Harry, Draco, Ron: *entered Nov's house*
Ron: WOW! I've never had so much fun since......
Draco and Harry: Since being with me. *look at each other then glare*
Ron: Hush! Nov is asleep. I hear she's sick.
Nov.02: *is sitting on the couch, waiting for them* I hate you!
Harry, Draco, Ron: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Nov.02: *turns on light* You should be afraid. You seemed to have had fun with VC. And used dessert toppings to their fullest extent.
Harry, Draco, Ron: Umm.
Nov.02: How come you don't glomp like Aloh's muses did?
Harry, Draco, Ron: Umm.
Nov.02: You don't let me have my way with you! I HATE YOU! U HATE ME!
Harry: I thought that you bossing us around turned you on? I thought you liked that kinda stuff.
Draco: She does. She's a dominatrix waiting to emerge.
Nov.02: I hate you all!
Draco: *walks over to Nov, grabs her by the chin, and forcefully kissed her*
Harry and Ron: *stares*
Ron: That's kinda hot.
Nov.02: *slides out of seat with a dazed look on her face, similar to an anime expression*
Draco: You damn right. She's not too bad. She is kinda hot. Say thank yous.
Harry: Thank you ~*Snowdrop*~ for wanting those two back together. That was sarcasm.
Thanks ~* gHoSt WriTTeR*~ for you predictions. I believe some time ago you made a prediction about where this should go. One of them was correct! You'll see it soon!
Ron: THNX ~*Aloh Dark*~ for making our author hate us! But because of you she got some action.
Thank you ~*Maleficent*~ for you words a praise! ENJOY YOUR SNOW!
Thanks ~*Andrea*~ for your excitement!
Draco: Thanks ~*SparkySparkles*~ for telling how Harry truly is! DUMB! LOL!
Harry, Draco, Ron: THANK YOU ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ for you know what. *wink*
Draco: Also, she's about to reach the 100 mark. What shall we all do for her? She said she do some raffle thingie in Chpt 8 thank U's....that's dumb. Like her. If you have any ideas for her, tell us and we'll surprise her!
Ron: Draco. Um, that thing you two just did was kinda hot and I'm still a bit....hyped up from our visit so could we, you....?
Draco: Why not? She says we don't like her. She says we hate her! HA! We should repay her for all her wonderful writings.
Harry, Draco, Ron: *haul Nov.02 upstairs*
Nov.02: *opens her eye, then winks* *whispers* Shh! Go read! Yipee!
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Chpt 16
"OH LEAVE ME BE!"
"No."
"I don't know what your problem is but you need to pull daddy out of your arse."
Swift acting ice, flowed, rammed the blaze into the wall.
"Don't you dare say a thing about my father! I would have thought you would be of sound mind and not believe the bullock everyone else believes. I'm not some little molested boy."
"Fine. Now gerroff me."
Coldness breathed passed heat, shivering in its own chill. The fire dimmed a bit in shame and fear.
"Why were you such the whore before me? Always with someone every night?"
"Because I could. Because they wanted me. Because I was biding my time until I could get with you. My turn. Why did you leave me that fateful night?"
"Why do you always ask me that? I don't bloody as well know. I left for the sake of leaving. Who knows?"
"Fine, we'll return to that shortly." The fire raged. "Let us go to the next day where you happened to joke around with me. Saying that I was just a fuck to you. Would you care to explain that?"
A sneer. "You should have known better. I was trying to lighten the proverbial emotional load."
"Well, you did a wonderful job of that!" Fire spread, then move over to the window. Hopefully the wind would calm it immensely.
"Come here." Such tender words. So welcoming, so comforting but hidden beneath the shelter was ice. Ice woven words that were to lore a man to his cold deathbed.
"No. I'm not going anywhere."
Silence.
"What a great place to converse. Where it all began. Every damned thing!"
"What are you saying? Are you wishing this never happened?" Cultured, sculptured ice whispering in the wind.
"Yes! What have we got to show for it?"
"Us."
"Really? There's an 'us'?"
"Of course. Why else would I invest myself so fully into this operation? There has to be so good in this." A lazy smile, hooded eyes of steel, cold steel. He watched the other ramble about the room, stopping every so often to tell of his disposition.
"You sound so happy about our business association. So, can we schedule a kiss or hug into your busy class schedule?"
"Calm down."
Fire went ablaze. "Don't tell me what to do! Can't you just tell me why you left me on that day?"
"Then tell me why you hit me? Why you fucked him?"
A cold stillness in the night. Ice was winning over the fire. The North Tower shuddered in a fierce, icy-hot rage that radiated off the lovers. Love is a powerful thing, it quivered.
