A/N: Sorry this chapter's taken so long to get out... I was at my BF's house last night and the night before, and I was too busy having fun to write. My best friend, duh! Minds outta the gutters, folks... Anyway... This chapter came extremely close to turning this story into a Harry/Sirius and Draco/Lupin fic. I had to coax Missy out of the idea. (wipes sweat off forehead) Man, oh man... I could do it, but... We said we were going to do a Draco/Harry, and that's what it's gonna stay, unless reader feedback decides not. Okay, I'll shut up now. Enjoy... I had this written earlier today but Windows feels the need to pull an error in Notepad of all things... Yeah. Anyway, I hope this is better than the original... Well, I don't own this... I'm not making money off this... And... This sis Slashcentric, except for Fred and George. To summarize this...
Ron is just damn sexy,
Are violets really blue?
All I have is an imagination,
So please god, don't sue,
All, the guys in this are gay,
Except for Fred and George, anyway,
You don't like? One thing I have to say,
Then stay the hell away!
Peanut Butter and Chicken is really good,
And I'm making no money off this, tho I should,
These characters aren't mine,
And If J.K. found me using them like this, she'd come after me with a vine...
If you're a minor,
Or irresponsible and immature,
Stay away from this like you would a designer (What the hell???)
Cause I don't wanna warp young minds, for sure...
Laters,
Damy
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Chapter 10: Chess, Plants, and Music
"Just give him some time, Draco. He'll come around. You all can talk tomorrow."
Draco nodded at Ron, and then me, and walked back to his dorm. Ron turned to look at me, and grinned.
"Wanna do something fun?"
"What type of fun, dearie?"
"Wizard Chess."
"..."
"Well?"
"Sure, I guess." That was NOT what I had thought he meant.
He sprinted up the dorm room stairs, and came down again a minute later with a small trunk. He sat it down on the commonroom table, and opened it with a flourish.
"It's in here somewhere. Help me find it."
We both looked through it, moving things and searching. I suppose the chest was enchanted, because it was a lot larger than it looked. He had pulled out a large set of Exploding Snap cards, and assorted other junk. I found a small orange thing that greatly resembled a thong.
"What's this?" I asked, innocently. "It looks like a barbie doll sling."
And, without further ado, I grabbed a package of cards and started playing with them. I set each card in the thong, and I picked it up, and started swinging it around in sheer innocence. Ron finally looked up from the trunk, and saw what I was doing. He blushed bad enough to disgrace a tomato, and he grabbed them.
"Gimme those!" he said, wrenching them from me. We had gotten quite a few stares. Ginny, Colin, Neville, and Parvati, were more staring at us. I waved at them all, and smiled sweetly. Ron just looked at me in disbelief. I smiled innocently.
"What? I was just playing with a barbie doll sling-looking thing. What's wrong?"
"Those are... Those are... You honestly don't know?" he said, exasperation clearly showing.
"No. Please tell me. Please? For me?"
"Well... Those are a type of... Well... How do I put this?"
Neville walked by, on the way to his room, and stared at Ron.
"They're called a thong."
He walked off, and I tried hard not to crack a smile, as I asked the next question.
"What's a thong for, Ron?"
"It's... Underwear, dammit."
"Oh."
He shoved them roughly back into his box, and buried his face in it. I got up from the table for a minute and went and laughed. I came back, and he unstuck his head from the box.
"Are you going to help or not?"
"Keep your head out of the box and I can."
He lifted his head, and I continued looking. I found a thing of petroleum jelly.
"Erm... Petroleum jelly, Ron?"
"It keeps my hands soft!" he said, and reached across the table to held my hands.
"Ooh, soft..." I said, holding his hands on my face. He pulled them off.
We both continued looking, yet again. Outside, it had started storming again. (Yes, it's important later on...) I didn't find anything for a while, until I got to a party horn. I put it to my lips, and blew it. A loud, resounding, 'OH BABY' echoed throughout the entire Gryffindor tower. Ron blushed, and then paled.
"I'm going to slowly kill both Fred and George when I get my hands on them..."
"It wasn't them... Missy was working on something like this all last summer... She couldn't get the ionic flux to work right, however, and it kept backfiring on her."
"Oh."
As if on cue, we heard 3 loud, raucous chuckles that came in the direction of Fred and George's room. I growled.
