Ron's Worst Nightmare
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Just a little note before we resume reading: // means that the conversation is happening outside the flashback. *_~
Chapter Eight: A Whole Goat Load 'o Problems, Aye!
"Gaa!" Ron leaped off of Draco as if electrocuted, flipping backwards off the bed squealing and hitting his head painfully on the floor. The Slytherin sat up on his elbows and smirked at the two frozen teens in the doorway. Then he picked himself up, dusted himself off with dignity, and calmly slipped past them out the door. But not before saying smoothly, "Potty, Granger. Always the ones for timing."
Harry's gaze followed the Slytherin down the hall and part way down the stairs. Then the calming emerald orbs flicked back to Ron, who was sprawled flat on the ground, rubbing his temples painfully. Rolling his eyes, Harry walked over, casually dumping his things on the bed, and helped his friend stand. Ron took his hand and allowed himself to be swung up. Hermione walked in and set her stuff next to Harry's, shaking her head. The frizz of her hair bobbed slightly with the movement and Ron smiled warmly as he backed away to get a good look at his two best friends. Hermione returned his smile a little oddly and his own smile was wiped from his face. Harry was frowning.
"Well," said Hermione sanguinely, "looks like I've won double time, Harry." She grinned and extended her hand, palm up. Ron's brow furrowed as Harry grumbled darkly, digging in his pockets. He extracted a couple of shining galleons and handed them to a very satisfied Hermione.
Ron narrowed his eyes, "What was that for?" Harry ignored the question and sat tiredly on the bed, running his fingers through his raven black hair. "We made a bet," bubbled Hermione happily. Sitting beside Harry, Ron turned to glare at his friend with annoyance, "What?"
"It looked a bit more than just being able to stand one another to me," growled Harry moodily. Ron blushed, and said defensively "You shouldn't jump to conclusions like that, you know." But Harry only scoffed, "And with Malfoy none the less! Don't you remember what he's done to you in the past?"
"Forgive and forget, Harry," said Hermione angelically. Ron gave her a grateful look, to which she winked back.
"No, this is Malfoy. The same nasty, bragging, arrogant git we've known for years! All he wants is to dominate you. He's like that."
Ron stood up angrily, "That isn't true! Don't be a prat, Harry. He's different. I've gotten to know him. If you would just give him a chance-"
"No," stated Harry coldly. "I refuse to even acknowledge him as a human being. Ron! Open your eyes. He probably only wants to get into your pants. He must be suffering withdrawals from his father screwing him at home. Or banging every boy at school!"
"That is not bloody true!" Ron roared, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Hermione jumped in between them and put her hands flat against their chests. "Stop it," she warned. "Come on! You guys never fight. Don't let Malfoy come between you like this. And Harry, you quit acting like a child. Maybe he *has* changed. It's known to happen, Harry. I trust Ron's judgment. And we don't know the whole story anyway. If Bill felt it wise to let Malfoy stay here, then that was a good decision and I say you should respect that. Not to mention that our best friend thinks him all right!" Her eyes bore into the both of them, blazing like the dickens. Harry looked down, ashamed. Ron sighed in frustration and look towards the door, biting back the urge to shove Hermione off and run after Draco.
She backed away and looked at the both of them with thinned lips, giving off an uncanny resemblance to Minerva McGonnagal. Her hands went reflexively to her hips and she said primly, "This isn't school any more. It's Summer and I plan of having fun, whether or not a Malfoy is near. Harry, just remember to have some compassion!" Then more quietly, "You of all people should understand what it is he's going through. The papers said his mother was killed right in front of him. Sirius must've told you more."
Harry's eyes misted over oddly and he shut them tightly. Then, opening them again, he said bleakly, "If he even breathes wrong-"
Hermione nodded, cutting him off, "Good. Now then Ron, have you worked on any of your homework yet? Harry, I know *you* haven't. We best get an early start!" She became very chipper all of a sudden and flounced over to her bags, dragging out mounds of papers and books. Harry groaned and slid to the floor, glumly accepting a book stuffed with parchment from Hermione. Ron did likewise, secretly jumping with joy that his friends hadn't entirely freaked out over the whole incident. But that joy was cut short as he was handed a Potions book. "Essay. Now," commanded Hermione sternly. Grumbling, he opened the book and began to read.
~*~
When Hermione took Harry and begun lecturing him on proper penmanship skills, Ron had taken the opportunity to go after Draco. Knowing his friends wouldn't notice for a while yet, (by the heated argument ensuing) but being cautious all the same, he said before going out the door; "Bathroom!" As he expected, they completely ignored him, which was quite fine.
Draco was down in the kitchen sipping a cup of cocoa with marshmallows (four of them) while reading the paper. Ron slipped into the seat across from the boy and watched him read. Draco's eyes flashed over the pages, skimming the words at a blinding speed. Every few seconds he would lift up the mug and take a sip of chocolate, then resume reading the tiny text. His fringe hung low over his eyes and his mouth was completely still. Ron thought of clearing his throat, but dismissed it. Somehow he knew very well that Draco was aware of his presence.
"There's more chocolate in the pot if you want to help yourself."
"No thanks. What are you reading?"
"Actually, it seems I've been reading over the same damn paragraph for the past half hour. Something about a speech Fudge made on the old practice of tarring and feathering." Now the gray eyes flicked up to meet Ron's gaze. They were like tiny ice crystals and Ron couldn't help but roll his eyes at the boy across the table from him. Draco caught it and took another sip from his cup bemusedly. "What is it, Weasly?"
"My name is *Ron*, Draco," he said tightly, glaring. Draco just shrugged, sipping he chocolate with aggravating nonchalance. And Ron felt like leaning across the table and slapping that face that he had become so infatuated with since sharing their mutual kiss, right after Draco had confessed to Ron about his past. Now the redhead took that into account and resisted causing physical harm to the shorter boy, even though it would probably do him good to get a reality punch in his flawless jaw. Sighing, he extended his arm and plucked the paper from Draco's hands, folding it and setting it neatly in his lap. Then meeting Draco's dry expression, he said rather irritably; "Why don't you be the more mature one and just talk to them like nothing ever happened before?"
Draco smirked with a knowing glint in his eye. This always made Ron feel belittled and he harumphed crabbily, crossing his arms over his chest. "It isn't me," shrugged Draco levelly, "It's him."
"Aaurgh!" Ron threw up his hands, dumping the paper to the floor. But Draco only chuckled, "Won't they be missing you up there?"
To this, Ron only replied stubbornly, "I'm not leaving until I know why exactly it's him and not you. So talk, Malfoy or I'll just have to drag it right out of you."
