Disclaimers and warnings in chapter 1.
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"Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart; and you'll never walk
alone; you'll never walk alone."
Oscar Hammerstein II
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No sooner had they stepped out through Neville's wall than a huge
explosion rocked the street. Draco lost his footing and fell back hard
against Ron. He barely noticed; his eyes were darting around the
street, trying to find the source of the blast. It was extremely
difficult; people were running about in a blur of color and noise and
confusion. He was being jostled from all directions as people scurried
to get away from the danger. One young woman bumped into him and stared
into his face, her eyes dark with terror. Draco had pulled himself up
again, and was scanning the area just as frantically.
Another explosion nearly knocked Ron off his feet. Draco had grabbed
his arm and was dragging him down the street. They turned a corner,
headed down a dark, dingy alley, and Ron realized with a sinking
feeling that they were now headed toward the source of the commotion.
They rounded another corner, and he saw what was left of Neville's
greenhouse. An explosion had shattered all the glass, and half the wall
had fallen in.
Draco stopped short, and then darted back into the alley. Ron followed
him, having seen a group of Death Eaters milling around the ruined
building. They stood in a haphazard circle, all wearing long, dark
robes; one of which had a green Dark Mark emblazoned on the back.
Shouting erupted suddenly from the group, and Ron peeked around the
corner to see what was happening. He watched as a second, smaller group
exited the building with Neville's limp form floating in the middle. He
swallowed thickly, weighing the odds of their survival if they
attempted a rescue. ~There's no way we can get to him,~ Ron thought.
Draco shoved him out of the way. His pale face lost even more color
when he saw Neville. "Do you think we could take them?" he asked,
without looking back.
Ron shook his head. "No way. There's got to be at least fifteen of
them. I could maybe, *maybe* take three. By surprise."
Draco nodded, but said nothing. He turned back to look at the street,
and Ron heard a series of pops indicating that the Death Eaters had
left. Draco ran from the alley as soon as the coast was clear. Ron
grabbed his arm quickly.
"What are you going to do? There will be Ministry people swarming all
over here in seconds!" he said, watching for people Apparating. Draco
nodded glumly and fell back against the brick wall. Ron had no idea
what to say or do. He let go of the other boy's arm, and looked back
down the street.
As Ron watched, another Death Easter exited Neville's. He quickly
muttered "be right back" at Draco, then headed after the retreating
figure. The man moved intently, easily parting the gathering crowds.
Ron followed close behind, then mass of bodies making him nearly
invisible.
The Death Eater headed down into a subway station. He went up to the
ticket window, and Ron quickly got in line behind him. He couldn't hear
the mumbled destination, however. The ticket taker said something, and
the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a messy wad, consisting,
for the most part, of Muggle money. He slapped the pile onto the
counter, grabbed his ticket, and hurried off, disappearing into the
crowd. Ron stepped forward, and grabbed a small bit of white parchment
that had fluttered to the ground, unnoticed by the Death Eater in his
haste. The ticket man glared darkly at him, and Ron backed off, not
wanting to cause any kind of commotion. People were still rushing about
frantically, trying to find out what had happened; what that explosion
had been. Ron started walking back towards the alley he and Draco had
hidden in. He checked the parchment for enchantments, then unfolded it,
finding only a hastily scribbled note:
//Meet us at Barty's with Longbottom. We'll have the map.//
Ron did a small double take, but recovered quickly. When he got back on
the street, he found a huge crowd milling around the front of Neville's
greenhouse. He managed to skirt most of the people, and as he
approached the alley, he heard Draco talking to someone.
"...you think you're doing here?" The familiar drawl seeped into the
street. Ron rounded the corner just then and found Colin Creevey, of
all people, standing there. He began to speak in a shaking voice.
"I was here visiting Neville, and all of a sudden we were being
attacked! It was just about the scariest thing ever! All of those
people coming in all of a sudden, and the wall exploding, and then
Neville told me to run out the back, and find you, but when I got out
you were already gone and I couldn't find you right away because there
were people running all over screaming and it was all very confusing,
so I just sort of wandered around until I found you out there in the
crowd, and then - "
"Stop!" Draco broke into the rambling oration. He held up his hands.
"Listen, that's really not important anyway, because you are leaving
right now and going back to school."
