34. …Draco has no intention of marrying Anybody
Harry was out somewhere zooming around on his firebolt, and Ginny was taking a nap.
Hermione had finished "Holidays with Hags," tidied up her room, changed her clothes a
few times, and was now thoroughly bored. She didn't know if she could handle going
down to the library right now, because she desperately wanted to talk to somebody, and
hopefully about something other than Ron and Draco's "relationship." Frankly, the idea
of Ron sleeping with anyone rather bothered her, and she didn't want to think about why.
She decided to visit Snape. Heaven knows, he was the only one in the castle at the
moment with a bit of sense. Well, besides Dumbledore, of course, but she didn't think
Dumbledore had time to talk with her.
A knock sounded on the door to Snape's personal study.
"What?" he asked crossly, looking up from his magazine ("Potion People Weekly").
Hermione peeked her head around the door. "Professor Snape?"
"What?" he asked again.
"Are you busy?"
Snape eyed the magazine wistfully. "A bit."
"Oh." Hermione seemed chagrined.
Snape sighed. "Fine, come in. Tell me what's on your mind." He gestured towards a
chair, one finger pointing gracefully, beckoning for her to sit.
"Well…" she began, as if she were choosing her words carefully. "I was wondering if we
could discuss the potion I made. I'm curious as to why it has such an effect on the mental
state of the drinker."
Snape brought his fingers together in a steeple shape, a bit surprised that Hermione was
showing interest in potion-making, which she had always excelled at but never seemed to
have much of a love for. "There are three reasons for that. One…" He launched into a
technical discussion of the effects of kappa venom on the human anatomy.
Ron and Draco read over the carefully worded letter one more time.
Father,
I am afraid that I have no intention of marrying Pansy Parkinson or anyone else of your
choosing. In fact, if you do not call this charade off immediately, I will be forced to reveal
the secret of Uncle Reginald to the Ministry, who would dearly love to hear about it.
Abducting or killing me won't change my mind, because I have placed a signed statement
with a friend whom you don't know for them to deliver to Dumbledore if I disappear.
I am quite serious. I await your owl.
Draco Malfoy
Draco had wanted to add a postscript that said some very lewd things that he had seen
Blaise do, but Ron had glared at him until he conceded.
Draco attached the letter, after sealing it and muttering a spell so that only Lucius could
open it, to the leg of his owl Ares. Ares flew out the window, screeching with happiness.
"Well, that's it," Draco said. "I guess now we wait."
Ron nodded. "It seems pretty foolproof to me. Of course, the last time I thought that, we
ended up in bed together."
Draco snorted. "Yeah, let's not talk about that. Eighteen years old I may be, but I have no
interest in men. At all."
"Neither do I. I was a girl at the time, remember?"
"Yeah, that's true." Draco looked like he was contemplating a very difficult Arithmancy
assignment. "If it weren't for that, and the fact that the potion warps your brain, I'd
probably be really angry. But the fact that you had to sleep with my father somehow
makes up for it. I think."
"Guess you'll have to find a new girlfriend, huh?"
"No. That's the last thing I need. Sex is good, but relationships are not." Draco looked
peevish. "In fact, you were almost a better girlfriend than she was. When we
weren't…you know."
"I guess I can't blame you for jumping on me whenever possible. Blaise is extremely
hot." Ron gulped a bit, remembering just how hot. "Really hot."
Draco idly toyed with the shoelace of his expensive leather shoes. "Oh well, no harm
done. Although it does please me that Potter is so worked up about it." He grinned like a
little boy who has just absconded with the cookie jar, several pints of ice cream, and five
hundred galleons.
Ron couldn't help but laughing. "Yeah, you would think that he slept with you, not me.
He was so freaked out that Hermione forgot to take these away. I'm considering putting
one in his tea some day." Ron produced from his pocket several glass vials full of thick
gray-green liquid.
Draco peered at them. "Is that the potion?"
"Yup."
"And you just have to drink it?"
"Yes…why?" Ron looked at him suspiciously.
"So if you took one, like right now, you'd be in Blaise's body right now?" Draco asked, a
sensual smile taking over the lower half of his face.
"What? No! I mean, yes, but…here?!" There was an edge of panic in Ron's voice. "It's a
good idea, but…"
"Aren't you forgetting? I'm a Prefect. I have my own bedroom." Draco gestured upstairs.
"What else do we have to do?"
"No." Ron said flatly. "I refuse." Draco scowled at him.
"If we're doing this, you're taking the potion," Ron finished, smiling innocently. He
reached over and ran a finger of Draco's lips. Draco looked startled, then rather pleased.