"We'll get them, don't worry."
We kept on pulling things out, when I found a handkerchief. I unwrapped it, and about 15 condoms flew out.
"Erm..." I said, picking one up. It turned a green color, and said,
"Please say anything." It talked in a monotone voice.
"Erm... Hi!"
It turned an even more vivid green. I eyeballed it strange, before handing it to Ron. As soon as he picked it up, it started flashing funny colors, and started using my voice to scream extremely naughty things, of which I'm NOT going to write down. Ron and I both blushed, and he looked ready to kill. We had over half the common room looking at us.
"Fred and George are mine tomorrow. They were working on those over the summer. That's why I heard their voices laughing while the other voice actually said something naughty. Mum's gonna have a cow..."
It was short and to the point. We heard another round of laughter, and we just threw them back in the handkerchief, and threw them in the trunk. I pulled out a pair of handcuffs next.
"Er... Bondage, Ron? Kinda kinky."
I popped them open, and was in the motions of putting them on my hand whilst Ron was speaking.
"Those aren't mine, and I don't think you should-"
CLICK
They clicked down, and snapped shut. I waved them around to Ron.
"See? No harm do-"
As soon as done was out my lips, the handcuffs started screaming.
"BONDAGE BOY!!!!! FREAK ON A LEASH!!! SUBMISSION MAN!!!! KINKY GUY!!!!!"
They kept on in this manner until Ron and I both disarmed the wrist, which sent them flying into the wall. By that time my hair had burst into flame, and I didn't notice it that much when it died out about 5 minutes later. We heard the same laughter from the upstairs room. I walked over, and grabbed them with my wand. I set them back down on the table.
"Ronnikins, I have an idea."
Ron flinched.
"Don't use that nickname."
"So sorry, Ronnikins." I said, smiling sweetly.
"What's the plan, Dam-ee?" he said, holding the 'ee' for a few seconds.
I shuddered.
"We make these handcuffs into a pair of our own."
"Such as?"
"You'll see."
I pointed my wand at the handcuffs, and muttered a charm. They snapped open with a pop, and there were now 3 cuffs.
"Next thing we do is change the voice parameter. We can do that by transfiguring the oddly obtuse voice globule located in the second cuff into a perfectly corpulent globule, thereby changing the unidirectional voice matrix making, in essence, the wearer actually speak the voice charm, which we will transmogrify into a rhyme curse."
"What?"
I sighed.
"See that globe in the 2nd cuff?"
I tapped it with my wand, and said 'Open Sesame.' It creaked open, and I ponted to a glowing orb, which was, oddly, shaped oval.
"That one."
"Yeah..."
"Well, we make it round, and then we can program it to say what we want it to, and who says it."
"Oh..."
I pointed my wand at it.
"Transfiglio Orbison!"
It flickered once, then died out completely. Ron just looked at me. Then, I looked back at the cuffs, and the small oval globe was now a small circlular globe.
"Now, what do we want it to do?"
"I know!"
He pointed his wand at it, and muttered something.
"Now they can only speak in ryhmes!"
"Good. Now, we change it so that the cuffs direct the vocal outpour onto the wearer."
"Erm... You're slipping, Damy. I got that, I think. You mean we have to make it so that the people wearing the handcuffs, and not the handcuffs, start rhyming!"
"Wow. Cool. I can speak English! You hit it right on the head of the nail."
I pointed my wand at it, and said something. It flickered silver once, and then turned green.
"There. Close Sesame."
They snapped shut, and I snapped at a group of girls walking by. I think they were first years.
"You!"
They all stopped, dead track, and looked at my hair, and then at my face. I smiled, and that didn't help things.
"I need some guinea pi- I mean, volunteers for a pair of handcuffs."
They all blanched.
"Not like that, girls. I have someone else for THAT, and... Never mind... But... These are trick handcuffs. All that's supposed to happen is that you'll only be able to rhyme when you wear them."
They all eyed me with apprehension.
"Help me out, Ron."
"Well, erm... okay... We set up a rhyming base in them, and you'll rhyme. That's all. And, if something does happen, Madame Pomfrey is super close."
"That didn't help, Ron."
Indeed, it hadn't. They were inching farther away by the second, and I suddenly got a fresh wave of anger.
