Nov.02: *puffs on a candy cigarette* Woah.... *falls back over in bed*
Draco: *smirks* [wearing black boxers]
Ron: *smirks * [wearing red boxers]
Harry: *double smirks* [pulling on blue boxers]
Nov.02: *sounds like she's drunk* Thank you ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ for teaching them you know what...
Harry: Let's welcome *KIA* the newcomer! Hi!
Everyone: Welcome!
Harry: Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ for caring about me.
THNX ~*KC Matthews*~ WOW! She moved someone to tears. Sorry, she hasn't been responding to UR story/help! She's been relaxing with us.
Ron: Thanks ~*Andrea*~ she's writing a lemon as we fuck- I mean speak.
Draco: Nice cover up. *crawls over to lay next to Nov* Is she completely out of it.
Ron: *blushes* Thnx ~*Aloh Dark*~ for making us realize her potential and for your really kewl muses!
Thank you ~*sexy-as-ron*~ I never really realized your name! I love you! *glomps*
Thnx ~*Maleficent*~ Damn you and your snow, which we have no more of!
Draco: ~*Tuuli*~ All I have to say is that you better back that Gryffindor Keeper off!
Nov.02: Huh? Keepsake...what? Oh ~*Snowdrop*~ thought I 4got about you! Never! I love you since you love my nicknames.
Harry: How'd we get to thank U's?
Ron: *shrug*
Draco: So, she got 102 reviews, no suggestions. Alright..I guess, we'll have to give her 102 kisses, in strategic places, of course.
Everyone: Of course.
Nov.02: Now go read and be merry! *looks at the three muses and rubs her hands together* I can finally say that I love my muses! Now, be gone you nosy readers!
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Chpt 17
Never again! Never ever again will he stay up into the wee hours of the night to stay with Draco. Yes, it was fun and very stimulating in certain periods of the night but he only had 4 hours of sleep. How was a guy suppose to get on about the day with Charms, Transfiguration and double Potions with only a few hours of sleep under his belt?
Ron plopped down in his usual seat between Hermione and Harry. Though it was difficult to actually eat in comfort seeing as Hermione had plenty of letters surrounding her. As it seems, Rita Skeeter wrote an article saying that Hermione had broken Harry's heart. Of course, his ever-growing fan base was sending their thoughts about the situation. None too pleased.
"Morning Ron." Harry mumbled, sleep lacing every word.
"Didn't sleep much?" asked Ron as he placed some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on his plate.
"No. Did you?"
"No."
"I wonder where you were. I wanted to talk to you about something and when I go to check on you in your bed, seeing as how you said you were turning in early, but when I got there, I discovered that you were gone. Where did you go?" Harry interrogated.
"What's your problem? You're not my mother. You have no jurisdiction over me so I don't see why you're all worried. It's not like you could do anything." grumbled Ron. It was too damn early for arguing, especially on this wonderful Monday. Wonderfully dull.
"Ron, don't get all defensive. He was worried and so was I. Just tell us later I'm not up to hearing you two bicker over something frivolous." The brown haired girl commanded. The letters were finally starting to get to her. So, the two boys and the surrounding members of the table quieted and ate.
Though the peacefulness was not to stay for it was quickly blown away by a cold, cool persona.
Fred and George's spoons and forks stopped their clatter against their plates. They were perplexed, why was he here?
"Don't look now but there's a snake behind you, Ronny boy." George commented as he looked into grey eyes.
Ron looked at his brothers. What were they up to now? A snake, ah! They won't trick him, make a fool of him in front of everyone.
"I'm not going to react to that. You won't make a fool of me today fellas." Smirked Ron.
Harry turned around, wanting to see what to twins were speaking of. "What do you want Malfoy?"
A snake! A snake, Slytherin, evil....Draco. Oh no, what was he going to say now?
"Excuse me Potter but I'm looking for something of mine." His cultured voice spoke, obviously not wanting to deal with any distractions. This is what Ron wanted.
Draco seamlessly step up to the bench and stood up on the table. "I've seemingly misplaced something of mine and I think he strayed over here." He said loudly, getting everyone's attention, from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and of course Gryffindor. But even the professors were a bit interested in where this would go. The Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students watched in awe, what a great show!
He walked over dishes, with much gripe coming from the members of red and gold. He made one complete amble down the table in both directions until he stopped in front of Ron.
//Dear Merlin, please don't make him do anything stupid. Please, oh please//
A fair, well-manicured hand appeared in Ron's line of view.
"Come here." He whispered down to his fire. Oh, please let him come through on his wish, Malfoy prayed silently. And, miraculously, a freckled hand slid into his. Slightly clammy it was but at least he was doing it.