Ron looked from Colin to Draco in confusion. "Why were you visiting
Neville?" he asked. Colin shrugged.
Colin blushed a bit. "He's my best friend." Ron remembered the two of
them hanging out a lot during the last couple of years.
Colin turned to Draco and continued. "Which is why I'm going to stay
here and help you. I can't just leave him all alone and afraid while
those bastards that did this to him do all kinds of horrible things
and..."
"Hey!" Once again, Draco interrupted. "Sorry, Creevey, but Neville is
going to have to be abandoned by you this time. Because you are *not*
staying."
"Why not?" Colin cried. "I won't mess anything up at all! Besides," he
held up his camera bag, "You'll need me to help you gather evidence!
I'm really good at that!"
Draco opened his mouth to reply, but Ron cut him off. "Guys. Let's
argue about this somewhere else. Because we are going to have fifteen
million ministry people crash this party in a few seconds." He was
feeling edgy, having witnessed a particularly destructive kidnapping.
Draco rested his hand over his eyes for a second, the only indication
that he was distressed.
He took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and then nodded. "Right. You're
right, Weasley. Come on. Both of you." He glanced out of the alley to
check for people, than jogged down the street and around a corner. The
other two followed him closely. Ron smiled to himself; he'd made Draco
Malfoy admit that something he had said was right. ~Point for me!~ They
wove through the narrow London streets, quickly. After only a few
moments, Draco darted through the door of a dilapidated old apartment
building. Ron glanced at Colin, who shrugged.
Draco was waiting for them at the base of a very unsafe-looking set of
stairs. "The elevator is broken," he apologized, and started up the
stairs. Once again, Ron and Colin followed. They trudged up three
flights of creaky stairs, and then down a very musty hallway. Draco
pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door to
apartment number 309. "Make yourselves at home," he said, flicking on a
Muggle light and throwing his cloak onto an ancient couch. Colin asked
for the bathroom, and when Draco told him the way, he scampered off.
Ron sighed, and stuck his hands into his jacket pocket. He gave a start
when his fingers brushed a bit of paper, and, remembering what it was,
he quickly pulled it from his pocket and unfolded it.
The note had been hurriedly scribbled on business stationary of some
sort; there was a small graphic at the bottom. It was a small four-leaf
clover, with the words 'Get Lucky' above it and 'At Barty's' beneath
it.
"Hey, Malfoy," he called, glancing around the room and finding himself
alone. He walked through a door directly in front of him, and saw Draco
standing in front of a Muggle refrigerator. Draco looked up at him
expectantly.
"Yes?" he asked, and then returned his attention to the contents of the
fridge.
"I found this bit of paper at Neville's, after he got captured, and
it's a clue, it has to be. Because it's about Neville." That got
Draco's attention, and he was instantly at Ron's side.
"Let me see that!" Ron found the paper yanked from his fingers, and he
looked up at Draco to retort. When he saw the look on the other boy's
face, however, he became worried. Draco had gone chalk white, and his
eyes were huge.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"This. This is my father's handwriting."
Ron got the impression that this was quite a horrible thing, because
Draco looked ready to either pass out or kill someone. He had never
seen Draco lose his self-control as often as he had today. ~But how
much time have you ever actually *spent* with him before?~ He followed
the blonde as he headed for the small table, and sat down next to him.
~I don't even know why his reaction is worrying me so much.~ Ron began
to chew on his lip nervously. Draco smoothed the note out on the table
and bent over, studying it intently.
Ron heard Colin walking towards them, and glanced up. Colin squeezed
himself between the two occupied chairs. He stared curiously over
Draco's shoulder. "Why are you getting notes about Neville from a
brothel, Draco?" he asked, his voice full of innocent interest.
Both Ron and Draco gawked at him openmouthed. Ron found his voice
first. "What makes you think that this is from a brothel?" he asked.
Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously, and Colin took a step backwards.
"I saw an ad for it on TV when I was at home. And I only ever saw it
once, and that was really accidental because it was the middle of the
night and I was hungry, so I got up and heard my brother watching TV
and I went to see if there was anything of any interest on, and when I
walked in there was an ad for Barty's and of course they didn't call it
a brothel, they called it a men's club, but well, seeing as what they
offered I just sort of came up with that on my own, and then, right
after that commercial was through the most embarrassing show came on
about these people starkers in a hot tub and - "
"Creevey!" Draco yelled. The boy stopped instantly, and looked
positively terrified.