Harry swooped and dived, letting off some of his anger and frustration. Flying always
made him feel better. And without having to look for the golden snitch, he felt strangely
free, just following the wind, not choosing where he wanted to go…
"Accchhh…" Draco whined. "This is terrible! Yuck!" He clutched his throat and
collapsed to the floor, huddled up in a fetal position. A few minutes of bone-grinding
pain later, he felt like he could breathe again, and stood up.
Ron's jaw dropped. Blaise – well, Draco – was wearing Draco's uniform, which was a
great deal too big for her. Draco's pants hung off him provocatively, and Ron could see
Blaise's generous breasts straining against Draco's sweater.
"Umm…umm…" Ron said. Draco grinned at him and took his hand. "Upstairs" he
whispered seductively into Ron's ear, and then nibbled it as he led Ron to his room. Ron
snarled at him as soon as the door was shut, struggling with Draco's clothing. Draco
laughed and quickly whisked off his shirt and pants, clad in nothing more than Draco's
black boxer shorts. Ron felt like his heart was going to stop. He gently reached up and
cupped Draco's breasts in his hands, then brought Draco's lips to his.
Draco gasped, and almost jumped off the bed. Ron chuckled. "Feels a bit weird, doesn't
it Malfoy?"
"Incredibly. I never imagined…" Draco surveyed his new body curiously. Ron wrapped
his arms around Draco's waist and pulled Draco down on the bed with him. The black
silk sheets against Draco's sensitive skin made him catch his breath. That, and the fact
that Ron's hand had begun a roving exploration inside of Draco's boxer shorts.
Ron's lips worked their way from Draco's own, down his throat, over his collarbone and
across one of his breasts. Here they stopped their roving and Ron began to suckle. Draco
let his head fall back and arced his body into the feel of Ron's caress. Then his own
hands wandered upward and he found Ron's clothes to be hugely annoying. He made a
sound in the back of his throat as he tried to pull them off and Ron chuckled. He paused
what he had been doing and in no time flat he was as naked as the day he was born.
Then Ron's hands moved beneath Draco's back and began slipping the boxers down and
down. His fingers trailed over the perfect roundness of Blaise's buttocks and down
Draco's thighs. With this impediment gone he moved back up and settled more firmly
atop Draco who gasped. Slowly, Draco's mind drifted away, his last coherent thought
noting the pleasantness of the weight pressing into his belly.
Harry was out somewhere zooming around on his firebolt, and Ginny was taking a nap.
Hermione had finished "Holidays with Hags," tidied up her room, changed her clothes a
few times, and was now thoroughly bored. She didn't know if she could handle going
down to the library right now, because she desperately wanted to talk to somebody, and
hopefully about something other than Ron and Draco's "relationship." Frankly, the idea
of Ron sleeping with anyone rather bothered her, and she didn't want to think about why.
She decided to visit Snape. Heaven knows, he was the only one in the castle at the
moment with a bit of sense. Well, besides Dumbledore, of course, but she didn't think
Dumbledore had time to talk with her.
A knock sounded on the door to Snape's personal study.
"What?" he asked crossly, looking up from his magazine ("Potion People Weekly").
Hermione peeked her head around the door. "Professor Snape?"
"What?" he asked again.
"Are you busy?"
Snape eyed the magazine wistfully. "A bit."
"Oh." Hermione seemed chagrined.
Snape sighed. "Fine, come in. Tell me what's on your mind." He gestured towards a
chair, one finger pointing gracefully, beckoning for her to sit.
"Well…" she began, as if she were choosing her words carefully. "I was wondering if we
could discuss the potion I made. I'm curious as to why it has such an effect on the mental
state of the drinker."
Snape brought his fingers together in a steeple shape, a bit surprised that Hermione was
showing interest in potion-making, which she had always excelled at but never seemed to
have much of a love for. "There are three reasons for that. One…" He launched into a
technical discussion of the effects of kappa venom on the human anatomy.
Ron and Draco read over the carefully worded letter one more time.
Father,
I am afraid that I have no intention of marrying Pansy Parkinson or anyone else of your
choosing. In fact, if you do not call this charade off immediately, I will be forced to reveal
the secret of Uncle Reginald to the Ministry, who would dearly love to hear about it.
Abducting or killing me won't change my mind, because I have placed a signed statement
with a friend whom you don't know for them to deliver to Dumbledore if I disappear.
I am quite serious. I await your owl.
Draco Malfoy
Draco had wanted to add a postscript that said some very lewd things that he had seen
Blaise do, but Ron had glared at him until he conceded.
Draco attached the letter, after sealing it and muttering a spell so that only Lucius could
open it, to the leg of his owl Ares. Ares flew out the window, screeching with happiness.
