32. …Lucius really is a Bastard
Terrible sounds were coming from the crystal ball that Ginny had enchanted. Harry didn't
know that you could use a simple crystal ball as a spying device, but Ginny had shown
him a spell that could replay the events that happened to a person over a limited amount
of time. Apparently Ginny was much smarter than he ever gave her credit for. She also
had some rather cute freckles across the bridge of her nose, but…no, can't think of that
now!
"Draco! Draco! There! No...Oh YESSSSS….." a feminine voice was gasping. Neither
Ginny nor Harry could bear to look and had squeezed their eyes shut so they wouldn't
have to see the two naked figures entwined and writhing on the large black bed.
Ron…Harry thought. You dirty little liar.
"Um," Ginny squeaked. Apparently even she had her threshold for perversity. "I think
we've seen enough of…that. Let's go forward a day." She waved her wand over the
crystal ball, and they watched a new scene play itself out in front of them.
"Having a good time, my dear?" a masculine voice asked. Blause opened her eyes and
gasped, swallowing a mouthful of soapy water, when she saw Lucius Malfoy, clad in
nothing more than a short black robe that was open almost to the waist. She spat out the
water and coughed. Lucius chuckled.
"Get out!" Blaise shrieked.
"Oh, I don't think so…" Lucius drawled. Blaise opened one eye and saw Lucius
advancing towards her, a sensual smile on his lips. Blaise raised a hand to slap him away
but Lucius caught Blaise's arm in a vice grip and then slowly began licking each of her
fingers lovingly. Blaise thrashed around wildly, but her struggles only pressed her up
closer to Lucius' wet, soapy body. Blaise gasped as an arm encircled her waist and lifted
her against the wall of the tub.
"Oh…that's…disgusting…" Ginny said, entranced. She wanted to tear her eyes away but
found she couldn't. Harry, on the other hand, had dropped to the ground and was
covering his ears with his hands and muttering to himself so he wouldn't have to hear.
"Seriously, Draco, what's wrong?" Ron and Draco had randomly set up a game of
backgammon as something to do as Draco had become too hostile at the mention of
another game of chess. Being unfamiliar with the game Ron was doing as bad as Draco
but Draco had still been grumbling to himself and staring off into space.
Draco snarled at Ron's question and angrily swept the game from the table. Ron started
and stared at Draco in mute shock. "Oh, I might as well tell you. I've got no pride left
anyway…actually, that's not true but never mind." Draco practically threw his father's
note at Ron who read it quickly.
"Man, your father really is a bastard isn't he?" He looked up at Draco who crossed his
arms and nodded grimly. "To say something like that about your girlfriend."
"No, you idiot!" Draco yelled, starting up from his chair and swinging his arms out as if
about to smack Ron. Instead he snatched the letter. "The arranged marriage! I could
care less about Blaise." A strange look of hurt crossed Ron's face. Draco responded to it
with a look of puzzlement and the conversation was momentarily derailed. Finally Draco
sighed and sat back into his chair. " I've gotten used to my father taking things from me
and waving them in my face. It's just what he's like," Draco said by way of explanation.
"But he has no right to go arranging my life like this!" The anger was back in full force.
"I simply refuse to have someone tell me who I'm going to marry. It's absolutely
ridiculous."
Ron was looking slightly puzzled. "I thought that's just what the aristocracy did?"
"What are you living in the dark ages?" Draco spat then softened his tone as he saw the
look of resentment cross over Ron's face. "I'm sorry." Draco wasn't sure why he was
apologizing but he did anyway. "I just have GOT to figure out a way to get out of this,
but I'm having trouble thinking of something that won't get me disowned."
"Hmmm." Ron leaned back in his chair, chin in his hand. "There must be a way.
Perhaps if we put our heads together we can think of something." Ron, in his turn,
wasn't sure why he was offering to help Draco Malfoy, long time school enemy, but,
despite his earlier confusion, he could see the injustice in an arranged marriage.
"Ginny, I was wondering if you had….oh, I'm sorry." Hermione walked in and saw
Ginny and Harry sitting on the bed, their heads together, and turned to leave.
