4. .Ron, as a girl, has terribly Weak Nerves
Ron threw himself down on the bed and, for what seemed the thousandth time that day,
groaned. Draco had led him to a guest bedroom on the third floor. It was a very nice
bedroom with an elaborate canopy bed and a large fireplace, but he was a bit confused as
to what his next step should be. Change and go down to lunch, he assumed. Ron wanted
to experience the confusion of seeing his new body naked even less than he wanted to
play nice with Crabbe and Goyle for a few hours.
A knock sounded at the door, loud and measured. Ron grimaced and stood up, then
padded over in his sock feet to open the door. Lucius swooped in, kicking the door shut
behind him and pinning Ron up against a wall. Ron gasped for breath as Lucius' lips
descended on his, hot and salty, and he felt a roving hand un-tucking his shirt and
slipping up into places that it had no right to be. He felt, for all intents and purposes, like
he was going to swoon.
Well, now he knew where Draco had picked up those oh-so-skillful lips. "Wait a
minute! Why am I so distractible?!" Ron wanted to scream. This was Bad, Very Very
Bad. And he had thought that dealing with the attentions of Draco was going to be bad
enough. Look at the mess he was in now. At least this time he could put up a struggle
and not just act like everything was ok. Good kissers aside, Ron Weasley necking with
members of the Malfoy family, male members to boot, was NOT OK.
In a rising panic Ron struggled blindly against the tall, velvet clad figure that was
pressing him insistently into the hard stone wall of the guest bedroom. Unfortunately,
Lucius Malfoy was quite strong. Fortunately, some measure of luck was still with him.
"Lucius, stop that at once!" an icy voice commanded. Ron practically leapt out of
Lucius's grasp as the weight pressing against him eased. Trying to tug his clothes back
into some semblance of order, Ron looked up so see a tall pale woman sneering at him
from the doorway. She was dressed in a sleek black velvet robe that clung suggestively
to certain portions of her anatomy while still managing to make her look extremely
proper. She glared hatefully at her husband as he slipped from the room with an oily "I'll
see you later my dear," whispered into Ron's ear.
Narcissa Malfoy stared at him coldly, looking him up and down, clearly disapproving of
what she saw. "I'll inform Draco that you'll be a bit late to lunch," she sneered.
"Wouldn't want to be less that presentable in front of Draco's guests." And with that she
turned and stalked from the room.
As soon as she was gone, Ron quickly moved to shut the door and then collapsed on the
large four-poster bed. He felt about ready to cry. "Pull yourself together, Ron," he said
to himself gruffly. "You didn't think that infiltrating the enemy territory was going to be
easy, did you?
"Still," he thought to himself, "despite the fact that I'm dealing with Malfoys, events are
proceeding rather far from expected." Ron then hurried to change into something
hopefully more suitable, though lord knows he had not an ounce of fashion sense. His
thoughts were so jumbled that he almost didn't notice the luscious body he was dressing
and undressing and he his thoughts were on the immediate "please don't let me get lost in
this horrible place" as he hurried from the room.
Ron was relieved when he found the lunch party outside and even more relieved to see
that Draco was completely absorbed in regaling his guests with stories of his own might
and seemed to have little attention for his girlfriend. He was so relieved in fact that he
almost forgot to sneer inwardly at Draco's posturing and as soon as lunch was over -- no,
he definitely did not want to think about what it was he had eaten -- he slipped back up to
his room to hide out until dinner.
He entertained brief thoughts of snooping around the mansion in hopes of locating the
council room but was brought up short by the sight of Lucius standing in the hallway.
With a startled squeak Ron turned and fled back to his room, taking care to lock the door
securely behind him, not that he felt it would really do any good.
Alone in his room, Ron found that he had nothing better to do than unpack. He knew that
it was ridiculous and since he only had a few days he should be more productive, hanging
on Draco to show him around the place or something but he just didn't feel like he was
ready to face any of the Malfoy clan just now. Ron found that, as a girl, he had terribly
weak nerves. At least, that's how he phrased it to himself.
As he was unpacking Ron finally came to the magical amplifier that he had tucked away
in the bottom of a suitcase and realized that he was going to have to find a good place to
hide it until he could install it in the council room. He was thinking about how he might
be able to some how fasten it to the underside of the bed when another one of those
terrible realizations struck. The realization had two parts.
