Draco: It seems like she's finally ran herself ragged. *stares at Nov who
is lying on the floor, hair a mess, pencil stuck in her hair and a trig
book open on the floor, a monologue due tomorrow on top of her face*
Nov.02: The linear angle of a gear under a conveyor belt with a radian of 45in is maybe homicide was extreme but that doesn't mean I'm evil.
Harry: *by her side* It'll be okay. *takes away the Mt. Dew* These things are worse than coffee.
Ron: *slowly typing at the computer* I really should have taken those keyboarding classes. *hunt, peck, hunt peck*
Draco: *rolls eyes* Move. *starts typing*
Ron and Harry: Woah.
Draco: Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ here's Pott-head's reaction.
THNX ~*Snowdrop*~ of course something will happen to us. She wouldn't be her if she didn't.
Thank ~*Andrea*~ I adore you too, but don't scream. And cross-contamination was Ron's fork in my food though my fork went in his mouth....still confused, so am I.
Thanks ~*Dana Malfoy*~ wow..I've got twin sisters. I'm apart of a quadruplet! And 4 brothers! *runs to them* I'm not alone in our fucked up family!
Ron: Well, he'll be gone for a while. *hunt, peck* THNX~*KC Matthews*~ u gave her block-y-ness...U know in the form of writer's.
Nov.02: In the form of radian over seconds-I gotta go, community service!
Harry: Hush...trig and monologues don't mix.
Ron: But we still love you KC!
Thank you ~*Aloh Dark*~ always lean forward when u have a nosebleed or else the blood will go down UR wind pipe and you'll choke on UR blood.
THNX ~*gHoSt WriTTeR*~ okay, it'll just be a collection of one-shot scenes which will tell of others things that'll go on..like this 3-some I'm hearing about and sometimes, while she writes the companion to this story, she'll refer you to a chapter.
Harry: Thank you ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ now where is this story Lindsey was telling Nov about.
Thanks ~*Maleficent*~ She's already written the Epilogue and the next story is about a divorce that will happen either between a couple we know about or a new couple everyone will met.
THNX ~*moj*~ I hate that too! But she kinda started this out with the two of them sleeping 2gether but it was supposed to be a lemon and that's all. But now! Look at it!
And Thank you ~*Sheena*~ though U were already talked to u! Where the heck the new chapter!
Nov.02: NEW CHAPTER! I MUST DO A NEW CHAPTER!!!!!
Everyone (including Draco who finally came back but minus Nov): NO!
Nov.02: Fine, now read!
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Chpt 20
"How dare that little fag do that?!"
"Harry, keep it down." Hermione rasped out as she looked over her shoulder, to see if everyone had left to go upstairs. All day, people were gossiping about the new couple. Some were accepting but many were appalled, disgusted that two boys or a Gryffindor could go out with a Slytherin. Especially those in Gryffindor.
"How could you say that? He's your best friend!"
"Not any longer. How could he kiss that bastard? Without telling me...us." He yelped, plopping down on a couch.
"Well, I understand why he did it. Look at you! You're going mental."
"And you're not? How could he? He's dating that...that...thing and he never told us."
"Yes he did. Sort of. He told us it was bad, the guy he's been with, but I doubt if Malfoy is all bad." She reasoned.
"Yeah, Malfoy, not bad. After all he did torment you with names like Mudblood, teased Ron to no end, then he has tried to harm me! I can see the good."
"Harry! What is wrong with you? You are his best friend and you are acting like all the rest! I understand the hurt you are feeling but you have to realize what pain he's going through. He hasn't been seen all day! He might be off sulking somewhere and you're here, whining like a spoiled brat! Harry, Ron is in love with Malfoy."
Harry did a double take. "Ron is in love with Malfoy? How can you tell?"
