HK:... Yes, yes it has been a very long time... I BLAME DUO!! (points to where Duo, Heero, Kuwabara and Voldemort are stepping out of an elevator, Voldemort and Kuwabara looking highly suspicious)
Duo: What did I do now?
HK: Your pretty face and overly awesomeness DRAGGED me into the GW fandom! Curse you and your amazingly cool voice actor!
Duo: (grin, hair flip)I am pretty amazing, aren't I?
Voldemort: Correct me if I'm mistaken, but they are not in this fic, correct?
HK: Yup, which just means they're immortal.
Voldemort: (infinity-sign eyes, which is like money signs for people obsessed with immortality)
Duo: (backs away)
Heero: (gun) Omae o korosu.
Kuwabara: Not to agree with the bad guy, but he's got a point. Why are they here?
Youko: HK needs a reason to be writing this instead of her pile of GW fics, so we're stuck with him for a while.
Shishi: Why are we still here?
HK: Well, you are free to go now if you really want to...
Shishi: I'm gone. (turns to walk away)
Duo: (pouts) But you'll miss the fun!
Shishi: (flatly over his shoulder) Honey, you may have purple eyes from time to time, but I have purple HAIR. You cannot defeat.
HK: He's right though... you'll miss the fun! And the disclaimers.
Shishi: (pauses) Weeell...
HK: And we have a great one for ya this time too... from our friend XxXBLaCKRoSEesXxX... right before I send our next batch down!
Touya: I'm really not sure about this... Wouldn't it be easier to just kill her?
Jin: Aye, maybe, but she is the author. Besides, this could be fun!
HK: Yup! And in the meantime... (shunts the recently appeared Draco down the story) TRY TO LAND ON YOUR HEAD, YOU DON'T NEED IT WITH AN ASS LIKE THAT! Oh, and this chapter, unlike most of my others, is VERY LONG. Almost 5 000 words... so HAPPY CHAPTER 50 EVERYONE!! Does anyone else think I should regroup this, or should I get to chapter 100 first?
Disclaimer: Jin + Touya: (wearing nothing but a manskirt... between them. Touya is trying to hide behind Jin, neon red)
Jin: (grins) Those fangirls ain't as bad as Hiei an' them say...
Touya: (glare) Difference of opinion. Can we just get this over with?
Jin: Okay, Kitten, whatever you say. HK don't own nothin' but the wind that blows ideas her way!
Touya: Oh please, she hardly even owns that!
Floor: (falls out from under them, sending them plummeting after Draco)
Touya: I'll get you one day HK!
WARNINGS!! LOOOOONG chapter... VERY long chapter. Bad language, minor violence, a bit of French (I think...) Oh, and one more thing... I'd like to point out, that in my mind, JK lost all rights to describe Blaise when she left him as just a name for 5 BOOKS and let the fangirls make up their own minds. Sorry lady, but that's neglecting your characters, and I kinda agreed with former popular opinion, therefore if you really must, think of Blaise as one of MY characters with the same name as one of hers, cause boy did NOT get character development (And I happened to stumble across a random yaoi pairing on the web and loved it... XD)
The next day, Madam Pomfrey gave him a thorough scolding for moving around too much, and told him in no uncertain terms that if he so much as THOUGHT about leaving his bed that day she'd keep him for a month. On the other side of the room he could see George grinning, but instead of a malicious grin at him being in trouble, it was a companionable grin, sharing the secret with him. A nice change.
A couple of hours later, the ward was open for visiting, and Fred practically broke the door down to get in and see his twin. George had been talking with Draco about nothing much, though he still seemed reserved in his presence, and greeted his more... invested twin with a kind of chiding concern. Both twins had often been injured in the line of 'duty', and Draco could tell George was well used to it by now, calming his erratic brother casually before asking how work on the parchment had been going. Shooting Draco a suspicious glare, Fred pulled a seemingly normal sheet of parchment from under his robes, and the brothers began to eagerly gush over it, though Fred occasionally sent glares in Draco's direction.
