Nov.02: *sigh* Woe is me!
Harry: Well, welcome to the club. What's wrong?
Nov.02: That chapter really sucked. I'm so serious. I didn't like it while I was writing it but I sent it out NE-ways. *stares out into Internet World at her faithful reviewers* I apologize. That was bad, wasn't? Tell me the truth. I'm planning to try and salvage that chappie and I hope this one will be worth your time. *pout*
Draco: What's going on? Finally realize that you write shite?
Nov.02: *looks over at Draco and cries*
Draco: I never knew it could cry.
Harry: You are so stupid. Ron doesn't deserve you.
Draco: Or you.
Nov.02: NE-WAYZ! Thank you ~*Snowdrop*~ for making me feel better!
THNX ~*Tom*~ Ron is so kewl, isn't he? U make me feel better!
Thanks ~*Aloh Dark*~ I'm proud of everyone in this story except for stupid Harry, though I LUV U! *points to MuseHarry*
THNX ~*...*~ I thought it was Zabini....but um..let's just say that there's a student there, that I created, that is named Zambini and is older. He also has the same name as the original Zabini. Now, small world, huh? Right?
Draco, Ron and Harry: Sure....
Draco: *coughIDIOTcough*
Nov.02: I'M TIRED OF YOU! SO NOW FEEL MY WRATH IN THIS CHAPTER!
Thanks ~*SparkySparkles*~ You on the other did not make me happy. U said it was ok! NOW GO TO A CORNER! Joking..LOLOLOL
THNX ~*Maleficent*~ Ron and Draco are going to go...far down the path of break-up since DRACO IS BEING MEAN!
And Thank you ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ sent you the story back! Pretty good!
So, um, I'm mad and I'm tired and I'm sleepy. BYE!
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Chpt 21
It was after dinner. The first dinner with Draco and Ron and the school. Ron was shunned to the end of his table while Draco decided to shun the rest of his House and sat with Ron. Hermione, a new fixture with the couple, sat with them as well, with Harry casting sideways glances to his friends, only seeing their betrayal.
Now, with one day down and all of eternity to go, Ron decided to pay Draco a visit. The stairway was a very handy thing for the two but at night it was a bit unsettling. The cold air crawling about the floor, the dark surrounding; it was very scary.
"Scary." he laughed, "I've played life-sized chess which I was severely injured in, almost lost my sister to a large snake thing and faced a supposed killer. And I'm afraid of this."
He soon reached to special brick that lead to his boyfriend's room, thankful for the firelight that came shining through as he touched it.
"Hello," said Draco, sitting on the floor in front of the fire, books strewn around him.
Ron walked over to the studious student, giving Draco a quick kiss. "What are you doing?" Ron wondered aloud, taking a seat next to him.
"Essays upon essays upon essays. You?"
"Nothing," Ron laid his head on his shoulder, reading a book that was upside down. "You're taking Roman/Greek Muggle Studies. I always wondered about taking that. Is it interesting?" Ron corrected the book, finishing the small article he was reading.
"Actually yes. I rather enjoy some of the outlandish myths of Zeus and his promiscuous ways, Apollo and, I believe, his son riding his Sun chariot, almost destroying the Earth. But my favorite would have to be of Jason and the Argonauts." Draco spoke, talking into the book he was pouring over.
"Weren't they the ones who went on this journey to collect the Golden Fleece?"
"Uh-huh."
"Is it in this book or that one?"
"The one you're reading. We have two books: one for Greek mythology, the other for Roman. I hate Roman mythology though it's essentially Greek."
"Oh,"
A peaceful silence awoke between them. Ron reading of Zeus and Echo, Draco answering some questions he was assigned.
"Why do you like Zeus so much? He's, well, um..."
"A male slut."
"Yeah. I like Athena, actually."
"I wouldn't doubt it. You know the Romans called her Minerva. As in Minerva McGonagall the Head of your House." Smiled Draco, still hunched over his books.
"Well, then, I like Phoebus Apollo."
"Really? I don't think we've talked too much about him. He might be next week's main topic." Draco leaned into Ron, "What's it say about him?"
"'Apollo is the god of the sun but not so much the rising and setting (although in some versions of myths he does drive the sun chariot). Helios is the god said to regulate this. Rather Apollo is the god said to possess the qualities of the sun: heat and light. Therefore he is considered the healing and the god of forgiveness for the purifying aspects of the sun; and he is considered the god of truth and intellect because he lets in the "light".'"