"I hit you so you would leave me alone. I had sex with him because I was alone."
"I left you because I had never loved anyone. Love is for the foolish, the weak, the non-powerful. I didn't know how to tell you. When you asked me if I cared about you, I whispered 'deeply' as I walked away. I thought it was for the best."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Why did you decide to stay with me?"
"I dunno." Fire inched closer.
"What a great answer." Ice melted.
"I'm sorry. I had sex with you because I was able to, because I was curious, because I don't know. Why did you have sex with me?"
"Because I had always admired you from a far. I always thought something more of you. You were beautiful to me. You were my first male crush. I always wanted to taste your skin, count every freckle, kiss every part of you." A small smile appeared, a real smile.
"I knew it! You are a romantic! Draco Malfoy is one big pile of mush, a predestinating love, feathery kisses, whisper in the wind touches, soft glances believer. Isn't that cute." The illustrate fire tweaked the other's nose.
"Shut up."
"You are such the queer boy."
"I'm not the only one here."
"What? Do you mean me?"
"Yes you."
"You are so...infuriating!"
"Just because I called you gay. Get over it Ron. Because if you haven't noticed, you are."
"It's not that! I'm just....a big romantic as well. And I want to be able to go over to you in the morning and give you a good morning kiss. I want to be able to hug you, cry into your shoulder when I do something wrong without being afraid. I want you to go on and be a true Malfoy, getting defensive over me, when some of your friends make fun of me."
"Come here."
"Why do you always command me to do things?"
"Because I can. At least I had a reason to fuck you. You slut."
"It's not my fault I'm easy for you."
"And him."
"Let's not indulge in morbid retrospection."
"You're right. Come here."
And so fire met ice. The two powerful elementals wound around the other. They fit perfectly.
"You really scared me the other day."
"I'm sorry. Really, I am."
"It's alright. Just don't scare me again."
"Can you do something for me?" Ron whispered into Draco's hair.
"Anything."
"Anything?"
"Sure," the blonde haired boy moved into Ron, to kiss is beautiful neck. Though Ron is a bit faster than he.
"Tell me how you feel about me again."
"I love you from the depths, the bottom, of my soul. And you? How you do feel about me?"
"This feeling of love is taking me over. I'm obsessed. It feels like an illness and I never want to be cured."
"Great," he sighed.
Fire smoldered, blowing away as ice melts, dripping to nothing. And that was all they wanted. The layers of rage and anger gone. The old was gone, the fighting was gone, leaving Ron and Draco to themselves.
"Now, tell that to the world."
"We can't. Everyone will oppose. Now, I really could careless what people will say but you, Ron, you're a little more emotionally fragile. There is no telling what they would say or do to you when I'm not around."
"But-"
"Think about this. I'm not a Malfoy. You are not a Weasley. I'm not in Slytherin and you are not in Gryffindor. Well....you're still in Gryffindor. But I'm in Ravenclaw, Billy Edson is my name."
"That's not a bad name. Just think of that?"
"Yeah,"
"You should be a writer." Ron commented off-handedly.
"I think I will. Anyway, if I was Billy, what would you do?"
"I'd take you I my arms and snog you right in front of everyone in Gryffindor and they wouldn't think anything of it."
"Okay, now what you do with little old me, Malfoy?"
"I'd take you I my arms and snog you right in front of everyone in Gryffindor. Scratch that, in front of the school and-"
"They would think something of it. Tell me the truth. You don't have to protect me."
"I'm telling the truth. I love you and I don't care anymore. I want to just be your boyfriend and do what boyfriends do in front of others."
"I don't think we can do certain things." A sensual smirk laid on Draco's sweet mouth. He stood on tiptoe and placed a passion filled kiss on his newly self-proclaimed boyfriend's lips.
"Lovely. But do you understand what I'm saying."
"Yes, but let's not bother with them right now. There are some feelings, some words and such I want to tell you that are super romantic to you before anything else happens. Agreed?"
"Agreed." Ron sighed. He really wanted to show the world that Draco wasn't completely bad.
"Hey, Drake."
Draco leaned back far enough to look Ron in the eyes. "I like that name. Yes?"
Ron placed one large warm hand on either side of the boy's pretty face. "I love you, Fancy Face."
"What kind of name is that?"
"My name for you. Get over it."
"I will, Red."
"What?" Ron asked, "What kind of name is that?"
"My name for you." Draco leaned in for another kiss. A sweet kiss that told the other of their feelings for the other.
"Hey Red."
"Fancy Face."
"I love you."
It felt good to say that. So plain, so simple, so right. Ron pulled Draco to the couch that was angled to face the window, wrapped the throw blanket around the two of them and held his love, while watching the ever-changing night skies.