A) The male members of the Malfoy family apparently found, and it was patently true
that, the body of Blaise Zabini was excruciatingly attractive and would most likely take
every opportunity presented to capitalize on its ripe lushness. (Here Ron had to pause
and get a grip on his thoughts which were blatantly displaying their recent tendency to
wander into embarrassing topics.)
B) Harry and Hermione could be terrible snoops and here was a device that was going to
let them listen in on everything that happened in its immediate vicinity. The plan had
been to get the magical amplifier safely into place and then, once Ron was back, invoke
the spell that would make it active when none of them were in a place to cast suspicion if
any magical after-effects were to be felt. Ron, however, did not trust the other two to
wait for him. They were his friends but Ron was sure they did not consider listening in
on his activities in this "covert operation" to be out of bounds.
These two facts led to one very specific conclusion. Ron must hide the magical amplifier
in a safe place and (and this was the important part) make sure that it was as well muffled
as he could possibly make it. He was just beginning to search for a suitable place when
he heard and knock on the door. Ron frantically stuffed the device under as many clothes
as he could in his drawer before hurrying to open the door, his heart pounding. What
next?
Draco waited on the other side of the door, oozing confidence, an attitude that Ron
instantly resented. Upon seeing his girlfriend the hint of a smile flickered across Draco's
face. "Crabbe and Goyle have finally gone and I realized that you haven't been here
before. I should show you around."
Ron's perfect pouty mouth fell open at the sight of Draco actually being considerate.
Draco smiled and reached out a slender, perfect (shut up, brain!) hand, drawing his
fingers along Ron's jaw, which Ron then brought up with an audible click of the teeth.
"Don't worry dear, I haven't forgotten you," Draco said before leaning in and leaning in
and gently brushing his lips against Ron's own. Ron felt like freezing and melting at the
same time, his body warring with his mind over how to react. He was, therefore, glad
when Draco turned and offered his arm with a curt "Shall we go?" before leading him off
down the dark, and rather macabre, hallway.
Ron threw himself down on the bed and, for what seemed the thousandth time that day,
groaned. Draco had led him to a guest bedroom on the third floor. It was a very nice
bedroom with an elaborate canopy bed and a large fireplace, but he was a bit confused as
to what his next step should be. Change and go down to lunch, he assumed. Ron wanted
to experience the confusion of seeing his new body naked even less than he wanted to
play nice with Crabbe and Goyle for a few hours.
A knock sounded at the door, loud and measured. Ron grimaced and stood up, then
padded over in his sock feet to open the door. Lucius swooped in, kicking the door shut
behind him and pinning Ron up against a wall. Ron gasped for breath as Lucius' lips
descended on his, hot and salty, and he felt a roving hand un-tucking his shirt and
slipping up into places that it had no right to be. He felt, for all intents and purposes, like
he was going to swoon.
Well, now he knew where Draco had picked up those oh-so-skillful lips. "Wait a
minute! Why am I so distractible?!" Ron wanted to scream. This was Bad, Very Very
Bad. And he had thought that dealing with the attentions of Draco was going to be bad
enough. Look at the mess he was in now. At least this time he could put up a struggle
and not just act like everything was ok. Good kissers aside, Ron Weasley necking with
members of the Malfoy family, male members to boot, was NOT OK.
In a rising panic Ron struggled blindly against the tall, velvet clad figure that was
pressing him insistently into the hard stone wall of the guest bedroom. Unfortunately,
Lucius Malfoy was quite strong. Fortunately, some measure of luck was still with him.
"Lucius, stop that at once!" an icy voice commanded. Ron practically leapt out of
Lucius's grasp as the weight pressing against him eased. Trying to tug his clothes back
into some semblance of order, Ron looked up so see a tall pale woman sneering at him
from the doorway. She was dressed in a sleek black velvet robe that clung suggestively
to certain portions of her anatomy while still managing to make her look extremely
proper. She glared hatefully at her husband as he slipped from the room with an oily "I'll
see you later my dear," whispered into Ron's ear.