"I NEED SOMEONE TO TEST THESE OUT ON!" I siad, brandishing my handcuffs. My head gave a loud WHOOSH-ing sound, and they all stared wide-eyed at my hair. They walked quickly to where I was, and held out their wrists. My eyes widened.
"Please, quickly. Noone needs to be hurt."
Ron goggled at me, as I shrugged my shoulders and clamped it down on each of their wrists.
"Now talk!"
The first girl shrugged her shoulders.
"It feels kind of funny..."
The second girl cam next.
"Like my heads full of air..."
The 3rd girl came the last.
"Are you gonna sell these for money?"
"Do you really care?" Asked the first girl.
I tapped their wrists, and it popped off.
"Very good. Thank you."
They walked off, still rhyming. I tapped it once more, and said something to it.
"KinkLink, hide for one of your true masters!"
The cuffs turned back into normal looking cuffs. I smiled at Ron. He smiled back. Harry popped his head into the common room.
"Is Draco gone?"
"He has been for a while."
Harry walked down the steps cautiously, and looked around nervously.
"What are you all doing?"
"Well, we're going to play Wizard Chess, if we can ever find it."
Harry looked at his watch.
"It's getting a bit late for that, don't you think? Anyway, I heard tomorrow we have Herbology/Care of Magical Creatures, and the Slytherins will be there!"
"Yup. Them and the 6th year Gryffindors and the 6th year Ravenclaws are going to be there. Hagrid was talking about it last Monday." Ron said, and grinned at me.
"What exactly is the reason for the class crossover?"
"Erm.,.. Not sure, exactly, but it's a cross between a plant and a vampire, I think... It's really weird." Harry said.
I blinked once.
"A what?"
"I think it's a cross between a plant and a vampire. And, it sings."
"Hmm."
I thought I knew what it was, but I had no idea why in the world they were procuring one, unless it was created for blood storage...
"Found it!" Harry exclaimed triumphantly, brandishing abox chock full of chocolate and figurines.
"Found what?"
"The Wizarrd Chess set, you git. It was hidden in the flap on the side."
"Oh."
Ron cleared away all the chocolate, and held a pawn in each hand.
"White or Black?"
"Erm... White."
He handed me the white stack of moving figurines, and I got poked by a knight. I flicked him, and he muttered something about respect. Suddenly, he burst into song. N'Sync's Dirty Pop. I flicked him again. He shut up. We set up our pieces, and he moved his knight to the front of the board.
"Good move, Ron. What do you think will happen between Draco and I tomorrow?"
I moved my pawn out to take his knight, and it did take it. However, it left my rook out in the open. Ron gladly took it with a pawn, and I cringed.
"Well, can't honestly say. Although, Draco seemed to enjoy the kiss. Why'd you run off? Haha. Better look before you leap, Damy."
I pulled out my bishop, and knocked the sense out of his pawn.
"I... I didn't want to know if he hated me. It's better not to know someone's feelings that you love than to feel their hate."
Ron moved is queen out to take out the pawn guarding the king. I used my bishop to get the queen.
"I really feel that he likes you, Harry. Missy says so, and she knew it was Sirius under the wig, didn't she? Haha. You better watch where that mouth is, Ron. Does crow taste good? (1)"
"Yeah. Thanks guys, you've made me feel better about everything. It's always good to have someone to talk to. Get his queen, Ron!"
My queen was out in the open, and Ron moved his other knight to claim it, but fell short one space. My queen knocked him a good one.
"Well, it's always good to have someone to talk to, Harry. If I never had Missy, I would have killed myself a long time ago. Check, Ronnikins."
His bishop that was guarding the king had prowled around and tried to take my queen. He stopped one space outside of the range. The queen sent him flying. Ron moved his king to the right, and I moved a knight in front of him.
"Check."
Harry stared at me.
"Killed yourself?"
"Yes, indeed. When all that stuff happened to me, I thought about ending it all, all the pain. Then, I remembered what Missy would be like without me. So, I survived (2). We transfered here. Someone to talk to is always excellent. I can't believe this... Checkmate, Ronnikins."
I was always bad at chess, but I won. I couldn't believe it. Noone else could either. Suddenly, a pig with wings flew between our heads. Slowly, too, so we could see if it was really real. I looked at Ron, and then harry, and I heard a rush of fire behind me. I turned around, and Great-Grandpa was standing behind me.