After a while though, George tired of it, giving his brother a smack upside the head and telling him to can it, the Slytherin wasn't exactly going to plot their downfall in the middle of the hospital wing... a bit of a waste of time, that. Plotting violent down fall in a hospital, I mean. Because really, where would be the point? Any damage would be fixed about 3.9 seconds after it occurred. Mollified, but a little surprise at his brother's involvement, Fred obediently ignored Draco until George made him leave for breakfast, with a fervent promise that he'd be back at lunch and would bring some decent food. After the door had shut behind him, George let out a long breath, and turned across to look at Draco, looking worn out. Draco sat up, a little worried despite himself, and George smiled tiredly, raising a hand.
"I'm fine..." Draco frowned, settling himself back in bed before Madam Pomfrey could come and attack him again.
"You sure? You don't look too good." George chuckled, flopping back into his pillows.
"It's nothing... just gotta let Fred know I'm okay, or he'd flip." Draco raised an eyebrow, propping himself up with his pillows.
"So, for example, if he could see you now?" George chuckled again, shaking his head.
"He'd kill me, then drag Pomfrey down to revive me and freak until she fixed it." Draco was surprised to feel a slight smile curving his lips.
"Not big on waiting, then?" Just like someone else he knew. George nodded, grinning, then frowned speculatively at him.
"You never said why you were in here. Fair's fair, I told you mine." Draco flushed, looking away at the rather spectacular memory. At once George was on it like a cat on a mouse, pulling
himself into a sitting position with a wince that didn't quite go unnoticed. "Must have been something bad to make you BLUSH, Malfoy... come on, I won't tell." Draco took a deep breath, then decided to extend George the same trust he had been shown.
"Fine... but promise not to tell." George nodded impatiently, intrigue temporarily kicking pain in the ass and telling it to sod off. "I had a run in with Hana..." As George's expression turned decidedly lewd, Draco hurried to explain. "Something happened and they said she needed to drink someone's blood... someone human, and I was the only person around. I don't know
why, something about the moon and not drinking blood turning her feral or something but apparently she took too much so here I am." George looked a little disappointed now, and Draco was surprised to find that he had begun to think of him as 'George', and not 'Crazy Weasley Twin 2'.
Hurriedly he steered the conversation to a more neutral area, and George played along. Having someone to talk to made the day seem decidedly shorter, and before long lunch had arrived, and with it Fred baring a tray of food, and the demon crew, minus Hana and Shishi. Kurama, who had apparently decided Fred had the right idea and brought Draco some 'edible' food, explained that they had been sidetracked on the way up by Harry and Ron, who had apparently been on a mission from Hermione, which apparently equated a mission from God. A large part of the crew, however, still crowded around George's bed instead of his own, until the only person left with his was Suzuka, who had stolen his ice cream and was now eating it, looking bored. Draco sighed, glancing over at the other blonde.
"Why is everyone avoiding me?" Suzuka blinked, apparently surprised he had spoken. After confirming Draco was indeed speaking to him, he seemed to consider his options before deciding, in true Suzuka fashion, to just spit it out.
"To be perfectly honest, they're not sure you'd want to keep talking to us. You got a look at our world, you got stung. Probably won't be the last time. They were all willing to talk yesterday to make sure you were still alive and kicking. Thing is, living in the human world we have a rule. We don't drag those in who don't want it. Probably the only reason Youko and Hana haven't slept their way through the entire school already, but the thing is, they won't talk to you now. It's up to you to decide you want to talk to them." Draco frowned, thinking this over.
"What about you? You're talking to me." Suzuka shrugged, swallowing the last bite of ice cream.
"Yes, but there's no doubt in MY mind which side you'll chose. You love what you've seen, you want more. That, and you still had ice cream I hadn't taken yet." Draco half smiled, shaking his head.
