A/N: Hey, m'dears. Guess what? There's this fic that you have to read and if you are reading it you really need to review. It's called "Serpent Born" by my friend Becks. It's the sequel to "True Dragon" which you should also read. They're on my faves list for a reason, peeps. SO go check them out, because it's a shame to see that I'm the only person reviewing. It makes me all unhappy- and I can't write when I'm unhappy. *wink* Be a dear. Read the story and tell the girl how nice it is!
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"You mean you've seen them too?" Draco asked.
"Seen them? They've been driving me nuts for a year!" Harry cried.
"And i thought it was just a dream, especially when that girl with he pen walked in," Neville said.
"i remember that! She said we were ruining the story!"
"Yeah I remember that too!" Draco said.
"And that chick with the tinfoil hair was really snotty," Harry replied. (Somewhere, Complication just got angry.)
"Glad you thought so," Draco said.
"Has anybody else seen the really short one?" Harry asked.
"Harry, they're all really short," Ron said.
"No, this one is really, really short and he has spiky blond hair and ...You haven't seen him," Harry sighed, stopping at the odd looks from the entire compartment.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"The dreams," Neville said.
"What dreams?" she asked.
"You'll have to forgive her, Neville. She doesn't have those kinds of dreams," Draco said. Hermione glared at him. Harry shot him a confused look. "What?" Draco asked innocently.
"I don't believe it. Over and over again you prove the impossible, Draco," Hermione sighed.
"Which is?"
"You can get more irritating and arrogant, and-"
"Hermione!" Neville reprimanded. She turned to look at him. "We have quite enough of that from Ron. We hardly need you joining in." Hermione blushed. Draco flashed Neville a grateful smirk and Ron grinned.
"See what I have to put up with," he said. Neville punched him in the arm.
"Entirely by choice," Harry laughed.
"Better him then Seamus," Ron said. Draco fidgeted.
"I wonder who Seamus is going to hang on?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry about him. He has a plan."
"Does he?"
"He's Seamus. He always has a plan. He never follows it, but he has one."
"You learn something new every day," Neville sighed.
"You know what the oddest part about the Dean/Lisa ordeal was?" Draco asked.
"His determination to hound the two of them?" Ron guessed.
"No. Seamus liked Lisa himself." Silence greeted this statement.
"But Seamus isn't still hung up on her?" inquired Hermione.
"No. He likes someone else," Draco answered.
"Who?" Ron asked. Draco smiled ever so slightly.
"I promised I wouldn't tell, but it's no one in this compartment, so don't worry."
The train ride was over all too soon for everyone's liking. No one was in a hurry to tell their parents what they had been up to this year, least of all Draco and Ron. Neville had to practically push Ron off the train. "You have to face the music sometime," he said cheerfully. Ron muttered agreement. Harry, who was right behind them, smiled and gently squeezed Draco's hand. When they reached the steps, Draco didn't let go of Harry's hand.
"What is it?" Harry murmured.
"I didn't kiss you goodbye," Draco whispered. Harry hesitated.
"What about your father?"
"Let me worry about him." Harry turned around. Draco kissed him softly- a ghost of a kiss, a mere whisper.
"Meet me. After Christmas. The cottage. I'll be waiting." Harry nodded dumbly, willing himself to turn around to face Remus and Sirius.
**
"We need to talk," Mrs. Weasley said, taking a seat across from Ron and Neville.
"What about?"
"Ron, you go from "Hermi and I are a couple" to "Mum, I'm gay and I'm dating Neville" and you don't think we need to talk about this?"
"What is there to talk about?"
"How did this happen?" she asked.
"I don't know," Ron sighed.
"You don't know how you came to be dating Neville? Oh my. Neville, perhaps you can help us here."
"Well, the whole thing is Harry's fault."
"How so?" inquired Mrs. Weasley.
"Well, one night while Harry was sleeping, his mind decided to up and run away. He woke up the next morning, hit his head a few times on the way o class and promptly developed a crush on Draco Malfoy." Mrs. Weasley choked.
"I'm sorry. Malfoy? As in son of Lucius Malfoy?"
"The very same. But to continue, one night Harry sneaks into Draco's dorm and kissed him."
"Oh dear."
"Indeed. Surprisingly enough, they start to do that sort of thing regularly and begin sneaking off to do it. Naturally, people begin to wonder where he's going, especially Ron and Hermione, who both have huge crushes on him."
Ron rose from his seat. "Well, since you're going to talk about me like I'm not here, I'll just go and-"
"Stay," Neville commanded, pulling him back into his seat.
"Yes, love," Ron replied. Neville grinned.
"So they confront Harry. He makes some rude comment that ends with Hermione and Ron going out."
"O-kay," Mrs. Weasley said.
"One unfortunate afternoon, Ron and Hermione walk in on Harry and Draco snogging. Harsh words are exchanged and poor ickle Ronnikins is damaged."