"Damn, boy, what happened?"
"What do you mean, Grandpa?"
"You actually won a game of chess, huh?"
"How'd you know?"
"Well, for starters, the heater in my house just froze over (3). Secondly, a pig with wings is circling that boy's head over there. And, thirdly, your friends are all looking at you shocked."
"Oh. I'm not that bad at chess, am I?"
"Yes, I'm afraid."
We were interrupted by a loud moan from Colin Creevey as Parvati kissed him, and they started snogging.
"Well, that would be your 4th clue, dear boy. Now, It'll take a while for my house to warm back up, and I don't want to freeze to death. I suppose I'll be visiting here for a while."
I started dancing, and everyone started laughing. We put up the chess set, and talked.
"So, do you have a girlfriend, Damy?"
I looked at Ron, and he stared at me. I mouthed, 'Should I tell him?' And he mouthed back, 'Will he kill me?'
"No." It was an answer to both questions. Ron and Grandpa nodded.
"A boyfriend, then?"
I stared at him.
"Runs in the blood, you see. I myself had a fancy for this one guy back in the 1800's, I believe. Until I found out he was Spring-Heeled Jack. Couldn't stand him after that. He actually belched blue flames at this one woman. She went blind the rest of her life. Well, after I got over him, I met and married your great-grandmother, and the rest is history. So, who's the lucky boy?"
Ron, Harry, and I just stared at him.
"Please tell me you got rid of that dreadful Kevin boy. He was so evil..."
Parvati held back a laugh, until Grandpa looked at her. She shut up immediately.
"Kevin raped me, Grandpa. He's gone."
He spit out the water in his mouth, and it dissolved as soon as it hit the air.
"HE WHAT?"
His hair burst into flame.
"Raped me. Missy and I dealt with him."
He stared at me, hair on his head flashing. It went out.
"What did you do? Did you kill him?"
"Nope. We did, however, embarass him so bad he won't want to show his face for at least 10 years. You know that McDonald's in Indiana? The huge one?"
He nodded, and Harry and Ron could have sweatdropped if they were Anime characters.
"Well, Missy and I gave him some of her special chocolate, pantsed him, and tied him to the very top of the arch. He couldn't get down for at least a whole weekend. He was polka-dotted, and, to make matters worse, he had some muggle special chocolate. Ex-Lax. The only reason he was rescued was because he kept shitting on everyone."
Harry, Ron, and Grandpa stared at me.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Well, anyway, Ron here is my boyfriend."
Ron shot out of his trance, and his eyes got wide.
"Well, you hooked a good one. You take care of him, Ron."
"Erm... okay..."
We were all just silent, until we heard a loud singing coming from the grounds below. We all rushed to the window, and it was raining again. Professor FLitwick was at her wit's end, and she was singing in a DIva-Like voice.
"Come on, Man, It's raining!
It needs no explaining!
My patience, you're straining!
Get out here, it's raining!
You need liquid, Or so I'm told,
And water's been a liquid or else I'm not old,
Get your ass out here, because it's cold!
Don't be a chicken, Come on, be bold!"
We all were silent. All of us. All of a sudden, I heard a loud, whiny but deep voice exclaim something.
"Feeed meee..."
Grandpa and I stared at each other. Harry definitely would have sweatdropped if he could have.
"Well, let's get to bed, shall we?" Grandpa said, and he conjured himself a small cot. I hugged him goodnight, and all 3 of us went into our dorms, Ron's trunk under his arms. I hugged Ron, and he grabbed my hand.
"Sleep with me..."
"I... I'm not ready..."
He looked at me, and then smacked himself in the forehead.
"I mean, sleep in my bed. We can snuggle."
"Oh."
I crawled into Ron's bed, and he kissed me, before we extinguished the lamp. I felt his arms go round my waist, and he snuggled close.
"'Night Damy."
"'Night, Ron."
I fell asleep, dreaming dreams of Ron.
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Erm... Now for the italics.
(1)- Eating crow is whenver you eat your words, hence, 'Does crow taste good?"
(2)- This really happened in real life. I did feel like ending it all, and Missy helped me through it. It wasn't because I was raped, but... My Dad was talking about how it was all my fault he and Mom hadn't got along my entire life, and I felt that I caused too many probblems... You wouldn't be reading this if it weren't for her, you know...