"Hmm, he thought he was the best looking out of all the gods I believe."
"Well, by these sculptures and pictures, he had fair reason to think that." Ron laughed as he saw Draco's face scrunch up in distaste.
"I don't see it."
"Jealous?"
"No."
"Sure. I simply love the way the Greeks explained the seasons with Demeter and Persephone."
"Isn't it all a bit romantic, in a sense? Not 'I love you' shite but the whole idea of fantasy and such."
"I guess but still, I wonder."
"'Bout what?" Draco questioned, closing his books and packing away his things.
"Zeus. Where does he get off going around sleeping with so many women?"
"Well, I wondered the same thing but Professor Pruden (A/N: She's actually my English teacher from last year who went over all the stuff!) explained it all. The Greeks gave the gods very humanistic characteristics, such as jealousy, as to give the gods and the people some sort of connection. And since Zeus was a man with power, married to an easily angered and jealous woman, who is also his sister, I think he went out to have some peace and quiet. He did fall in love with just about every woman he had sex with." Draco explained, seating next to Ron, staring into the fire, Ron leaning into his warmth, his scent.
"No wonder you like him so much. Don't be mad at me but, from what I've seen you do to me, heard the way you speak about it, I think you were kind of in his same predicament."
"Excuse me? What are you talking about? You're not making much sense." Draco pulled away, looking into Ron's anxiety-filled eyes.
"Well, like today. You were talking about Zambini and last summer. Did that really happen?"
That bored look appeared on his face, filled his eyes, masking any flicker of emotions that might want to be let out. Ron hated this.
"Yes."
"Well, how many times has that happened?"
"A few times. Nine." Draco seemed frozen in place, as if he could not, would not, should not disrupt Ron inquisition. He answered plainly, with precision. Just like the way his father taught him.
"So, um, did you do this thing a lot? I remember you once said that there were others, you didn't care about. I was the only one."
"Yes, I have."
"Are the rumors true? I've heard that you are the lover to many, mostly boys but the occasional girl. It's been said that whenever Malfoy calls upon you for a meeting, you're most likely to enjoy the sinful pleasures that will come. There's this one rumor that says you had a professor here, all of the Quidditch Captains and a few perfects and Head Boy from last year."
"All true. I do call upon men, women, boys and girls. Whenever I did call for someone it was for sex and I did have all the Quidditch Captains, three perfects, no Head Boy and no professor."
"How many lovers have you had in the past year?"
"Twenty. You are twenty-one."
"Oh," Ron was crestfallen. "Well, what do I say to that?"
"You say that you want to take back this conversation."
"No, I don't want to take this back! I should know that you've been, for lack of better terminology, whoring yourself about. Who knows what the hell you gave me?!" Ron boomed, not receiving a reaction from Draco.
"I gave you nothing. How could you think that? I would never put you in harms way. Do you not understand that I care about you?" Draco spoke, never looking into the Ron's eyes, but the fire was another thing.
"If you cared about me, at all, you would have confirmed those rumors, told me all about that act of adultery or whatever you did to me!" Ron had to stand, had to walk around; he had to get away from Malfoy. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I did tell you. And adultery! We weren't even together." He finally reacted, physically. He got up from his previous position on the floor, to stand in front of the angered redhead.
"So, we did just waltz into the blasted thing!"
"Blasted thing? Great way to talk about our relationship."
"Fine, we waltzed into this BLASTED relationship. We might have talked about this once before, but it takes so much more than a talk to straighten this out. This isn't some ordinary gay couple here, this is you and me!"
"And?" Draco said, hurt in his voice. Hurt because, well, he didn't know why. Maybe it's because he had never really felt disgraced about his past and now, Ron was making him feel horrible about it.
"And maybe I don't like this." He sighed, exasperated.
The final blow to the Malfoy ego. He thought that it was going well, strong. He thought they were going strong. "We just came out to the whole school two days ago. Now, if we weren't ready for that, we wouldn't have done it."
"Well, we didn't. You did."
"But you said-"
"I said that I wanted to tell some one about us, I wanted to one day *in the future* to tell the school!"
"You should've said in the future. I did that to prove to you that I didn't care about everyone except you."
What a crock of bullshit. "If you cared you would have told me about the one night stands. As I understand it, I was supposed to be just another one of those, right?"
"Yes," but Draco quickly finished before Ron could reply, "but look where we are now."
"Fighting."
"Loving each other."
"I would like to think that but....Merlin, what you've done? It's kinda made me wonder about things."