"How couldn't you?! You were right there while they were on the table. I could here the pleading in Malfoy's voice. Like he thought Ron wouldn't do it. And if Ron didn't have some feelings for him, then he would have left him high and dry up on that table! You know, I know and so does everyone else. The only reason they are gossiping about is either they can't handle homosexuality, they wanted the other for their own or they are shocked about the whole Slytherin/Gryffindor pair."
"But-"
"You really need to get over yourself Harry. You are his best friend and you aren't there to help him out."
"Would you?"
Hermione sat directly in front of the upset hero on the small coffee table, taking his hands into hers. "As soon as I find him, I'm going to tell him how proud I am of him and Draco. I'm going to tell them that I'm happy for them and accept them."
"Draco!" He took his hands out of her grasp, "What is wrong with you? You act like you really care, calling him by his first name."
"I do! Please forgive me for this but.....Damn you Harry Potter and your pride to Hell! I don't care if Ron is with Draco. Ron is finally happy. And if you can't see that, I feel sorry for you."
"Don't," he grumbled, staring into the fire.
"Harry," she sighed, "I know why you're acting like this. You're in love with him, aren't you?"
Her soft brown eyes bore into emerald green. How did she know?
"Yes," he whispered, a scowl on his face, hurt and tears in his eyes.
"I thought so." Hermione didn't like the fact that they were together for a period of time. She didn't like the fact that Ron did it so he could feel better. And she certainly didn't like that Harry did it so he could feel better. But that's the past and now Harry had fallen head over heels for Ron. "Actually, I know all about your little tryst with him."
His world collapsed from under him. "How did you know?"
"You know when you were hustling and bustling out, getting ready to go to the emergency meetings. Ron had just gotten out of the hospital and he told me how the guy, Draco I guess now, came back, told him how much he cared about him and Ron fell for it. As he said. Then, he told me about how you two had...relations a few times." She feed him each piece of information slowly as not to completely shock him.
"He told you!" He jumped out of his seat but Hermione pushed him back down.
"Yes, he told me everything. Well, not in detail, but I know the jest of things."
"You must hate me." He sighed with unctuous filling his voice. "I would."
"I don't hate you, Harry." Hermione put a comforting arm around the depressed boy. Nothing good could come of this, she always knew it.
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It was a brand new happy day. A new day of sunshine and clear blue skies. A new day of fresh starts, bright colors and deep earth tones. Well, not really, the earth tones were Ron's eyes but they were outside.
It was once again time for class; Care of Magical Creatures. The two were there earlier, seeing as how they skipped breakfast to come and walk around outside. Also, with Ron's forcefulness, Draco apologized to Hagrid. Ron wanted him to start on a clean slate with the giant. Now, both were leaned against the corral fence, turned to the other. The bell rang, signaling the end of breakfast.
"So, are you ready?" smiled Draco, squinting, watching as a few students straggled their way out to the grounds.
"Hell no. But I'll survive." Replied Ron.
"Good, because here comes your friends. Let's see how the righteous Gryffindors respond."
"Respond? To what?"
Draco stared at Ron. Sometimes he could be wonderfully thick. "Us. The fact that I've taken one of their own into my grasp. For this."
As the students were rounding the small hill that would lead to their class, with Ron and Draco in view, Draco leaned forward, laughing at nothing, hand on Ron's chest, Ron confused. When Draco regained composure, he grinned up at his love, kissing him gently on the cheek.
"Okay," Ron wondered. "You're rather cheeky this morning. Save that for later."
While the two were smiling and enjoying each other's company, the other classmates, who were Slytherin and Gryffindor, watched with disdain. But two particular classmates decided to talk to them, much to one's chagrin.
"Ron," Hermione spoke.
"Hermione," he replied, with much hesitation and force in his voice.
"Stop acting so gay." Harry reprimanded, commenting on the previous actions.
"Well, that's what us queers do." Draco quirked an eyebrow. He was ready for what the Pott-head was going to say.
"Anyway," Hermione placed a hand on Ron's arm to get his attention, "I'm not here to say anything except, I missed you last night. Weren't we supposed to be studying for the up-and-coming exams."
