, red, and quite cute now that I think about it. "Draco! Thank Merlin I found you! Do you have my book?" He panted as he grabbed my shoulders, I looked around and pulled him into an empty classroom.

"Is this the book you're talking about?" I asked pulling the diary from my robes, he looked at me wide eyed and panicky.

"Yes! You didn't read it, did you?" He asked as he reached out to take it.

"No, of course not," I lied quickly, if he saw the spelling fixes then he'd think it was either me or Granger.

"Ok, thank you," he said, I smiled and nodded.