"My name is *Draco*, Ron," he retorted mockingly. Then he shook his head when Ron glared and continued, "I'm not sure if Potty will appreciate me telling you this, Ron. It'll probably do more harm than good in the long run."
Instantly wary, Ron narrowed his eyes. "What?"
Mischievous glee was flitting around Draco's expression and Ron knew that this was something that would either make him angry, or - well, angry was probably the most likely outcome. The Slytherin spoke airily, his eyes never leaving Ron's face. "About the time Potter and myself had a bit of a snogging session, end of this year in detention."
Ron was speechless, gawking. He made odd sounds in the back of his throat. Draco grinned, "Shall I just stop before I even start? I can see this is upsetting you."
"That is not true. You guys hate each other!"
Arching an eyebrow, Draco replied coyly, "Well, I think we have established that "hate" doesn't quite matter." He moved his foot up Ron's leg under the table and the redhead squeaked. "Spot that," he commanded the Slytherin, trying not to laugh. "But really, you and Harry?" He snorted.
"Well, you see, we had a very late night detention with Snape in the dungeons. Alone."
Ron's eyes widened, "Tell me more then."
Draco yawned, "Well all right, if you want to hear all the gory details."
The Gryffindor grinned hungrily, scooting closer to the table and peering deep into Draco's amused eyes, "I want ALL the gory details."
"Why, are you salivating, Ron dear?"
"Whatever you say, just continue."
"Odd, that's just what Potter said while under my spell," said Draco flirtatiously. "Anyway, Snape was called away for some reason, most likely having to do something with the Fight....."
~*FLASHBACK DRACO'S VERSION. Ho hum, pig's bum!!*~
"Professor McGonnagal."
"Snape."
"What is it you came for? Is something the matter?"
"Dumbledore needs to speak with you right away." Her eyes turned to Potter and I, who still sat like wrongly convicted criminals (except for of course Potter, the git) in front of Snape's desk. Instantly I knew that something must've happened with Voldemort. My eyes locked with Snape's. I wondered if Dumbledore would need me for anything. You see, I was the key informational spy for the side of Light. So Snape gave me a miniscule shake of his head and I returned my gaze back to the blank stone wall. I sat beside Potter in a stiff backed chair. We had been partners for the potion that day and had gotten in a fight over the right rotation of the cauldron.
//"I was right in the end as always, but Potter just had to get all sore about it," said Draco matter-of-factly. Ron rolled his eyes. "Mmm hmm."//
"You two sit right there and don't move until I return," Snape said. I nodded and Potter just huffed like a little boy and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting like the prat he is.
//"Gee, Draco, you must've been studying him closely to notice all that," pointed out Ron slyly. Draco sent him a scathing glare and continued.//
Snape was gone not five minutes before Potter started to fidget and squirm in his seat. I swear, he's like one of those odd little monkeys with the blue bums who can't sit still for the life of them. Finally getting rather fed up, I told him to sit the hell still. He did, after flipping me off like a hothead. Really, he can be such an immature little wanker at times. I kicked his chair so that it flew out from under him and he ended up on his back: Only to jump up two seconds later spitting and cursing like a stray street cat. Being the more mature and reasonable of the both of us, I calmly rose to my feet and punched him in the face.
"What the hell," he screeched shrilly. I merely smirked. Then the next instant he had me by the collar and pinned roughly up against the wall. Really quite the domineering little turnip, digging his hips into mine, breathing into my face-
//Ron sat up more erect in his chair, leaning forward and hanging off every word. Draco couldn't help but grin with superiority. Ron looked so cute when he was fascinated with something. Especially something as wicked as Harry Potter glomping Draco Malfoy.//
-though I must say that boy should discover breath mints or he's never going to get any. But he had me bent back over a gargoyle head set in the wall and it was rather painful.
//At this, Ron grinned, encouraging Draco to elaborate all the more.//
So, you know, I started to squirm a bit. Which I must say I HATE to do. But he didn't want me moving much, because he shook me a bit and moved closer so that we were pressed up against each other completely. Kind of freakish, no? Anyway, I'm not just going to let him do this to me, I have shame after all.
But what could I do? Obviously Potter was on a major testosterone kick and celebrating because for once he had caught Draco Malfoy. The Great Draco Malfoy. The Indestructible Draco Malfoy. The Gorgeous Draco Malfoy. Shall I say? - The Grand High Exalted SEX GOD Draco Malfoy!
//Ron looked at him blankly. "Harumph," Draco pouted. "Fine then, don't hear all of my totally well deserved and rightfully given titles."//
His face was mere centimeters away from mine, our lips shaking, mine with anger, his probably with lust - which is only to be suspected. The gargoyle was really digging into my back then and I couldn't help myself. I groaned and arched over, easing off the pressure. Long and loud I groaned. Foolish of me, I know, what with a wild and untamed Potter holding me up against the wall.
//"My God. You have got to be kidding me." All Ron received with these words was a very nasty look. He ducked his head and motioned for the blonde to continue at will.//
Well, the dunderhead took it the wrong way, obviously or I wouldn't be telling you this. For a second he just sat there motionless, staring at me like a deer in the headlights. Then he did it, the prat. He withdrew as if unsure, and then slammed me harder against the wall, giving me a disgusting, repulsive, unsavory, sick, twisted, nauseating, wet, sticky, heated, deep, hot - er - nasty arse kiss!!
//Ron grinned, "Now this was what I was waiting for!"//
He hands grasped at every piece of skin he could get to, which included the glorious skin hiding under my robes at the time. I admit, I began to struggle a bit, but only because he was suffocating me like crazy! Tongues all over the place and that! It was down my throat, I swear. He has a very long tongue. Then he started undoing my robes - I couldn't exactly stop him, could I? And then he pushed me to the ground slowly, pinning my arms to my sides and breathing into my face heavily.
//Ron's eyes bugged out of his head and he held back a squeal so as not to disrupt Draco, who had began to talk more smoothly, not even seeing Ron as he remembered.//
I could feel every bump in the stones on the floor digging into my back. Potter's fingers were viciously entwined in my hair, ripping my head back. I remember moaning and then spreading my - UH! - *eyelids* apart because Snape came back! He yelled at Potter and told us to sit down and be still for the whole rest of the time! The end!
~*END FLASHBACK DRACO'S VERSION. The pig bums have now ho hummed.*~
Ron stared. "That's it?"
Draco gulped, averting his eyes, "Yes?"
"I don't believe you."