A sigh a relief washed over Ron, "Yeah, well, I doubt that I would have be comfortable with the ever watchful eyes." He glanced over his shoulder to see many looking, gossiping, about him.
"I'll say,"
"Good morning, Potter. I see you and that ugly scar of yours woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Smiled Draco, much sarcasm masking the cliché.
"Yes, well you seemed to have awaken quite nicely. Though, I doubt that smile must be about the fact that you've corrupted Ron. What are you going to do to him? You've already condemned him to Hell for your acts. What else are you planning on doing? Let him join in on you and your father's sex games?" Harry sneered.
"Harry," rasped out Hermione, "be quiet. You should just be quiet before you get yourself into trouble."
"For once I will agree with Granger. You might want to chose your words for which maybe your body won't be able to make up for." The ice had transformed Draco into Malfoy.
"What would you do to me? Nothing because-"
"Your Mr. Un-fucking-touchable." Said Ron. "Your Harry Potter. Though you whine about the people, who treat you, well, mistreat you, you fucking love the attention. Yes, you don't get it at home, you're abused, but here you are the fucking star! You just pop into this world and have every little thing handed to you on a silver platter. Geez! Must you control everything? Hermione and I have given up so much for, risked so much for you. And now, one of us is happy and all you can do is groan and moan about it. Can't I be happy for one fucking day of my life?"
Everyone stared at Ron. He had been silent during all of this; but what he decided to speak about was what counted.
Harry stared at him, lost for words; Hermione watched Ron, wondering what kind of effect Draco had on Ron, the good and bad. Draco, damn proud that Ron had finally spoken his mind.
"Fine, if that's how you feel about it? I wish you two the best of luck, though I doubt that you will make it pass this class. Many don't approve of you." Harry backed away, defeated. "You coming?" he directed to Hermione.
"I think I'll stay here."
With that, the Boy Wonder trudged towards the group of gossiping 5th year boys, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike.
"Granger?" Malfoy questioned, a perfect eyebrow arched.
"Malfoy?" smiled the brown haired girl.
Before the two could exchange more words, another, older Slytherin boy came along: Blaise Zambini (A/N: He is older, right?). As he approached the corral, a sneer had already implanted itself on his angular face.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Hogwarts golden couple. The fairy and queer." He growled.
Hagrid emerged from his hut in time to stop more exchange of "words". "What is it you want Zambini?"
"Professor Moody needs more rats to test the Curses on."
"Fine, wait here." And back he went inside.
"So, " Zambini said, "what are you poofters doing out here. Shouldn't you be off fucking any and everything you can? I hear there are some little 1st year boys wondering the halls. Do you want me to direct you to them so you can suck them off?"
The anger boiled inside Ron but Draco put an arm in front of Ron, "Let me handle this."
He stepped up to the elder Slytherin, fixing his upturned collar.
"Don't touch me. I don't want you germs on me."
"Well, after you spoke about sucking off, I thought you were offering once again." Malfoy stated, a lazy smile on his lips, a bored expression on his face. This statement caused everyone to convene around the two.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, as my memory serves me, last summer you had always seemed to invite yourself over to my house. You especially invited yourself into my shower while I was still inside."
Everyone began to whisper while Zambini looked around, nervously. "You believe this pillow-biter?"
"Pillow-biter? Weren't you the one screaming into the pillow as I rammed into you? You were always below me: in status and in position. Didn't you used to always get on your knees, my hard cock in your face, your hands, your mouth? You would say that you were not worthy to suck me off but you were more than happy to assist me in the relief of my 'tension'. That you were more than happy to take a squirt of cum to the face." He sneered, the sleepy look still on his face.
"I-no-you said you would never mention that." He hissed. Hagrid once again emerged from his hut, a cage of rats in his hands.
"Now, take your rats and go bitch." Commanded Draco. The other on-lookers didn't know where to laugh, agree or rebel against Draco, so they went on to their lesson, which had begun with the toll of the bell.