"Yes?" he squeaked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Slow down, take a breath!" Colin took this advice and inhaled deeply.
Draco continued. "Now, what makes you think that this Barty's place is
the same one that you saw on television?"
"I recognize that little clover thing."
Draco nodded slowly. "And where can I find this place?"
Colin shrugged. "I don't remember. I wasn't paying *that* much
attention. But, I bet you could find it in a phone book or something."
Ron watched Draco's face intently, fascinated by the way his emotions
danced behind his eyes. The blonde tapped his forehead for a moment,
and then stood up suddenly.
"I have to think," he announced and disappeared through a door just
outside the kitchen, leaving Ron and Colin together. Ron sighed
inwardly, and laid his head down on the table. Colin took Draco's
chair, and looked at Ron with concern.
"Are you okay, Ron?" he asked, cautiously. Ron looked up at him,
suddenly feeling exhausted.
"Yeah. I'm all right. I just need to rest." Colin nodded, and then
left. Ron gave a small, relieved sigh. He pillowed his head in his arms
and fell asleep instantly.
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Ron woke with a start, and the first thing he saw when he opened his
eyes was Draco sitting in the chair next to him. The second thing he
noticed was that the blonde smelled good. ~Gah. Not gonna think about
that.~
Draco turned and gave him a small, genuine-looking smile. "Sleep well?"
he asked.
Ron sat up slowly, noting the clenched muscles in his neck and
shoulders. He groaned a bit, stretching and feeling his back pop. "I
slept okay. Uh, how long did I sleep?"
Draco shrugged. "I don't know. Probably about an hour. Maybe a bit
more." He stood up and walked over the fridge again. This time he
actually pulled something out, though Ron couldn't see what it was.
He turned his back and began chopping something up on the cutting
board. "Are you a virgin, Weasley?" he asked suddenly. Ron, taken aback
by the question, was speechless. When no reply came, Draco turned and
looked at him expectantly. "Well?" he asked.
Ron blinked at him. "What the hell business is that of yours?" he
asked, finding his voice.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Well, I really should have asked you that
last night, but I forgot. And it's my business, because if you get
caught, they'll use you for all kinds of nasty stuff if you are a
virgin. It's really not pleasant at all." A dark look flickered across
Draco's face.
"Oh. Um. Well, no, I'm not." Ron said, a little awkwardly, and somewhat
worried by the tone in Draco's voice. Draco nodded once and turned back
to his work.
Ron was left alone with his thoughts. He remembered the time during
their last year that he and Seamus had been a couple. They had really
had a lot of fun together. And the sex had been great too. He grinned,
recalling the exuberance Seamus had in bed. And on the floor, and
against the wall, and on tables, too.
Draco spoke again. "Was it Potter?" he asked, eyeing Ron curiously.
Ron felt his cheeks flush. "Like I'd tell you," he said, rolling his
eyes. Draco simply shrugged.
"Fine."
Ron suddenly realized that he and Draco were alone in the room. "Where
did Colin go?" he asked.
Draco laughed. "He's ah...getting ready to initiate our plan of
action." Ron narrowed his eyes suspiciously, not trusting his -- ~are
we still enemies?~ -- his...cohort.
"We have a plan of action?"
"Yes. We most certainly do." Draco nodded, and set a plate of unevenly
chopped vegetables down on the table.
"Dare I ask what it is?" Ron asked as he checked over a carrot.
Draco choked, trying to conceal his laughter. "No," he finally managed
to gasp out.
"Then what the hell - " He was cut off as Colin entered the room. At
least, Ron was fairly certain it was Colin.
He was dressed in a long, dark blue evening gown. It had long sleeves,
and he wore a pair of black satin gloves over his hands. A large hat
covered his short, light brown hair, making it look very stylish,
indeed. He even had makeup on. Ron sat breathless for a moment, than
burst into hysterical laughter.
"You can't be serious!" Colin and Draco exchanged a Look.
"Well," Draco began, "It's pretty simple, really..."
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to be continued....teehee!
(btw, sorry this was a bit delayed. I spontaneously went to a concert this evening, and so I didn't get all done till now. But here it is! Yay!)