"Things?" Draco didn't like 'things'. He wanted specifics.
"You sleeping around. You being who you are. How this relationship started. All of my friends hating me. I just wonder if it's worth it sometimes." Sighed the Weasel, he was formerly called.
"Well, that hurts more than you'll ever know."
"What?"
"If you feel that it's not worth it, then, I haven't been doing my job as your boyfriend." The blonde, defeated boy sat down on the couch.
Sometimes Malfoy could be so melodramatic. "Oh, geez, this is what I am talking about. This is just a lover's quarrel and here you are thinking you've failed."
"Well, the way you've been speaking to me I would-"
Ron was tired. He was sick and tired. He shouldn't have come here tonight, he shouldn't be here. He was over this Malfoy hurt crap.
"Sometimes, Malfoy, I don't really understand why I put up with you."
All stopped, the air was still, their breathing slowing. Draco stood up, face to face with the boy. "What did you say?"
"I said 'sometimes, Malfoy, I don't really understand why I put up with you.'"
"What did you say before 'you couldn't put up with me'?" Draco questioned, urgency in his voice.
"Sometimes. What are you getting at?"
Draco's face contorted in a mask of agony. "You called me by my last name."
And the two stood face to face.
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The blonde haired man gracefully strode down the night-shaded hall. Tailor made shoes softly clicking to a halt. Where was his informant?
"Mr. Malfoy?" a timid voice called from a shadow.
"I don't have games to play. What did you mean 'Draco has lost sight of his future.'?"
"Haven't you heard, sir? Your son is seeing a boy." The coward shivered.
"I know this. He's been a little sexually active with men before in his lifetime. I want him to get it all out of his system before he has his duties to full-fill."
"This isn't just any boy. He's been known to be seeing Ronald Weasley."
A cold silence drafted about them. //So, this is where he gets his ice demeanor.// the person wondered.
"He's having relations with a Weasley?"
"I think he's doing much more that just having 'relations' with him. Monday, Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table during breakfast, made some production about losing something of his, grabbed Weasley, kissing him on top of the table."
"Really. Thank you. I will handle this from here on out. Now, go to bed. Don't want to be missing curfew. You could get into trouble." An eyebrow hitched. He watched the informant scamper off.
"Well, well, well, my dragon. What have you dragged in now?"
Harry: Well, welcome to the club. What's wrong?
Nov.02: That chapter really sucked. I'm so serious. I didn't like it while I was writing it but I sent it out NE-ways. *stares out into Internet World at her faithful reviewers* I apologize. That was bad, wasn't? Tell me the truth. I'm planning to try and salvage that chappie and I hope this one will be worth your time. *pout*
Draco: What's going on? Finally realize that you write shite?
Nov.02: *looks over at Draco and cries*
Draco: I never knew it could cry.
Harry: You are so stupid. Ron doesn't deserve you.
Draco: Or you.
Nov.02: NE-WAYZ! Thank you ~*Snowdrop*~ for making me feel better!
THNX ~*Tom*~ Ron is so kewl, isn't he? U make me feel better!
Thanks ~*Aloh Dark*~ I'm proud of everyone in this story except for stupid Harry, though I LUV U! *points to MuseHarry*
THNX ~*...*~ I thought it was Zabini....but um..let's just say that there's a student there, that I created, that is named Zambini and is older. He also has the same name as the original Zabini. Now, small world, huh? Right?
Draco, Ron and Harry: Sure....
Draco: *coughIDIOTcough*
Nov.02: I'M TIRED OF YOU! SO NOW FEEL MY WRATH IN THIS CHAPTER!
Thanks ~*SparkySparkles*~ You on the other did not make me happy. U said it was ok! NOW GO TO A CORNER! Joking..LOLOLOL
THNX ~*Maleficent*~ Ron and Draco are going to go...far down the path of break-up since DRACO IS BEING MEAN!
And Thank you ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ sent you the story back! Pretty good!
So, um, I'm mad and I'm tired and I'm sleepy. BYE!
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Chpt 21
It was after dinner. The first dinner with Draco and Ron and the school. Ron was shunned to the end of his table while Draco decided to shun the rest of his House and sat with Ron. Hermione, a new fixture with the couple, sat with them as well, with Harry casting sideways glances to his friends, only seeing their betrayal.
Now, with one day down and all of eternity to go, Ron decided to pay Draco a visit. The stairway was a very handy thing for the two but at night it was a bit unsettling. The cold air crawling about the floor, the dark surrounding; it was very scary.
