37. …Harry Snarls
Harry came storming into the common room furious and it took Ginny several minutes to
calm him down enough to get anything articulate out of him. Finally he muttered
something that sounded like "Draco…naked…" and as interesting as this idea was, she
was getting incredibly angry with him.
"Harry!" she yelled, startling him from his angry tirade. "Shut up and then tell me what's
wrong!"
Harry blinked, staring at her as if for the first time. "I just did," he said.
"No, you didn't. Not so that I could understand," she shot back. Just then, the portrait
door opened and Ron and Draco stepped in. Harry turned and glared at both of them,
trying to decide who he was more angry with. He snarled.
"What's eating you, Potter?" Draco asked jauntily.
"I saw you too," Harry spat. "In Draco's room! I SAW!" Ron and Draco both turned red,
although Ron's flush was a bit more impressive, because he was a Weasley.
"Saw what?" Ginny asked curiously. Harry's answer was interrupted when Hermione
stepped into the room, beaming.
"Guess what!!" Hermione announced, then stopped. "Guys…?"
"That's not important," Draco said firmly. "I need your help with something."
Several hours later, after approximately forty-two outbursts from Harry, Draco and Ron
had explained their dilemma to the assembled group.
"I have a plan, if any of you are interested," Hermione announced primly.
"See?" Ron said. "Hermione always has a plan."
"We obviously need to distract Draco's father somehow, and keep him away from the
manor. Then Draco can sneak in along with a second person wearing the Invisibility
Cloak –"
"Don't tell him about my cloak!!" Harry moaned.
"Then, Draco and whoever can sneak down to the dungeons under the cloak and spring
his uncle. It's not a hard plan. You should have been able to think of it."
"True," Draco said, "but who is going to distract father and who is going to come with
me to the manor?"
Something prickled at the back of Ron's brain. He had a feeling that…no…Draco
wouldn't…
Draco stared at Ron meaningfully.
"No! I won't! No!" Ron yelled. Draco grabbed his by the arm and pulled Ron's head
down to his.
"Listen, Weasley," Draco whispered furiously. "Do you want any of your friends to sleep
with my father, huh? It's nothing you haven't done before."
Ron gulped, not liking this idea at all.
"Besides," hissed Draco, "when you get back I'll…make it up to you…" he looked at
Ron with an incredibly lewd expression plastered on his face. "I have a very good
imagination."
"Oh…" Ron debated the problem. The thought of Hermione, or Ginny, in Lucius'
clutches finally won. "All right."
"Excellent!" Draco said to Harry, Ginny, and Hermione. "I believe that Ron will distract
my father. Who's coming with me?"
Harry flatly refused in highly inappropriate language.
"Not Ginny!" Ron squeaked. Ginny scowled at him.
"Fine, I'll go," Hermione said. "Harry, get the cloak. I'm not even going to ask how
you're getting Lucius away from home because I don't think I want to know."
"Believe me, you don't," Ron said sadly. "I'm sure Draco will arrange everything."
Draco did arrange everything. He managed to figure out in under five minutes where his
father was keeping Blaise, get a coach there, and load himself, Hermione, and Ron (once
again in Blaise's body) into the it along with the cloak. Ron watched the scenery roll past
the window, wondering at the strange turn his life seemed to be taking. A week ago, the
idea that he would be helping Draco Malfoy would have seemed absolutely ridiculous.
But now…
Draco and Hermione were discussing strategy. Their plan was to free Reginald and get
out of there the same day. The only small hitch in the plan was figuring out where to hide
Reginald once they had him. They had decided to set him up in the closet in Draco's
room until a better solution could be found.
Before they left, Hermione had brewed up another batch of the potion on the insistence of
Draco and Ron. She had assured them that they had enough for this mission, but Draco
and Ron had seemed strangely set on her making more, so she did.
The coach rolled up to a neat little cottage nestled next to a hill, only a mile or so away
from Hogwarts. Ron almost burst out laughing. With the tidy rows of flowers and
tinkling wind chimes, the cottage seemed the last place that Lucius would spend his free
time.
Ron was proven wrong when he and Draco stepped inside. Instead of rooms, the entire
first floor was swathed in yards of red fabric, with a massive round bend placed right in
the center. Braziers smoked and gave off the cloying scent of incense. Asleep in the
middle of the bed was Blaise Zabini.
Draco stalked over to Blaise while Ron searched around the room. He found a caged owl
next to the staircase and opened the cage door, letting the owl hop onto his arm.
Meanwhile, Draco had placed a spell on Blaise that caused her to sit up and furiously
dash out a letter imploring Lucius to come visit her. Ron attached the letter to the owl's
leg while Draco unceremoniously shoved the nude girl into a closet.
Draco snorted. "Serves her right." Ron grimaced, stripped out of his clothing, and
climbed onto the bed.
"Sure you don't want to join me?" Ron asked coyly, patting the silken sheets next to him.
Draco shot a worried look out at the carriage where Hermione was waiting.
"I can't!" Draco said, "My father will be getting that owl any minute! We need to get to
the…manor…" Draco's words trailed off as Ron stretched luxuriously, providing Draco
with a perfect view of Blaise's pert breasts.
Draco strode to the bed and grabbed swooped Ron into a quick, desperate kiss before
running out the door.
