HK: Well now... as you will notice in this next chappy, I have focused on one character in particular. Originally this was because I knew if I didn't do a Rowling and skip ahead, we'd be here literally FOREVER, but I also had to cram stuff in... but then...
Youko: The usual crazy took over, she didn't write for 1 FREAKIN' DAY and got attacked by a new muse, so SO MUCH FOR PLOT.
HK: (pouty face) Hey, I never realised before how much fun it was to DEVELOP character... oh yes, and I randomly decided on... two new pairings, at least one of which I hadn't deliberately considered until now, but see if you can guess what they are!
Shishi: Oh please, with all the mixing you do there's already about a MILLION pairings here.
HK: True that... anyway, anyone who doesn't like yaoi, I'm 1) surprised and 2) honoured if you made it this far, so JUST FOR YOU if I'm planning to actually do anything other than hint, I shall put a YAOI WARNING above and below the incident. :) Cause the little fangirl in me is rooting for a boy/boy kiss... and yes I know I have been fail about writing that until now, but neh. Am I forgetting anything?
Youko: Gigantic orgy?
HK: Nope...
Shishi: To update?
HK: Not anymore... okay, I think we is good! And since this is chappy 49 (I think), next time downstairs we shall have some new guests! That means dear Youko and Shishi may be leaving this here top thing, but we won't worry about that for now... we have to worry about tracking down that special strain of fangirlism that kept me up for 25 hours straight... fun... sadly, I lost it when I got VICIOUSLY overtired and DIED. Do NOT stay up all night writing fan fiction the day before you go to a theme park... I nearly threw up, and that NEVER happens... :( Haven't been on the internet long enough to recover yet, and this is THREE DAYS LATER. DX ANYWAY! Enough about my problems, because you don't care and neither do I, so on with the story! Oh, and I finally got off my lazy butt to write down how many disclaimers I have left to do because I keep losing track, and I currently have 5... sorry if some of them are being redone, but as I said, I lost track HORRIBLY. DX But now, thanks Artemis Trinity for this one!
Draco: Kill me now... DIDN'T I GO THROUGH ENOUGH IN THE MOVIE?!?!
Shishi: Evidently not.
Disclaimer: Draco: (in leather miniskirt and tube top) Ah... (tries to pull down miniskirt, fails)
Karasu: ... (sneaky face)(edging towards him)
Draco: 0.O (edging away) Uh...
Karasu: (pounces at him)
Draco: (freaks, funs away screaming) HK DOESN'T OWN YYH OR HP!!
WARNINGS! Not much... possible language.
Madam Pomfrey had several drafts for restoring blood, so Draco was awake again by the next morning. Hana had insisted on staying with him, despite the matron's disapproving clucks, so Jin took the woman aside, explaining the situation to her before heading off to bed himself. While still not convinced it was a good idea, she nonetheless allowed Hana to stay. Thus when Draco woke up, the first thing he saw was a blue haired vampire resting the side of her face against his bed, blue-grey eyes fixed on his face. Of course, as Kurama and Shishi were painfully aware, meeting Hana's eyes after she fed on you was... let's leave it at a bad idea. Though she smiled when she first saw he was awake, once she noticed his discomfort she left abruptly, leaving a confused and lonely Draco behind her.
Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping him in the ward all day to ensure a full recovery, muttering angrily about 'crazed vampires' every time she passed him. It was boring, though the demon crew did come and visit him at lunch. Kurama did most of the talking, explaining that he was taking notes for the boy in all the classes they had together, while a rather reluctant Shishi was covering the rest. Apparently Hiei wasn't an option, to the thief's displeasure, and Kurama promised to return after dinner with the accumulative notes and any homework. The group remained, chatting with and around him until the door was thrown open by Pansy Parkinson, who was followed by Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, and Goyle. Upon seeing them, and the vicious glare Pansy gave Hana, Kurama tactfully decided they should leave. Hana herself had been noticeably silent throughout the rest of the visit, and Youko confided in a whisper as he left that she had seemed out of it all day.