"So my memory is a bit fuzzy. That was *pretty* much what happened." He glared and Ron only sighed. Although he wouldn't tell Draco, he was just a teensy weensy bit disappointed with the whole story. Ah well, he's not the only one. (A/N: *everyone glares at Villain* Wha!? It's called modesty, people!! Yeesh. *looks shifty* And it's also called "What Happens When Muses Take Off a Day and Leave a Very Incompetent Author By Herself".)
"So I guess that's why Harry never described that detention, or who it was with."
"Exactly," replied Draco smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Potter just couldn't face the shame of freaking out and confessing that he lusted after me like the rest of the bloody school."
Ron only snorted, earning himself a rather dark look from the Slytherin. Draco reached across the table and tweaked Ron's nose and the Gryffindor caught the Slytherin's finger and dragged Draco up out of his seat. The blonde leaned enticingly over the table to meet Ron's eager lips. His fingers went up and entangled in the thick red hair while Ron wrapped his long arms around Draco's neck.
"We're resuming where we left off, then," murmured Draco against Ron's lips. He closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, drawing a delectable moan from the redhead. But as Draco started to climb up over the table, Hermione's voice floated down the stairs, sounding flustered, "Ron! You're not going to get any work done by snacking in the kitchen!" Ron drew back, grinning, "If only she knew I was snacking on *you*." Draco rolled his eyes and pouted. "Don't leave yet," he whined, jutting out his lower lip. Ron's eyes went to that lip and he latched onto it as Draco began to purr.
Then they heard Mrs. Weasly coming through the living room with Ginny. Ron and Draco threw themselves away from each other as if electrocuted, flying back and crashing over their chairs. They looked innocently at the two Weasly women and stood up. Draco promptly bowed and left the room, heading out to the backyard while Ron smiled apologetically and made his way back upstairs.
Two hours later, Mrs. Weasly informed everyone that it was time to go to bed. Draco, who stood leaning against the door to the kitchen, face impassive, flicked his eyes to Ron's anxious gaze. Harry caught it and narrowed his eyes, nudging Hermione who grunted and ignored him, trying not to lose her place among the tiny words of her book.
~*~
"Hey, Ginny!" The two girls embraced warmly, giggling and draping their arms loosely about one another's waists. Before they disappeared behind the door of Ginny's room, Harry and Ron heard Ginny squeal distinctly, "Oh, I *know*! He's so hot!" They rolled their eyes, muttering, "Girls."
Harry tucked himself into Ron's bed, politely settling in at the far right side. Ron took the left, his eyes on his friend's dark hair, willing it to turn to a ghostly white. But it didn't and Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's eyes. "Hey, you all right? You look a bit dazed."
"Just tired."
"Oh," said Harry, slightly putout. He had found out some awfully juicy facts about some Ravenclaws Hermione had seen together at the Leaky Cauldron, and was dying to tell Ron. But the redhead didn't seem in the gossiping mood tonight. Harry pursed his lips, Malfoy coming instantly to mind. The bloody prat. He was probably after Ron.
"Harry?"
He blinked out of his own little world and looked at Ron. "Yeah?"
"You look like you need to gossip," said Ron with a sleepy grin. Harry grinned, too, and flopped down on his stomach. Ron rolled over and leaned up on his elbows to listen. Harry promptly fired away everything he knew about their peers over the summer. Ron listened intently, struggling to keep his mind off a certain pair of stormy silver eyes.....
In the next room, those *very* enchanting eyes were narrowed irritably while Draco paced back and forth across the dark guest bedroom. He could hear occasional squeals from the girls' room and quiet murmuring from Harry and Ron.
While Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been in the living room, Draco had quietly snuck all his things over to the guest bedroom so that the duo wouldn't ask any questions. Though now he paced, cursing himself for putting everything in the *middle* room; right smack between the four other teens' quarters.
Glancing at his sterling silver wristwatch his father had bought for him fourth year, Draco saw that it was nine o'clock. Growling under his breath, he threw himself down on the coverlet and tried to read. But it felt strange not having a familiar red mop of hair right next him, letting him know when he could turn the page. Upon throwing the book down in disgust, Draco resumed pacing. Though it was good for him and he was burning calories, it didn't solve the problem of not having Ron there with him - near him. The empty spot in his stomach ached and grew into an annoying knot. Desperate for some kind of distraction, the platinum blonde took out his summer homework. Transfiguration, Potions, DADA, Magical Creatures. That ought to be enough to bore him out of his wits. Then maybe he would fall asleep and hope that he didn't end up dreaming about Ron.
The clock in the kitchen chimed at midnight and all the house was quiet. No explosions from the twins room, or the sound of Percy scratching away with his quill. No Bill or Charlie with their father downstairs discussing Ministry work. No Mrs. Weasly on a midnight baking run.
Draco lay unaware of all these sounds missing when the older siblings were gone. All he knew was that he had been waiting three hours for that chime. For the house's eminent silence. Smirking, he rose to stand in the middle of the circle of parchment and books, none of which he had touched since bringing them out. Cautiously, he stepped over the papers and went to the door, opening it. Almost enough to slip through....
SQUEAK!
He froze, holding his breath. But nothing moved. He squeezed past the door, looking both ways down the short hallway. Then, still holding his breath, he crept on silent tip toes to the door labeled RONALD'S ROOM. Pausing, he noted the words, realizing that he'd never noticed them before. Then he opened the door, careful of creaking, and slipped inside, leaving it behind him slightly ajar.
Before he even reached the bed where two slim figures were outlined by the moonlight, one of them sat up and looked fixedly at him. In the dark he couldn't make out his face, or the color of his hair. It stood up in a messy nest of wiry strands. The breath caught in Draco's chest. Potter....
"Draco?"
Ron.
Wordlessly, the lanky form disentangled himself from the blankets and shuffled over to Draco, drawing up his arms around the Slytherin's shoulders and hugging him tightly. "Merlin, it was so cold without you. I'm so glad you're here."
Draco said nothing, just buried his head in Ron's shoulder, gripping at Ron's naked chest and trying to get as close as possible to the other boy. "Sorry to disturb your sleep," he mumbled, closing his eyes and breathing in Ron's scent. He felt Ron's chin settled on the top of his head and the skin shift as the boy grinned, whispering back, "Yeah right. I've been awake forever."
"Me too."
They just held each other in the darkness until Ron suggested the roof. At this, Draco gave him a quizzical look. "The roof?"
"Yeah. Usually I like to keep it my secret place, but I feel like going up there with you right now."
Draco felt like he should feel pride at this, but only felt relief. To be alone with Ron in a sweet embrace. He sighed and followed the redhead out, keeping a firm grip on the other's hand.