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"Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart; and you'll never walk
alone; you'll never walk alone."
Oscar Hammerstein II
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
No sooner had they stepped out through Neville's wall than a huge
explosion rocked the street. Draco lost his footing and fell back hard
against Ron. He barely noticed; his eyes were darting around the
street, trying to find the source of the blast. It was extremely
difficult; people were running about in a blur of color and noise and
confusion. He was being jostled from all directions as people scurried
to get away from the danger. One young woman bumped into him and stared
into his face, her eyes dark with terror. Draco had pulled himself up
again, and was scanning the area just as frantically.
Another explosion nearly knocked Ron off his feet. Draco had grabbed
his arm and was dragging him down the street. They turned a corner,
headed down a dark, dingy alley, and Ron realized with a sinking
feeling that they were now headed toward the source of the commotion.
They rounded another corner, and he saw what was left of Neville's
greenhouse. An explosion had shattered all the glass, and half the wall
had fallen in.
Draco stopped short, and then darted back into the alley. Ron followed
him, having seen a group of Death Eaters milling around the ruined
building. They stood in a haphazard circle, all wearing long, dark
robes; one of which had a green Dark Mark emblazoned on the back.
Shouting erupted suddenly from the group, and Ron peeked around the
corner to see what was happening. He watched as a second, smaller group
exited the building with Neville's limp form floating in the middle. He
swallowed thickly, weighing the odds of their survival if they
attempted a rescue. ~There's no way we can get to him,~ Ron thought.
Draco shoved him out of the way. His pale face lost even more color
when he saw Neville. "Do you think we could take them?" he asked,
without looking back.
Ron shook his head. "No way. There's got to be at least fifteen of
them. I could maybe, *maybe* take three. By surprise."
Draco nodded, but said nothing. He turned back to look at the street,
and Ron heard a series of pops indicating that the Death Eaters had
left. Draco ran from the alley as soon as the coast was clear. Ron
grabbed his arm quickly.
"What are you going to do? There will be Ministry people swarming all
over here in seconds!" he said, watching for people Apparating. Draco
nodded glumly and fell back against the brick wall. Ron had no idea
what to say or do. He let go of the other boy's arm, and looked back
down the street.
As Ron watched, another Death Easter exited Neville's. He quickly
muttered "be right back" at Draco, then headed after the retreating
figure. The man moved intently, easily parting the gathering crowds.
Ron followed close behind, then mass of bodies making him nearly
invisible.
The Death Eater headed down into a subway station. He went up to the
ticket window, and Ron quickly got in line behind him. He couldn't hear
the mumbled destination, however. The ticket taker said something, and
the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a messy wad, consisting,
for the most part, of Muggle money. He slapped the pile onto the
counter, grabbed his ticket, and hurried off, disappearing into the
crowd. Ron stepped forward, and grabbed a small bit of white parchment
that had fluttered to the ground, unnoticed by the Death Eater in his
haste. The ticket man glared darkly at him, and Ron backed off, not
wanting to cause any kind of commotion. People were still rushing about
frantically, trying to find out what had happened; what that explosion
had been. Ron started walking back towards the alley he and Draco had
hidden in. He checked the parchment for enchantments, then unfolded it,
finding only a hastily scribbled note:
//Meet us at Barty's with Longbottom. We'll have the map.//
Ron did a small double take, but recovered quickly. When he got back on
the street, he found a huge crowd milling around the front of Neville's
greenhouse. He managed to skirt most of the people, and as he
approached the alley, he heard Draco talking to someone.
"...you think you're doing here?" The familiar drawl seeped into the
street. Ron rounded the corner just then and found Colin Creevey, of
all people, standing there. He began to speak in a shaking voice.
"I was here visiting Neville, and all of a sudden we were being
attacked! It was just about the scariest thing ever! All of those
people coming in all of a sudden, and the wall exploding, and then
Neville told me to run out the back, and find you, but when I got out
you were already gone and I couldn't find you right away because there
were people running all over screaming and it was all very confusing,
so I just sort of wandered around until I found you out there in the
crowd, and then - "
"Stop!" Draco broke into the rambling oration. He held up his hands.
"Listen, that's really not important anyway, because you are leaving
right now and going back to school."