Draco pulled Ron up next to him. "Ahh, here it is." He announced to the room. "Kiss me." The boy whispered pleadingly. And so, Ron slid an arm over the shorter boy's shoulders and leaned forward until he felt the soft plushy warmth of his boyfriend's lips gently caressing his own.
In the background, there was an initial silence but that was broken by the Beauxbaton students catcalls and whistles. Strangely enough a few of their own classmates had joined in as well (Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff). But the boys' houses were in shock, totally disgusted. Slytherin disgust in seeing one of their own snogging a Gryffindor, a Weasley. Gryffindor disgust in seeing one of their own snogging a Slytherin, a Malfoy.
"Aww! I zink zat eat is lovely zat you encourage zis in your school, Dumbly- dorr." The headmistress of Beauxbaton giggled as she clapped her hands at the boys.
When the two finally pulled apart, Ron smiled a little apprehensively in Draco's direction and Draco laid a small hand on his shoulder for reassurance. "You said you wanted people to know."
Ron stared into Draco's eyes. They reflected a sincere amount of wariness. They reflected a child-like innocence, a question as to if they have done a good job. He awaited a comment, Draco did, he hoped he had done well for his lover.
Ron smiled in response, "Yes I did." But not like this, he wanted to say. Oh well, what's done is done and Ron had to suffer.
"Well, I'll be going back now." The blonde boy disclosed to him before giving him one last peck on those red pouty lips, as to prove to everyone, including Potter, Ron was his for the taking. Draco swiftly left lion territory to sit in the snake pit, awaiting his departure so as to return to his flame.
So, he stood, well climbed down back to his seat. Every single eye on him. A barrage of askance. So many pairs of judgement, silent congratulations, distrust and anger peered into him as he picked at his breakfast, head down. He could feel the wave of confusion and understanding coming from his right (//Good old Hermione// he thought), bitter anger towards the Slytherin who entered their territory from his front and a wave of black to his left. An emotional wave of bleak love, broken feelings and feelings of betrayal. Oh Harry.
Up on the professors' platform, a buzz of gossip and questioning arose. Now this was an unprecedented moment in Hogwarts' history. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin together, from the way that they came out or the simple fact that they came out, they seemed to be in love. A Weasley and Malfoy were supposed to fight, hate, loath each other. It had always been that way since Dumbledore himself was in school.
The Weasleys and Malfoy were completely opposite. They were both the oldest living pureblood wizarding family to date and that was all they have in common. All Malfoys were rich, cultured, sophisticated, knew the ways of the world. They were the epitome of high class. Then there were Weasleys, not always poor as the newest generation, but they were naïve, dependent more on their family and love than money. They were they exact replica of the Muggle Romantic literature hero. And as Dumbledore began to think about it a Malfoy and a Weasley would be perfect for the other. A Weasley could warm a Malfoy's heart and open him to the innocence of the world while a Malfoy would be loyal, protecting their loved one from they pain the world could be. Seeing as how they had usually experienced that first hand.
"But a Gryffindor and a Slytherin?" McGonagall questioned harshly. "Think of all the harassment they'll receive from others and hardships they'll face."
"I, for one, agree. This is no match made in heaven. We must supervise them, make sure they don't get hurt, by others or themselves." Snape reasoned. "They probably won't last long anyhow."
"Oh, Severus," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, "they'll work through this."
"Hogwarts has never seen this type of completely different *boys* get together." The Deputy Headmistress said.
"Ahh, you forget, Minerva. You mustn't fret. Hogwarts hasn't seen a relationship like this since Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin."
"Really, sir?"
"Yes, though a petty lovers' quarrel ended the greatest relationship in history. Plus, I believe those two we'll get along just fine."
Ron, not noticing the professors, decided that it would be best if he left. He couldn't take the murmuring and the whispering about him. So, he got up, with little protest from the people around him, his so-called friends, and proceeded to leave. Just as he reached the opened doors, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Not leaving without me, are you?" It was Draco, thankfully.
"Can we go and talk somewhere?"
"No second thoughts?" Draco's whole light demeanor changed to ice at the thought of him leaving.
"No. I just want to cry on your shoulder." Ron looked down at him through his eyelashes, not wanting a tear to slip by in front of everyone.
"Alright. We'll go to my room. It's private seeing as how it all mine."
Ron simply nodded as Draco put an indemnified arm around Ron. He wished he could protect Ron from this. He should have known better; Ron was sensitive and this kind of shock could kill him. Now, all he could do was be there, try to protect his boyfriend from the rest of the world.
