a/n: OK even though none of you little darlins out there have reviewed yet,
I'm gonna post the next chapter. maybe now you will give me some doggone
feedback. I also forgot to mention that this takes place in their 7th and
final year at Hogwarts and there is no plot yet. Which is really weird
because I have 8 chapters so far. this doesn't really have any action in it
yet but it does have a lot of talking, thinking,
and my pathetic excuse to try and start a plot going. that didn't turn out
to well though and I may rewrite this chapter sans that part unless I get
some feedback on how I can improve upon it.
Title: A Fire Within Rating: R Pairing: RW/DM; HP/HG Spoiler: Harry Potter 1-4 Warning: This story is slash (which means there is m/m sichy-ations in case you didn't know). All kiddies, homophobes, close-minded people beware. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these brilliant characters belong to me. Neither does their world. Luckily, the freedom of speech has empowered me to take control of their actions and use them for my own devices, but I'm not getting paid to do so.
Additional Warning: This chapter may or may not contain slash (I really haven't decided yet) but the story as a whole will. Please if this upsets you in anyway, don't flame me about how wrong it is, just do us all a favor and find something else to read.
Chapter 1: Breakfast Unparticular
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Ron came down to breakfast the next morning only to meet a rather unpleasant surprise.
"Hello everybody... wait! What the hell are you doing here?"
"I thought you'd never ask," replied Malfoy, "My mother and father are both on holiday in New York, and since I absolutely despise crowds, I thought I would stay here and work on my already impressive skills of pissing you off during the Christmas holiday. Why? Glad to see me?"
"Like hell I am." But for some strange reason, Ron knew that that wasn't entirely true. He normally hated Malfoy, but this morning he wasn't feeling quite like himself and he didn't really mind the sudden appearance of his enemy at the breakfast table. He sat down between Harry and Ginny, who, along with Hermione, were fighting over the boysenberry syrup.
"God, you guys, calm down. It's only syrup, there's enough for everyone." said Ron. 'Oh My God,' he thought, 'I'm starting to sound like Mum.'
As if on cue, Ginny said, "You're starting to sound just like Mum. Are you not feeling well?"
"Ya, Ron, what's a`matter?" said Harry as he was gulping down pancakes. "You've been so quiet for the past couple of days."
"Chew your food. You're acting like an animal. You know I don't like that." said Hermione, half-playfully punching his arm as she did.
"That's not what you said last night, in bed."
"There was no last night!" she argued, but despite her best efforts, a mad blush crept across her face.
"Seriously though, Ron, something bugging you?"
"I'm fine. I think I've caught a chill or something, that's all." Hermione wasn't so sure she believed him, though she was too busy telling Harry off to ask Ron about it.
Ron reached for the orange juice just as Draco did. Their hands touched and their eyes met. They both withdrew very quickly. Ron thought that for a fleeting moment, he had witnessed Draco Malfoy blush. 'Nah, couldn't be.' He shook his head as he dismissed the thought. Then he announced that he wasn't feeling well a got up from the table. As he made his way slowly out of the Great Hall, he decided against going back to the Gryffindor common room. Instead he walked outside and proceeded towards the lake. He looked around to make sure he was alone. Then he thought to himself aloud.
"Why is he here anyways? Does he actually think I believe that asinine story he told me? And what was with those weird looks he kept giving me? It is strange that Draco didn't make fun of me at all this morning. Oh god! Did I just call him Draco? I must really be sick. I'd better go lie down."
