a/n: Hey, did you miss me??? Lol it's ok if you didn't. one thing I'm not
going to do though, right now is to apologize about not posting in a while
(which I am by the way) for two reasons. 1) I got side-tracked and started
another story, 2) I've been asked to my chapters longer than my author's
notes. As always thanks at the end to all my loyal reviewers.
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 sitchy- 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.
And here is Chapter 8: Unregistered Actions ________________________________________________________________________
::BEEP BEEP BEEP::
Ron awoke to the sound of an alarm clock. He shut it off and got out of bed.
"Sorry to wake you, Har."
Then he realized that the noise did not wake his friend because Harry wasn't in his bed. HE wasn't even in the dormitory. Ron shrugged it off and got out his clothes. He pulled on a white shirt and some khakis over his boxers. Then he grabbed his robe and went down the stairs to the common room. Pushing open the portrait, he stepped out into the hallway. He walked quickly, half because he didn't want to get caught, half because he couldn't wait any longer. Down a flight of stairs, turning a corner, past the Great Hall. He was almost there. He was now in the all too familiar stone passageway. Malfoy was leaning against a gargoyle statue, a mischievous grin played about his face.
"Back so soon? Well at least you're sensible. I've got to give you credit for that."
Something that Malfoy was holding behind his back caught Ron's eye.
"Uh. Malfoy.what's that you're holding?" "Oh these? Just a pair of handcuffs. Why, afraid I might be too rough on you?" "I suddenly remembered why I hate you."
Malfoy just laughed. There was more cruelty than mirth in it. But it was a laugh nonetheless.
"Come on then, Filch is liable to catch us if we stay out here any longer. We have to get down to business."
There was something about the way he said business that made Ron shiver. What does he mean by that? We don't have any "business." As Ron tried to figure this out, Draco whispered a password and the gargoyle slowly swung open. He begun to go into the Slytherin common room, but Ron hesitated.
"Don't just stand there. I won't bite. hard."
The two entered the dark, dank room. Ron remembered it from his second year when he and Harry had taken the Polyjuice Potion and snuck in. Not much had changed since then except for the furniture. Seeing it again reminded him of Harry. How he missed Harry. How he longed to tell him. Just to break down and confess everything.
*~*~*
Lucius and Narcissa were sitting in a deserted house in a small town in upstate New York. One of their house-elves, Skittery, was carrying a newspaper over to Lucius and then retreated to the back room with some other house-elves.
"That stupid elf went and got himself in the paper." "And.?" replied Narcissa. "The MUGGLE Paper!" screamed Lucius. "If you can't keep them under control when I'm at my meetings then I shall find someone else who can!"
Off in the back room, the house elves were having an argument of their own
"Hey, hey, guys! Bobo is in the paper!" Skittery rushed into the room, yelling enthusiastically.
Other elves replies with various remarks. "Way to go, Bobo! Good job. Congratulations, Bobo!" But one elf didn't share the enthusiasm of the others.
"SO what?" interjected Boots. "Whaddya mean, so what?" replied Bobo. "Yeah, Boots, you've been in a bad mood all day," added Skittery. "I'm not in a bad mood," said Boots. "So you're in the papes, what's that get you?" "Hey, Glum and Dumb." interrupted Mush. "What'sa matter witchu? You're in da papes, you're famous. You're famous, you can get anything you want. And that's what's so great about New York."
The rest of the elves grew quiet and a look of confusion came over their faces. Finally, Skittery spoke up.
"What in hell is that supposed to mean, Mush?" "I dunno, it just sounded right." "Why were you in the paper, Bobo?" "Well, it all started when Master left for his last meeting."
"It all started when you left for that meeting yesterday, Dear. I went out to the local potions shop to pick up some supplies for tomorrow."
Narcissa was recalling the same story in the other room.
"I brought one of the elves with me to carry everything. On the way back, the wretched creature kept lagging behind. I don't understand why it was so slow, it was only carrying eight bags. At any rate, the elf got away from my and attracted the attention of some Muggle photographers. But I wouldn't worry too much about it, Dear. No Muggles actually believe what's written in the Enquirer." "Well, they should. It's the only Muggle newspaper with any truth in it."
*~*~*
Ron stared inquisitively at Draco as he was led through the unpalatable common room. Ron wandered if what Draco had planned was going to happen right there in the common room, but Draco seemed to know what he was doing, so he remained silent.
"Stay here." instructed Draco.
And with that he went up the stairs leading to the dormitories. When he returned, he had a set of keys to the handcuffs. Also, in his right hand he was carrying.
"Harry's invisibility cloak?!" yelled Ron. "You stole his cloak!" "No, it's mine." "I know it looks just like Harry's, because it is just like Harry's, but don't you think that in some crazy scheme to turn a profit, that the invisibility cloak company actually made more than one?"
Ron was silent. He wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. But then again, the thought that somebody else at Hogwarts might have an invisibility cloak had never crossed his mind before. Perhaps it was Draco's cloak. He was certainly rich enough to own one. Ron's mind drifted over to the handcuffs.