Draco: *smirks* [wearing black boxers]
Ron: *smirks * [wearing red boxers]
Harry: *double smirks* [pulling on blue boxers]
Nov.02: *sounds like she's drunk* Thank you ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ for teaching them you know what...
Harry: Let's welcome *KIA* the newcomer! Hi!
Everyone: Welcome!
Harry: Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ for caring about me.
THNX ~*KC Matthews*~ WOW! She moved someone to tears. Sorry, she hasn't been responding to UR story/help! She's been relaxing with us.
Ron: Thanks ~*Andrea*~ she's writing a lemon as we fuck- I mean speak.
Draco: Nice cover up. *crawls over to lay next to Nov* Is she completely out of it.
Ron: *blushes* Thnx ~*Aloh Dark*~ for making us realize her potential and for your really kewl muses!
Thank you ~*sexy-as-ron*~ I never really realized your name! I love you! *glomps*
Thnx ~*Maleficent*~ Damn you and your snow, which we have no more of!
Draco: ~*Tuuli*~ All I have to say is that you better back that Gryffindor Keeper off!
Nov.02: Huh? Keepsake...what? Oh ~*Snowdrop*~ thought I 4got about you! Never! I love you since you love my nicknames.
Harry: How'd we get to thank U's?
Ron: *shrug*
Draco: So, she got 102 reviews, no suggestions. Alright..I guess, we'll have to give her 102 kisses, in strategic places, of course.
Everyone: Of course.
Nov.02: Now go read and be merry! *looks at the three muses and rubs her hands together* I can finally say that I love my muses! Now, be gone you nosy readers!
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Chpt 17
Never again! Never ever again will he stay up into the wee hours of the night to stay with Draco. Yes, it was fun and very stimulating in certain periods of the night but he only had 4 hours of sleep. How was a guy suppose to get on about the day with Charms, Transfiguration and double Potions with only a few hours of sleep under his belt?
Ron plopped down in his usual seat between Hermione and Harry. Though it was difficult to actually eat in comfort seeing as Hermione had plenty of letters surrounding her. As it seems, Rita Skeeter wrote an article saying that Hermione had broken Harry's heart. Of course, his ever-growing fan base was sending their thoughts about the situation. None too pleased.
"Morning Ron." Harry mumbled, sleep lacing every word.
"Didn't sleep much?" asked Ron as he placed some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on his plate.
"No. Did you?"
"No."
"I wonder where you were. I wanted to talk to you about something and when I go to check on you in your bed, seeing as how you said you were turning in early, but when I got there, I discovered that you were gone. Where did you go?" Harry interrogated.
"What's your problem? You're not my mother. You have no jurisdiction over me so I don't see why you're all worried. It's not like you could do anything." grumbled Ron. It was too damn early for arguing, especially on this wonderful Monday. Wonderfully dull.
"Ron, don't get all defensive. He was worried and so was I. Just tell us later I'm not up to hearing you two bicker over something frivolous." The brown haired girl commanded. The letters were finally starting to get to her. So, the two boys and the surrounding members of the table quieted and ate.
Though the peacefulness was not to stay for it was quickly blown away by a cold, cool persona.
Fred and George's spoons and forks stopped their clatter against their plates. They were perplexed, why was he here?
"Don't look now but there's a snake behind you, Ronny boy." George commented as he looked into grey eyes.
Ron looked at his brothers. What were they up to now? A snake, ah! They won't trick him, make a fool of him in front of everyone.
"I'm not going to react to that. You won't make a fool of me today fellas." Smirked Ron.
Harry turned around, wanting to see what to twins were speaking of. "What do you want Malfoy?"
A snake! A snake, Slytherin, evil....Draco. Oh no, what was he going to say now?
"Excuse me Potter but I'm looking for something of mine." His cultured voice spoke, obviously not wanting to deal with any distractions. This is what Ron wanted.
Draco seamlessly step up to the bench and stood up on the table. "I've seemingly misplaced something of mine and I think he strayed over here." He said loudly, getting everyone's attention, from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and of course Gryffindor. But even the professors were a bit interested in where this would go. The Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students watched in awe, what a great show!
He walked over dishes, with much gripe coming from the members of red and gold. He made one complete amble down the table in both directions until he stopped in front of Ron.
//Dear Merlin, please don't make him do anything stupid. Please, oh please//
A fair, well-manicured hand appeared in Ron's line of view.
"Come here." He whispered down to his fire. Oh, please let him come through on his wish, Malfoy prayed silently. And, miraculously, a freckled hand slid into his. Slightly clammy it was but at least he was doing it.