"It's beautiful out tonight, isn't it Draco?" Ron looked up at the twinkling sky, shivering slightly from the cold night wind blowing over the Weasly house and skimming the tall knobby roof on which he and Draco sat side by side.
"Mmm." Ron turned to see Draco's eyes fixed on him. He blushed under the intensity of the gaze. Grinning, Draco leaned over and caught his lips, massaging Ron's mouth with his tongue. The Gryffindor moaned and arched his back, scooting as close as he could to the smaller boy, opening his mouth and welcoming the probing tongue inside. Their eyes slipped shut and Draco pulled Ron back, laying down with the taller youth over him.
"We best be careful," Ron warned him. "We're right above Ginny and Hermione's room. And I know for a fact that Ginny is a light sleeper."
"What are you suggesting, darling," cooed Draco, nipping the end of Ron's nose. He could see a blush settle beautifully over the tops of the high set cheekbones. Laughing quietly, he rolled them both over, holding the squirming figure beneath him. Ron chuckled coyly, craning his neck to kiss Draco's bent forehead.
"I'd love to see Potter's face if he climbed up here right now."
"Geez, Draco," hissed Ron, covering Draco's mouth with his hand. Smirking, Draco licked at that hand and Ron drew it back. "Don't say that! With our luck he'd pop right up and we'd have a lot of prying questions to answer."
"Fine," sighed Draco. "Which I suppose leaves the prying all to me." Ron flashed him a smile, then cocked his head. Draco drew back, "What is it?"
"I-" Just then, Harry's head crested the edge of the sky window from the attic which the two had used to come up on the roof. Frantically, Draco dove to the side, rolling. Ron squeaked as Draco disappeared over the edge of the roof. He started over, but Harry had heaved himself over through the window, yawning, "Watcha doing up here, Ron?" His gaze became suspicious and he looked all over the roof searchingly. "Hmm. I think you should come down now, Ron." His look told Ron enough suspicions that the redhead nodded. When Harry turned back to the window, Ron glanced over the side of the house. Draco was sitting with an adorable pout on his face on Ginny's window sill, legs sticking in through the open window to the girls' bedroom. He looked up at Ron, the frown disappearing from his face. He gave Ron a thumbs up, blowing him a kiss, and ducked in through the window. Ron groaned, leaning as far as he could over the roof's edge.
"Are you coming?" Harry demanded, watching impatiently as Ron's head snapped up and he crawled back to him and climbed down through the window. Having one last look about for any stray Malfoys, Harry followed his best friend down the ladder, through the attic (saying a kind hello to the attic ghoul) and back to their shared room.
Meanwhile, Draco found himself in quite a bind. For in choosing Ginny's room to land in, (which in reality was the only choice he had) Draco had inadvertently planted himself in an extremely tricky situation. Because according to what Ron had said, if he so as stepped wrong, Ginny and Hermione would be up and screaming hysterically like girls tend to do.
Damn it all, he thought grumpily, looking about. What he saw was a sea of magazines and crinkled paper. Glancing at one of these pieces of paper, by the light of the moon he saw scrawled upon the sheet: Dearest Beloved Guy Gusto. He rolled his eyes. That blaggard was the Teen Witch hottest wizard for that month. How sickening. Though he had to admit the boy had nice qualities. Though really, his were *so* much better.
But at the moment, the boys' looks comparison was the least problem he had to worry about (though Draco beat that blonde baby face out completely, no competition!). For we all know that if a person may step, or brush against a piece of crinkled paper, it makes a rather intrusive crackling noise, especially loud on such a quiet summer night when it is too warm for any night noisy animals. Swearing mentally, Draco picked his way carefully over the paper traps, sticking his tongue out as well as his arms for good balance. Then he thought of how he looked and had to pinwheel his arms to keep steady. Just the thought made him shake with silent laughter.
Hmm, laughing at himself. A trait procured from Ron no doubt. Smiling at the thought of *his* redheaded hunk, he miss stepped and tripped over one of Hermione's suitcases. Luckily, he regained his balance with little noise and dignity well intact. Except that when he stepped forward again, his foot met with the side of an ink bottle, which immediately rolled out from under his foot, sending him flying.
He landed with a painful thump on the ground. There was a muffled snort and then Ginny and Hermione were up and alert. Thinking fast, Draco rolled sideways under the bed, colliding with several dolls, lost undies, old socks, and a muggle board game having to do with a funky little wizard man in a jar. Dust swirled about him and settled all over his frame, coating his cheeks and hanging off his lashes like a ghastly second skin. He groaned inwardly. Just his luck. He happened to be allergic to dust, dammit.
"What was that?" hissed Ginny, clutching at the light switch. Hermione shook her head, trying to wake up. Light flooded the room a second later and both girls were sitting up on their knees, perched on Hermione's side of the bed, facing the door. Underneath the bed, Draco struggled not to sneeze.
"Maybe it's an owl," suggested Hermione, wide eyed. Her wand was in her hand and held up. Ginny looked up at the ceiling, wondering if the ghoul up in the attic was at it again. Whenever the house was peaceful (which meant that the twins were gone) the attic ghoul became unnerved and decided to make noise. Growling, she called up at the ceiling, "Will you be QUIET!"
"Don't yell at the ceiling," said Hermione. "It was definitely in here." They looked at each other and, agreeing silently with a small nod, dove to the ground and ripped aside the covers.
But nothing was under the bed except for the usual junk. They shrugged at each other, then Hermione noticed a small lace thing on the floor and pulled it out. She squealed and giggled madly, jumping to her feet and dancing about, howling with laughter. "Ginny, you didn't tell me you flossed!" Ginny's jaw dropped and she tackled Hermione, grabbing the frilly pink thong from the older girl's fingers. "It's under the bed for a reason, Hermione! I don't wear it anymore!"
"Yeah, right! Hee!"
While Ginny threw a bubbly Hermione on the bed and tried to pry the tiny piece of cloth from her fingers, Draco crawled out from where he had scrambled back under the bed when the girls had come back up, and practically slithered out the door. As he dashed to his own room and slipped in, he heard Ginny's loud threat; "That *has* been up my bum, you know!" Which was followed by a loud and piercing screech from Hermione.
"Bloody hell," grumbled Draco, shutting his door and padding over to his bed, collapsing upon it. Well, he was wide awake now. Which couldn't be helped since the hall was filled with wild squeals and shrieks. He covered his head with the pillow and thought nice thoughts of Ron in a yummy lace thong.
A/N: I really don't know what my problem is. But it seems that that odd little spaghetti panty somehow ALWAYS worms its way into my stories. *shrugs* Eh.