"Um, Draco, I'm not sure if I was right in coming here tonight."
Draco just looked at Ron with a sarcastic smirk. He slowly went over to him and ran his long, delicate fingers through his red hair. Then he kissed him deeply. Draco looked into Ron's eyes and saw his soul. This is too simple, he thought as he led the red-head through a secret passageway in the wall beside him. Draco quickly made his way blindly through the hallways. Ron followed cautiously behind him. They walked in complete silence, enveloped in darkness. When they came to the end of the tunnel, Draco instructed Ron to put on the invisibility cloak and began to open the door.
"Wait, Draco. What about you? Won't you get caught?" "Don't worry about that. I know what I'm doing. Just try to keep up."
And with that the slender Slytherin climbed through the opening in the wall. Ron went and joined him on the other side, but Draco was nowhere to be found.
"Shit," Ron said a bit too loudly. He ditched me. And I bet this isn't even a real invisibility cloak. He probably left me here to get caught by Filch. Ron heard a faint hiss and looked down at his feet. There was Draco. Draco, an animagus? I don't believe it, thought Ron. Well at least he's a snake and not a spider. The serpent took off down the hallway and Ron found himself running to keep up. Ron realized that it wasn't such a big deal that Draco was an unregistered animagus. After all, it had been done before. Ron's mind strayed back to Snuggles and even to Scabbers. Sirius Black's name had been cleared just last year while Peter Pettigrew had been administered the kiss of death upon his confession of being Voldemort's right-hand man. Sirius never did register as an animagus though and just how he had managed to escape from Azkaban had remained a well kept secret. As Ron's mind slipped back to memories of sneaking out during trips to Hogsmeade to bring "Snuggles" food and other supplies, he had neglected to watch where he was going. Draco had just stopped in front of a room in an unknown corridor and was about to go on through the door when Ron stepped on his tail. Quicker than lightning, the snake whipped around and landed a bite to Ron's ankle. Ron could feel the venom trickling through his blood like needles along every inch of his veins.
"Draco."
::THUMP::
That was all Ron could say before he passed out cold in the hallway.
a/n: One thing I forgot to mention, in this chapter (and the next I think) we're going to play a little game I like to call "FIND THE QUOTE" The rules are simple enough. I put various quotes from various movies into my story. All you have to do is find the quotes and name the movie. Extra props if you can name the characters in the movies that said the lines. I know, I know. You all think I'm pathetic. Well you know what? You're right. I need a new hobby
Thanks to: siw-wa; PyroBlood
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~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 sitchy- 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.
And here is Chapter 8: Unregistered Actions ________________________________________________________________________
::BEEP BEEP BEEP::
Ron awoke to the sound of an alarm clock. He shut it off and got out of bed.
"Sorry to wake you, Har."
Then he realized that the noise did not wake his friend because Harry wasn't in his bed. HE wasn't even in the dormitory. Ron shrugged it off and got out his clothes. He pulled on a white shirt and some khakis over his boxers. Then he grabbed his robe and went down the stairs to the common room. Pushing open the portrait, he stepped out into the hallway. He walked quickly, half because he didn't want to get caught, half because he couldn't wait any longer. Down a flight of stairs, turning a corner, past the Great Hall. He was almost there. He was now in the all too familiar stone passageway. Malfoy was leaning against a gargoyle statue, a mischievous grin played about his face.
"Back so soon? Well at least you're sensible. I've got to give you credit for that."
Something that Malfoy was holding behind his back caught Ron's eye.
"Uh. Malfoy.what's that you're holding?" "Oh these? Just a pair of handcuffs. Why, afraid I might be too rough on you?" "I suddenly remembered why I hate you."
Malfoy just laughed. There was more cruelty than mirth in it. But it was a laugh nonetheless.
"Come on then, Filch is liable to catch us if we stay out here any longer. We have to get down to business."
There was something about the way he said business that made Ron shiver. What does he mean by that? We don't have any "business." As Ron tried to figure this out, Draco whispered a password and the gargoyle slowly swung open. He begun to go into the Slytherin common room, but Ron hesitated.
"Don't just stand there. I won't bite. hard."
The two entered the dark, dank room. Ron remembered it from his second year when he and Harry had taken the Polyjuice Potion and snuck in. Not much had changed since then except for the furniture. Seeing it again reminded him of Harry. How he missed Harry. How he longed to tell him. Just to break down and confess everything.
*~*~*
Lucius and Narcissa were sitting in a deserted house in a small town in upstate New York. One of their house-elves, Skittery, was carrying a newspaper over to Lucius and then retreated to the back room with some other house-elves.
"That stupid elf went and got himself in the paper." "And.?" replied Narcissa. "The MUGGLE Paper!" screamed Lucius. "If you can't keep them under control when I'm at my meetings then I shall find someone else who can!"