(3)- You know, hell froze over??? Get it??? Okay... Damy's bad at chess. If he won against Ron, who was good at chess, then... You know the saying, 'When Pigs fly?', and when Hell freezes over. The Colin Creepy bit was my idea. Him, get a girl? Ha.
Read the next chapter, Part 10 B
Ron is just damn sexy,
Are violets really blue?
All I have is an imagination,
So please god, don't sue,
All, the guys in this are gay,
Except for Fred and George, anyway,
You don't like? One thing I have to say,
Then stay the hell away!
Peanut Butter and Chicken is really good,
And I'm making no money off this, tho I should,
These characters aren't mine,
And If J.K. found me using them like this, she'd come after me with a vine...
If you're a minor,
Or irresponsible and immature,
Stay away from this like you would a designer (What the hell???)
Cause I don't wanna warp young minds, for sure...
Laters,
Damy
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Chapter 10: Chess, Plants, and Music
"Just give him some time, Draco. He'll come around. You all can talk tomorrow."
Draco nodded at Ron, and then me, and walked back to his dorm. Ron turned to look at me, and grinned.
"Wanna do something fun?"
"What type of fun, dearie?"
"Wizard Chess."
"..."
"Well?"
"Sure, I guess." That was NOT what I had thought he meant.
He sprinted up the dorm room stairs, and came down again a minute later with a small trunk. He sat it down on the commonroom table, and opened it with a flourish.
"It's in here somewhere. Help me find it."
We both looked through it, moving things and searching. I suppose the chest was enchanted, because it was a lot larger than it looked. He had pulled out a large set of Exploding Snap cards, and assorted other junk. I found a small orange thing that greatly resembled a thong.
"What's this?" I asked, innocently. "It looks like a barbie doll sling."
And, without further ado, I grabbed a package of cards and started playing with them. I set each card in the thong, and I picked it up, and started swinging it around in sheer innocence. Ron finally looked up from the trunk, and saw what I was doing. He blushed bad enough to disgrace a tomato, and he grabbed them.
"Gimme those!" he said, wrenching them from me. We had gotten quite a few stares. Ginny, Colin, Neville, and Parvati, were more staring at us. I waved at them all, and smiled sweetly. Ron just looked at me in disbelief. I smiled innocently.
"What? I was just playing with a barbie doll sling-looking thing. What's wrong?"
"Those are... Those are... You honestly don't know?" he said, exasperation clearly showing.
"No. Please tell me. Please? For me?"
"Well... Those are a type of... Well... How do I put this?"
Neville walked by, on the way to his room, and stared at Ron.
"They're called a thong."
He walked off, and I tried hard not to crack a smile, as I asked the next question.
"What's a thong for, Ron?"
"It's... Underwear, dammit."
"Oh."
He shoved them roughly back into his box, and buried his face in it. I got up from the table for a minute and went and laughed. I came back, and he unstuck his head from the box.
"Are you going to help or not?"
"Keep your head out of the box and I can."
He lifted his head, and I continued looking. I found a thing of petroleum jelly.
"Erm... Petroleum jelly, Ron?"
"It keeps my hands soft!" he said, and reached across the table to held my hands.
"Ooh, soft..." I said, holding his hands on my face. He pulled them off.
We both continued looking, yet again. Outside, it had started storming again. (Yes, it's important later on...) I didn't find anything for a while, until I got to a party horn. I put it to my lips, and blew it. A loud, resounding, 'OH BABY' echoed throughout the entire Gryffindor tower. Ron blushed, and then paled.
"I'm going to slowly kill both Fred and George when I get my hands on them..."
"It wasn't them... Missy was working on something like this all last summer... She couldn't get the ionic flux to work right, however, and it kept backfiring on her."
"Oh."
As if on cue, we heard 3 loud, raucous chuckles that came in the direction of Fred and George's room. I growled.
"We'll get them, don't worry."
We kept on pulling things out, when I found a handkerchief. I unwrapped it, and about 15 condoms flew out.
"Erm..." I said, picking one up. It turned a green color, and said,
"Please say anything." It talked in a monotone voice.
"Erm... Hi!"