Ron looked from Colin to Draco in confusion. "Why were you visiting
Neville?" he asked. Colin shrugged.
Colin blushed a bit. "He's my best friend." Ron remembered the two of
them hanging out a lot during the last couple of years.
Colin turned to Draco and continued. "Which is why I'm going to stay
here and help you. I can't just leave him all alone and afraid while
those bastards that did this to him do all kinds of horrible things
and..."
"Hey!" Once again, Draco interrupted. "Sorry, Creevey, but Neville is
going to have to be abandoned by you this time. Because you are *not*
staying."
"Why not?" Colin cried. "I won't mess anything up at all! Besides," he
held up his camera bag, "You'll need me to help you gather evidence!
I'm really good at that!"
Draco opened his mouth to reply, but Ron cut him off. "Guys. Let's
argue about this somewhere else. Because we are going to have fifteen
million ministry people crash this party in a few seconds." He was
feeling edgy, having witnessed a particularly destructive kidnapping.
Draco rested his hand over his eyes for a second, the only indication
that he was distressed.
He took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and then nodded. "Right. You're
right, Weasley. Come on. Both of you." He glanced out of the alley to
check for people, than jogged down the street and around a corner. The
other two followed him closely. Ron smiled to himself; he'd made Draco
Malfoy admit that something he had said was right. ~Point for me!~ They
wove through the narrow London streets, quickly. After only a few
moments, Draco darted through the door of a dilapidated old apartment
building. Ron glanced at Colin, who shrugged.
Draco was waiting for them at the base of a very unsafe-looking set of
stairs. "The elevator is broken," he apologized, and started up the
stairs. Once again, Ron and Colin followed. They trudged up three
flights of creaky stairs, and then down a very musty hallway. Draco
pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door to
apartment number 309. "Make yourselves at home," he said, flicking on a
Muggle light and throwing his cloak onto an ancient couch. Colin asked
for the bathroom, and when Draco told him the way, he scampered off.
Ron sighed, and stuck his hands into his jacket pocket. He gave a start
when his fingers brushed a bit of paper, and, remembering what it was,
he quickly pulled it from his pocket and unfolded it.
The note had been hurriedly scribbled on business stationary of some
sort; there was a small graphic at the bottom. It was a small four-leaf
clover, with the words 'Get Lucky' above it and 'At Barty's' beneath
it.
"Hey, Malfoy," he called, glancing around the room and finding himself
alone. He walked through a door directly in front of him, and saw Draco
standing in front of a Muggle refrigerator. Draco looked up at him
expectantly.
"Yes?" he asked, and then returned his attention to the contents of the
fridge.
"I found this bit of paper at Neville's, after he got captured, and
it's a clue, it has to be. Because it's about Neville." That got
Draco's attention, and he was instantly at Ron's side.
"Let me see that!" Ron found the paper yanked from his fingers, and he
looked up at Draco to retort. When he saw the look on the other boy's
face, however, he became worried. Draco had gone chalk white, and his
eyes were huge.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"This. This is my father's handwriting."
Ron got the impression that this was quite a horrible thing, because
Draco looked ready to either pass out or kill someone. He had never
seen Draco lose his self-control as often as he had today. ~But how
much time have you ever actually *spent* with him before?~ He followed
the blonde as he headed for the small table, and sat down next to him.
~I don't even know why his reaction is worrying me so much.~ Ron began
to chew on his lip nervously. Draco smoothed the note out on the table
and bent over, studying it intently.
Ron heard Colin walking towards them, and glanced up. Colin squeezed
himself between the two occupied chairs. He stared curiously over
Draco's shoulder. "Why are you getting notes about Neville from a
brothel, Draco?" he asked, his voice full of innocent interest.
Both Ron and Draco gawked at him openmouthed. Ron found his voice
first. "What makes you think that this is from a brothel?" he asked.
Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously, and Colin took a step backwards.
"I saw an ad for it on TV when I was at home. And I only ever saw it
once, and that was really accidental because it was the middle of the
night and I was hungry, so I got up and heard my brother watching TV
and I went to see if there was anything of any interest on, and when I
walked in there was an ad for Barty's and of course they didn't call it
a brothel, they called it a men's club, but well, seeing as what they
offered I just sort of came up with that on my own, and then, right
after that commercial was through the most embarrassing show came on
about these people starkers in a hot tub and - "
"Creevey!" Draco yelled. The boy stopped instantly, and looked
positively terrified.