~*Villain*~
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Just a little note before we resume reading: // means that the conversation is happening outside the flashback. *_~
Chapter Eight: A Whole Goat Load 'o Problems, Aye!
"Gaa!" Ron leaped off of Draco as if electrocuted, flipping backwards off the bed squealing and hitting his head painfully on the floor. The Slytherin sat up on his elbows and smirked at the two frozen teens in the doorway. Then he picked himself up, dusted himself off with dignity, and calmly slipped past them out the door. But not before saying smoothly, "Potty, Granger. Always the ones for timing."
Harry's gaze followed the Slytherin down the hall and part way down the stairs. Then the calming emerald orbs flicked back to Ron, who was sprawled flat on the ground, rubbing his temples painfully. Rolling his eyes, Harry walked over, casually dumping his things on the bed, and helped his friend stand. Ron took his hand and allowed himself to be swung up. Hermione walked in and set her stuff next to Harry's, shaking her head. The frizz of her hair bobbed slightly with the movement and Ron smiled warmly as he backed away to get a good look at his two best friends. Hermione returned his smile a little oddly and his own smile was wiped from his face. Harry was frowning.
"Well," said Hermione sanguinely, "looks like I've won double time, Harry." She grinned and extended her hand, palm up. Ron's brow furrowed as Harry grumbled darkly, digging in his pockets. He extracted a couple of shining galleons and handed them to a very satisfied Hermione.
Ron narrowed his eyes, "What was that for?" Harry ignored the question and sat tiredly on the bed, running his fingers through his raven black hair. "We made a bet," bubbled Hermione happily. Sitting beside Harry, Ron turned to glare at his friend with annoyance, "What?"
"It looked a bit more than just being able to stand one another to me," growled Harry moodily. Ron blushed, and said defensively "You shouldn't jump to conclusions like that, you know." But Harry only scoffed, "And with Malfoy none the less! Don't you remember what he's done to you in the past?"
"Forgive and forget, Harry," said Hermione angelically. Ron gave her a grateful look, to which she winked back.
"No, this is Malfoy. The same nasty, bragging, arrogant git we've known for years! All he wants is to dominate you. He's like that."
Ron stood up angrily, "That isn't true! Don't be a prat, Harry. He's different. I've gotten to know him. If you would just give him a chance-"
"No," stated Harry coldly. "I refuse to even acknowledge him as a human being. Ron! Open your eyes. He probably only wants to get into your pants. He must be suffering withdrawals from his father screwing him at home. Or banging every boy at school!"
"That is not bloody true!" Ron roared, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Hermione jumped in between them and put her hands flat against their chests. "Stop it," she warned. "Come on! You guys never fight. Don't let Malfoy come between you like this. And Harry, you quit acting like a child. Maybe he *has* changed. It's known to happen, Harry. I trust Ron's judgment. And we don't know the whole story anyway. If Bill felt it wise to let Malfoy stay here, then that was a good decision and I say you should respect that. Not to mention that our best friend thinks him all right!" Her eyes bore into the both of them, blazing like the dickens. Harry looked down, ashamed. Ron sighed in frustration and look towards the door, biting back the urge to shove Hermione off and run after Draco.
She backed away and looked at the both of them with thinned lips, giving off an uncanny resemblance to Minerva McGonnagal. Her hands went reflexively to her hips and she said primly, "This isn't school any more. It's Summer and I plan of having fun, whether or not a Malfoy is near. Harry, just remember to have some compassion!" Then more quietly, "You of all people should understand what it is he's going through. The papers said his mother was killed right in front of him. Sirius must've told you more."
Harry's eyes misted over oddly and he shut them tightly. Then, opening them again, he said bleakly, "If he even breathes wrong-"
Hermione nodded, cutting him off, "Good. Now then Ron, have you worked on any of your homework yet? Harry, I know *you* haven't. We best get an early start!" She became very chipper all of a sudden and flounced over to her bags, dragging out mounds of papers and books. Harry groaned and slid to the floor, glumly accepting a book stuffed with parchment from Hermione. Ron did likewise, secretly jumping with joy that his friends hadn't entirely freaked out over the whole incident. But that joy was cut short as he was handed a Potions book. "Essay. Now," commanded Hermione sternly. Grumbling, he opened the book and began to read.
~*~
When Hermione took Harry and begun lecturing him on proper penmanship skills, Ron had taken the opportunity to go after Draco. Knowing his friends wouldn't notice for a while yet, (by the heated argument ensuing) but being cautious all the same, he said before going out the door; "Bathroom!" As he expected, they completely ignored him, which was quite fine.
Draco was down in the kitchen sipping a cup of cocoa with marshmallows (four of them) while reading the paper. Ron slipped into the seat across from the boy and watched him read. Draco's eyes flashed over the pages, skimming the words at a blinding speed. Every few seconds he would lift up the mug and take a sip of chocolate, then resume reading the tiny text. His fringe hung low over his eyes and his mouth was completely still. Ron thought of clearing his throat, but dismissed it. Somehow he knew very well that Draco was aware of his presence.
"There's more chocolate in the pot if you want to help yourself."
"No thanks. What are you reading?"
"Actually, it seems I've been reading over the same damn paragraph for the past half hour. Something about a speech Fudge made on the old practice of tarring and feathering." Now the gray eyes flicked up to meet Ron's gaze. They were like tiny ice crystals and Ron couldn't help but roll his eyes at the boy across the table from him. Draco caught it and took another sip from his cup bemusedly. "What is it, Weasly?"
"My name is *Ron*, Draco," he said tightly, glaring. Draco just shrugged, sipping he chocolate with aggravating nonchalance. And Ron felt like leaning across the table and slapping that face that he had become so infatuated with since sharing their mutual kiss, right after Draco had confessed to Ron about his past. Now the redhead took that into account and resisted causing physical harm to the shorter boy, even though it would probably do him good to get a reality punch in his flawless jaw. Sighing, he extended his arm and plucked the paper from Draco's hands, folding it and setting it neatly in his lap. Then meeting Draco's dry expression, he said rather irritably; "Why don't you be the more mature one and just talk to them like nothing ever happened before?"
Draco smirked with a knowing glint in his eye. This always made Ron feel belittled and he harumphed crabbily, crossing his arms over his chest. "It isn't me," shrugged Draco levelly, "It's him."
"Aaurgh!" Ron threw up his hands, dumping the paper to the floor. But Draco only chuckled, "Won't they be missing you up there?"
To this, Ron only replied stubbornly, "I'm not leaving until I know why exactly it's him and not you. So talk, Malfoy or I'll just have to drag it right out of you."