Narcissa Malfoy stared at him coldly, looking him up and down, clearly disapproving of
what she saw. "I'll inform Draco that you'll be a bit late to lunch," she sneered.
"Wouldn't want to be less that presentable in front of Draco's guests." And with that she
turned and stalked from the room.
As soon as she was gone, Ron quickly moved to shut the door and then collapsed on the
large four-poster bed. He felt about ready to cry. "Pull yourself together, Ron," he said
to himself gruffly. "You didn't think that infiltrating the enemy territory was going to be
easy, did you?
"Still," he thought to himself, "despite the fact that I'm dealing with Malfoys, events are
proceeding rather far from expected." Ron then hurried to change into something
hopefully more suitable, though lord knows he had not an ounce of fashion sense. His
thoughts were so jumbled that he almost didn't notice the luscious body he was dressing
and undressing and he his thoughts were on the immediate "please don't let me get lost in
this horrible place" as he hurried from the room.
Ron was relieved when he found the lunch party outside and even more relieved to see
that Draco was completely absorbed in regaling his guests with stories of his own might
and seemed to have little attention for his girlfriend. He was so relieved in fact that he
almost forgot to sneer inwardly at Draco's posturing and as soon as lunch was over -- no,
he definitely did not want to think about what it was he had eaten -- he slipped back up to
his room to hide out until dinner.
He entertained brief thoughts of snooping around the mansion in hopes of locating the
council room but was brought up short by the sight of Lucius standing in the hallway.
With a startled squeak Ron turned and fled back to his room, taking care to lock the door
securely behind him, not that he felt it would really do any good.
Alone in his room, Ron found that he had nothing better to do than unpack. He knew that
it was ridiculous and since he only had a few days he should be more productive, hanging
on Draco to show him around the place or something but he just didn't feel like he was
ready to face any of the Malfoy clan just now. Ron found that, as a girl, he had terribly
weak nerves. At least, that's how he phrased it to himself.
As he was unpacking Ron finally came to the magical amplifier that he had tucked away
in the bottom of a suitcase and realized that he was going to have to find a good place to
hide it until he could install it in the council room. He was thinking about how he might
be able to some how fasten it to the underside of the bed when another one of those
terrible realizations struck. The realization had two parts.
A) The male members of the Malfoy family apparently found, and it was patently true
that, the body of Blaise Zabini was excruciatingly attractive and would most likely take
every opportunity presented to capitalize on its ripe lushness. (Here Ron had to pause
and get a grip on his thoughts which were blatantly displaying their recent tendency to
wander into embarrassing topics.)
B) Harry and Hermione could be terrible snoops and here was a device that was going to
let them listen in on everything that happened in its immediate vicinity. The plan had
been to get the magical amplifier safely into place and then, once Ron was back, invoke
the spell that would make it active when none of them were in a place to cast suspicion if
any magical after-effects were to be felt. Ron, however, did not trust the other two to
wait for him. They were his friends but Ron was sure they did not consider listening in
on his activities in this "covert operation" to be out of bounds.
These two facts led to one very specific conclusion. Ron must hide the magical amplifier
in a safe place and (and this was the important part) make sure that it was as well muffled
as he could possibly make it. He was just beginning to search for a suitable place when
he heard and knock on the door. Ron frantically stuffed the device under as many clothes
as he could in his drawer before hurrying to open the door, his heart pounding. What
next?
Draco waited on the other side of the door, oozing confidence, an attitude that Ron
instantly resented. Upon seeing his girlfriend the hint of a smile flickered across Draco's
face. "Crabbe and Goyle have finally gone and I realized that you haven't been here
before. I should show you around."
Ron's perfect pouty mouth fell open at the sight of Draco actually being considerate.
Draco smiled and reached out a slender, perfect (shut up, brain!) hand, drawing his
fingers along Ron's jaw, which Ron then brought up with an audible click of the teeth.
"Don't worry dear, I haven't forgotten you," Draco said before leaning in and leaning in
and gently brushing his lips against Ron's own. Ron felt like freezing and melting at the
same time, his body warring with his mind over how to react. He was, therefore, glad
when Draco turned and offered his arm with a curt "Shall we go?" before leading him off
down the dark, and rather macabre, hallway.