It turned an even more vivid green. I eyeballed it strange, before handing it to Ron. As soon as he picked it up, it started flashing funny colors, and started using my voice to scream extremely naughty things, of which I'm NOT going to write down. Ron and I both blushed, and he looked ready to kill. We had over half the common room looking at us.
"Fred and George are mine tomorrow. They were working on those over the summer. That's why I heard their voices laughing while the other voice actually said something naughty. Mum's gonna have a cow..."
It was short and to the point. We heard another round of laughter, and we just threw them back in the handkerchief, and threw them in the trunk. I pulled out a pair of handcuffs next.
"Er... Bondage, Ron? Kinda kinky."
I popped them open, and was in the motions of putting them on my hand whilst Ron was speaking.
"Those aren't mine, and I don't think you should-"
CLICK
They clicked down, and snapped shut. I waved them around to Ron.
"See? No harm do-"
As soon as done was out my lips, the handcuffs started screaming.
"BONDAGE BOY!!!!! FREAK ON A LEASH!!! SUBMISSION MAN!!!! KINKY GUY!!!!!"
They kept on in this manner until Ron and I both disarmed the wrist, which sent them flying into the wall. By that time my hair had burst into flame, and I didn't notice it that much when it died out about 5 minutes later. We heard the same laughter from the upstairs room. I walked over, and grabbed them with my wand. I set them back down on the table.
"Ronnikins, I have an idea."
Ron flinched.
"Don't use that nickname."
"So sorry, Ronnikins." I said, smiling sweetly.
"What's the plan, Dam-ee?" he said, holding the 'ee' for a few seconds.
I shuddered.
"We make these handcuffs into a pair of our own."
"Such as?"
"You'll see."
I pointed my wand at the handcuffs, and muttered a charm. They snapped open with a pop, and there were now 3 cuffs.
"Next thing we do is change the voice parameter. We can do that by transfiguring the oddly obtuse voice globule located in the second cuff into a perfectly corpulent globule, thereby changing the unidirectional voice matrix making, in essence, the wearer actually speak the voice charm, which we will transmogrify into a rhyme curse."
"What?"
I sighed.
"See that globe in the 2nd cuff?"
I tapped it with my wand, and said 'Open Sesame.' It creaked open, and I ponted to a glowing orb, which was, oddly, shaped oval.
"That one."
"Yeah..."
"Well, we make it round, and then we can program it to say what we want it to, and who says it."
"Oh..."
I pointed my wand at it.
"Transfiglio Orbison!"
It flickered once, then died out completely. Ron just looked at me. Then, I looked back at the cuffs, and the small oval globe was now a small circlular globe.
"Now, what do we want it to do?"
"I know!"
He pointed his wand at it, and muttered something.
"Now they can only speak in ryhmes!"
"Good. Now, we change it so that the cuffs direct the vocal outpour onto the wearer."
"Erm... You're slipping, Damy. I got that, I think. You mean we have to make it so that the people wearing the handcuffs, and not the handcuffs, start rhyming!"
"Wow. Cool. I can speak English! You hit it right on the head of the nail."
I pointed my wand at it, and said something. It flickered silver once, and then turned green.
"There. Close Sesame."
They snapped shut, and I snapped at a group of girls walking by. I think they were first years.
"You!"
They all stopped, dead track, and looked at my hair, and then at my face. I smiled, and that didn't help things.
"I need some guinea pi- I mean, volunteers for a pair of handcuffs."
They all blanched.
"Not like that, girls. I have someone else for THAT, and... Never mind... But... These are trick handcuffs. All that's supposed to happen is that you'll only be able to rhyme when you wear them."
They all eyed me with apprehension.
"Help me out, Ron."
"Well, erm... okay... We set up a rhyming base in them, and you'll rhyme. That's all. And, if something does happen, Madame Pomfrey is super close."
"That didn't help, Ron."
Indeed, it hadn't. They were inching farther away by the second, and I suddenly got a fresh wave of anger.
"I NEED SOMEONE TO TEST THESE OUT ON!" I siad, brandishing my handcuffs. My head gave a loud WHOOSH-ing sound, and they all stared wide-eyed at my hair. They walked quickly to where I was, and held out their wrists. My eyes widened.
"Please, quickly. Noone needs to be hurt."
Ron goggled at me, as I shrugged my shoulders and clamped it down on each of their wrists.