"Nev, don't call me that."
"As you like. Ronnikins."
"Don't think I won't hurt you just because my mum is here," Ron said by way of a mock-threat. Neville ignored him.
"Ron didn't speak to Harry for awhile. When he did, he ended up kissing him, confusing himself even more. Enter Seamus who threw himself at Ron in order to weasel a confession out of him."
"Er- threw himself?"
"Seamus has a fetish for red hair," Neville explained.
"TMI, Nev."
"Sorry. I stop Seamus just as he's about to kiss Ron-"
"And promptly makes things worse by kissing me."
"While you were still going out with Hermione?"
"Yes," Ron replied.
"Then what happened?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Well, I was still upset about the whole Harry/Malfoy thing, but I kept thinking about how it felt when Neville kissed me and I did it again."
"Enter Hermione, who was very pissed off."
"And that's it really," Ron said.
"It? My head is still spinning," Mrs. Weasley said.
Neville made a quick exit on the pretense of saying hello to Percy and the twins. Ron watched him leave and turned t his mother. "Well?" he said.
"Well what? I like Neville. He's sweet and considerate and absolutely adorable."
"That's it?"
"It? What were you expecting? I was in Gryffindor once. I know what goes on in there, like I know when Neville says Harry and Malfoy were 'doing that sort of thing' he's trying to say they were having sex without offending my sensibilities.
"Oh," was all Ron could say.
"Ron how serious is your relationship with Neville?" she asked. Ron was puzzled for a moment, but quickly caught on.
"Mum!"
"I'm serious. I want to know!"
"That's way out of bounds," Ron said, desperately wishing Neville was there to answer her question.
"What's out of bounds?" Neville asked, entering.
"She wants to know how far we've gone," Ron sighed, relieved that Neville had returned.
"Oh, well we've slept with Harry on several occasions," Neville replied.
"What?!" cried Mrs. Weasley, aghast.
"Literally. We shared the same bed. Harry was not in a good place emotionally and it didn't seem right to leave him alone."
"Thank goodness. I thought-"
"Yeah, Mum, we know what you thought,' Ron said, grinning. He grabbed Neville by the wrist. "Let's unpack."
As soon as he shut the door, he kissed Neville deeply. "What was that for?" Neville asked, breathless.
"Saving me from that question."
"I think my answer will keep her from prying for a long time," Neville laughed.
"One can only hope."
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^_^ So all's well for Ron and Neville! Yay! Next chapter- We'll visit the Malfoys or Harry. I haven't decided yet. Remember what I said about the other two stories. Review!
Love,
J. Silver
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"You mean you've seen them too?" Draco asked.
"Seen them? They've been driving me nuts for a year!" Harry cried.
"And i thought it was just a dream, especially when that girl with he pen walked in," Neville said.
"i remember that! She said we were ruining the story!"
"Yeah I remember that too!" Draco said.
"And that chick with the tinfoil hair was really snotty," Harry replied. (Somewhere, Complication just got angry.)
"Glad you thought so," Draco said.
"Has anybody else seen the really short one?" Harry asked.
"Harry, they're all really short," Ron said.
"No, this one is really, really short and he has spiky blond hair and ...You haven't seen him," Harry sighed, stopping at the odd looks from the entire compartment.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"The dreams," Neville said.
"What dreams?" she asked.
"You'll have to forgive her, Neville. She doesn't have those kinds of dreams," Draco said. Hermione glared at him. Harry shot him a confused look. "What?" Draco asked innocently.
"I don't believe it. Over and over again you prove the impossible, Draco," Hermione sighed.
"Which is?"
"You can get more irritating and arrogant, and-"
"Hermione!" Neville reprimanded. She turned to look at him. "We have quite enough of that from Ron. We hardly need you joining in." Hermione blushed. Draco flashed Neville a grateful smirk and Ron grinned.
"See what I have to put up with," he said. Neville punched him in the arm.
"Entirely by choice," Harry laughed.
"Better him then Seamus," Ron said. Draco fidgeted.
"I wonder who Seamus is going to hang on?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry about him. He has a plan."
"Does he?"
"He's Seamus. He always has a plan. He never follows it, but he has one."
"You learn something new every day," Neville sighed.
"You know what the oddest part about the Dean/Lisa ordeal was?" Draco asked.
"His determination to hound the two of them?" Ron guessed.
"No. Seamus liked Lisa himself." Silence greeted this statement.
"But Seamus isn't still hung up on her?" inquired Hermione.
"No. He likes someone else," Draco answered.
"Who?" Ron asked. Draco smiled ever so slightly.
"I promised I wouldn't tell, but it's no one in this compartment, so don't worry."
The train ride was over all too soon for everyone's liking. No one was in a hurry to tell their parents what they had been up to this year, least of all Draco and Ron. Neville had to practically push Ron off the train. "You have to face the music sometime," he said cheerfully. Ron muttered agreement. Harry, who was right behind them, smiled and gently squeezed Draco's hand. When they reached the steps, Draco didn't let go of Harry's hand.