Draco thought on this long after they left, completely ignoring Pansy as she clutched his arm, sobbing, except to snap at her when she began loudly cursing the vampire and her friends. She looked startled for a moment, then burst into tears, screaming about how much he must be suffering. Actually, he was more bored and annoyed, but he didn't let on, instead turning his thoughts back to Kurama. It seemed something must be showing though, as even Crabbe and Goyle seemed a little upset, though that could have been the lack of food. It took Blaise to notice that Draco wasn't even paying attention to them, but he stayed anyway, lounging sideways on his chair and flipping through his charms manual. When Pansy wanted to skip her next classes to stay with Draco and continue her tangent, Blaise convinced her Draco needed his rest. The blonde shot him a grateful smile as he escorted Pansy out, at which point Blaise became worried. Draco must be out of it to actually show gratitude, or heavens forbid, smile in a public place, where ANYONE could see him. Not good for keeping his reputation.
The rest of the day passed a little faster, what with Kurama's promised afternoon visit to look forward to, and by dinner Draco was sick of bed, the hospital wing, and being told to 'take it easy'. Therefore when Kurama arrived he was treated to the beginnings of a rant, quickly cut off with an apology when he started smiling. He refused to say anything about why, especially the part pertaining to Youko when he tried to learn to use the microwave for himself, and instead moved the conversation to how Draco was feeling. When the answer was a firm 'sick of being here!', he held back a laugh, moving instead onto homework. He had brought his own, and they worked in silence for a while.
Then Draco got bored, and asked why Kurama had come alone. Kurama was just explaining Youko's latest stupid idea when the doors to the hospital wing burst open, admitting a mob of worried Gryffindors and demons. In the middle of the group, Jin was once again fulfilling his role as designated stretcher bearer, carrying one of the Weasley twins. The other twin hovered anxiously as someone ran for Madam Pomfrey and Jin set the other down in a bed. It became apparent which twin was which when the uninjured twin ran to Madam Pomfrey the second she appeared.
"Is he going to be alright?!"
"I'd know if I could examine him!" she snapped, brushing past him to his brother. George was evidently alive, because he was groaning, and the crowd quickly parted to allow Madam Pomfrey in. Kurama glanced over, worried when he heard her exclamation, then glanced back at Draco, who sighed.
"You know you want to." Kurama smiled gratefully, leaving his books on the bed and hurrying over to join the group. Draco lay back on his bed, trying to focus on his homework but it wasn't exactly easy with all the shouting going on. Eventually he gave up, and just stared at the ceiling. Before long, Madam Pomfrey had had enough, and kicked the entire group out. When Kurama came to grab his books he apologised quickly for leaving, but since the matron was chasing him down he had to run before Draco could respond. Draco continued to lie there, staring the ceiling down, for another hour before Madam Pomfrey bustled past, and told him he could leave in the morning. Then he lay there a bit longer, depressed he was stuck overnight again. When all his homework slipped and fell down the sides of his bed, he considered moving and reclaiming it, but decided not to.
A sound from across the ward was what eventually caused him to move, shortly after the lights were out. A short groan. Another. It kept on until Draco gave up his sulking, and managed to pull himself up. It was a little harder than it should be, but that just annoyed him further. Blinking against the dark, he squinted across the room. "Are you alright?" There was another pained groan, then George's voice, sounding strained.
"Why do YOU care, Malfoy." Draco bristled, but managed to pull himself out of bed, stumbling across the ward and almost collapsing on the end of George's bed.
"Do you want me to go get Madam Pomfrey?" What little he could see of George's expression contorted into amazement, then suspicion.
"What happened to you, Malfoy. Since when did you give a rat's ass about anyone from my family?" Draco frowned, having been trying to work that out himself, and shrugged.
"I don't know." George chuckled, gasped, raised a hand to his bandaged head.
"Must have been talking to Kurama an' Yusuke too much. Ooh, remind me not to laugh anymore." Draco raised an eyebrow, trying to imagine one of the Weasley twins without their patented evil grins and laughs. It didn't work, and he spoke before he realised who he was talking to.
"You wouldn't be you without it." George looked surprised, and Draco coughed, embarrassed. "That didn't make much sense. Forget I said anything." George frowned cautiously, and when he spoke his voice was tentative, as though testing this new Draco.
"Noo... I must have hit my head harder than I thought, that made perfect sense to me." Draco smiled in relief, moving to sit carefully on the end of the bed. Actually talking to one of the Weasley twins, not just swapping insults was turning out to be much more interesting and amusing than ordering Crabbe and Goyle around. Quel surpris (1). He was, however, curious.
