A/N: Hello, my dears. Failing physics and obligations to friends and family make it difficult for me to post chapters as often as I'd like.
Now we make our little detour from the strictly Harry/Draco scene. Hopefully, it will all tie in.
Thank you to tweety (I know what you mean), Becks, Lizzy Potter, Cat Samwise, Wyvern, Bellerophon, Krissy (I missed you), do you really care ?!, miss breed, Prongs, Amo Draconem, Visitor to Earth, Lindsay Beth, Blythe,Tinuviel 182, and Lelio.
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Part Twenty-Five
Hermione came back from the hospital wing very shortly. She didn't speak much to Ron or Harry and worked hard on repressing involuntary shudders that arose when Malfoy was near. The boy was so obviously cut out to be a death eater. He was the perfect Slytherin, and that was praise Voldemort himself would be hard-pressed to live up to. Why hadn't she seen it before? The calculating glance in his hard eyes as his fingers brushed Harry's skin, the cold edge to his voice- all indicators of what he really was- a cold, heartless son of a bitch. She didn't doubt for an instant that he could put a Cruciatus curse on someone without so much as a backward glance.
She glanced at Ron. Poor Ron. She wondered what he was thinking. His face was unreadable now. He just seemed in a sort of shock. It was hard when your best friend fell in love with your mortal enemy. It would be even worse if he found out his girlfriend lusted after his best friend. But she liked Ron. She honestly did. She just wasn't attracted to him like she was to Harry. Ron rose from the table and murmured something about homework. "Want help?" she asked. He nodded slowly.
"I have to do some things on my own," he said, walking out.
Ron didn't have any homework to do. He had done it all the night before when sleep had stood him up. He couldn't stand sitting between Harry and Hermione anymore. He was starting to get a headache and it seemed like sleep had just remembered their previous appointment.
He woke up to find himself almost nose to nose with Seamus Finnegan. "Hello," Seamus said, grinning.
"Er- hi?" Ron responded, confused. "What are you doing?"
"I wanted to find out what's bothering you, Ronnikins." Ron winced at the use of his hated nickname. If it was anybody else, he would have been angry, but Seamus was Seamus and therefore allowed to get away with anything.
"Do you have to be so close?"
"The strategy is to make you so uncomfortable, you'll tell me anything I want to know just to get me to sod off."
"Good strategy, that one."
"Thanks."
"But it's not going to work."
"It isn't?" asked Seamus in mild surprise.
"No,"
"Why not?"
"I'll die before I tell you what my problem is."
"You trust me so little?" Seamus questioned, moving closer.
"Yes," Ron replied immediately. Seamus pouted.
"I'm hurt."
"Nothing personal. You just have a problem keeping your mouth shut."
"That's not true," Seamus protested, sliding closer to Ron. "You didn't know I was bisexual for ages."
"What?" cried Ron. Seamus pursed his lips.
"H'm. I could have sworn you were present for that one."
"I was. My astonishment was at the use of the word 'ages'. How long is ages?"
Seamus moved closer before answering. His leg lightly touched Ron's. He blinked. "If I thought counting would be so difficult for a blond, I wouldn't have asked," Ron quipped. Seamus merely grinned.
"Very long," he said at last.
"It took you that long to figure that out?"
"I was trying to narrow it down."
"Ditz."
"Talk," Seamus commanded, moving in again.
"No," Ron said, moving back. Seamus caught his hips and drew him closer.
"You're not getting away from me that easily."
"Really?"
"Really. Tell me what's bothering you."
"Why do you care?"
"Because I can't stand the sight of you being so mopey, Ronnikins. Talk to me."
"Seamus, if you get any closer, talking will be impossible," Ron observed.
"I know. Did I mention I find red hair very attractive?"
"No, but my brother Bill has a lot more of it than me, so why don't you get off me and go after him because I'm not telling you anything."
"Too bad, " Seamus sighed.
He leaned in closer. Before Ron could do anything, Seamus was yanked off the bed and onto his feet by the collar of his robe. "Come along, Seamus. Ron doesn't want to play your games. Why don't you try them on Dean?" Neville asked cheerfully. Ron laughed as Seamus eagerly went in search of the unsuspecting Dean.
Ron sat up. "Thanks, Neville."
"Don't thank me. I only did it for one reason."
"What's that?"
"I want you for myself," Neville replied quietly. Ron gaped at him, refusing to believe that he'd heard correctly. Neville flashed him an angelic smile. "Don't worry. You have enough problems between Harry and Hermione. I'm not going to make any demands of you." He smiled again. "Well, maybe just one." He tilted Ron's chin upwards and pressed his lips to his in a gentle, chaste kiss. He was gone before Ron had even begun to process what just happened.
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^_^ I know Draco/Harry fans will probably be disappointed with this chapter, but they live in this world too, and the actions of others affect them. Review, dears. I'll get the next bit posted ASAP.