"My name is *Draco*, Ron," he retorted mockingly. Then he shook his head when Ron glared and continued, "I'm not sure if Potty will appreciate me telling you this, Ron. It'll probably do more harm than good in the long run."
Instantly wary, Ron narrowed his eyes. "What?"
Mischievous glee was flitting around Draco's expression and Ron knew that this was something that would either make him angry, or - well, angry was probably the most likely outcome. The Slytherin spoke airily, his eyes never leaving Ron's face. "About the time Potter and myself had a bit of a snogging session, end of this year in detention."
Ron was speechless, gawking. He made odd sounds in the back of his throat. Draco grinned, "Shall I just stop before I even start? I can see this is upsetting you."
"That is not true. You guys hate each other!"
Arching an eyebrow, Draco replied coyly, "Well, I think we have established that "hate" doesn't quite matter." He moved his foot up Ron's leg under the table and the redhead squeaked. "Spot that," he commanded the Slytherin, trying not to laugh. "But really, you and Harry?" He snorted.
"Well, you see, we had a very late night detention with Snape in the dungeons. Alone."
Ron's eyes widened, "Tell me more then."
Draco yawned, "Well all right, if you want to hear all the gory details."
The Gryffindor grinned hungrily, scooting closer to the table and peering deep into Draco's amused eyes, "I want ALL the gory details."
"Why, are you salivating, Ron dear?"
"Whatever you say, just continue."
"Odd, that's just what Potter said while under my spell," said Draco flirtatiously. "Anyway, Snape was called away for some reason, most likely having to do something with the Fight....."
~*FLASHBACK DRACO'S VERSION. Ho hum, pig's bum!!*~
"Professor McGonnagal."
"Snape."
"What is it you came for? Is something the matter?"
"Dumbledore needs to speak with you right away." Her eyes turned to Potter and I, who still sat like wrongly convicted criminals (except for of course Potter, the git) in front of Snape's desk. Instantly I knew that something must've happened with Voldemort. My eyes locked with Snape's. I wondered if Dumbledore would need me for anything. You see, I was the key informational spy for the side of Light. So Snape gave me a miniscule shake of his head and I returned my gaze back to the blank stone wall. I sat beside Potter in a stiff backed chair. We had been partners for the potion that day and had gotten in a fight over the right rotation of the cauldron.
//"I was right in the end as always, but Potter just had to get all sore about it," said Draco matter-of-factly. Ron rolled his eyes. "Mmm hmm."//
"You two sit right there and don't move until I return," Snape said. I nodded and Potter just huffed like a little boy and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting like the prat he is.
//"Gee, Draco, you must've been studying him closely to notice all that," pointed out Ron slyly. Draco sent him a scathing glare and continued.//
Snape was gone not five minutes before Potter started to fidget and squirm in his seat. I swear, he's like one of those odd little monkeys with the blue bums who can't sit still for the life of them. Finally getting rather fed up, I told him to sit the hell still. He did, after flipping me off like a hothead. Really, he can be such an immature little wanker at times. I kicked his chair so that it flew out from under him and he ended up on his back: Only to jump up two seconds later spitting and cursing like a stray street cat. Being the more mature and reasonable of the both of us, I calmly rose to my feet and punched him in the face.
"What the hell," he screeched shrilly. I merely smirked. Then the next instant he had me by the collar and pinned roughly up against the wall. Really quite the domineering little turnip, digging his hips into mine, breathing into my face-
//Ron sat up more erect in his chair, leaning forward and hanging off every word. Draco couldn't help but grin with superiority. Ron looked so cute when he was fascinated with something. Especially something as wicked as Harry Potter glomping Draco Malfoy.//
-though I must say that boy should discover breath mints or he's never going to get any. But he had me bent back over a gargoyle head set in the wall and it was rather painful.
//At this, Ron grinned, encouraging Draco to elaborate all the more.//
So, you know, I started to squirm a bit. Which I must say I HATE to do. But he didn't want me moving much, because he shook me a bit and moved closer so that we were pressed up against each other completely. Kind of freakish, no? Anyway, I'm not just going to let him do this to me, I have shame after all.
But what could I do? Obviously Potter was on a major testosterone kick and celebrating because for once he had caught Draco Malfoy. The Great Draco Malfoy. The Indestructible Draco Malfoy. The Gorgeous Draco Malfoy. Shall I say? - The Grand High Exalted SEX GOD Draco Malfoy!
//Ron looked at him blankly. "Harumph," Draco pouted. "Fine then, don't hear all of my totally well deserved and rightfully given titles."//
His face was mere centimeters away from mine, our lips shaking, mine with anger, his probably with lust - which is only to be suspected. The gargoyle was really digging into my back then and I couldn't help myself. I groaned and arched over, easing off the pressure. Long and loud I groaned. Foolish of me, I know, what with a wild and untamed Potter holding me up against the wall.
//"My God. You have got to be kidding me." All Ron received with these words was a very nasty look. He ducked his head and motioned for the blonde to continue at will.//
Well, the dunderhead took it the wrong way, obviously or I wouldn't be telling you this. For a second he just sat there motionless, staring at me like a deer in the headlights. Then he did it, the prat. He withdrew as if unsure, and then slammed me harder against the wall, giving me a disgusting, repulsive, unsavory, sick, twisted, nauseating, wet, sticky, heated, deep, hot - er - nasty arse kiss!!
//Ron grinned, "Now this was what I was waiting for!"//
He hands grasped at every piece of skin he could get to, which included the glorious skin hiding under my robes at the time. I admit, I began to struggle a bit, but only because he was suffocating me like crazy! Tongues all over the place and that! It was down my throat, I swear. He has a very long tongue. Then he started undoing my robes - I couldn't exactly stop him, could I? And then he pushed me to the ground slowly, pinning my arms to my sides and breathing into my face heavily.
//Ron's eyes bugged out of his head and he held back a squeal so as not to disrupt Draco, who had began to talk more smoothly, not even seeing Ron as he remembered.//
I could feel every bump in the stones on the floor digging into my back. Potter's fingers were viciously entwined in my hair, ripping my head back. I remember moaning and then spreading my - UH! - *eyelids* apart because Snape came back! He yelled at Potter and told us to sit down and be still for the whole rest of the time! The end!
~*END FLASHBACK DRACO'S VERSION. The pig bums have now ho hummed.*~
Ron stared. "That's it?"
Draco gulped, averting his eyes, "Yes?"
"I don't believe you."