"No, no it's ok. Come in. We were just trying to look something up." Ginny turned and
revealed a large book in her lap. "What's up?"
"Oh, I…what's this?" Hermione had caught sight of an object on Ginny's desk with a
shawl draped over it. She reached to remove the shawl.
"No, don't!" Harry and Ginny cried at the same time but it was too late. Hermione stood
in shock at the picture the crystal ball revealed. A nude Draco lay atop what could only
be Ron masquerading as Blaise. He was bare to the waist, red satiny skirts were pushed
up around his hips and a thong dangled haphazardly from one ankle. Immobilized by the
scene confronting her Hermione winced in time with the groans the two figures were
emitting.
Finally Harry came to the rescue, dashing up and flinging the shawl back over the crystal
ball. "As you can see, there were a few things Ron wasn't telling us. I thought that he
and Draco were hiding something so we cast a spell on this crystal ball to find out but
Ginny's forgotten the spell to shut if off." Suddenly Harry turned to look sharply at the
covered object once more. "Wait! Was that a BITE mark?"
Hermione appeared to unthaw. "Oh yeah, I forgot you didn't know about that. He said
something about pretending that it was part of his costume but he never told me how he
really did get it." She sighed and sat down on the bed next to Ginny. "Well, that
certainly explains a few things."
"It also confirms Ron as an outright liar!" Harry snarled.
"Harry," Hermione tisked. "You can't tell me that if you were in that position you
wouldn't have denied it if you could."
"I would never BE in that position!"
Hermione shrugged, conceding his point. Suddenly she looked up, remembering
something. "You didn't figure out what it was about turkey sandwiches, did you?"
Harry and Ginny looked baffled. "Because both Ron and Draco refused to eat a turkey
sandwich today and acted weird when I ate mine."
"No, we didn't see anything about turkey sandwiches, but we did skip ahead a lot. I
wouldn't be surprised if we missed something that would explain it perfectly." Harry
was starting to act pissy.
"That's funny," Ginny's brow as furrowed, "Ron has always loved turkey sandwiches.
They're practically his favorite food."
Terrible sounds were coming from the crystal ball that Ginny had enchanted. Harry didn't
know that you could use a simple crystal ball as a spying device, but Ginny had shown
him a spell that could replay the events that happened to a person over a limited amount
of time. Apparently Ginny was much smarter than he ever gave her credit for. She also
had some rather cute freckles across the bridge of her nose, but…no, can't think of that
now!
"Draco! Draco! There! No...Oh YESSSSS….." a feminine voice was gasping. Neither
Ginny nor Harry could bear to look and had squeezed their eyes shut so they wouldn't
have to see the two naked figures entwined and writhing on the large black bed.
Ron…Harry thought. You dirty little liar.
"Um," Ginny squeaked. Apparently even she had her threshold for perversity. "I think
we've seen enough of…that. Let's go forward a day." She waved her wand over the
crystal ball, and they watched a new scene play itself out in front of them.
"Having a good time, my dear?" a masculine voice asked. Blause opened her eyes and
gasped, swallowing a mouthful of soapy water, when she saw Lucius Malfoy, clad in
nothing more than a short black robe that was open almost to the waist. She spat out the
water and coughed. Lucius chuckled.
"Get out!" Blaise shrieked.
"Oh, I don't think so…" Lucius drawled. Blaise opened one eye and saw Lucius
advancing towards her, a sensual smile on his lips. Blaise raised a hand to slap him away
but Lucius caught Blaise's arm in a vice grip and then slowly began licking each of her
fingers lovingly. Blaise thrashed around wildly, but her struggles only pressed her up
closer to Lucius' wet, soapy body. Blaise gasped as an arm encircled her waist and lifted
her against the wall of the tub.
"Oh…that's…disgusting…" Ginny said, entranced. She wanted to tear her eyes away but
found she couldn't. Harry, on the other hand, had dropped to the ground and was
covering his ears with his hands and muttering to himself so he wouldn't have to hear.