Ron: WOW! I've never had so much fun since......
Draco and Harry: Since being with me. *look at each other then glare*
Ron: Hush! Nov is asleep. I hear she's sick.
Nov.02: *is sitting on the couch, waiting for them* I hate you!
Harry, Draco, Ron: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Nov.02: *turns on light* You should be afraid. You seemed to have had fun with VC. And used dessert toppings to their fullest extent.
Harry, Draco, Ron: Umm.
Nov.02: How come you don't glomp like Aloh's muses did?
Harry, Draco, Ron: Umm.
Nov.02: You don't let me have my way with you! I HATE YOU! U HATE ME!
Harry: I thought that you bossing us around turned you on? I thought you liked that kinda stuff.
Draco: She does. She's a dominatrix waiting to emerge.
Nov.02: I hate you all!
Draco: *walks over to Nov, grabs her by the chin, and forcefully kissed her*
Harry and Ron: *stares*
Ron: That's kinda hot.
Nov.02: *slides out of seat with a dazed look on her face, similar to an anime expression*
Draco: You damn right. She's not too bad. She is kinda hot. Say thank yous.
Harry: Thank you ~*Snowdrop*~ for wanting those two back together. That was sarcasm.
Thanks ~* gHoSt WriTTeR*~ for you predictions. I believe some time ago you made a prediction about where this should go. One of them was correct! You'll see it soon!
Ron: THNX ~*Aloh Dark*~ for making our author hate us! But because of you she got some action.
Thank you ~*Maleficent*~ for you words a praise! ENJOY YOUR SNOW!
Thanks ~*Andrea*~ for your excitement!
Draco: Thanks ~*SparkySparkles*~ for telling how Harry truly is! DUMB! LOL!
Harry, Draco, Ron: THANK YOU ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ for you know what. *wink*
Draco: Also, she's about to reach the 100 mark. What shall we all do for her? She said she do some raffle thingie in Chpt 8 thank U's....that's dumb. Like her. If you have any ideas for her, tell us and we'll surprise her!
Ron: Draco. Um, that thing you two just did was kinda hot and I'm still a bit....hyped up from our visit so could we, you....?
Draco: Why not? She says we don't like her. She says we hate her! HA! We should repay her for all her wonderful writings.
Harry, Draco, Ron: *haul Nov.02 upstairs*
Nov.02: *opens her eye, then winks* *whispers* Shh! Go read! Yipee!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chpt 16
"OH LEAVE ME BE!"
"No."
"I don't know what your problem is but you need to pull daddy out of your arse."
Swift acting ice, flowed, rammed the blaze into the wall.
"Don't you dare say a thing about my father! I would have thought you would be of sound mind and not believe the bullock everyone else believes. I'm not some little molested boy."
"Fine. Now gerroff me."
Coldness breathed passed heat, shivering in its own chill. The fire dimmed a bit in shame and fear.
"Why were you such the whore before me? Always with someone every night?"
"Because I could. Because they wanted me. Because I was biding my time until I could get with you. My turn. Why did you leave me that fateful night?"
"Why do you always ask me that? I don't bloody as well know. I left for the sake of leaving. Who knows?"
"Fine, we'll return to that shortly." The fire raged. "Let us go to the next day where you happened to joke around with me. Saying that I was just a fuck to you. Would you care to explain that?"
A sneer. "You should have known better. I was trying to lighten the proverbial emotional load."
"Well, you did a wonderful job of that!" Fire spread, then move over to the window. Hopefully the wind would calm it immensely.
"Come here." Such tender words. So welcoming, so comforting but hidden beneath the shelter was ice. Ice woven words that were to lore a man to his cold deathbed.
"No. I'm not going anywhere."
Silence.
"What a great place to converse. Where it all began. Every damned thing!"
"What are you saying? Are you wishing this never happened?" Cultured, sculptured ice whispering in the wind.
"Yes! What have we got to show for it?"
"Us."
"Really? There's an 'us'?"
"Of course. Why else would I invest myself so fully into this operation? There has to be so good in this." A lazy smile, hooded eyes of steel, cold steel. He watched the other ramble about the room, stopping every so often to tell of his disposition.
"You sound so happy about our business association. So, can we schedule a kiss or hug into your busy class schedule?"
"Calm down."
Fire went ablaze. "Don't tell me what to do! Can't you just tell me why you left me on that day?"
"Then tell me why you hit me? Why you fucked him?"
A cold stillness in the night. Ice was winning over the fire. The North Tower shuddered in a fierce, icy-hot rage that radiated off the lovers. Love is a powerful thing, it quivered.
"I hit you so you would leave me alone. I had sex with him because I was alone."