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Now we make our little detour from the strictly Harry/Draco scene. Hopefully, it will all tie in.
Thank you to tweety (I know what you mean), Becks, Lizzy Potter, Cat Samwise, Wyvern, Bellerophon, Krissy (I missed you), do you really care ?!, miss breed, Prongs, Amo Draconem, Visitor to Earth, Lindsay Beth, Blythe,Tinuviel 182, and Lelio.
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Part Twenty-Five
Hermione came back from the hospital wing very shortly. She didn't speak much to Ron or Harry and worked hard on repressing involuntary shudders that arose when Malfoy was near. The boy was so obviously cut out to be a death eater. He was the perfect Slytherin, and that was praise Voldemort himself would be hard-pressed to live up to. Why hadn't she seen it before? The calculating glance in his hard eyes as his fingers brushed Harry's skin, the cold edge to his voice- all indicators of what he really was- a cold, heartless son of a bitch. She didn't doubt for an instant that he could put a Cruciatus curse on someone without so much as a backward glance.
She glanced at Ron. Poor Ron. She wondered what he was thinking. His face was unreadable now. He just seemed in a sort of shock. It was hard when your best friend fell in love with your mortal enemy. It would be even worse if he found out his girlfriend lusted after his best friend. But she liked Ron. She honestly did. She just wasn't attracted to him like she was to Harry. Ron rose from the table and murmured something about homework. "Want help?" she asked. He nodded slowly.
"I have to do some things on my own," he said, walking out.
Ron didn't have any homework to do. He had done it all the night before when sleep had stood him up. He couldn't stand sitting between Harry and Hermione anymore. He was starting to get a headache and it seemed like sleep had just remembered their previous appointment.
He woke up to find himself almost nose to nose with Seamus Finnegan. "Hello," Seamus said, grinning.
"Er- hi?" Ron responded, confused. "What are you doing?"
"I wanted to find out what's bothering you, Ronnikins." Ron winced at the use of his hated nickname. If it was anybody else, he would have been angry, but Seamus was Seamus and therefore allowed to get away with anything.
"Do you have to be so close?"
"The strategy is to make you so uncomfortable, you'll tell me anything I want to know just to get me to sod off."
"Good strategy, that one."
"Thanks."
"But it's not going to work."
"It isn't?" asked Seamus in mild surprise.
"No,"
"Why not?"
"I'll die before I tell you what my problem is."
"You trust me so little?" Seamus questioned, moving closer.
"Yes," Ron replied immediately. Seamus pouted.
"I'm hurt."
"Nothing personal. You just have a problem keeping your mouth shut."
"That's not true," Seamus protested, sliding closer to Ron. "You didn't know I was bisexual for ages."
"What?" cried Ron. Seamus pursed his lips.
"H'm. I could have sworn you were present for that one."
"I was. My astonishment was at the use of the word 'ages'. How long is ages?"
Seamus moved closer before answering. His leg lightly touched Ron's. He blinked. "If I thought counting would be so difficult for a blond, I wouldn't have asked," Ron quipped. Seamus merely grinned.
"Very long," he said at last.
"It took you that long to figure that out?"
"I was trying to narrow it down."
"Ditz."
"Talk," Seamus commanded, moving in again.
"No," Ron said, moving back. Seamus caught his hips and drew him closer.
"You're not getting away from me that easily."
"Really?"
"Really. Tell me what's bothering you."
"Why do you care?"
"Because I can't stand the sight of you being so mopey, Ronnikins. Talk to me."
"Seamus, if you get any closer, talking will be impossible," Ron observed.
"I know. Did I mention I find red hair very attractive?"
"No, but my brother Bill has a lot more of it than me, so why don't you get off me and go after him because I'm not telling you anything."
"Too bad, " Seamus sighed.
He leaned in closer. Before Ron could do anything, Seamus was yanked off the bed and onto his feet by the collar of his robe. "Come along, Seamus. Ron doesn't want to play your games. Why don't you try them on Dean?" Neville asked cheerfully. Ron laughed as Seamus eagerly went in search of the unsuspecting Dean.
Ron sat up. "Thanks, Neville."
"Don't thank me. I only did it for one reason."
"What's that?"
"I want you for myself," Neville replied quietly. Ron gaped at him, refusing to believe that he'd heard correctly. Neville flashed him an angelic smile. "Don't worry. You have enough problems between Harry and Hermione. I'm not going to make any demands of you." He smiled again. "Well, maybe just one." He tilted Ron's chin upwards and pressed his lips to his in a gentle, chaste kiss. He was gone before Ron had even begun to process what just happened.
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^_^ I know Draco/Harry fans will probably be disappointed with this chapter, but they live in this world too, and the actions of others affect them. Review, dears. I'll get the next bit posted ASAP.
Luv ya!
J. Silver