Hermione stared on, amazed, "I think I'm going to like him."
Nov.02: The linear angle of a gear under a conveyor belt with a radian of 45in is maybe homicide was extreme but that doesn't mean I'm evil.
Harry: *by her side* It'll be okay. *takes away the Mt. Dew* These things are worse than coffee.
Ron: *slowly typing at the computer* I really should have taken those keyboarding classes. *hunt, peck, hunt peck*
Draco: *rolls eyes* Move. *starts typing*
Ron and Harry: Woah.
Draco: Thank you ~*SparkySparkles*~ here's Pott-head's reaction.
THNX ~*Snowdrop*~ of course something will happen to us. She wouldn't be her if she didn't.
Thank ~*Andrea*~ I adore you too, but don't scream. And cross-contamination was Ron's fork in my food though my fork went in his mouth....still confused, so am I.
Thanks ~*Dana Malfoy*~ wow..I've got twin sisters. I'm apart of a quadruplet! And 4 brothers! *runs to them* I'm not alone in our fucked up family!
Ron: Well, he'll be gone for a while. *hunt, peck* THNX~*KC Matthews*~ u gave her block-y-ness...U know in the form of writer's.
Nov.02: In the form of radian over seconds-I gotta go, community service!
Harry: Hush...trig and monologues don't mix.
Ron: But we still love you KC!
Thank you ~*Aloh Dark*~ always lean forward when u have a nosebleed or else the blood will go down UR wind pipe and you'll choke on UR blood.
THNX ~*gHoSt WriTTeR*~ okay, it'll just be a collection of one-shot scenes which will tell of others things that'll go on..like this 3-some I'm hearing about and sometimes, while she writes the companion to this story, she'll refer you to a chapter.
Harry: Thank you ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ now where is this story Lindsey was telling Nov about.
Thanks ~*Maleficent*~ She's already written the Epilogue and the next story is about a divorce that will happen either between a couple we know about or a new couple everyone will met.
THNX ~*moj*~ I hate that too! But she kinda started this out with the two of them sleeping 2gether but it was supposed to be a lemon and that's all. But now! Look at it!
And Thank you ~*Sheena*~ though U were already talked to u! Where the heck the new chapter!
Nov.02: NEW CHAPTER! I MUST DO A NEW CHAPTER!!!!!
Everyone (including Draco who finally came back but minus Nov): NO!
Nov.02: Fine, now read!
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Chpt 20
"How dare that little fag do that?!"
"Harry, keep it down." Hermione rasped out as she looked over her shoulder, to see if everyone had left to go upstairs. All day, people were gossiping about the new couple. Some were accepting but many were appalled, disgusted that two boys or a Gryffindor could go out with a Slytherin. Especially those in Gryffindor.
"How could you say that? He's your best friend!"
"Not any longer. How could he kiss that bastard? Without telling me...us." He yelped, plopping down on a couch.
"Well, I understand why he did it. Look at you! You're going mental."
"And you're not? How could he? He's dating that...that...thing and he never told us."
"Yes he did. Sort of. He told us it was bad, the guy he's been with, but I doubt if Malfoy is all bad." She reasoned.
"Yeah, Malfoy, not bad. After all he did torment you with names like Mudblood, teased Ron to no end, then he has tried to harm me! I can see the good."
"Harry! What is wrong with you? You are his best friend and you are acting like all the rest! I understand the hurt you are feeling but you have to realize what pain he's going through. He hasn't been seen all day! He might be off sulking somewhere and you're here, whining like a spoiled brat! Harry, Ron is in love with Malfoy."
Harry did a double take. "Ron is in love with Malfoy? How can you tell?"
"How couldn't you?! You were right there while they were on the table. I could here the pleading in Malfoy's voice. Like he thought Ron wouldn't do it. And if Ron didn't have some feelings for him, then he would have left him high and dry up on that table! You know, I know and so does everyone else. The only reason they are gossiping about is either they can't handle homosexuality, they wanted the other for their own or they are shocked about the whole Slytherin/Gryffindor pair."
