Nov.02: This is one part of one chapter but I put the other half
somewhere..can't find it. VC...have who ever you want. I'll be back.
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Chpt 13
Thankful for Fred and George telling him to go to McGonagall's office, Ron followed Hermione down the winding hallway. It was nerve racking to sit across from Harry, watching him frantically search for a spell to help him with the second task. Harry and he had experienced a few more instances of heavy petting and thrice going "all the way". He didn't mean to do it but he was lonely, needing someone's touch, though no one could match Draco, his dragon.
Draco was full of an aplomb air that made him a master in the art of seduction. No one could ever make Ron feel empowered and vulnerable, protected and protecting, desirable yet his one and only. He made him feel wonderfully sexual, and absolutely loved. Draco made Ron feel cared for in a world where he his always overlooked, where he is always seen as a strong person.
But, now, he was messing around with Harry. He felt good yet knowing that Draco was out there made him feel dirty.
"Ron, are you alright? You just passed McGonagall's room." Voiced Hermione as she watched him continue to walk the hall.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." He smiled has he ran up to Hermione, who was standing next to the doorway. As he entered, he noticed that Dumbledore, Snape, Karkaroff, Maxime and the aforementioned professor standing near the front of the room.
"Come in Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley." Said Dumbledore, directing his hand in the direction of the seats closest to him.
A petite blonde girl was seated on the far left, her platinum strands of hair seemed to be in their place: a picture of perfection. And next to her was Cho. Hermione and Ron took a seat behind the table adjacent to them.
"Well, I suppose you all are wondering why you've been called here on the eve of the Second Task. It seems to have come on a whirlwind, we were just celebrating the Yule Ball and here it is February. But as some may know," Dumbledore looked knowingly at Ron and Hermione, "the Second Task will consist of the four contestants rescuing what the hold near and dear to them. You four are what the four contestants can do without. Cho to Cedric, Hermione to Victor, Gabrielle to Fleur and Ron to Harry."
//Oh bloody hell// grimaced Ron to himself. He was what Harry couldn't do without.
"You will be placed underwater, with the help of a potion Severus here concocted, in a sort of trance. It will seem as if you are comatose, even on the brink of death to the champions but this is only to make sure they come back with you in the time limit. So, with that said, I would greatly appreciate it if you drink all of the potion as quickly as possible, to get the full effect."
McGonagall magicked up a platter that contained four glassed that were filled with a swirling blackish-purplish liquid. The rhythmic waves were very soothing to the eyes, the swirls gave him, and everyone else who was supposed to drink it, a tranquil warmth. It felt as if he was being wrapped around with a soft blue fleece quilt, sitting by the fire, rain lightly tapping at the windows. A pleasant feeling of comfort flooded him.
The smell was of chamomile, a soft undertone, but it was chamomile. As the glass was placed in front of him, he gratefully took a gulp.
That feeling of comfort came back. The plush carpeted room was all a-glow with firelight, the security-esque blanket warming him on the outside, the rain's pitter-patter causing his eyes to droop. And as his eyelids fell, a sense of "warmth of the spirit" fell upon him as he opened his world, his blanket to someone, a fire heating his heart. Draco Malfoy.
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Chpt 13
Thankful for Fred and George telling him to go to McGonagall's office, Ron followed Hermione down the winding hallway. It was nerve racking to sit across from Harry, watching him frantically search for a spell to help him with the second task. Harry and he had experienced a few more instances of heavy petting and thrice going "all the way". He didn't mean to do it but he was lonely, needing someone's touch, though no one could match Draco, his dragon.
Draco was full of an aplomb air that made him a master in the art of seduction. No one could ever make Ron feel empowered and vulnerable, protected and protecting, desirable yet his one and only. He made him feel wonderfully sexual, and absolutely loved. Draco made Ron feel cared for in a world where he his always overlooked, where he is always seen as a strong person.
But, now, he was messing around with Harry. He felt good yet knowing that Draco was out there made him feel dirty.
"Ron, are you alright? You just passed McGonagall's room." Voiced Hermione as she watched him continue to walk the hall.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." He smiled has he ran up to Hermione, who was standing next to the doorway. As he entered, he noticed that Dumbledore, Snape, Karkaroff, Maxime and the aforementioned professor standing near the front of the room.
"Come in Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley." Said Dumbledore, directing his hand in the direction of the seats closest to him.
A petite blonde girl was seated on the far left, her platinum strands of hair seemed to be in their place: a picture of perfection. And next to her was Cho. Hermione and Ron took a seat behind the table adjacent to them.
"Well, I suppose you all are wondering why you've been called here on the eve of the Second Task. It seems to have come on a whirlwind, we were just celebrating the Yule Ball and here it is February. But as some may know," Dumbledore looked knowingly at Ron and Hermione, "the Second Task will consist of the four contestants rescuing what the hold near and dear to them. You four are what the four contestants can do without. Cho to Cedric, Hermione to Victor, Gabrielle to Fleur and Ron to Harry."
//Oh bloody hell// grimaced Ron to himself. He was what Harry couldn't do without.
"You will be placed underwater, with the help of a potion Severus here concocted, in a sort of trance. It will seem as if you are comatose, even on the brink of death to the champions but this is only to make sure they come back with you in the time limit. So, with that said, I would greatly appreciate it if you drink all of the potion as quickly as possible, to get the full effect."
McGonagall magicked up a platter that contained four glassed that were filled with a swirling blackish-purplish liquid. The rhythmic waves were very soothing to the eyes, the swirls gave him, and everyone else who was supposed to drink it, a tranquil warmth. It felt as if he was being wrapped around with a soft blue fleece quilt, sitting by the fire, rain lightly tapping at the windows. A pleasant feeling of comfort flooded him.
The smell was of chamomile, a soft undertone, but it was chamomile. As the glass was placed in front of him, he gratefully took a gulp.
That feeling of comfort came back. The plush carpeted room was all a-glow with firelight, the security-esque blanket warming him on the outside, the rain's pitter-patter causing his eyes to droop. And as his eyelids fell, a sense of "warmth of the spirit" fell upon him as he opened his world, his blanket to someone, a fire heating his heart. Draco Malfoy.