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23. …Draco and Ron are Unwilling to Elaborate
Snape had been staring at the fire for several minutes, deep in thought. "Hmm, well,
anyway," he roused himself. "Ginny, Hermione, why don't you two go and fetch Miss
Granger's table. Mr. Potter and myself will go fetch the other two. That is, assuming
they haven't killed each other by now."
Almost against his will Ron found himself relaxing into the by now familiar sensation of
Draco's lips against his own. What the HELL was going on? His mind was starting to
slip away from him again and he was noticing the fact that Draco's kiss had lost none of
its potency, even if it was a bit rougher this time. Damn Hermione! She had said that the
effect was supposed to wear off! Ron tried counting to ten to try to maintain some grip
on his sanity but he could feel the length of Draco pressed against him and got lost
somewhere around three. "Nnngh gnnh," he managed to mumble, at the same time
opening his mouth a bit wider than was perhaps wise at that present moment.
Draco pulled away and looked at Ron with a slight frown. "What was that?"
Ron sat up. "I said, 'You bastard, I can't think when you do that.'"
"And why is that?" Draco narrowed his eyes. "I thought you said you were just playing
along so that I wouldn't get suspicious."
"And I thought you said you would never eat another turkey sandwich again but I
wouldn't be surprised if you pulled one out of your pocket this very moment." Ron was
doing his best to scowl but he didn't think it was working very well. Draco made a sound
in the back of his throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl before lunging towards
Ron, seizing the back of his head and pressing him against the wall. His lips bore down
hungrily on Ron's and Ron felt his own hands wandering to slip under Draco's shirt
when there came a sound from the latch on the door.
By the time Professor Snape stepped through the door the two boys were sitting at
opposite ends of the room, staring intently at the door as if they had been doing so the
entire time. "Turkey Sandwich?" Snape inquired. The two just stared at him. Ron could
just see Harry standing behind the Professor looking puzzled. "Well, since you seem
unwilling to elaborate, I suggest you come out into the common room so that we can
straighten this whole mess out."
The two boys rose and filed past Snape's sneering eye and into the common room. As
Draco past him, Snape laid a heavy hand on his shoulder and guided him to sit down in a
straight-backed chair. Ron perched warily on the arm of a couch as Harry went up to
help Hermione and Ginny maneuver the table down the stairs. After a few moments it
was set up in the center of the room.
Snape then held his hand out in front of Draco, "The earring, Mr. Malfoy." Draco
handed over the misshapen lump of silver, grumbling something presumably nasty under
his breath. "Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, setting the earring on the table and taking a chair
across from Draco. "I expect by now you have realized that I am not, in fact, in league
with the Death Eaters and that this, and the clumsy Gryffindor plot to gather information,
are both things that your father would dearly like to know. However, we, obviously, can
not let you leave with this information and so shall, of course, be erasing these facts from
your memory before I return you to your father." At this Draco looked particularly
hostile. Snape continued, unperturbed, "So, unless you have something particularly
interesting to say, we shall get started at once."
Draco lifted his chin haughtily. "I do have something to say, actually," he said, glancing
around at the as yet silent Gryffindors. "You can erase my memory of these events and
thereby remove me from the picture, but what about my father? There is still the small
matter of a rather large explosion at the ball last night. My father, and I'm sure Ron can
attest to this, will not be easily turned from determining what and who is responsible."
"And your point is?" Snape was starting to look annoyed.
"My point is, if you promise to leave me alone, I will help you and provide you with a
plausible explanation for my father." Draco was now looking insufferably smug. Ron
was confused by this turn of events but rather curious as to how it would turn out.
"And why should we trust you?!" Harry was on his feet, his patience apparently worn
quite thin by Malfoy's annoying attitude.
"Sit down, Harry." Professor Snape was rubbing his temples wearily. "He does have a
good point though, Draco. For what reason should we possibly trust you and why would
you be willing to do this in the first place?"