"But-"
"You really need to get over yourself Harry. You are his best friend and you aren't there to help him out."
"Would you?"
Hermione sat directly in front of the upset hero on the small coffee table, taking his hands into hers. "As soon as I find him, I'm going to tell him how proud I am of him and Draco. I'm going to tell them that I'm happy for them and accept them."
"Draco!" He took his hands out of her grasp, "What is wrong with you? You act like you really care, calling him by his first name."
"I do! Please forgive me for this but.....Damn you Harry Potter and your pride to Hell! I don't care if Ron is with Draco. Ron is finally happy. And if you can't see that, I feel sorry for you."
"Don't," he grumbled, staring into the fire.
"Harry," she sighed, "I know why you're acting like this. You're in love with him, aren't you?"
Her soft brown eyes bore into emerald green. How did she know?
"Yes," he whispered, a scowl on his face, hurt and tears in his eyes.
"I thought so." Hermione didn't like the fact that they were together for a period of time. She didn't like the fact that Ron did it so he could feel better. And she certainly didn't like that Harry did it so he could feel better. But that's the past and now Harry had fallen head over heels for Ron. "Actually, I know all about your little tryst with him."
His world collapsed from under him. "How did you know?"
"You know when you were hustling and bustling out, getting ready to go to the emergency meetings. Ron had just gotten out of the hospital and he told me how the guy, Draco I guess now, came back, told him how much he cared about him and Ron fell for it. As he said. Then, he told me about how you two had...relations a few times." She feed him each piece of information slowly as not to completely shock him.
"He told you!" He jumped out of his seat but Hermione pushed him back down.
"Yes, he told me everything. Well, not in detail, but I know the jest of things."
"You must hate me." He sighed with unctuous filling his voice. "I would."
"I don't hate you, Harry." Hermione put a comforting arm around the depressed boy. Nothing good could come of this, she always knew it.
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It was a brand new happy day. A new day of sunshine and clear blue skies. A new day of fresh starts, bright colors and deep earth tones. Well, not really, the earth tones were Ron's eyes but they were outside.
It was once again time for class; Care of Magical Creatures. The two were there earlier, seeing as how they skipped breakfast to come and walk around outside. Also, with Ron's forcefulness, Draco apologized to Hagrid. Ron wanted him to start on a clean slate with the giant. Now, both were leaned against the corral fence, turned to the other. The bell rang, signaling the end of breakfast.
"So, are you ready?" smiled Draco, squinting, watching as a few students straggled their way out to the grounds.
"Hell no. But I'll survive." Replied Ron.
"Good, because here comes your friends. Let's see how the righteous Gryffindors respond."
"Respond? To what?"
Draco stared at Ron. Sometimes he could be wonderfully thick. "Us. The fact that I've taken one of their own into my grasp. For this."
As the students were rounding the small hill that would lead to their class, with Ron and Draco in view, Draco leaned forward, laughing at nothing, hand on Ron's chest, Ron confused. When Draco regained composure, he grinned up at his love, kissing him gently on the cheek.
"Okay," Ron wondered. "You're rather cheeky this morning. Save that for later."
While the two were smiling and enjoying each other's company, the other classmates, who were Slytherin and Gryffindor, watched with disdain. But two particular classmates decided to talk to them, much to one's chagrin.
"Ron," Hermione spoke.
"Hermione," he replied, with much hesitation and force in his voice.
"Stop acting so gay." Harry reprimanded, commenting on the previous actions.
"Well, that's what us queers do." Draco quirked an eyebrow. He was ready for what the Pott-head was going to say.
"Anyway," Hermione placed a hand on Ron's arm to get his attention, "I'm not here to say anything except, I missed you last night. Weren't we supposed to be studying for the up-and-coming exams."