Draco pulled Ron up next to him. "Ahh, here it is." He announced to the room. "Kiss me." The boy whispered pleadingly. And so, Ron slid an arm over the shorter boy's shoulders and leaned forward until he felt the soft plushy warmth of his boyfriend's lips gently caressing his own.
In the background, there was an initial silence but that was broken by the Beauxbaton students catcalls and whistles. Strangely enough a few of their own classmates had joined in as well (Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff). But the boys' houses were in shock, totally disgusted. Slytherin disgust in seeing one of their own snogging a Gryffindor, a Weasley. Gryffindor disgust in seeing one of their own snogging a Slytherin, a Malfoy.
"Aww! I zink zat eat is lovely zat you encourage zis in your school, Dumbly- dorr." The headmistress of Beauxbaton giggled as she clapped her hands at the boys.
When the two finally pulled apart, Ron smiled a little apprehensively in Draco's direction and Draco laid a small hand on his shoulder for reassurance. "You said you wanted people to know."
Ron stared into Draco's eyes. They reflected a sincere amount of wariness. They reflected a child-like innocence, a question as to if they have done a good job. He awaited a comment, Draco did, he hoped he had done well for his lover.
Ron smiled in response, "Yes I did." But not like this, he wanted to say. Oh well, what's done is done and Ron had to suffer.
"Well, I'll be going back now." The blonde boy disclosed to him before giving him one last peck on those red pouty lips, as to prove to everyone, including Potter, Ron was his for the taking. Draco swiftly left lion territory to sit in the snake pit, awaiting his departure so as to return to his flame.
So, he stood, well climbed down back to his seat. Every single eye on him. A barrage of askance. So many pairs of judgement, silent congratulations, distrust and anger peered into him as he picked at his breakfast, head down. He could feel the wave of confusion and understanding coming from his right (//Good old Hermione// he thought), bitter anger towards the Slytherin who entered their territory from his front and a wave of black to his left. An emotional wave of bleak love, broken feelings and feelings of betrayal. Oh Harry.
Up on the professors' platform, a buzz of gossip and questioning arose. Now this was an unprecedented moment in Hogwarts' history. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin together, from the way that they came out or the simple fact that they came out, they seemed to be in love. A Weasley and Malfoy were supposed to fight, hate, loath each other. It had always been that way since Dumbledore himself was in school.
The Weasleys and Malfoy were completely opposite. They were both the oldest living pureblood wizarding family to date and that was all they have in common. All Malfoys were rich, cultured, sophisticated, knew the ways of the world. They were the epitome of high class. Then there were Weasleys, not always poor as the newest generation, but they were naïve, dependent more on their family and love than money. They were they exact replica of the Muggle Romantic literature hero. And as Dumbledore began to think about it a Malfoy and a Weasley would be perfect for the other. A Weasley could warm a Malfoy's heart and open him to the innocence of the world while a Malfoy would be loyal, protecting their loved one from they pain the world could be. Seeing as how they had usually experienced that first hand.
"But a Gryffindor and a Slytherin?" McGonagall questioned harshly. "Think of all the harassment they'll receive from others and hardships they'll face."
"I, for one, agree. This is no match made in heaven. We must supervise them, make sure they don't get hurt, by others or themselves." Snape reasoned. "They probably won't last long anyhow."
"Oh, Severus," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, "they'll work through this."
"Hogwarts has never seen this type of completely different *boys* get together." The Deputy Headmistress said.
"Ahh, you forget, Minerva. You mustn't fret. Hogwarts hasn't seen a relationship like this since Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin."
"Really, sir?"
"Yes, though a petty lovers' quarrel ended the greatest relationship in history. Plus, I believe those two we'll get along just fine."
Ron, not noticing the professors, decided that it would be best if he left. He couldn't take the murmuring and the whispering about him. So, he got up, with little protest from the people around him, his so-called friends, and proceeded to leave. Just as he reached the opened doors, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Not leaving without me, are you?" It was Draco, thankfully.
"Can we go and talk somewhere?"
"No second thoughts?" Draco's whole light demeanor changed to ice at the thought of him leaving.
"No. I just want to cry on your shoulder." Ron looked down at him through his eyelashes, not wanting a tear to slip by in front of everyone.
"Alright. We'll go to my room. It's private seeing as how it all mine."
Ron simply nodded as Draco put an indemnified arm around Ron. He wished he could protect Ron from this. He should have known better; Ron was sensitive and this kind of shock could kill him. Now, all he could do was be there, try to protect his boyfriend from the rest of the world.