"Scary." he laughed, "I've played life-sized chess which I was severely injured in, almost lost my sister to a large snake thing and faced a supposed killer. And I'm afraid of this."
He soon reached to special brick that lead to his boyfriend's room, thankful for the firelight that came shining through as he touched it.
"Hello," said Draco, sitting on the floor in front of the fire, books strewn around him.
Ron walked over to the studious student, giving Draco a quick kiss. "What are you doing?" Ron wondered aloud, taking a seat next to him.
"Essays upon essays upon essays. You?"
"Nothing," Ron laid his head on his shoulder, reading a book that was upside down. "You're taking Roman/Greek Muggle Studies. I always wondered about taking that. Is it interesting?" Ron corrected the book, finishing the small article he was reading.
"Actually yes. I rather enjoy some of the outlandish myths of Zeus and his promiscuous ways, Apollo and, I believe, his son riding his Sun chariot, almost destroying the Earth. But my favorite would have to be of Jason and the Argonauts." Draco spoke, talking into the book he was pouring over.
"Weren't they the ones who went on this journey to collect the Golden Fleece?"
"Uh-huh."
"Is it in this book or that one?"
"The one you're reading. We have two books: one for Greek mythology, the other for Roman. I hate Roman mythology though it's essentially Greek."
"Oh,"
A peaceful silence awoke between them. Ron reading of Zeus and Echo, Draco answering some questions he was assigned.
"Why do you like Zeus so much? He's, well, um..."
"A male slut."
"Yeah. I like Athena, actually."
"I wouldn't doubt it. You know the Romans called her Minerva. As in Minerva McGonagall the Head of your House." Smiled Draco, still hunched over his books.
"Well, then, I like Phoebus Apollo."
"Really? I don't think we've talked too much about him. He might be next week's main topic." Draco leaned into Ron, "What's it say about him?"
"'Apollo is the god of the sun but not so much the rising and setting (although in some versions of myths he does drive the sun chariot). Helios is the god said to regulate this. Rather Apollo is the god said to possess the qualities of the sun: heat and light. Therefore he is considered the healing and the god of forgiveness for the purifying aspects of the sun; and he is considered the god of truth and intellect because he lets in the "light".'"
"Hmm, he thought he was the best looking out of all the gods I believe."
"Well, by these sculptures and pictures, he had fair reason to think that." Ron laughed as he saw Draco's face scrunch up in distaste.
"I don't see it."
"Jealous?"
"No."
"Sure. I simply love the way the Greeks explained the seasons with Demeter and Persephone."
"Isn't it all a bit romantic, in a sense? Not 'I love you' shite but the whole idea of fantasy and such."
"I guess but still, I wonder."
"'Bout what?" Draco questioned, closing his books and packing away his things.
"Zeus. Where does he get off going around sleeping with so many women?"
"Well, I wondered the same thing but Professor Pruden (A/N: She's actually my English teacher from last year who went over all the stuff!) explained it all. The Greeks gave the gods very humanistic characteristics, such as jealousy, as to give the gods and the people some sort of connection. And since Zeus was a man with power, married to an easily angered and jealous woman, who is also his sister, I think he went out to have some peace and quiet. He did fall in love with just about every woman he had sex with." Draco explained, seating next to Ron, staring into the fire, Ron leaning into his warmth, his scent.
"No wonder you like him so much. Don't be mad at me but, from what I've seen you do to me, heard the way you speak about it, I think you were kind of in his same predicament."
"Excuse me? What are you talking about? You're not making much sense." Draco pulled away, looking into Ron's anxiety-filled eyes.
"Well, like today. You were talking about Zambini and last summer. Did that really happen?"
That bored look appeared on his face, filled his eyes, masking any flicker of emotions that might want to be let out. Ron hated this.
"Yes."
"Well, how many times has that happened?"
"A few times. Nine." Draco seemed frozen in place, as if he could not, would not, should not disrupt Ron inquisition. He answered plainly, with precision. Just like the way his father taught him.
"So, um, did you do this thing a lot? I remember you once said that there were others, you didn't care about. I was the only one."
"Yes, I have."
"Are the rumors true? I've heard that you are the lover to many, mostly boys but the occasional girl. It's been said that whenever Malfoy calls upon you for a meeting, you're most likely to enjoy the sinful pleasures that will come. There's this one rumor that says you had a professor here, all of the Quidditch Captains and a few perfects and Head Boy from last year."