"How did you hit your head? I mean... what happened?" George seemed to consider him for a while, before deciding what the hell, why not.
"You know all the joke stuff Fred and I make?" Draco nodded, wincing slightly. He knew most of it from having it used on him or one of his cronies. If George noticed, he didn't let on as he continued. "Well, Hana 'n' Youko've been showing a real interest in 'em, and have been helping us come up with new ideas. We were tryin' to come up with a new exploding parchment when it went a little nuts. I was the one holding it at the time, so I took the hit." Draco frowned, remembering Madam Pomfrey's extensive expertise.
"Shouldn't Madam Pomfrey have been able to fix that almost at once? If it's just physical." George seemed a little surprised Draco had noticed this, which the blonde supposed he should have expected. His numerous enemies often forgot that he wasn't just a twisted idiot.
"Yeah... it's a little more complicated than that. Youko had some freaky plants goin' around that thing when it blew, and one of 'em sprayed some kinda juice on me. Burned like acid for a while and then I couldn't see, or stand up. I can see now, but I still feel like crap," he added in response to Draco's shocked expression. The blonde considered this for a while. Uncomfortable in the silence, George coughed. "It wouldn't be so bad if I could just get to sleep, but every time I'm nearly out, something starts jumping up and down on my brain." Draco took this into account as well, then shifted uncomfortably, finding it a little hard to believe this was even happening. Helping a Weasley?
"If you want... I could charm you to sleep. It'd last a couple of hours, so you should at least get some rest..." George looked honestly surprised again, before a little ingrained suspicion broke through.
"And I'd wake up again? And I'd be okay?" Draco shrugged, still finding it fairly hard to believe that he was considering, even offering this.
"Sure. If you want, I mean... I am pretty good at it." George looked at him for a while, evidently wondering why Draco would be good at a sleeping charm, and Draco felt the need to elaborate. He finally understood why others found the twins so enticing... damn them. "Crabbe snores horribly. Sometimes Zabini and I can't get to sleep without magical assistance." And of course, it was also useful for when he wanted some private time... no need to tell the Weasley that though, since a fair part of that time used to be spent conspiring against Potter and his younger brother. (Yeah right. XD) George seemed to think this through some more, then nodded grinning.
"Thanks. I could certainly use it." Draco nodded, hobbling back over to his bed to pick up his wand from the side table, and point it at the other boy. It was a simple charm, and he was almost done when he heard George's sleepy voice for the last time. "Y'know, Malfoy... you're not as much of an ass as I thought you were." Since in relative terms this was the equivalent of a solemn vow to give his life for you should it ever be needed, Draco was appropriately surprised. He shook it off though, finishing the charm and slipping between his own covers with an odd feeling of warmth. It came from having done the Right Thing, and he didn't feel it very often. The wrong thing was often either expected of him, forced on him, or just that much more fun.
(1) What a surprise in French.
Duo: (happy sigh) Ah, our last appearance...
Kuwabara: THANK GOD!
Duo: Down here that is... XD
Kuwabara: (teary eyes)
Heero: (sulking)
Duo: Aww, Hee-chan, what's wrong?
Heero: (sulking harder)
Duo: Come on, Hee-chan, don't be so grumpy... you look so cute!
Heero: (sulking in his pretty pink sailor suit)
Duo: Oh yes, and HK would like to warn you, this chapter is a LITTLE less than 2 000, her new mission goal, BUT the next one is over 3 000 and going strong... so it could be a while.
Kuwabara: I hope not! ... did I actually just say that?
Duo: Aww, Kuwa-kun, I knew you'd warm up to me!
Kuwabara: NOT THAT!! DX I just wanna get out of here...
Duo: Not enjoying the pleasure of my company, Kuwa-kun?
Heero: (sulky voice) If you put on your shirt...
Duo: (pout) but it's sooo hot down here, Hee-chan! Besides, we all know you like it... and the fangirls too...
Kuwabara: Yeah, but not in this fic! These are the wrong fangirls!
Duo: ... they can still appreciate me!
Heero: They don't know what either of us look like. Thank god.
Duo: Hence we have DEVIANTART!
Heero: ... Omae of korosu, deviantArt.
Duo: Leave us a review and give us some love! I'll miss you all! (blowing kisses)