"Now talk!"
The first girl shrugged her shoulders.
"It feels kind of funny..."
The second girl cam next.
"Like my heads full of air..."
The 3rd girl came the last.
"Are you gonna sell these for money?"
"Do you really care?" Asked the first girl.
I tapped their wrists, and it popped off.
"Very good. Thank you."
They walked off, still rhyming. I tapped it once more, and said something to it.
"KinkLink, hide for one of your true masters!"
The cuffs turned back into normal looking cuffs. I smiled at Ron. He smiled back. Harry popped his head into the common room.
"Is Draco gone?"
"He has been for a while."
Harry walked down the steps cautiously, and looked around nervously.
"What are you all doing?"
"Well, we're going to play Wizard Chess, if we can ever find it."
Harry looked at his watch.
"It's getting a bit late for that, don't you think? Anyway, I heard tomorrow we have Herbology/Care of Magical Creatures, and the Slytherins will be there!"
"Yup. Them and the 6th year Gryffindors and the 6th year Ravenclaws are going to be there. Hagrid was talking about it last Monday." Ron said, and grinned at me.
"What exactly is the reason for the class crossover?"
"Erm.,.. Not sure, exactly, but it's a cross between a plant and a vampire, I think... It's really weird." Harry said.
I blinked once.
"A what?"
"I think it's a cross between a plant and a vampire. And, it sings."
"Hmm."
I thought I knew what it was, but I had no idea why in the world they were procuring one, unless it was created for blood storage...
"Found it!" Harry exclaimed triumphantly, brandishing abox chock full of chocolate and figurines.
"Found what?"
"The Wizarrd Chess set, you git. It was hidden in the flap on the side."
"Oh."
Ron cleared away all the chocolate, and held a pawn in each hand.
"White or Black?"
"Erm... White."
He handed me the white stack of moving figurines, and I got poked by a knight. I flicked him, and he muttered something about respect. Suddenly, he burst into song. N'Sync's Dirty Pop. I flicked him again. He shut up. We set up our pieces, and he moved his knight to the front of the board.
"Good move, Ron. What do you think will happen between Draco and I tomorrow?"
I moved my pawn out to take his knight, and it did take it. However, it left my rook out in the open. Ron gladly took it with a pawn, and I cringed.
"Well, can't honestly say. Although, Draco seemed to enjoy the kiss. Why'd you run off? Haha. Better look before you leap, Damy."
I pulled out my bishop, and knocked the sense out of his pawn.
"I... I didn't want to know if he hated me. It's better not to know someone's feelings that you love than to feel their hate."
Ron moved is queen out to take out the pawn guarding the king. I used my bishop to get the queen.
"I really feel that he likes you, Harry. Missy says so, and she knew it was Sirius under the wig, didn't she? Haha. You better watch where that mouth is, Ron. Does crow taste good? (1)"
"Yeah. Thanks guys, you've made me feel better about everything. It's always good to have someone to talk to. Get his queen, Ron!"
My queen was out in the open, and Ron moved his other knight to claim it, but fell short one space. My queen knocked him a good one.
"Well, it's always good to have someone to talk to, Harry. If I never had Missy, I would have killed myself a long time ago. Check, Ronnikins."
His bishop that was guarding the king had prowled around and tried to take my queen. He stopped one space outside of the range. The queen sent him flying. Ron moved his king to the right, and I moved a knight in front of him.
"Check."
Harry stared at me.
"Killed yourself?"
"Yes, indeed. When all that stuff happened to me, I thought about ending it all, all the pain. Then, I remembered what Missy would be like without me. So, I survived (2). We transfered here. Someone to talk to is always excellent. I can't believe this... Checkmate, Ronnikins."
I was always bad at chess, but I won. I couldn't believe it. Noone else could either. Suddenly, a pig with wings flew between our heads. Slowly, too, so we could see if it was really real. I looked at Ron, and then harry, and I heard a rush of fire behind me. I turned around, and Great-Grandpa was standing behind me.
"Damn, boy, what happened?"
"What do you mean, Grandpa?"
"You actually won a game of chess, huh?"
"How'd you know?"
"Well, for starters, the heater in my house just froze over (3). Secondly, a pig with wings is circling that boy's head over there. And, thirdly, your friends are all looking at you shocked."
