2. In which Ron gets in touch with his Evil Side
Ron was slightly pissed. Well, he was nervous as hell at the thought of the sham he was
going to have to pull off but he was doing it for a good cause and feeling wimpy was not
improving his mood. But that wasn't why Ron was pissed. Hermione, in all her great
wisdom, had given him heels. So what if that was all Blaise ever wore in terms of
footgear? Hermione should have warned him or something. Given him a chance to
practice walking. It wasn't going to do his cover any good if he fell on his face every
time he tried to walk somewhere.
Currently, Ron was tottering down the hall towards Blaise's room with Harry and
Hermione trailing a ways behind. It wasn't helping that Harry had to make some sort of
sarcastic comment every time he tripped. "Why don't they label the uneven places in the
floor!!!???" Ron howled for the thousandth time, as he toppled over. At this rate they
were never going to make it on time.
"This is ridiculous," muttered Harry. "He has all the grace of a drunk hippogriff trying to
ride a unicycle."
"As if you would have done any better." As a punishment to Harry, Ron decided to
torture him a little by showing extra thigh as Hermione helped him clamber back to his
feet. Harry had always been a bit of a prude and Ron was pretty sure the mental conflict
of extremely hot babe and oldest and best MALE friend was wearing on him. Sticking
his butt out in the disguise of trying to regain his balance, Ron knew he was starting to
get in touch with his evil side. The skirt was quite short.
After far too long they finally reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
Hermione gave Ron's ... er Blaise's (he would need to think of himself under this name
or he would give himself away for sure) outfit one last straighten before skulking off
down a side hall with Harry to wait for an opportunity to tie up all the loose strings.
As soon as a group of Slytherin girls came by Ron slipped in behind him, dispensing with
the Gryffindor's-do-not-know-the-password-to-the-Slytherin-common-room problem.
He then made straight for Blaise's room, the route to which had been obtained by
Hermione. Ron really didn't know how Hermione knew the layout of the Slytherin
abode. She'd been building her personal spy network for years and became quite bitchy
when asked anything about it. Why didn't she know the password into the common room
then, you ask? Once again, we repeat, she became quite bitchy.
Trying the handle to Blaise's room, Ron was relieved to find it unlocked. He slipped
inside quietly and shut the door. Turning around, he saw Blaise primping herself in front
of a full-length mirror. "Oh, you are so gorgeous. Draco is sure to love you in this
outfit," she giggled to herself.
"Too true," Ron said causing her to whirl about and then stand frozen in shock with the
sight of seeing herself advancing menacingly. Ron took her lapse to mutter one of his
few really well memorized spells. "Petrificus totalus." Blaise toppled backward, her
head narrowly missing the mirror. Ron hurried to shove her under the bed and out of
sight. Harry and Hermione would sneak in later and hide her somewhere better for the
duration of Ron's absence.
Ron had had just enough time to locate Blaise's bags and tuck the magical amplifier into
the bottom of the larger one when Draco stormed into the room. "What's taking you so
long?! I've been waiting in the common room for over two minutes."
Ron's mind froze for a moment, desperately scrabbling for some logical excuse… or a
reply, anyway. A reply would be good considering he was supposed to be the girl dating
Draco and one would assume that she spoke to him as well. Well brain hurry up. Why
are we late? (Hey wait a minute. Draco really is a snobby bastard isn't he? You'd think
two minutes was two lifetimes the way he said it.)
"What, can't you knock? I had to change my skirt." Ron hoped the ruse would suffice.
He had no idea whether it sounded like a valid girl thing to say or not. At seventeen Ron
knew himself to be, as yet, terribly inexperienced with girls, and besides, rather
unobservant.
"Oh, you're so pretty when you're angry, Blaise," Draco purred, stepping closer and
running a finger down Ron/Blaise's cheek. "Too bad I didn't come in sooner. Coulda'
had a bit of fun then, couldn't we?" His other had reached under the skirt and Ron felt
himself go beat red and struggled for some answer to this dangerous new development,
any answer. He was saved however when Draco turned curtly and picked up one of
Blaise's bags, heading for the door. "We better get going. Crabbe and Goyle are coming
over for lunch at one and I know how long it always takes you to get ready for social
engagements, whatever their nature."
He was out the door swiftly and Ron hurried to keep up, praying that he could stay on his
feet long enough to make it to the car (or whatever the Malfoys felt it appropriate to
travel in). There was a tense moment walking across the gravel when his ankles decided
to give way and Draco caught him against his side, copping a generous feel before
righting him/her again. Ron wasn't sure how he was going to deal with all this physical
attention if Draco persisted in this vein. A couple of days had sounded like such a short
amount of time but now Ron wondered why he and Harry hadn't thought of the obvious
when they learned that it would be Draco's girlfriend one of them would have to
masquerade as. Maybe only girls should take the form of girls.
And of course it was a carriage. Ron should have known. There was an awkward
moment when Draco actually acted polite and turned to hand his girlfriend into the
carriage and meanwhile Ron was already attempting to surmount the difficult challenge
of carriage steps in heels but everyone finally made it in and everything seemed to be
settled.
Ron knew that he had mentally spoken too soon when he felt Draco settle securely next
to him. Ron tried to remain relaxed, knowing that a stiff posture would do nothing to
help his acting but when he turned as an excuse to sidle a bit further toward the wall of
the carriage he was pinned to it by Draco's very firm lips.