"Seriously, Draco, what's wrong?" Ron and Draco had randomly set up a game of
backgammon as something to do as Draco had become too hostile at the mention of
another game of chess. Being unfamiliar with the game Ron was doing as bad as Draco
but Draco had still been grumbling to himself and staring off into space.
Draco snarled at Ron's question and angrily swept the game from the table. Ron started
and stared at Draco in mute shock. "Oh, I might as well tell you. I've got no pride left
anyway…actually, that's not true but never mind." Draco practically threw his father's
note at Ron who read it quickly.
"Man, your father really is a bastard isn't he?" He looked up at Draco who crossed his
arms and nodded grimly. "To say something like that about your girlfriend."
"No, you idiot!" Draco yelled, starting up from his chair and swinging his arms out as if
about to smack Ron. Instead he snatched the letter. "The arranged marriage! I could
care less about Blaise." A strange look of hurt crossed Ron's face. Draco responded to it
with a look of puzzlement and the conversation was momentarily derailed. Finally Draco
sighed and sat back into his chair. " I've gotten used to my father taking things from me
and waving them in my face. It's just what he's like," Draco said by way of explanation.
"But he has no right to go arranging my life like this!" The anger was back in full force.
"I simply refuse to have someone tell me who I'm going to marry. It's absolutely
ridiculous."
Ron was looking slightly puzzled. "I thought that's just what the aristocracy did?"
"What are you living in the dark ages?" Draco spat then softened his tone as he saw the
look of resentment cross over Ron's face. "I'm sorry." Draco wasn't sure why he was
apologizing but he did anyway. "I just have GOT to figure out a way to get out of this,
but I'm having trouble thinking of something that won't get me disowned."
"Hmmm." Ron leaned back in his chair, chin in his hand. "There must be a way.
Perhaps if we put our heads together we can think of something." Ron, in his turn,
wasn't sure why he was offering to help Draco Malfoy, long time school enemy, but,
despite his earlier confusion, he could see the injustice in an arranged marriage.
"Ginny, I was wondering if you had….oh, I'm sorry." Hermione walked in and saw
Ginny and Harry sitting on the bed, their heads together, and turned to leave.
"No, no it's ok. Come in. We were just trying to look something up." Ginny turned and
revealed a large book in her lap. "What's up?"
"Oh, I…what's this?" Hermione had caught sight of an object on Ginny's desk with a
shawl draped over it. She reached to remove the shawl.
"No, don't!" Harry and Ginny cried at the same time but it was too late. Hermione stood
in shock at the picture the crystal ball revealed. A nude Draco lay atop what could only
be Ron masquerading as Blaise. He was bare to the waist, red satiny skirts were pushed
up around his hips and a thong dangled haphazardly from one ankle. Immobilized by the
scene confronting her Hermione winced in time with the groans the two figures were
emitting.
Finally Harry came to the rescue, dashing up and flinging the shawl back over the crystal
ball. "As you can see, there were a few things Ron wasn't telling us. I thought that he
and Draco were hiding something so we cast a spell on this crystal ball to find out but
Ginny's forgotten the spell to shut if off." Suddenly Harry turned to look sharply at the
covered object once more. "Wait! Was that a BITE mark?"
Hermione appeared to unthaw. "Oh yeah, I forgot you didn't know about that. He said
something about pretending that it was part of his costume but he never told me how he
really did get it." She sighed and sat down on the bed next to Ginny. "Well, that
certainly explains a few things."
"It also confirms Ron as an outright liar!" Harry snarled.
"Harry," Hermione tisked. "You can't tell me that if you were in that position you
wouldn't have denied it if you could."
"I would never BE in that position!"
Hermione shrugged, conceding his point. Suddenly she looked up, remembering
something. "You didn't figure out what it was about turkey sandwiches, did you?"
Harry and Ginny looked baffled. "Because both Ron and Draco refused to eat a turkey
sandwich today and acted weird when I ate mine."
"No, we didn't see anything about turkey sandwiches, but we did skip ahead a lot. I
wouldn't be surprised if we missed something that would explain it perfectly." Harry
was starting to act pissy.
"That's funny," Ginny's brow as furrowed, "Ron has always loved turkey sandwiches.
They're practically his favorite food."