"What is it?" Harry murmured.
"I didn't kiss you goodbye," Draco whispered. Harry hesitated.
"What about your father?"
"Let me worry about him." Harry turned around. Draco kissed him softly- a ghost of a kiss, a mere whisper.
"Meet me. After Christmas. The cottage. I'll be waiting." Harry nodded dumbly, willing himself to turn around to face Remus and Sirius.
**
"We need to talk," Mrs. Weasley said, taking a seat across from Ron and Neville.
"What about?"
"Ron, you go from "Hermi and I are a couple" to "Mum, I'm gay and I'm dating Neville" and you don't think we need to talk about this?"
"What is there to talk about?"
"How did this happen?" she asked.
"I don't know," Ron sighed.
"You don't know how you came to be dating Neville? Oh my. Neville, perhaps you can help us here."
"Well, the whole thing is Harry's fault."
"How so?" inquired Mrs. Weasley.
"Well, one night while Harry was sleeping, his mind decided to up and run away. He woke up the next morning, hit his head a few times on the way o class and promptly developed a crush on Draco Malfoy." Mrs. Weasley choked.
"I'm sorry. Malfoy? As in son of Lucius Malfoy?"
"The very same. But to continue, one night Harry sneaks into Draco's dorm and kissed him."
"Oh dear."
"Indeed. Surprisingly enough, they start to do that sort of thing regularly and begin sneaking off to do it. Naturally, people begin to wonder where he's going, especially Ron and Hermione, who both have huge crushes on him."
Ron rose from his seat. "Well, since you're going to talk about me like I'm not here, I'll just go and-"
"Stay," Neville commanded, pulling him back into his seat.
"Yes, love," Ron replied. Neville grinned.
"So they confront Harry. He makes some rude comment that ends with Hermione and Ron going out."
"O-kay," Mrs. Weasley said.
"One unfortunate afternoon, Ron and Hermione walk in on Harry and Draco snogging. Harsh words are exchanged and poor ickle Ronnikins is damaged."
"Nev, don't call me that."
"As you like. Ronnikins."
"Don't think I won't hurt you just because my mum is here," Ron said by way of a mock-threat. Neville ignored him.
"Ron didn't speak to Harry for awhile. When he did, he ended up kissing him, confusing himself even more. Enter Seamus who threw himself at Ron in order to weasel a confession out of him."
"Er- threw himself?"
"Seamus has a fetish for red hair," Neville explained.
"TMI, Nev."
"Sorry. I stop Seamus just as he's about to kiss Ron-"
"And promptly makes things worse by kissing me."
"While you were still going out with Hermione?"
"Yes," Ron replied.
"Then what happened?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Well, I was still upset about the whole Harry/Malfoy thing, but I kept thinking about how it felt when Neville kissed me and I did it again."
"Enter Hermione, who was very pissed off."
"And that's it really," Ron said.
"It? My head is still spinning," Mrs. Weasley said.
Neville made a quick exit on the pretense of saying hello to Percy and the twins. Ron watched him leave and turned t his mother. "Well?" he said.
"Well what? I like Neville. He's sweet and considerate and absolutely adorable."
"That's it?"
"It? What were you expecting? I was in Gryffindor once. I know what goes on in there, like I know when Neville says Harry and Malfoy were 'doing that sort of thing' he's trying to say they were having sex without offending my sensibilities.
"Oh," was all Ron could say.
"Ron how serious is your relationship with Neville?" she asked. Ron was puzzled for a moment, but quickly caught on.
"Mum!"
"I'm serious. I want to know!"
"That's way out of bounds," Ron said, desperately wishing Neville was there to answer her question.
"What's out of bounds?" Neville asked, entering.
"She wants to know how far we've gone," Ron sighed, relieved that Neville had returned.
"Oh, well we've slept with Harry on several occasions," Neville replied.
"What?!" cried Mrs. Weasley, aghast.
"Literally. We shared the same bed. Harry was not in a good place emotionally and it didn't seem right to leave him alone."
"Thank goodness. I thought-"
"Yeah, Mum, we know what you thought,' Ron said, grinning. He grabbed Neville by the wrist. "Let's unpack."
As soon as he shut the door, he kissed Neville deeply. "What was that for?" Neville asked, breathless.
"Saving me from that question."
"I think my answer will keep her from prying for a long time," Neville laughed.
"One can only hope."
***
^_^ So all's well for Ron and Neville! Yay! Next chapter- We'll visit the Malfoys or Harry. I haven't decided yet. Remember what I said about the other two stories. Review!
Love,
J. Silver
P.S. http://www.geocities.com/hpslashawards/homepage.html That website has information on the HP SLash awards. If you're interested, check it out!