"Oh. I'm not that bad at chess, am I?"
"Yes, I'm afraid."
We were interrupted by a loud moan from Colin Creevey as Parvati kissed him, and they started snogging.
"Well, that would be your 4th clue, dear boy. Now, It'll take a while for my house to warm back up, and I don't want to freeze to death. I suppose I'll be visiting here for a while."
I started dancing, and everyone started laughing. We put up the chess set, and talked.
"So, do you have a girlfriend, Damy?"
I looked at Ron, and he stared at me. I mouthed, 'Should I tell him?' And he mouthed back, 'Will he kill me?'
"No." It was an answer to both questions. Ron and Grandpa nodded.
"A boyfriend, then?"
I stared at him.
"Runs in the blood, you see. I myself had a fancy for this one guy back in the 1800's, I believe. Until I found out he was Spring-Heeled Jack. Couldn't stand him after that. He actually belched blue flames at this one woman. She went blind the rest of her life. Well, after I got over him, I met and married your great-grandmother, and the rest is history. So, who's the lucky boy?"
Ron, Harry, and I just stared at him.
"Please tell me you got rid of that dreadful Kevin boy. He was so evil..."
Parvati held back a laugh, until Grandpa looked at her. She shut up immediately.
"Kevin raped me, Grandpa. He's gone."
He spit out the water in his mouth, and it dissolved as soon as it hit the air.
"HE WHAT?"
His hair burst into flame.
"Raped me. Missy and I dealt with him."
He stared at me, hair on his head flashing. It went out.
"What did you do? Did you kill him?"
"Nope. We did, however, embarass him so bad he won't want to show his face for at least 10 years. You know that McDonald's in Indiana? The huge one?"
He nodded, and Harry and Ron could have sweatdropped if they were Anime characters.
"Well, Missy and I gave him some of her special chocolate, pantsed him, and tied him to the very top of the arch. He couldn't get down for at least a whole weekend. He was polka-dotted, and, to make matters worse, he had some muggle special chocolate. Ex-Lax. The only reason he was rescued was because he kept shitting on everyone."
Harry, Ron, and Grandpa stared at me.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Well, anyway, Ron here is my boyfriend."
Ron shot out of his trance, and his eyes got wide.
"Well, you hooked a good one. You take care of him, Ron."
"Erm... okay..."
We were all just silent, until we heard a loud singing coming from the grounds below. We all rushed to the window, and it was raining again. Professor FLitwick was at her wit's end, and she was singing in a DIva-Like voice.
"Come on, Man, It's raining!
It needs no explaining!
My patience, you're straining!
Get out here, it's raining!
You need liquid, Or so I'm told,
And water's been a liquid or else I'm not old,
Get your ass out here, because it's cold!
Don't be a chicken, Come on, be bold!"
We all were silent. All of us. All of a sudden, I heard a loud, whiny but deep voice exclaim something.
"Feeed meee..."
Grandpa and I stared at each other. Harry definitely would have sweatdropped if he could have.
"Well, let's get to bed, shall we?" Grandpa said, and he conjured himself a small cot. I hugged him goodnight, and all 3 of us went into our dorms, Ron's trunk under his arms. I hugged Ron, and he grabbed my hand.
"Sleep with me..."
"I... I'm not ready..."
He looked at me, and then smacked himself in the forehead.
"I mean, sleep in my bed. We can snuggle."
"Oh."
I crawled into Ron's bed, and he kissed me, before we extinguished the lamp. I felt his arms go round my waist, and he snuggled close.
"'Night Damy."
"'Night, Ron."
I fell asleep, dreaming dreams of Ron.
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Erm... Now for the italics.
(1)- Eating crow is whenver you eat your words, hence, 'Does crow taste good?"
(2)- This really happened in real life. I did feel like ending it all, and Missy helped me through it. It wasn't because I was raped, but... My Dad was talking about how it was all my fault he and Mom hadn't got along my entire life, and I felt that I caused too many probblems... You wouldn't be reading this if it weren't for her, you know...
(3)- You know, hell froze over??? Get it??? Okay... Damy's bad at chess. If he won against Ron, who was good at chess, then... You know the saying, 'When Pigs fly?', and when Hell freezes over. The Colin Creepy bit was my idea. Him, get a girl? Ha.
Read the next chapter, Part 10 B