Ron was slightly pissed. Well, he was nervous as hell at the thought of the sham he was
going to have to pull off but he was doing it for a good cause and feeling wimpy was not
improving his mood. But that wasn't why Ron was pissed. Hermione, in all her great
wisdom, had given him heels. So what if that was all Blaise ever wore in terms of
footgear? Hermione should have warned him or something. Given him a chance to
practice walking. It wasn't going to do his cover any good if he fell on his face every
time he tried to walk somewhere.
Currently, Ron was tottering down the hall towards Blaise's room with Harry and
Hermione trailing a ways behind. It wasn't helping that Harry had to make some sort of
sarcastic comment every time he tripped. "Why don't they label the uneven places in the
floor!!!???" Ron howled for the thousandth time, as he toppled over. At this rate they
were never going to make it on time.
"This is ridiculous," muttered Harry. "He has all the grace of a drunk hippogriff trying to
ride a unicycle."
"As if you would have done any better." As a punishment to Harry, Ron decided to
torture him a little by showing extra thigh as Hermione helped him clamber back to his
feet. Harry had always been a bit of a prude and Ron was pretty sure the mental conflict
of extremely hot babe and oldest and best MALE friend was wearing on him. Sticking
his butt out in the disguise of trying to regain his balance, Ron knew he was starting to
get in touch with his evil side. The skirt was quite short.
After far too long they finally reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
Hermione gave Ron's ... er Blaise's (he would need to think of himself under this name
or he would give himself away for sure) outfit one last straighten before skulking off
down a side hall with Harry to wait for an opportunity to tie up all the loose strings.
As soon as a group of Slytherin girls came by Ron slipped in behind him, dispensing with
the Gryffindor's-do-not-know-the-password-to-the-Slytherin-common-room problem.
He then made straight for Blaise's room, the route to which had been obtained by
Hermione. Ron really didn't know how Hermione knew the layout of the Slytherin
abode. She'd been building her personal spy network for years and became quite bitchy
when asked anything about it. Why didn't she know the password into the common room
then, you ask? Once again, we repeat, she became quite bitchy.
Trying the handle to Blaise's room, Ron was relieved to find it unlocked. He slipped
inside quietly and shut the door. Turning around, he saw Blaise primping herself in front
of a full-length mirror. "Oh, you are so gorgeous. Draco is sure to love you in this
outfit," she giggled to herself.
"Too true," Ron said causing her to whirl about and then stand frozen in shock with the
sight of seeing herself advancing menacingly. Ron took her lapse to mutter one of his
few really well memorized spells. "Petrificus totalus." Blaise toppled backward, her
head narrowly missing the mirror. Ron hurried to shove her under the bed and out of
sight. Harry and Hermione would sneak in later and hide her somewhere better for the
duration of Ron's absence.
Ron had had just enough time to locate Blaise's bags and tuck the magical amplifier into
the bottom of the larger one when Draco stormed into the room. "What's taking you so
long?! I've been waiting in the common room for over two minutes."
Ron's mind froze for a moment, desperately scrabbling for some logical excuse… or a
reply, anyway. A reply would be good considering he was supposed to be the girl dating
Draco and one would assume that she spoke to him as well. Well brain hurry up. Why
are we late? (Hey wait a minute. Draco really is a snobby bastard isn't he? You'd think
two minutes was two lifetimes the way he said it.)
"What, can't you knock? I had to change my skirt." Ron hoped the ruse would suffice.
He had no idea whether it sounded like a valid girl thing to say or not. At seventeen Ron
knew himself to be, as yet, terribly inexperienced with girls, and besides, rather
unobservant.
"Oh, you're so pretty when you're angry, Blaise," Draco purred, stepping closer and
running a finger down Ron/Blaise's cheek. "Too bad I didn't come in sooner. Coulda'
had a bit of fun then, couldn't we?" His other had reached under the skirt and Ron felt
himself go beat red and struggled for some answer to this dangerous new development,
any answer. He was saved however when Draco turned curtly and picked up one of
Blaise's bags, heading for the door. "We better get going. Crabbe and Goyle are coming
over for lunch at one and I know how long it always takes you to get ready for social
engagements, whatever their nature."
He was out the door swiftly and Ron hurried to keep up, praying that he could stay on his
feet long enough to make it to the car (or whatever the Malfoys felt it appropriate to
travel in). There was a tense moment walking across the gravel when his ankles decided
to give way and Draco caught him against his side, copping a generous feel before
righting him/her again. Ron wasn't sure how he was going to deal with all this physical
attention if Draco persisted in this vein. A couple of days had sounded like such a short
amount of time but now Ron wondered why he and Harry hadn't thought of the obvious
when they learned that it would be Draco's girlfriend one of them would have to
masquerade as. Maybe only girls should take the form of girls.
And of course it was a carriage. Ron should have known. There was an awkward
moment when Draco actually acted polite and turned to hand his girlfriend into the
carriage and meanwhile Ron was already attempting to surmount the difficult challenge
of carriage steps in heels but everyone finally made it in and everything seemed to be
settled.
Ron knew that he had mentally spoken too soon when he felt Draco settle securely next
to him. Ron tried to remain relaxed, knowing that a stiff posture would do nothing to
help his acting but when he turned as an excuse to sidle a bit further toward the wall of
the carriage he was pinned to it by Draco's very firm lips.