"I guess now I can see both my options." Suzuka nodded, cocking his head and smirking at him.
"Not used to having two?" Draco sighed, relatively good mood gone again, and Suzuka frowned, realising his mistake. "Now then, Draco, as a fellow blonde I should know, if you spend too much time in a blue funk your hair will get all greasy and you'll break out. I do have some rather excellent moisturizers if you'd care to try, that kind of thing always cheers ME up." Draco stared incredulously at him for a while, but was saved having to try and respond when once again, the door to the hospital wing opened and Pansy, Blaise and his ex-minions(ex?) walked in. Seeing Pansy making a beeline for Draco while glaring at the Gryffindors, Suzuka sniffed haughtily, getting to his feet. "Someone really should tell her if she makes that face too much it'll stick that way... though it could be an improvement. We've taken notes for you again, Draco, should you want them just tell Kurama. I'm sure you wouldn't mind him coming by for another private tutoring session." Satisfied at the blush he'd caused on Draco's face, Suzuka flounced off to join the other group. Draco himself didn't have much time to calm down before the others arrived, though Pansy hardly seemed to notice, she was glaring too hard at the group across the hall. Blaise, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow at him as he took his seat.
"I took down some notes for you, Draco. Sorry about yesterday." Draco nodded, forcing himself back to normalcy and taking the sheets.
"Right. Thanks." Pansy pouted, pulling her chair closer to the bed and 'subtly' trying to block Blaise from view.
"It was my idea Draco! I told him to!" Blaise shot her a look of disgust, but didn't bother to refute the claim, slouching in his seat once again and pulling out his charms manual. Rather
than look at Pansy shoving her boobs on his arm, Draco turned to the other Slytherin.
"Why are you so obsessed with that book, Zabini? We hardly ever see you without it." Blaise shrugged, turning the book and passing it so Draco could see the page he had been looking at.
"It's useful." Draco glanced down the page, instantly seeing what Blaise had dubbed 'useful', and flushing slightly. This made Blaise raise an eyebrow as he took the book back, but again made no comment, instead turning back and continuing his reading. One might have thought Pansy didn't notice, as except for the brief dirty look she shot Blaise, she made no indication of having noticed, again latching onto Draco's arm like a koala and bemoaning how awful it was to go to class when he was stuck in the hospital wing, and how evil the demons must be. Blaise raised an eyebrow over the cover of his book at Draco then, and both boys looked away to smirk. They were both fully aware of how Voldemort, or even their entire house could be considered evil. And when someone like Pansy was being judgemental... that was hilarious.
With nothing to do but listen to Pansy moan, Draco found himself shooting the occasional jealous glance over at George, who was as usual in the middle of a crowd of friends. He recognised the envy as a feeling experienced a lot in the twin's presence, or even Potter's. How was it that they managed to surround themselves with friends no matter what they did, while all he had was admirers who didn't waste time thinking about anything but his money and yes, his appearance, cronies who followed him because of his family, and let's not forget the stalkers like Pansy. Of course, Draco was quick to admonish himself for such a thought, but instead of discarding the very idea as his father told him, it was to add 'and Blaise' to the mental list. The Italian was probably the closest thing he had to a friend, at least before this year. Now though... who knew? Lunch seemed to drag on for a while, but eventually it was time to go. Again, Pansy made a fuss about leaving, hanging on long past any of George's companions to moan about how lonely Draco must be, until she managed to annoy even Crabbe, who dealt with the problem simply by picking Pansy up and walking away with her slung over his shoulder. Draco was extremely prompted to join the laughter and applause he could hear from both the hall, and the bed opposite, but managed to resist, limiting himself to a smirk.
"I can honestly say I'm proud." Blaise chuckled at that, and Goyle wandered off, apparently at a loss for what to do without Crabbe. Blaise glanced around, then sighed, getting to his feet and leaning over the bed.