"Oh, I'm sure you have some spell or incantation that can hold me to my word," Draco
practically sneered. Snape nodded his head, conceding that this was true. "And as for
why; I have always hated Harry Potter, but that has nothing to do with the Death Eater
cause, about which I have never cared too deeply. My father would no doubt love to
have this information but the man can be rather an asshole and, seeing as he wouldn't be
getting hold of what I know anyway, I see nothing appealing in having my mind
tampered with just to keep it from him."
"Hmmm, having never liked the man myself, I can see your point."
"You're not honestly going to listen to him, are you?" Harry was starting to turn red.
"I believe I told you to sit down Mr. Potter, or shall I bind you to your chair?" Harry sat.
Snape turned back to Draco. "And it is true that the first vow uttered after drinking an
infusion of wolfsbane mixed with powdered dragon claws is binding. Hmmm." Snape
stared around at the Gryffindors, daring them to speak. None did. "An interesting
proposition, Mr. Malfoy. But is there any substance to it? What, exactly, might we tell
your father that would get him to drop the matter?"
"Oh, that's simple." Draco sat back in his chair, now looking supremely confident. "Just
tell him that someone put a mind control spell on me to plant the explosives in the
council chamber and sabotage the ball. I'll support you and say that you found me in the
dungeon, supposedly after ingredients for some other sabotage. After you removed the
curse, I remembered being accosted in the carriage on my way to pick up Blaise but have
no memory of anything else. I was very grateful for your assistance." Draco smiled
evilly. "What do you think?"
Professor Snape was gnawing on his cuticles, thinking. "Hmm, we'd have to work out
the details a little better but it just might work and keep Lucius from suspecting anything
of the truth. Very well, you'll stay with me tonight and I'll brew that potion, binding you
to your word. In the morning I'll take you over to your father." Snape stood and
gestured toward the table. "Now, let's take care of these things shall we." With a
muttered incantation and a graceful swish and flick, the table turned into ash and
dissolved into an oily puddle on the floor. A sickly sweet smell hung in the air and a mild
wind blew through the room. Hermione glowered at the remnants of her destroyed
furniture.
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23. …Draco and Ron are Unwilling to Elaborate
Snape had been staring at the fire for several minutes, deep in thought. "Hmm, well,
anyway," he roused himself. "Ginny, Hermione, why don't you two go and fetch Miss
Granger's table. Mr. Potter and myself will go fetch the other two. That is, assuming
they haven't killed each other by now."
Almost against his will Ron found himself relaxing into the by now familiar sensation of
Draco's lips against his own. What the HELL was going on? His mind was starting to
slip away from him again and he was noticing the fact that Draco's kiss had lost none of
its potency, even if it was a bit rougher this time. Damn Hermione! She had said that the
effect was supposed to wear off! Ron tried counting to ten to try to maintain some grip
on his sanity but he could feel the length of Draco pressed against him and got lost
somewhere around three. "Nnngh gnnh," he managed to mumble, at the same time
opening his mouth a bit wider than was perhaps wise at that present moment.
Draco pulled away and looked at Ron with a slight frown. "What was that?"
Ron sat up. "I said, 'You bastard, I can't think when you do that.'"
"And why is that?" Draco narrowed his eyes. "I thought you said you were just playing
along so that I wouldn't get suspicious."
"And I thought you said you would never eat another turkey sandwich again but I
wouldn't be surprised if you pulled one out of your pocket this very moment." Ron was
doing his best to scowl but he didn't think it was working very well. Draco made a sound
in the back of his throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl before lunging towards
Ron, seizing the back of his head and pressing him against the wall. His lips bore down
hungrily on Ron's and Ron felt his own hands wandering to slip under Draco's shirt
when there came a sound from the latch on the door.
By the time Professor Snape stepped through the door the two boys were sitting at
opposite ends of the room, staring intently at the door as if they had been doing so the
entire time. "Turkey Sandwich?" Snape inquired. The two just stared at him. Ron could
just see Harry standing behind the Professor looking puzzled. "Well, since you seem
unwilling to elaborate, I suggest you come out into the common room so that we can
straighten this whole mess out."