"So my memory is a bit fuzzy. That was *pretty* much what happened." He glared and Ron only sighed. Although he wouldn't tell Draco, he was just a teensy weensy bit disappointed with the whole story. Ah well, he's not the only one. (A/N: *everyone glares at Villain* Wha!? It's called modesty, people!! Yeesh. *looks shifty* And it's also called "What Happens When Muses Take Off a Day and Leave a Very Incompetent Author By Herself".)
"So I guess that's why Harry never described that detention, or who it was with."
"Exactly," replied Draco smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Potter just couldn't face the shame of freaking out and confessing that he lusted after me like the rest of the bloody school."
Ron only snorted, earning himself a rather dark look from the Slytherin. Draco reached across the table and tweaked Ron's nose and the Gryffindor caught the Slytherin's finger and dragged Draco up out of his seat. The blonde leaned enticingly over the table to meet Ron's eager lips. His fingers went up and entangled in the thick red hair while Ron wrapped his long arms around Draco's neck.
"We're resuming where we left off, then," murmured Draco against Ron's lips. He closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, drawing a delectable moan from the redhead. But as Draco started to climb up over the table, Hermione's voice floated down the stairs, sounding flustered, "Ron! You're not going to get any work done by snacking in the kitchen!" Ron drew back, grinning, "If only she knew I was snacking on *you*." Draco rolled his eyes and pouted. "Don't leave yet," he whined, jutting out his lower lip. Ron's eyes went to that lip and he latched onto it as Draco began to purr.
Then they heard Mrs. Weasly coming through the living room with Ginny. Ron and Draco threw themselves away from each other as if electrocuted, flying back and crashing over their chairs. They looked innocently at the two Weasly women and stood up. Draco promptly bowed and left the room, heading out to the backyard while Ron smiled apologetically and made his way back upstairs.
Two hours later, Mrs. Weasly informed everyone that it was time to go to bed. Draco, who stood leaning against the door to the kitchen, face impassive, flicked his eyes to Ron's anxious gaze. Harry caught it and narrowed his eyes, nudging Hermione who grunted and ignored him, trying not to lose her place among the tiny words of her book.
~*~
"Hey, Ginny!" The two girls embraced warmly, giggling and draping their arms loosely about one another's waists. Before they disappeared behind the door of Ginny's room, Harry and Ron heard Ginny squeal distinctly, "Oh, I *know*! He's so hot!" They rolled their eyes, muttering, "Girls."
Harry tucked himself into Ron's bed, politely settling in at the far right side. Ron took the left, his eyes on his friend's dark hair, willing it to turn to a ghostly white. But it didn't and Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's eyes. "Hey, you all right? You look a bit dazed."
"Just tired."
"Oh," said Harry, slightly putout. He had found out some awfully juicy facts about some Ravenclaws Hermione had seen together at the Leaky Cauldron, and was dying to tell Ron. But the redhead didn't seem in the gossiping mood tonight. Harry pursed his lips, Malfoy coming instantly to mind. The bloody prat. He was probably after Ron.
"Harry?"
He blinked out of his own little world and looked at Ron. "Yeah?"
"You look like you need to gossip," said Ron with a sleepy grin. Harry grinned, too, and flopped down on his stomach. Ron rolled over and leaned up on his elbows to listen. Harry promptly fired away everything he knew about their peers over the summer. Ron listened intently, struggling to keep his mind off a certain pair of stormy silver eyes.....
In the next room, those *very* enchanting eyes were narrowed irritably while Draco paced back and forth across the dark guest bedroom. He could hear occasional squeals from the girls' room and quiet murmuring from Harry and Ron.
While Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been in the living room, Draco had quietly snuck all his things over to the guest bedroom so that the duo wouldn't ask any questions. Though now he paced, cursing himself for putting everything in the *middle* room; right smack between the four other teens' quarters.
Glancing at his sterling silver wristwatch his father had bought for him fourth year, Draco saw that it was nine o'clock. Growling under his breath, he threw himself down on the coverlet and tried to read. But it felt strange not having a familiar red mop of hair right next him, letting him know when he could turn the page. Upon throwing the book down in disgust, Draco resumed pacing. Though it was good for him and he was burning calories, it didn't solve the problem of not having Ron there with him - near him. The empty spot in his stomach ached and grew into an annoying knot. Desperate for some kind of distraction, the platinum blonde took out his summer homework. Transfiguration, Potions, DADA, Magical Creatures. That ought to be enough to bore him out of his wits. Then maybe he would fall asleep and hope that he didn't end up dreaming about Ron.
The clock in the kitchen chimed at midnight and all the house was quiet. No explosions from the twins room, or the sound of Percy scratching away with his quill. No Bill or Charlie with their father downstairs discussing Ministry work. No Mrs. Weasly on a midnight baking run.
Draco lay unaware of all these sounds missing when the older siblings were gone. All he knew was that he had been waiting three hours for that chime. For the house's eminent silence. Smirking, he rose to stand in the middle of the circle of parchment and books, none of which he had touched since bringing them out. Cautiously, he stepped over the papers and went to the door, opening it. Almost enough to slip through....
SQUEAK!
He froze, holding his breath. But nothing moved. He squeezed past the door, looking both ways down the short hallway. Then, still holding his breath, he crept on silent tip toes to the door labeled RONALD'S ROOM. Pausing, he noted the words, realizing that he'd never noticed them before. Then he opened the door, careful of creaking, and slipped inside, leaving it behind him slightly ajar.
Before he even reached the bed where two slim figures were outlined by the moonlight, one of them sat up and looked fixedly at him. In the dark he couldn't make out his face, or the color of his hair. It stood up in a messy nest of wiry strands. The breath caught in Draco's chest. Potter....
"Draco?"
Ron.
Wordlessly, the lanky form disentangled himself from the blankets and shuffled over to Draco, drawing up his arms around the Slytherin's shoulders and hugging him tightly. "Merlin, it was so cold without you. I'm so glad you're here."
Draco said nothing, just buried his head in Ron's shoulder, gripping at Ron's naked chest and trying to get as close as possible to the other boy. "Sorry to disturb your sleep," he mumbled, closing his eyes and breathing in Ron's scent. He felt Ron's chin settled on the top of his head and the skin shift as the boy grinned, whispering back, "Yeah right. I've been awake forever."
"Me too."
They just held each other in the darkness until Ron suggested the roof. At this, Draco gave him a quizzical look. "The roof?"
"Yeah. Usually I like to keep it my secret place, but I feel like going up there with you right now."
Draco felt like he should feel pride at this, but only felt relief. To be alone with Ron in a sweet embrace. He sighed and followed the redhead out, keeping a firm grip on the other's hand.