Harry came storming into the common room furious and it took Ginny several minutes to
calm him down enough to get anything articulate out of him. Finally he muttered
something that sounded like "Draco…naked…" and as interesting as this idea was, she
was getting incredibly angry with him.
"Harry!" she yelled, startling him from his angry tirade. "Shut up and then tell me what's
wrong!"
Harry blinked, staring at her as if for the first time. "I just did," he said.
"No, you didn't. Not so that I could understand," she shot back. Just then, the portrait
door opened and Ron and Draco stepped in. Harry turned and glared at both of them,
trying to decide who he was more angry with. He snarled.
"What's eating you, Potter?" Draco asked jauntily.
"I saw you too," Harry spat. "In Draco's room! I SAW!" Ron and Draco both turned red,
although Ron's flush was a bit more impressive, because he was a Weasley.
"Saw what?" Ginny asked curiously. Harry's answer was interrupted when Hermione
stepped into the room, beaming.
"Guess what!!" Hermione announced, then stopped. "Guys…?"
"That's not important," Draco said firmly. "I need your help with something."
Several hours later, after approximately forty-two outbursts from Harry, Draco and Ron
had explained their dilemma to the assembled group.
"I have a plan, if any of you are interested," Hermione announced primly.
"See?" Ron said. "Hermione always has a plan."
"We obviously need to distract Draco's father somehow, and keep him away from the
manor. Then Draco can sneak in along with a second person wearing the Invisibility
Cloak –"
"Don't tell him about my cloak!!" Harry moaned.
"Then, Draco and whoever can sneak down to the dungeons under the cloak and spring
his uncle. It's not a hard plan. You should have been able to think of it."
"True," Draco said, "but who is going to distract father and who is going to come with
me to the manor?"
Something prickled at the back of Ron's brain. He had a feeling that…no…Draco
wouldn't…
Draco stared at Ron meaningfully.
"No! I won't! No!" Ron yelled. Draco grabbed his by the arm and pulled Ron's head
down to his.
"Listen, Weasley," Draco whispered furiously. "Do you want any of your friends to sleep
with my father, huh? It's nothing you haven't done before."
Ron gulped, not liking this idea at all.
"Besides," hissed Draco, "when you get back I'll…make it up to you…" he looked at
Ron with an incredibly lewd expression plastered on his face. "I have a very good
imagination."
"Oh…" Ron debated the problem. The thought of Hermione, or Ginny, in Lucius'
clutches finally won. "All right."
"Excellent!" Draco said to Harry, Ginny, and Hermione. "I believe that Ron will distract
my father. Who's coming with me?"
Harry flatly refused in highly inappropriate language.
"Not Ginny!" Ron squeaked. Ginny scowled at him.
"Fine, I'll go," Hermione said. "Harry, get the cloak. I'm not even going to ask how
you're getting Lucius away from home because I don't think I want to know."
"Believe me, you don't," Ron said sadly. "I'm sure Draco will arrange everything."
Draco did arrange everything. He managed to figure out in under five minutes where his
father was keeping Blaise, get a coach there, and load himself, Hermione, and Ron (once
again in Blaise's body) into the it along with the cloak. Ron watched the scenery roll past
the window, wondering at the strange turn his life seemed to be taking. A week ago, the
idea that he would be helping Draco Malfoy would have seemed absolutely ridiculous.
But now…
Draco and Hermione were discussing strategy. Their plan was to free Reginald and get
out of there the same day. The only small hitch in the plan was figuring out where to hide
Reginald once they had him. They had decided to set him up in the closet in Draco's
room until a better solution could be found.
Before they left, Hermione had brewed up another batch of the potion on the insistence of
Draco and Ron. She had assured them that they had enough for this mission, but Draco
and Ron had seemed strangely set on her making more, so she did.
The coach rolled up to a neat little cottage nestled next to a hill, only a mile or so away
from Hogwarts. Ron almost burst out laughing. With the tidy rows of flowers and
tinkling wind chimes, the cottage seemed the last place that Lucius would spend his free
time.
Ron was proven wrong when he and Draco stepped inside. Instead of rooms, the entire
first floor was swathed in yards of red fabric, with a massive round bend placed right in
the center. Braziers smoked and gave off the cloying scent of incense. Asleep in the
middle of the bed was Blaise Zabini.
Draco stalked over to Blaise while Ron searched around the room. He found a caged owl
next to the staircase and opened the cage door, letting the owl hop onto his arm.
Meanwhile, Draco had placed a spell on Blaise that caused her to sit up and furiously
dash out a letter imploring Lucius to come visit her. Ron attached the letter to the owl's
leg while Draco unceremoniously shoved the nude girl into a closet.
Draco snorted. "Serves her right." Ron grimaced, stripped out of his clothing, and
climbed onto the bed.
"Sure you don't want to join me?" Ron asked coyly, patting the silken sheets next to him.
Draco shot a worried look out at the carriage where Hermione was waiting.
"I can't!" Draco said, "My father will be getting that owl any minute! We need to get to
the…manor…" Draco's words trailed off as Ron stretched luxuriously, providing Draco
with a perfect view of Blaise's pert breasts.
Draco strode to the bed and grabbed swooped Ron into a quick, desperate kiss before
running out the door.