The two boys rose and filed past Snape's sneering eye and into the common room. As
Draco past him, Snape laid a heavy hand on his shoulder and guided him to sit down in a
straight-backed chair. Ron perched warily on the arm of a couch as Harry went up to
help Hermione and Ginny maneuver the table down the stairs. After a few moments it
was set up in the center of the room.
Snape then held his hand out in front of Draco, "The earring, Mr. Malfoy." Draco
handed over the misshapen lump of silver, grumbling something presumably nasty under
his breath. "Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, setting the earring on the table and taking a chair
across from Draco. "I expect by now you have realized that I am not, in fact, in league
with the Death Eaters and that this, and the clumsy Gryffindor plot to gather information,
are both things that your father would dearly like to know. However, we, obviously, can
not let you leave with this information and so shall, of course, be erasing these facts from
your memory before I return you to your father." At this Draco looked particularly
hostile. Snape continued, unperturbed, "So, unless you have something particularly
interesting to say, we shall get started at once."
Draco lifted his chin haughtily. "I do have something to say, actually," he said, glancing
around at the as yet silent Gryffindors. "You can erase my memory of these events and
thereby remove me from the picture, but what about my father? There is still the small
matter of a rather large explosion at the ball last night. My father, and I'm sure Ron can
attest to this, will not be easily turned from determining what and who is responsible."
"And your point is?" Snape was starting to look annoyed.
"My point is, if you promise to leave me alone, I will help you and provide you with a
plausible explanation for my father." Draco was now looking insufferably smug. Ron
was confused by this turn of events but rather curious as to how it would turn out.
"And why should we trust you?!" Harry was on his feet, his patience apparently worn
quite thin by Malfoy's annoying attitude.
"Sit down, Harry." Professor Snape was rubbing his temples wearily. "He does have a
good point though, Draco. For what reason should we possibly trust you and why would
you be willing to do this in the first place?"
"Oh, I'm sure you have some spell or incantation that can hold me to my word," Draco
practically sneered. Snape nodded his head, conceding that this was true. "And as for
why; I have always hated Harry Potter, but that has nothing to do with the Death Eater
cause, about which I have never cared too deeply. My father would no doubt love to
have this information but the man can be rather an asshole and, seeing as he wouldn't be
getting hold of what I know anyway, I see nothing appealing in having my mind
tampered with just to keep it from him."
"Hmmm, having never liked the man myself, I can see your point."
"You're not honestly going to listen to him, are you?" Harry was starting to turn red.
"I believe I told you to sit down Mr. Potter, or shall I bind you to your chair?" Harry sat.
Snape turned back to Draco. "And it is true that the first vow uttered after drinking an
infusion of wolfsbane mixed with powdered dragon claws is binding. Hmmm." Snape
stared around at the Gryffindors, daring them to speak. None did. "An interesting
proposition, Mr. Malfoy. But is there any substance to it? What, exactly, might we tell
your father that would get him to drop the matter?"
"Oh, that's simple." Draco sat back in his chair, now looking supremely confident. "Just
tell him that someone put a mind control spell on me to plant the explosives in the
council chamber and sabotage the ball. I'll support you and say that you found me in the
dungeon, supposedly after ingredients for some other sabotage. After you removed the
curse, I remembered being accosted in the carriage on my way to pick up Blaise but have
no memory of anything else. I was very grateful for your assistance." Draco smiled
evilly. "What do you think?"
Professor Snape was gnawing on his cuticles, thinking. "Hmm, we'd have to work out
the details a little better but it just might work and keep Lucius from suspecting anything
of the truth. Very well, you'll stay with me tonight and I'll brew that potion, binding you
to your word. In the morning I'll take you over to your father." Snape stood and
gestured toward the table. "Now, let's take care of these things shall we." With a
muttered incantation and a graceful swish and flick, the table turned into ash and
dissolved into an oily puddle on the floor. A sickly sweet smell hung in the air and a mild
wind blew through the room. Hermione glowered at the remnants of her destroyed
furniture.