A sigh a relief washed over Ron, "Yeah, well, I doubt that I would have be comfortable with the ever watchful eyes." He glanced over his shoulder to see many looking, gossiping, about him.
"I'll say,"
"Good morning, Potter. I see you and that ugly scar of yours woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Smiled Draco, much sarcasm masking the cliché.
"Yes, well you seemed to have awaken quite nicely. Though, I doubt that smile must be about the fact that you've corrupted Ron. What are you going to do to him? You've already condemned him to Hell for your acts. What else are you planning on doing? Let him join in on you and your father's sex games?" Harry sneered.
"Harry," rasped out Hermione, "be quiet. You should just be quiet before you get yourself into trouble."
"For once I will agree with Granger. You might want to chose your words for which maybe your body won't be able to make up for." The ice had transformed Draco into Malfoy.
"What would you do to me? Nothing because-"
"Your Mr. Un-fucking-touchable." Said Ron. "Your Harry Potter. Though you whine about the people, who treat you, well, mistreat you, you fucking love the attention. Yes, you don't get it at home, you're abused, but here you are the fucking star! You just pop into this world and have every little thing handed to you on a silver platter. Geez! Must you control everything? Hermione and I have given up so much for, risked so much for you. And now, one of us is happy and all you can do is groan and moan about it. Can't I be happy for one fucking day of my life?"
Everyone stared at Ron. He had been silent during all of this; but what he decided to speak about was what counted.
Harry stared at him, lost for words; Hermione watched Ron, wondering what kind of effect Draco had on Ron, the good and bad. Draco, damn proud that Ron had finally spoken his mind.
"Fine, if that's how you feel about it? I wish you two the best of luck, though I doubt that you will make it pass this class. Many don't approve of you." Harry backed away, defeated. "You coming?" he directed to Hermione.
"I think I'll stay here."
With that, the Boy Wonder trudged towards the group of gossiping 5th year boys, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike.
"Granger?" Malfoy questioned, a perfect eyebrow arched.
"Malfoy?" smiled the brown haired girl.
Before the two could exchange more words, another, older Slytherin boy came along: Blaise Zambini (A/N: He is older, right?). As he approached the corral, a sneer had already implanted itself on his angular face.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Hogwarts golden couple. The fairy and queer." He growled.
Hagrid emerged from his hut in time to stop more exchange of "words". "What is it you want Zambini?"
"Professor Moody needs more rats to test the Curses on."
"Fine, wait here." And back he went inside.
"So, " Zambini said, "what are you poofters doing out here. Shouldn't you be off fucking any and everything you can? I hear there are some little 1st year boys wondering the halls. Do you want me to direct you to them so you can suck them off?"
The anger boiled inside Ron but Draco put an arm in front of Ron, "Let me handle this."
He stepped up to the elder Slytherin, fixing his upturned collar.
"Don't touch me. I don't want you germs on me."
"Well, after you spoke about sucking off, I thought you were offering once again." Malfoy stated, a lazy smile on his lips, a bored expression on his face. This statement caused everyone to convene around the two.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, as my memory serves me, last summer you had always seemed to invite yourself over to my house. You especially invited yourself into my shower while I was still inside."
Everyone began to whisper while Zambini looked around, nervously. "You believe this pillow-biter?"
"Pillow-biter? Weren't you the one screaming into the pillow as I rammed into you? You were always below me: in status and in position. Didn't you used to always get on your knees, my hard cock in your face, your hands, your mouth? You would say that you were not worthy to suck me off but you were more than happy to assist me in the relief of my 'tension'. That you were more than happy to take a squirt of cum to the face." He sneered, the sleepy look still on his face.
"I-no-you said you would never mention that." He hissed. Hagrid once again emerged from his hut, a cage of rats in his hands.
"Now, take your rats and go bitch." Commanded Draco. The other on-lookers didn't know where to laugh, agree or rebel against Draco, so they went on to their lesson, which had begun with the toll of the bell.
Hermione stared on, amazed, "I think I'm going to like him."