So, I officially know that Vicky-Star HATES the fact that I give such late late updates. But maybe she won't hate me as MUCH because this update is longer!
1/2! ... Don't hurt meh Vicky!
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"ACHOO!"
"...I love it when people blow snot and spit on my face."
Draco turned away blushing like mad. Of course this happens. It could only happen to Draco.
He gets a bloody cold on his first kinda-sorta date with Ron. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without him sneezing all over Ron's face.
"S-shutup Weasel!"
This week, including this moment, had not been going good. Sokka had been pissy, Draco's hair didn't wanna fall the right way and Harry Potter had to choose this week of all the fucking weeks to take back his 'fatherly rights'. Nothing had been going right and this was the one day he had been looking forward too.
But of course, this got fucked up too. Wonderful.
Ron wiped his face with his sleeve and gave a long sigh. Draco was being a real git and acting like a woman on her period. This date was supposed to be fun.
Both boys just stared at each other. They weren't officially going out, but they were definitely involved. They had kissed almost 10,000,000 times since that moment in the Hospital Wing and every time Draco was given that same alive feeling. No one really knew about them. They didn't try to hide it, but they definitely didn't put it out there.
Sure they shared a few glances here and there, or they brushed hands in the hallway, but they wouldn't go as far as sitting at one anothers House tables or making out in the middle of the hallway. Yeah, right. Draco wouldn't fucking allow that. He had a reputation to uphold.
"Listen, maybe this was a mistake..." Ron started, naturally Draco finished it.
One kiss. One small chaste kiss on the lips, but in that one moment something ignited.
"That's not a mistake." Draco said when he pulled away.
Ron had to refocus again. Latley, the feel of Draco's lips had this effect on him. This... off centering effect. Like for a moment... he forgot... and thank god, because latley he wanted to forget...alot of things.
"Right...but shouldn't you be in Dumbledore's office right now? Fighting? At least, I would expect you to be there..."
Draco's eyes went dark. He pulled himself from Weasley's arms which were currently wrapped around his waste. It was adorable to Draco at first when Ron was going to pull him in for a cute movie-like kiss (right before he sneezed on his face), but now it was just annoying. The moody blonde turned away and quickly started walking his way back to the school.
"Draco!...DRACO!"
"Shutup Weasel! This date is over!"
(It had only been going for 10 minutes.)
Ron looked like he had intense dandruff. The snow was falling lightly on the grounds of Hogwarts. He had thought that it would be the perfect kind of weather for a walk/date. That was before all this shit had started.
Draco was deep in thought about the current situations surrounding him. It was all very confusing, maddening, and slightly emotional. Okay, VERY emotional. Draco had spent most nights crying about it.
It had all started Monday. Monday morning to be excat. Sokka had been eating breakfast on Draco's lap. Sokka was becoming slightly more independent. He was eating a larger variety of foods. He could stand on his two feet, but not yet walk. He was slowly learning how to say more and more words. It was actually very enlightening for Draco seeing his little boy grow up.
It was during that string of thought that a letter was dropped onto Draco's lap. Sokka laughed at all the owls flying above. Draco tore the letter open, it read:
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I am requesting your presence for a meeting in my office after dinner today.
To be frank, it has to do with issues concerning your son.
See you soon.
- Albus Dumbledore
Draco stared at the letter for awhile. He looked up at the table of professor's only to share a quick glance with the Headmaster.
"Mommy?" Sokka said.
Draco smiled down at his son... all the while his hands were shaking.
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"Excuse me?!"
"I think I said it clearly the first time Mr. Malfoy."
"I don't think you fucking did! What your saying is that you want this no good, rotten, twisted, obssesed fucker spending time with my son!"
Draco glared at Harry who was calmly sitting in a chair, hair tamed, legs crossed, and he had this smile on his face that made Draco want to scream.
"Mr. Malfoy You are being unreasonable-"
"UNREASONABLE?! UNREASONABLE?! HE'S THE ONE THAT'S UNREASONABLE! WHERE WAS HE THE FIRST FUCKING MONTHS OF HIS SON'S LIFE?! WHERE WAS HE WHEN I WAS PREGNANT?! WHERE WAS HE WHEN I WAS GIVING BIRTH IN ST. MUNGO'S?! WHERE WAS HE WHEN I WAS UP 3 NIGHTS STRAIGHT TRYING TO CALM HIS SON DOWN LONG ENOUGH SO I COULD GET 20 MINUTES OF SLEEP?! HE'S THE FUCKING UNREASONABLE ONE!"
"I told you Professor," Harry said with the most calm (and totally fake) voice, "Draco kept me from seeing my son. I even sent him a present to show Draco how much I wanted to see Sokka. He blantantly ignored it."
"Is this true Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco was fuming. He was going to punch something. Strike that. He was going to castrate Harry with a spoon.
"Yes-NO-Sort of! Look it was just a toy lion that Sokka likes, the point is-"
"The point is Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore began...his voice raising in volume, "You are keeping this child from his biplogical father who obviously cares very much for this child."
"He doesn't ca-!"
"THEREFORE!, I am demanding you two share the custody of this child OR Mr. Malfoy you will have to take this matter in court which would result in your expulsion from this school."