"Well, that's it," Draco said. "I guess now we wait."
Ron nodded. "It seems pretty foolproof to me. Of course, the last time I thought that, we
ended up in bed together."
Draco snorted. "Yeah, let's not talk about that. Eighteen years old I may be, but I have no
interest in men. At all."
"Neither do I. I was a girl at the time, remember?"
"Yeah, that's true." Draco looked like he was contemplating a very difficult Arithmancy
assignment. "If it weren't for that, and the fact that the potion warps your brain, I'd
probably be really angry. But the fact that you had to sleep with my father somehow
makes up for it. I think."
"Guess you'll have to find a new girlfriend, huh?"
"No. That's the last thing I need. Sex is good, but relationships are not." Draco looked
peevish. "In fact, you were almost a better girlfriend than she was. When we
weren't…you know."
"I guess I can't blame you for jumping on me whenever possible. Blaise is extremely
hot." Ron gulped a bit, remembering just how hot. "Really hot."
Draco idly toyed with the shoelace of his expensive leather shoes. "Oh well, no harm
done. Although it does please me that Potter is so worked up about it." He grinned like a
little boy who has just absconded with the cookie jar, several pints of ice cream, and five
hundred galleons.
Ron couldn't help but laughing. "Yeah, you would think that he slept with you, not me.
He was so freaked out that Hermione forgot to take these away. I'm considering putting
one in his tea some day." Ron produced from his pocket several glass vials full of thick
gray-green liquid.
Draco peered at them. "Is that the potion?"
"Yup."
"And you just have to drink it?"
"Yes…why?" Ron looked at him suspiciously.
"So if you took one, like right now, you'd be in Blaise's body right now?" Draco asked, a
sensual smile taking over the lower half of his face.
"What? No! I mean, yes, but…here?!" There was an edge of panic in Ron's voice. "It's a
good idea, but…"
"Aren't you forgetting? I'm a Prefect. I have my own bedroom." Draco gestured upstairs.
"What else do we have to do?"
"No." Ron said flatly. "I refuse." Draco scowled at him.
"If we're doing this, you're taking the potion," Ron finished, smiling innocently. He
reached over and ran a finger of Draco's lips. Draco looked startled, then rather pleased.
Harry swooped and dived, letting off some of his anger and frustration. Flying always
made him feel better. And without having to look for the golden snitch, he felt strangely
free, just following the wind, not choosing where he wanted to go…
"Accchhh…" Draco whined. "This is terrible! Yuck!" He clutched his throat and
collapsed to the floor, huddled up in a fetal position. A few minutes of bone-grinding
pain later, he felt like he could breathe again, and stood up.
Ron's jaw dropped. Blaise – well, Draco – was wearing Draco's uniform, which was a
great deal too big for her. Draco's pants hung off him provocatively, and Ron could see
Blaise's generous breasts straining against Draco's sweater.
"Umm…umm…" Ron said. Draco grinned at him and took his hand. "Upstairs" he
whispered seductively into Ron's ear, and then nibbled it as he led Ron to his room. Ron
snarled at him as soon as the door was shut, struggling with Draco's clothing. Draco
laughed and quickly whisked off his shirt and pants, clad in nothing more than Draco's
black boxer shorts. Ron felt like his heart was going to stop. He gently reached up and
cupped Draco's breasts in his hands, then brought Draco's lips to his.
Draco gasped, and almost jumped off the bed. Ron chuckled. "Feels a bit weird, doesn't
it Malfoy?"
"Incredibly. I never imagined…" Draco surveyed his new body curiously. Ron wrapped
his arms around Draco's waist and pulled Draco down on the bed with him. The black
silk sheets against Draco's sensitive skin made him catch his breath. That, and the fact
that Ron's hand had begun a roving exploration inside of Draco's boxer shorts.
Ron's lips worked their way from Draco's own, down his throat, over his collarbone and
across one of his breasts. Here they stopped their roving and Ron began to suckle. Draco
let his head fall back and arced his body into the feel of Ron's caress. Then his own
hands wandered upward and he found Ron's clothes to be hugely annoying. He made a
sound in the back of his throat as he tried to pull them off and Ron chuckled. He paused
what he had been doing and in no time flat he was as naked as the day he was born.
Then Ron's hands moved beneath Draco's back and began slipping the boxers down and
down. His fingers trailed over the perfect roundness of Blaise's buttocks and down
Draco's thighs. With this impediment gone he moved back up and settled more firmly
atop Draco who gasped. Slowly, Draco's mind drifted away, his last coherent thought
noting the pleasantness of the weight pressing into his belly.