He started walking back towards the castle as Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout came bustling out. He couldn't quite tell why but they looked upset and decided to stay out of their way so he ducked behind a nearby bush. As they passed by, he heard Prof. Sprout mutter something that sounded like, "If the Ministry should find out..." He brushed it off as nothing seeing as he really didn't need anything else to worry about at the present time. He retreated to his dormitory and took a long nap. When he awoke, he remembered nearly nothing about that morning except for the fact that he went for a walk near the lake after a very brief breakfast. ________________________________________________________________________
Okay that was chapter one. please be good little readers and review. If you don't I won't know what you think of it and I will be forced to discontinue the story. flames are welcome as long as the don't just say "slash sux" or something of the like. the least you can do is flame me creatively.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga of Wurm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Title: A Fire Within Rating: R Pairing: RW/DM; HP/HG Spoiler: Harry Potter 1-4 Warning: This story is slash (which means there is m/m sichy-ations in case you didn't know). All kiddies, homophobes, close-minded people beware. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these brilliant characters belong to me. Neither does their world. Luckily, the freedom of speech has empowered me to take control of their actions and use them for my own devices, but I'm not getting paid to do so.
Additional Warning: This chapter may or may not contain slash (I really haven't decided yet) but the story as a whole will. Please if this upsets you in anyway, don't flame me about how wrong it is, just do us all a favor and find something else to read.
Chapter 1: Breakfast Unparticular
________________________________________________________________________
Ron came down to breakfast the next morning only to meet a rather unpleasant surprise.
"Hello everybody... wait! What the hell are you doing here?"
"I thought you'd never ask," replied Malfoy, "My mother and father are both on holiday in New York, and since I absolutely despise crowds, I thought I would stay here and work on my already impressive skills of pissing you off during the Christmas holiday. Why? Glad to see me?"
"Like hell I am." But for some strange reason, Ron knew that that wasn't entirely true. He normally hated Malfoy, but this morning he wasn't feeling quite like himself and he didn't really mind the sudden appearance of his enemy at the breakfast table. He sat down between Harry and Ginny, who, along with Hermione, were fighting over the boysenberry syrup.
"God, you guys, calm down. It's only syrup, there's enough for everyone." said Ron. 'Oh My God,' he thought, 'I'm starting to sound like Mum.'
As if on cue, Ginny said, "You're starting to sound just like Mum. Are you not feeling well?"
"Ya, Ron, what's a`matter?" said Harry as he was gulping down pancakes. "You've been so quiet for the past couple of days."
"Chew your food. You're acting like an animal. You know I don't like that." said Hermione, half-playfully punching his arm as she did.
"That's not what you said last night, in bed."
"There was no last night!" she argued, but despite her best efforts, a mad blush crept across her face.
"Seriously though, Ron, something bugging you?"
"I'm fine. I think I've caught a chill or something, that's all." Hermione wasn't so sure she believed him, though she was too busy telling Harry off to ask Ron about it.
Ron reached for the orange juice just as Draco did. Their hands touched and their eyes met. They both withdrew very quickly. Ron thought that for a fleeting moment, he had witnessed Draco Malfoy blush. 'Nah, couldn't be.' He shook his head as he dismissed the thought. Then he announced that he wasn't feeling well a got up from the table. As he made his way slowly out of the Great Hall, he decided against going back to the Gryffindor common room. Instead he walked outside and proceeded towards the lake. He looked around to make sure he was alone. Then he thought to himself aloud.
"Why is he here anyways? Does he actually think I believe that asinine story he told me? And what was with those weird looks he kept giving me? It is strange that Draco didn't make fun of me at all this morning. Oh god! Did I just call him Draco? I must really be sick. I'd better go lie down."
He started walking back towards the castle as Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout came bustling out. He couldn't quite tell why but they looked upset and decided to stay out of their way so he ducked behind a nearby bush. As they passed by, he heard Prof. Sprout mutter something that sounded like, "If the Ministry should find out..." He brushed it off as nothing seeing as he really didn't need anything else to worry about at the present time. He retreated to his dormitory and took a long nap. When he awoke, he remembered nearly nothing about that morning except for the fact that he went for a walk near the lake after a very brief breakfast. ________________________________________________________________________
Okay that was chapter one. please be good little readers and review. If you don't I won't know what you think of it and I will be forced to discontinue the story. flames are welcome as long as the don't just say "slash sux" or something of the like. the least you can do is flame me creatively.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga of Wurm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~