"Yes?" he squeaked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Slow down, take a breath!" Colin took this advice and inhaled deeply.
Draco continued. "Now, what makes you think that this Barty's place is
the same one that you saw on television?"
"I recognize that little clover thing."
Draco nodded slowly. "And where can I find this place?"
Colin shrugged. "I don't remember. I wasn't paying *that* much
attention. But, I bet you could find it in a phone book or something."
Ron watched Draco's face intently, fascinated by the way his emotions
danced behind his eyes. The blonde tapped his forehead for a moment,
and then stood up suddenly.
"I have to think," he announced and disappeared through a door just
outside the kitchen, leaving Ron and Colin together. Ron sighed
inwardly, and laid his head down on the table. Colin took Draco's
chair, and looked at Ron with concern.
"Are you okay, Ron?" he asked, cautiously. Ron looked up at him,
suddenly feeling exhausted.
"Yeah. I'm all right. I just need to rest." Colin nodded, and then
left. Ron gave a small, relieved sigh. He pillowed his head in his arms
and fell asleep instantly.
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Ron woke with a start, and the first thing he saw when he opened his
eyes was Draco sitting in the chair next to him. The second thing he
noticed was that the blonde smelled good. ~Gah. Not gonna think about
that.~
Draco turned and gave him a small, genuine-looking smile. "Sleep well?"
he asked.
Ron sat up slowly, noting the clenched muscles in his neck and
shoulders. He groaned a bit, stretching and feeling his back pop. "I
slept okay. Uh, how long did I sleep?"
Draco shrugged. "I don't know. Probably about an hour. Maybe a bit
more." He stood up and walked over the fridge again. This time he
actually pulled something out, though Ron couldn't see what it was.
He turned his back and began chopping something up on the cutting
board. "Are you a virgin, Weasley?" he asked suddenly. Ron, taken aback
by the question, was speechless. When no reply came, Draco turned and
looked at him expectantly. "Well?" he asked.
Ron blinked at him. "What the hell business is that of yours?" he
asked, finding his voice.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Well, I really should have asked you that
last night, but I forgot. And it's my business, because if you get
caught, they'll use you for all kinds of nasty stuff if you are a
virgin. It's really not pleasant at all." A dark look flickered across
Draco's face.
"Oh. Um. Well, no, I'm not." Ron said, a little awkwardly, and somewhat
worried by the tone in Draco's voice. Draco nodded once and turned back
to his work.
Ron was left alone with his thoughts. He remembered the time during
their last year that he and Seamus had been a couple. They had really
had a lot of fun together. And the sex had been great too. He grinned,
recalling the exuberance Seamus had in bed. And on the floor, and
against the wall, and on tables, too.
Draco spoke again. "Was it Potter?" he asked, eyeing Ron curiously.
Ron felt his cheeks flush. "Like I'd tell you," he said, rolling his
eyes. Draco simply shrugged.
"Fine."
Ron suddenly realized that he and Draco were alone in the room. "Where
did Colin go?" he asked.
Draco laughed. "He's ah...getting ready to initiate our plan of
action." Ron narrowed his eyes suspiciously, not trusting his -- ~are
we still enemies?~ -- his...cohort.
"We have a plan of action?"
"Yes. We most certainly do." Draco nodded, and set a plate of unevenly
chopped vegetables down on the table.
"Dare I ask what it is?" Ron asked as he checked over a carrot.
Draco choked, trying to conceal his laughter. "No," he finally managed
to gasp out.
"Then what the hell - " He was cut off as Colin entered the room. At
least, Ron was fairly certain it was Colin.
He was dressed in a long, dark blue evening gown. It had long sleeves,
and he wore a pair of black satin gloves over his hands. A large hat
covered his short, light brown hair, making it look very stylish,
indeed. He even had makeup on. Ron sat breathless for a moment, than
burst into hysterical laughter.
"You can't be serious!" Colin and Draco exchanged a Look.
"Well," Draco began, "It's pretty simple, really..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
to be continued....teehee!
(btw, sorry this was a bit delayed. I spontaneously went to a concert this evening, and so I didn't get all done till now. But here it is! Yay!)