"All true. I do call upon men, women, boys and girls. Whenever I did call for someone it was for sex and I did have all the Quidditch Captains, three perfects, no Head Boy and no professor."
"How many lovers have you had in the past year?"
"Twenty. You are twenty-one."
"Oh," Ron was crestfallen. "Well, what do I say to that?"
"You say that you want to take back this conversation."
"No, I don't want to take this back! I should know that you've been, for lack of better terminology, whoring yourself about. Who knows what the hell you gave me?!" Ron boomed, not receiving a reaction from Draco.
"I gave you nothing. How could you think that? I would never put you in harms way. Do you not understand that I care about you?" Draco spoke, never looking into the Ron's eyes, but the fire was another thing.
"If you cared about me, at all, you would have confirmed those rumors, told me all about that act of adultery or whatever you did to me!" Ron had to stand, had to walk around; he had to get away from Malfoy. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I did tell you. And adultery! We weren't even together." He finally reacted, physically. He got up from his previous position on the floor, to stand in front of the angered redhead.
"So, we did just waltz into the blasted thing!"
"Blasted thing? Great way to talk about our relationship."
"Fine, we waltzed into this BLASTED relationship. We might have talked about this once before, but it takes so much more than a talk to straighten this out. This isn't some ordinary gay couple here, this is you and me!"
"And?" Draco said, hurt in his voice. Hurt because, well, he didn't know why. Maybe it's because he had never really felt disgraced about his past and now, Ron was making him feel horrible about it.
"And maybe I don't like this." He sighed, exasperated.
The final blow to the Malfoy ego. He thought that it was going well, strong. He thought they were going strong. "We just came out to the whole school two days ago. Now, if we weren't ready for that, we wouldn't have done it."
"Well, we didn't. You did."
"But you said-"
"I said that I wanted to tell some one about us, I wanted to one day *in the future* to tell the school!"
"You should've said in the future. I did that to prove to you that I didn't care about everyone except you."
What a crock of bullshit. "If you cared you would have told me about the one night stands. As I understand it, I was supposed to be just another one of those, right?"
"Yes," but Draco quickly finished before Ron could reply, "but look where we are now."
"Fighting."
"Loving each other."
"I would like to think that but....Merlin, what you've done? It's kinda made me wonder about things."
"Things?" Draco didn't like 'things'. He wanted specifics.
"You sleeping around. You being who you are. How this relationship started. All of my friends hating me. I just wonder if it's worth it sometimes." Sighed the Weasel, he was formerly called.
"Well, that hurts more than you'll ever know."
"What?"
"If you feel that it's not worth it, then, I haven't been doing my job as your boyfriend." The blonde, defeated boy sat down on the couch.
Sometimes Malfoy could be so melodramatic. "Oh, geez, this is what I am talking about. This is just a lover's quarrel and here you are thinking you've failed."
"Well, the way you've been speaking to me I would-"
Ron was tired. He was sick and tired. He shouldn't have come here tonight, he shouldn't be here. He was over this Malfoy hurt crap.
"Sometimes, Malfoy, I don't really understand why I put up with you."
All stopped, the air was still, their breathing slowing. Draco stood up, face to face with the boy. "What did you say?"
"I said 'sometimes, Malfoy, I don't really understand why I put up with you.'"
"What did you say before 'you couldn't put up with me'?" Draco questioned, urgency in his voice.
"Sometimes. What are you getting at?"
Draco's face contorted in a mask of agony. "You called me by my last name."
And the two stood face to face.
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The blonde haired man gracefully strode down the night-shaded hall. Tailor made shoes softly clicking to a halt. Where was his informant?
"Mr. Malfoy?" a timid voice called from a shadow.
"I don't have games to play. What did you mean 'Draco has lost sight of his future.'?"
"Haven't you heard, sir? Your son is seeing a boy." The coward shivered.
"I know this. He's been a little sexually active with men before in his lifetime. I want him to get it all out of his system before he has his duties to full-fill."
"This isn't just any boy. He's been known to be seeing Ronald Weasley."
A cold silence drafted about them. //So, this is where he gets his ice demeanor.// the person wondered.
"He's having relations with a Weasley?"
"I think he's doing much more that just having 'relations' with him. Monday, Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table during breakfast, made some production about losing something of his, grabbed Weasley, kissing him on top of the table."
"Really. Thank you. I will handle this from here on out. Now, go to bed. Don't want to be missing curfew. You could get into trouble." An eyebrow hitched. He watched the informant scamper off.
"Well, well, well, my dragon. What have you dragged in now?"