"I left you because I had never loved anyone. Love is for the foolish, the weak, the non-powerful. I didn't know how to tell you. When you asked me if I cared about you, I whispered 'deeply' as I walked away. I thought it was for the best."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Why did you decide to stay with me?"
"I dunno." Fire inched closer.
"What a great answer." Ice melted.
"I'm sorry. I had sex with you because I was able to, because I was curious, because I don't know. Why did you have sex with me?"
"Because I had always admired you from a far. I always thought something more of you. You were beautiful to me. You were my first male crush. I always wanted to taste your skin, count every freckle, kiss every part of you." A small smile appeared, a real smile.
"I knew it! You are a romantic! Draco Malfoy is one big pile of mush, a predestinating love, feathery kisses, whisper in the wind touches, soft glances believer. Isn't that cute." The illustrate fire tweaked the other's nose.
"Shut up."
"You are such the queer boy."
"I'm not the only one here."
"What? Do you mean me?"
"Yes you."
"You are so...infuriating!"
"Just because I called you gay. Get over it Ron. Because if you haven't noticed, you are."
"It's not that! I'm just....a big romantic as well. And I want to be able to go over to you in the morning and give you a good morning kiss. I want to be able to hug you, cry into your shoulder when I do something wrong without being afraid. I want you to go on and be a true Malfoy, getting defensive over me, when some of your friends make fun of me."
"Come here."
"Why do you always command me to do things?"
"Because I can. At least I had a reason to fuck you. You slut."
"It's not my fault I'm easy for you."
"And him."
"Let's not indulge in morbid retrospection."
"You're right. Come here."
And so fire met ice. The two powerful elementals wound around the other. They fit perfectly.
"You really scared me the other day."
"I'm sorry. Really, I am."
"It's alright. Just don't scare me again."
"Can you do something for me?" Ron whispered into Draco's hair.
"Anything."
"Anything?"
"Sure," the blonde haired boy moved into Ron, to kiss is beautiful neck. Though Ron is a bit faster than he.
"Tell me how you feel about me again."
"I love you from the depths, the bottom, of my soul. And you? How you do feel about me?"
"This feeling of love is taking me over. I'm obsessed. It feels like an illness and I never want to be cured."
"Great," he sighed.
Fire smoldered, blowing away as ice melts, dripping to nothing. And that was all they wanted. The layers of rage and anger gone. The old was gone, the fighting was gone, leaving Ron and Draco to themselves.
"Now, tell that to the world."
"We can't. Everyone will oppose. Now, I really could careless what people will say but you, Ron, you're a little more emotionally fragile. There is no telling what they would say or do to you when I'm not around."
"But-"
"Think about this. I'm not a Malfoy. You are not a Weasley. I'm not in Slytherin and you are not in Gryffindor. Well....you're still in Gryffindor. But I'm in Ravenclaw, Billy Edson is my name."
"That's not a bad name. Just think of that?"
"Yeah,"
"You should be a writer." Ron commented off-handedly.
"I think I will. Anyway, if I was Billy, what would you do?"
"I'd take you I my arms and snog you right in front of everyone in Gryffindor and they wouldn't think anything of it."
"Okay, now what you do with little old me, Malfoy?"
"I'd take you I my arms and snog you right in front of everyone in Gryffindor. Scratch that, in front of the school and-"
"They would think something of it. Tell me the truth. You don't have to protect me."
"I'm telling the truth. I love you and I don't care anymore. I want to just be your boyfriend and do what boyfriends do in front of others."
"I don't think we can do certain things." A sensual smirk laid on Draco's sweet mouth. He stood on tiptoe and placed a passion filled kiss on his newly self-proclaimed boyfriend's lips.
"Lovely. But do you understand what I'm saying."
"Yes, but let's not bother with them right now. There are some feelings, some words and such I want to tell you that are super romantic to you before anything else happens. Agreed?"
"Agreed." Ron sighed. He really wanted to show the world that Draco wasn't completely bad.
"Hey, Drake."
Draco leaned back far enough to look Ron in the eyes. "I like that name. Yes?"
Ron placed one large warm hand on either side of the boy's pretty face. "I love you, Fancy Face."
"What kind of name is that?"
"My name for you. Get over it."
"I will, Red."
"What?" Ron asked, "What kind of name is that?"
"My name for you." Draco leaned in for another kiss. A sweet kiss that told the other of their feelings for the other.
"Hey Red."
"Fancy Face."
"I love you."
It felt good to say that. So plain, so simple, so right. Ron pulled Draco to the couch that was angled to face the window, wrapped the throw blanket around the two of them and held his love, while watching the ever-changing night skies.