"I'll be back after dinner..." His hand brushed Draco's, and again Draco was trying and failing to fight off the irrational urge to blush. Blaise gave him an odd look, then stood straight, ruffling Draco's hair. Had ANYONE ELSE ON EARTH tried this they'd have known why Draco was so proud of his duelling skills, but... well... MOVING ON WITH THE STORY! (XD) Draco pushed his hand away with much less violence than one might expect, and Blaise smirked, not totally reassured, and left. He was at the door when a sudden idea struck Draco and he called out.
"Zabini! Could you do me a favour?" Blaise paused, glancing back and raising an eyebrow to indicate that a favour could, indeed, be arranged if necessary and Draco swallowed, suddenly a little unsure if he really wanted to do this... yes, he did. "Catch Kurama and ask him to join us?" Blaise's other eyebrow rose at that, but he nodded silently, letting the door slip shut behind him, leaving Draco alone with a couple of Hufflepuff first years sufficiently cowed to stay away from the older boys, the matron off in her office, and George who was wearing a suspiciously knowing smirk. After an uncomfortable silence, Draco coughed, looking just to the left of the other boy. "What are you grinning about?" George chuckled, laying back in his bed.
"Oh, nothing. Just a bet Fred and I had..." Draco frowned, pushing himself up on his cushions.
"What kind of bet?" George glanced over at him again, chuckled, and looked up at the ceiling.
"Nuthin'... just I happened to notice you were paying your friend Zabini a lot more attention than Parkinson." Draco shrugged, looking as nonchalant as he could when little lights and
alarms were going off in his head.
"Can you blame me? She's hardly a good person to hold a conversation with." George seemed to find this funny, and after his fit of giggles subsided for the third time (Draco's glare was hardly helping) he sighed, pulling himself into the closest thing to sitting position he could.
"Ah, Malfoy, I always knew you could be ripe for a good time, but I never knew how good. I most definitely cannot blame you for looking at Zabini over Parkinson because for one thing, he has the nicer ass." Draco actually blushed now, sending George back into giggles as the embarrassed and angry Slytherin shouted over at him.
"I'm not like that!" Aware the first years were now staring at him, he took a deep breath, drawing himself back under control and growling at the boy across, who was now hugging his sides and rolling on the bed in laughter. "Why. Are you laughing?!" George took a little longer to get himself under control, sighing happily.
"I haven't had so much fun since we first taped Mrs. Norris to the ceiling back in third year... it's not exactly hard to see that you're a fan of the back entrance." Draco drew a blank on this one, and George sighed condescendingly, shaking his head. "A friend of Suzy? Oh for crying out loud, you're gay." Again George was rewarded by a gaping blonde until Draco managed to pull himself together and hiss across at him,
"I am NOT..." George rolled his eyes, grinning. Forget Mrs. Norris, he hadn't had this much fun since Percy got his first girlfriend.
"Bi then, but there's definitely interest there. Not like I'm saying it's a bad thing." Draco frowned, glancing around the room then leaning closer. There was obviously no point denying further, George clearly wasn't having any of it.
"Alright, but... how do you know?" George rolled his eyes again, grinning and spreading his hands.
"Isn't it obvious? What, you thought you were the only one?" Draco stared blankly at him for a while until something clicked in his head and then he gaped.
"What- you? With who?" George folded his arms, leaning back and blushing slightly.
"You're a smart kid, who do you think?" Approximately half a second's thought later, Draco was gaping again, sitting up higher and a small part of his mind was gratified to see how much easier it was... the rest, however, was in the process of shutting down.
"With... he's your TWIN!" George rolled his eyes again (I seem to like having them do that... hmm...) smiling a little.
"Funny, I noticed." Draco's mouth opened and closed a few times of its own accord before he noticed and shut it.
"That's... so..." George seemed to shut down a little, smile vanishing to be replaced by impatience.