"It's beautiful out tonight, isn't it Draco?" Ron looked up at the twinkling sky, shivering slightly from the cold night wind blowing over the Weasly house and skimming the tall knobby roof on which he and Draco sat side by side.
"Mmm." Ron turned to see Draco's eyes fixed on him. He blushed under the intensity of the gaze. Grinning, Draco leaned over and caught his lips, massaging Ron's mouth with his tongue. The Gryffindor moaned and arched his back, scooting as close as he could to the smaller boy, opening his mouth and welcoming the probing tongue inside. Their eyes slipped shut and Draco pulled Ron back, laying down with the taller youth over him.
"We best be careful," Ron warned him. "We're right above Ginny and Hermione's room. And I know for a fact that Ginny is a light sleeper."
"What are you suggesting, darling," cooed Draco, nipping the end of Ron's nose. He could see a blush settle beautifully over the tops of the high set cheekbones. Laughing quietly, he rolled them both over, holding the squirming figure beneath him. Ron chuckled coyly, craning his neck to kiss Draco's bent forehead.
"I'd love to see Potter's face if he climbed up here right now."
"Geez, Draco," hissed Ron, covering Draco's mouth with his hand. Smirking, Draco licked at that hand and Ron drew it back. "Don't say that! With our luck he'd pop right up and we'd have a lot of prying questions to answer."
"Fine," sighed Draco. "Which I suppose leaves the prying all to me." Ron flashed him a smile, then cocked his head. Draco drew back, "What is it?"
"I-" Just then, Harry's head crested the edge of the sky window from the attic which the two had used to come up on the roof. Frantically, Draco dove to the side, rolling. Ron squeaked as Draco disappeared over the edge of the roof. He started over, but Harry had heaved himself over through the window, yawning, "Watcha doing up here, Ron?" His gaze became suspicious and he looked all over the roof searchingly. "Hmm. I think you should come down now, Ron." His look told Ron enough suspicions that the redhead nodded. When Harry turned back to the window, Ron glanced over the side of the house. Draco was sitting with an adorable pout on his face on Ginny's window sill, legs sticking in through the open window to the girls' bedroom. He looked up at Ron, the frown disappearing from his face. He gave Ron a thumbs up, blowing him a kiss, and ducked in through the window. Ron groaned, leaning as far as he could over the roof's edge.
"Are you coming?" Harry demanded, watching impatiently as Ron's head snapped up and he crawled back to him and climbed down through the window. Having one last look about for any stray Malfoys, Harry followed his best friend down the ladder, through the attic (saying a kind hello to the attic ghoul) and back to their shared room.
Meanwhile, Draco found himself in quite a bind. For in choosing Ginny's room to land in, (which in reality was the only choice he had) Draco had inadvertently planted himself in an extremely tricky situation. Because according to what Ron had said, if he so as stepped wrong, Ginny and Hermione would be up and screaming hysterically like girls tend to do.
Damn it all, he thought grumpily, looking about. What he saw was a sea of magazines and crinkled paper. Glancing at one of these pieces of paper, by the light of the moon he saw scrawled upon the sheet: Dearest Beloved Guy Gusto. He rolled his eyes. That blaggard was the Teen Witch hottest wizard for that month. How sickening. Though he had to admit the boy had nice qualities. Though really, his were *so* much better.
But at the moment, the boys' looks comparison was the least problem he had to worry about (though Draco beat that blonde baby face out completely, no competition!). For we all know that if a person may step, or brush against a piece of crinkled paper, it makes a rather intrusive crackling noise, especially loud on such a quiet summer night when it is too warm for any night noisy animals. Swearing mentally, Draco picked his way carefully over the paper traps, sticking his tongue out as well as his arms for good balance. Then he thought of how he looked and had to pinwheel his arms to keep steady. Just the thought made him shake with silent laughter.
Hmm, laughing at himself. A trait procured from Ron no doubt. Smiling at the thought of *his* redheaded hunk, he miss stepped and tripped over one of Hermione's suitcases. Luckily, he regained his balance with little noise and dignity well intact. Except that when he stepped forward again, his foot met with the side of an ink bottle, which immediately rolled out from under his foot, sending him flying.
He landed with a painful thump on the ground. There was a muffled snort and then Ginny and Hermione were up and alert. Thinking fast, Draco rolled sideways under the bed, colliding with several dolls, lost undies, old socks, and a muggle board game having to do with a funky little wizard man in a jar. Dust swirled about him and settled all over his frame, coating his cheeks and hanging off his lashes like a ghastly second skin. He groaned inwardly. Just his luck. He happened to be allergic to dust, dammit.
"What was that?" hissed Ginny, clutching at the light switch. Hermione shook her head, trying to wake up. Light flooded the room a second later and both girls were sitting up on their knees, perched on Hermione's side of the bed, facing the door. Underneath the bed, Draco struggled not to sneeze.
"Maybe it's an owl," suggested Hermione, wide eyed. Her wand was in her hand and held up. Ginny looked up at the ceiling, wondering if the ghoul up in the attic was at it again. Whenever the house was peaceful (which meant that the twins were gone) the attic ghoul became unnerved and decided to make noise. Growling, she called up at the ceiling, "Will you be QUIET!"
"Don't yell at the ceiling," said Hermione. "It was definitely in here." They looked at each other and, agreeing silently with a small nod, dove to the ground and ripped aside the covers.
But nothing was under the bed except for the usual junk. They shrugged at each other, then Hermione noticed a small lace thing on the floor and pulled it out. She squealed and giggled madly, jumping to her feet and dancing about, howling with laughter. "Ginny, you didn't tell me you flossed!" Ginny's jaw dropped and she tackled Hermione, grabbing the frilly pink thong from the older girl's fingers. "It's under the bed for a reason, Hermione! I don't wear it anymore!"
"Yeah, right! Hee!"
While Ginny threw a bubbly Hermione on the bed and tried to pry the tiny piece of cloth from her fingers, Draco crawled out from where he had scrambled back under the bed when the girls had come back up, and practically slithered out the door. As he dashed to his own room and slipped in, he heard Ginny's loud threat; "That *has* been up my bum, you know!" Which was followed by a loud and piercing screech from Hermione.
"Bloody hell," grumbled Draco, shutting his door and padding over to his bed, collapsing upon it. Well, he was wide awake now. Which couldn't be helped since the hall was filled with wild squeals and shrieks. He covered his head with the pillow and thought nice thoughts of Ron in a yummy lace thong.
A/N: I really don't know what my problem is. But it seems that that odd little spaghetti panty somehow ALWAYS worms its way into my stories. *shrugs* Eh.
~*Villain*~