Draco couldn't believe this. His son was literally being torn from him.
"Thank you Professor." Harry said in a sick sweet tone. With that, Harry walked out of the office. Draco watched him leave. He turned back to Dumbledore to give him a piece of his mind, but was stopped.
"You can leave now Mr. Malfoy." There wasa certain authority in Dumbledore's voice that sent a cold shiver down his spine.
Draco made his way down the spiral staircase, he felt broken, empty, or something. He couldn't even place it. He started walking back to his room until he was slammed into the wall by the one and only Golden Boy.
"OW! YOU FU-"
"Shut your fucking face whore."
Harry's breath stunk of Firewhiskey. Hell, the bottle was in his right hand. The left hand was currently busy wringing around Draco's neck.
"-cough- D-Did you hide that in your shirt Potter?"
Harry tightened his grip.
"No just hid it at the bottom of the stairs. Fire whiskey is my new best friend. You should get to know him. You already got to know my other best friend...Does the name Ron ring that hooker bell?"
Draco's eyes went wide.
"Ring Ah Ding Ding. We have a winner."
Harry took another gulp form the bottle.
"You arn't going to touch my son."
Harry gave a sick laugh then leaned toward Draco's ear. He gave it one swift lick then whispered
"Say hello to Daddy."
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Back to the present, Draco had his arms wrapped tightly around Ron. He wasn't saying anything. Ron was still shocked. Draco just randomly turned around and hugged him. And now here they both stood, Draco's head burried into Ron's hand-me-down jacket, Ron running his hand throguh Draco's hair... the snow slowly falling on both of them.
"I hate this." Draco mumbled.
"It shows." Ron mumbled.
Draco punched him.
"Ow! Bloody hell."
"Shutup fucker." Draco growled.
"Ladies shouldn't speak with such language."
Draco socked him in the stomach and Ron toppled over.
"OW! WHAT THE FUCK DRA-"
Draco fell to his knees, put his hands on Ron's cold face, and kissed him.
He needed that Weasely fire more then ever. Their tounges danced with eachother, playing tag in and out of eachother's mouths. Draco pulled on the red hair and stared down into those blue ocean eyes. They were both lost in some foreign land that was becoming more and more familiar each time their lips met. All too soon, it ended.
"Hah...Hah...Oh my...god..." said Ron.
Draco got up and walked away. He had gotten a taste of the hell he wanted to be a part of. Now he needed to take care of his reality.
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Harry Potter was sitting outside the Gryffindor common room. His son sitting next to him. He really didn't know what to do with this kid. He didn't really care.
This whole custody thing...or whatever he had fought for... (he was half drunk in Dumbledore's office) is just a part of his big...plan thing. That he was kinda making up along the way, but hell, for a half baked plan things were going good.
He could tell how hurt Draco was when he had to hand Sokka over to him. Draco kept telling Sokka he loved him and blah blah blah all that shit. Again, he was half drunk. The point is when Sokka was handed over to Harry, he got to look into those watery silver orbs known as Draco Malfoy's eyes.
"Want Mommy!" yelled Sokka.
"Oh shutup." Harry said focusing on the wall. His eyes were a bit shaky from those muggle drugs he tried last night.
Sokka didn't know Harry was his father... that was one of the 'conditions' Draco made. Stupid. Harry didn't see the point. Draco would come back to him... It was all part of the half-baked scheme.
"Sokka?!" Speak of the devil.
"Mommy!" yelled Sokka, he outstreched his hands toward Draco. Harry shifted his eyes toward the Slytherin Prince. He was always so beautiful... That beauty used to belong to Harry. But now?...Now it belonged to that no good double fucking crosser Ron Fucking Weasley.
He was part of the half-baked scheme, as well.
Draco picked Sokka up and stared at the twitchy, shaky Harry Potter.
"Your fucking pathetic." Draco spat.
Harry just gave a weak smirk.
Draco gave a disgusted sound and strutted away.
"Mommy..." Sokka said with a smile. He hugged Draco and buried his head into Draco's shoulder.
"He's never taking you away again Sokka...I promise." Draco whispered.
"Wron?" Sokka said while pointing.
"What?" Draco turned around.
Ron Weasley stood there freezing his balls off, coat wrapped tightly around him, soaked through, and rosy cheeked.
"What are you doing here Weasel?"
"We're doing our date over again. Starting now." Ron said. His blue eyes determined.
"I have my son now Weasel. We'll do it some other time."
"He can come too. I have to be with you today, I have to make everything semi-ok."
Draco raised his eyebrow.
"Um, who gave you those 'duties'?"
Sokka giggled when he saw Ron's deep blush.
"I-I-It's my job as your...s-...semi-boyfriend!"
Something in Draco lite, sparked, or something. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't miss a beat.
"Well Weasely, if your gonna take on that role you best start rethinking those 'moral values' your parents taught you."
Ron looked up from his feet and stared at Draco and Sokka. He took a deep breath. No, he wasn't ready for this. He wasn't even sure what he was doing.
He was just listening to that feeling that had been guiding him through all of this ever since his and Draco's lips first met.
"I'll rethink it all."
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(Sorry for any typos ahead of time. I didn't proofread)
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- WJAM