"Wrong? Disgusting? Yeah, I know." Not quite the words on Draco's mind.
"...Hot." This surprised him almost as much as George, though if the redhead's expression was anything to go by he'd never heard THAT response before (OBVIOUSLY never met a fan girl XD), and Draco shook himself, forcing something ELSE to come out of his mouth so he could deny ever having had that thought. "What makes you think you can trust me with this? How
do you know I won't just tell everyone?" George seemed to return to himself at that point, shut HIS mouth, and smirked.
"When I've got the same and worse on you? Not likely. Besides, the people who matter would either not believe you, or not care." Draco had to concede that point, he'd heard a couple of rumours about pretty much EVERY Gryffindor, and started a good few in his time, and no one ever seemed to notice. Oh, a few odd looks, a few people refusing to bathe if someone else was in there, but no major shifts. Sure, with enough proof people could get rather horribly shunned, but Draco Malfoy would require some quite major proof to make ANYONE believe him. Seeing Draco agreed with him, George sat up, grinning across the ward. "Fair's fair, I told you mine now spill. How far have you gone with him?" Draco drew a blank, a little startled at the attitude switch.
"Who?" George sighed impatiently, bouncing a little. (Yes, let out your inner fan girl George!)
"Zabini of course! What's his first name? And I did notice you didn't object when he called you Draco, or when he messed up your hair, so don't bother trying to deny it!" Draco internally cursed for a moment, smoothing down his hair unconsciously and feeling his cheeks heat up. This was happening FAR too often these days!
"Blaise..." George nodded encouragingly, almost comically, and Draco couldn't help a small smile. "Well... we haven't really done much. Just... last year, after the Yule Ball, he kissed me in the flower garden."
"AWWWWW!" The almost girlish squeal had the first years looking over again, and Draco gaped incredulously at George, who looked a little embarrassed at the sound that had emerged from his own mouth. He coughed, looking away and flushing a little. "Sorry 'bout that... just kinda happens sometimes." Draco stared at him a little longer, in case he was about to do anything else entertaining, then sighed, lying back and looking at the ceiling. This was the first time he'd ever talked to someone else about his sexuality, as in the safety of the Slytherin common room it USED to go unquestioned (damn Suzuka... XD), and he wasn't sure he was okay with it. I mean, after this stint in the hospital was over, they'd just go back to hating each other, right? Right? For a moment he wished life was that simple, then he wished it could be the other way around and they'd continue to be... well, not friends yet, but maybe one day... right after that he wished he'd never met those confounded demons, putting stupid ideas into his head, and right after THAT he wished he could get the image of the Weasley twins kissing out of his head. Curse the world! (XDXDXD drew a piccy of that actually... XDXD) A little while later, a slightly hesitant voice came from across the hall, making him sit up again.
"Malfoy? Gah... Draco?" Hearing his actual NAME from such an unusual pair of lips almost made him fall again as he tried to pull himself up.
"What?" George was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with an odd expression on his face, the occasional spasm of pain wracking his body.
"Do ya mind if I call you Draco?" Draco considered this for a while, and was surprised to find that he did not, in fact, mind.
"I guess not... if I can call you George." George chuckled, winced again, and sighed.
"Can we talk?" Draco considered this too, couldn't really see much of a downside, and shrugged cautiously.
"What about?" George threw an arm into the air, shifting restlessly.
"Anything! It helps... means I'm not so focused on the pain." Draco frowned, a little guilty for being selfish at a time like this, but still...
"Just so long as you don't tell anyone..."
"That you can be an actual human being? Fine." Fortunately, Draco managed to recognise the teasing tone just before he became offended, and shook his head.
"No, I mean about the bi thing..." George shrugged, sitting up again and looking across at him.
"Whatever you say. Same deal here, of course." Draco smiled in relief, nodding.
"Of course." George looked at him for a while with an expression Draco couldn't quite read, which worried him for a moment. "What?"