Off in the back room, the house elves were having an argument of their own
"Hey, hey, guys! Bobo is in the paper!" Skittery rushed into the room, yelling enthusiastically.
Other elves replies with various remarks. "Way to go, Bobo! Good job. Congratulations, Bobo!" But one elf didn't share the enthusiasm of the others.
"SO what?" interjected Boots. "Whaddya mean, so what?" replied Bobo. "Yeah, Boots, you've been in a bad mood all day," added Skittery. "I'm not in a bad mood," said Boots. "So you're in the papes, what's that get you?" "Hey, Glum and Dumb." interrupted Mush. "What'sa matter witchu? You're in da papes, you're famous. You're famous, you can get anything you want. And that's what's so great about New York."
The rest of the elves grew quiet and a look of confusion came over their faces. Finally, Skittery spoke up.
"What in hell is that supposed to mean, Mush?" "I dunno, it just sounded right." "Why were you in the paper, Bobo?" "Well, it all started when Master left for his last meeting."
"It all started when you left for that meeting yesterday, Dear. I went out to the local potions shop to pick up some supplies for tomorrow."
Narcissa was recalling the same story in the other room.
"I brought one of the elves with me to carry everything. On the way back, the wretched creature kept lagging behind. I don't understand why it was so slow, it was only carrying eight bags. At any rate, the elf got away from my and attracted the attention of some Muggle photographers. But I wouldn't worry too much about it, Dear. No Muggles actually believe what's written in the Enquirer." "Well, they should. It's the only Muggle newspaper with any truth in it."
*~*~*
Ron stared inquisitively at Draco as he was led through the unpalatable common room. Ron wandered if what Draco had planned was going to happen right there in the common room, but Draco seemed to know what he was doing, so he remained silent.
"Stay here." instructed Draco.
And with that he went up the stairs leading to the dormitories. When he returned, he had a set of keys to the handcuffs. Also, in his right hand he was carrying.
"Harry's invisibility cloak?!" yelled Ron. "You stole his cloak!" "No, it's mine." "I know it looks just like Harry's, because it is just like Harry's, but don't you think that in some crazy scheme to turn a profit, that the invisibility cloak company actually made more than one?"
Ron was silent. He wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. But then again, the thought that somebody else at Hogwarts might have an invisibility cloak had never crossed his mind before. Perhaps it was Draco's cloak. He was certainly rich enough to own one. Ron's mind drifted over to the handcuffs.
"Um, Draco, I'm not sure if I was right in coming here tonight."
Draco just looked at Ron with a sarcastic smirk. He slowly went over to him and ran his long, delicate fingers through his red hair. Then he kissed him deeply. Draco looked into Ron's eyes and saw his soul. This is too simple, he thought as he led the red-head through a secret passageway in the wall beside him. Draco quickly made his way blindly through the hallways. Ron followed cautiously behind him. They walked in complete silence, enveloped in darkness. When they came to the end of the tunnel, Draco instructed Ron to put on the invisibility cloak and began to open the door.
"Wait, Draco. What about you? Won't you get caught?" "Don't worry about that. I know what I'm doing. Just try to keep up."
And with that the slender Slytherin climbed through the opening in the wall. Ron went and joined him on the other side, but Draco was nowhere to be found.
"Shit," Ron said a bit too loudly. He ditched me. And I bet this isn't even a real invisibility cloak. He probably left me here to get caught by Filch. Ron heard a faint hiss and looked down at his feet. There was Draco. Draco, an animagus? I don't believe it, thought Ron. Well at least he's a snake and not a spider. The serpent took off down the hallway and Ron found himself running to keep up. Ron realized that it wasn't such a big deal that Draco was an unregistered animagus. After all, it had been done before. Ron's mind strayed back to Snuggles and even to Scabbers. Sirius Black's name had been cleared just last year while Peter Pettigrew had been administered the kiss of death upon his confession of being Voldemort's right-hand man. Sirius never did register as an animagus though and just how he had managed to escape from Azkaban had remained a well kept secret. As Ron's mind slipped back to memories of sneaking out during trips to Hogsmeade to bring "Snuggles" food and other supplies, he had neglected to watch where he was going. Draco had just stopped in front of a room in an unknown corridor and was about to go on through the door when Ron stepped on his tail. Quicker than lightning, the snake whipped around and landed a bite to Ron's ankle. Ron could feel the venom trickling through his blood like needles along every inch of his veins.
"Draco."
::THUMP::
That was all Ron could say before he passed out cold in the hallway.
a/n: One thing I forgot to mention, in this chapter (and the next I think) we're going to play a little game I like to call "FIND THE QUOTE" The rules are simple enough. I put various quotes from various movies into my story. All you have to do is find the quotes and name the movie. Extra props if you can name the characters in the movies that said the lines. I know, I know. You all think I'm pathetic. Well you know what? You're right. I need a new hobby
Thanks to: siw-wa; PyroBlood
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga of Wurm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~