"Y'know, you're not bad looking when you've not got that stupid sneer on ya face. Kinda pretty when you smile." Draco flushed at once, looking away, and George laughed. "Ah now
that's just adorable!" Naturally, this didn't help the god awful blush Draco didn't seem able to get rid of in this chapter, but since George did indeed seem to feel better as he teased him about it, Draco supposed it probably counted toward the point anyway. They continued to talk for a while, about Draco's tentative relationship with Blaise that had yet to go beyond a few kisses, and was NEVER mentioned outside the privacy of Draco's charmed bed curtains, to how George's own incestuous relationship started, to several other topics neither of them ever imagined they'd talk about with someone else, least of all the person sat across from them.
After a few hours of this, the conversation switched to other topics, and Draco actually felt comfortable in the other boy's presence, something he never would have thought possible with a Weasley. In fact, he felt comfortable enough to venture his own impression of Snape after George did an overdramatic rendition of one of his fabled rants against the Weasley twins. At first the redhead stared in shock, but by the end of Draco's highly pompous rendition of the potions master, he was doubled over with laughter. Draco was actually pleased with himself at the end of it, smiling properly as he watched George fighting for control of himself. Surprisingly enough, he was actually enjoying himself. Draco Malfoy was finally learning that all important life lesson that makes the bumpy highways of existence a lot more fun to traverse: making people laugh or smile is its own reward. Silly negligent Lucius, not letting his little boy learn all these fun things... or letting him play on the internet... never mind, we're probably all a LOT safer like this. Back to the story again, George sighed, managing to retake control of himself just long enough to choke out a few sentences.
"God, Draco, you're hilarious! Why did you hold it back until now?" Though it was probably meant at least a little in jest, it seemed to Draco that the whole world had frozen, his smile dropping off his face and shattering on the bed... he knew why. It was all a part of the package... he was Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, almost definite Death Eater... at least three separate ideals he was expected to live up to, and now he was being continually surprised by a fourth... himself. Whereas before he merely checked off his every action under the categories of: Malfoy heir, Slytherin, loyal peon of Voldemort, a little voice in the back of his head was now asking, 'but is that what I want?' Now he was also Draco, and that was confusing. But... he liked it. As Draco, not Malfoy, he could do anything, he could be funny, he could smile freely, he didn't have to look down on people... and he was terrified his father would find a way to take it from him, just like everything else that had ever threatened his image as the perfect Slytherin. Of course he loved his father, but... well... George seemed to notice, but before he could say anything the door opened and Blaise entered, followed by Kurama, both studiously not looking at each other as they approached Draco's bed. The blonde frowned, a little upset despite himself as the two sat on either side of his bed.
"Uh... Kurama this is Blaise, Blaise, Kurama." If Blaise was surprised that Draco was using his first name he didn't show it, nodding in acknowledgement to the redhead. Kurama smiled back, turning to Draco.
"An introduction isn't necessary Draco, but thank you for making the effort. Mister Zabini?"
"Blaise." Now it was Kurama who looked a little surprised, but Blaise shrugged, indicating that if Draco had told Kurama to call him Blaise, Blaise he would be called. Draco found himself
looking across the ward instead of at either of them, only to see George laughing into his hand. Shooting the ginger a brief (fail) glare, he turned back to his two companions, silently begging them to get along. Blaise at least picked up on it, taking out the homework and passing Draco the remainder of the notes he had taken. "Did you get the transfiguration?" Again, Kurama looked a little surprised that Blaise was asking him, but then again he hadn't exactly had much of a chance to talk to him. Still, he picked up his own copy of the homework, glancing through the assigned questions.
"I'm afraid transfiguration isn't my strong suit..." He glanced back to Blaise, who shrugged.
"I'm better at charms." Both turned to Draco, who looked back in confused innocence.
"What? I don't even know what they're about." Across the ward came a chuckle that was sneaking into Draco's list of familiar sounds... right after the deranged giggles. All three boys turned to George, who was sitting up again and smirking at them.
"Honestly, you three are hopeless." Blaise narrowed his eyes, reaching for his wand, but Draco stopped him, raising an eyebrow at George.
"You think you're any better?" George shook his head, smirking again and gesturing to them.
"You think I could start a joke shop if I wasn't? Quit glaring at me, Zabini, I'm offering to help."Blaise glanced briefly at Draco, who didn't notice, then shrugged.
"Blaise."
"What?" The expression on George's face was priceless, and Blaise hid a small smirk.
"My name is Blaise." When Draco turned to him, surprised but happy, Blaise really did smirk, though it was dangerously close to being a smile. "What?" Draco shook his head, turning
away and very nearly grinning all over his face. Kurama shook his head, unsure what was going on but glad it was, and got to his feet, walking over to George's bed.
"Can you walk?" George shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"No, but we're wizards, right? Moving a bed can't be THAT hard." Kurama, who had been debating either a) demonic strength, or b) obedient plant bitches, nodded, reaching into his pocket for his wand, only to be stopped by Blaise, who already had his out.
"I've got it." George looked a little dubious, and clearly remembering the history between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Kurama glanced across at Draco, who chose to deliberately misinterpret the gesture.
"He's really good at charms. Better than Granger." George and Blaise both looked a little surprised by this, and the other Slytherin blushed a little, though it was hard to tell. Coughing, he turned to George's bed, waving his wand and levitating it over so it was beside Draco's bed. Kurama raised an eyebrow, impressed.
"You can do silent spell work already? From what Hermione has told me, that's very difficult..." Blaise shrugged, restowing his wand and going back to his seat beside Draco's bed. Kurama was about to move his chair to the end of the beds when George rolled his eyes, patting the space between him and Draco.
"For crying out loud, we're all boys here, and there's plenty of space for both of you up here." Draco was seriously debating hitting George, but curbed the impulse as Blaise shrugged, picking up his books and climbing up to sit at the end of Draco's bed. Seeing Kurama looking doubtful, he rolled his eyes.
"We don't bite."
"Much." Both Slytherins turned to stare at George, who was contriving to look innocent, and failing miserably due to his huge smirk. Kurama hid his own smirk, climbing up to sit on the edge of George's bed. George himself rolled his eyes, grinning at the rest of them. "Well don't WE look festive." When this seemed to draw a blank from the others he rolled his eyes, pointing first at himself and Kurama, "RED," he now pointed at Draco and Blaise, "GREEN. Get someone to take a picture and we could be a Christmas carol!" Kurama chuckled, trying and failing to stifle it with his hand, and Blaise raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at Draco briefly before smirking.
"I do have a pretty good singing voice." George grinned, nodding enthusiastically.
"And I bet Kurama could do a decent attempt..." The demon boy chuckled again, folding his arms.
"Perhaps we should get a few more students together and form a choir." Draco rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop a small smirk.
"Yes, I'm sure McGonagall will forgive us for failing transfiguration as long as we sing for her." Blaise snickered with the ease of a truly perverted mind.
"Or do something for her..." His three companions stared at him for a while, then George snickered.
"You, sir, have a truly devious mind. I like."
Draco: (lands, not on his head, but on his ass) Ow... (looks up, dives to the side as Jin and Touya come crashing down)
Jin: (catches Touya Superman style just before the ground, grinning) How was that for a rush, eh?
Touya: (calm) I preferred the Apocalypse.
Jin: (grin, nod) True that... but still, this was fun eh?
Touya: ... I suppose. Please leave a review, because we'd like to know if we have to re order the entire fic, or just squinch a few short chapters together. I'm told it's very tedious.
Jin: An' have a nice day!
Draco: What do you mean, 'have a nice day'?! These are the people who get us into messes like this!
Jin: An' bein' grumpy an' negative's gonna change that?
