Nov.02: I just went to go see Harry Potter 2 again at the Cinema Café in
the mall. I saw some of my friends there....it was soooooooo much fun! And
a soon as they got to Harry speaking as a Parselmouth I was like: 'I forgot
how sexy that was!'. So I'm going to work that into a sex scene. Maybe I'll
do it whenever I write the 3-some or in a lemon with him and Ron! Kewl-
ness! I'm happy now!
Draco: *seeks into the room, gets a book and runs back upstairs, still scared from last time*
Nov.02: I LOVE DRACO MALFOY! I LOVE YOU!
Draco: *walks back downstairs* Huh? You're not mad?
Nov.02: *skips over to him* No! *kisses him sweetly on the cheek*
Ron: What's going on? I thought you were all mad and stuff?
Harry: She went to the movie and saw of Muggle counterparts.
Nov.02: Yeah. I LOVE YOU ALL! *kisses the other two on the cheek* I LOVE YOU MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS! *hugs the screen*
Draco: I like her when she's happy! Though this chapter is not cool for me and Ron!
Nov.02: I gotta stick to the plot dear.
Harry: I'm getting fucked sooner or later so I'm happy! Thank you ~*me*~ she won't be hurting me for long. I took a peek at her notes and it's goodness for me!
Thanks ~*SparkySparkles*~ your command was granted!
THNX ~*cihbecca*~ long time no see! U R so lucky! All we got was rain.
Ron: I don't talk too much during these anymore. Why is that?
Nov.02: Because you don't piss me off and I love you so I don't want to overexert yourself because of all of this crap, in the story!
Ron: Oh! Okay! Thanks ~*Sheena*~ u weren't being rude. Just assertive!
Thank you ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ UR story was pretty good! Everyone loves me! Mrs. Pruden will give you a lot of work but she's kewl! You'll use all of her handouts later in life. Trust me, she uses them a lot! U know Innocence of the Heart? She read them and liked it a lot. She even wrote Nov.02 a letter about how good it was!
THNX ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ Hi! What's up? Long time no...well, you know! LOLOLOL
Harry: Hi!
Draco: Hey baby!
Nov.02: I hate you Malfoy. Don't call her that!
Ron: Thank you ~*Aloh Dark*~ she's not evil!
Draco: She's like crazy evil. Mad scientist evil!
THNX ~*Dana Malfoy*~ my sister, what story may this be? I miss the rest of the siblings!
And Thank you ~*Akemi*~ your right! Poor me and Ron!
Nov.02: Shut up! Now, read everyone and be happy!
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Chpt 22
Draco walked down the hall. Miserable. That night he and Ron had a fight over nonsense. He really didn't know what had happened, how it happened or why he let it happen. He could have stopped Ron from learning more; he could have prevented the whole thing from happening. But as Ron's boyfriend, he had to uphold his end of the bargain in their relationship. Whatever Ron wanted to know, he would tell. And he did.
After they ended the altercation that went on between the two, an unsettling awkwardness developed between them. Neither wanting to say more, neither wanting to make a fuss. Draco let Ron stay the night, not having the heart to send him back to those judgmental bastards he called Gryffindors. But while Ron held him, he felt the apprehension. It wasn't right anymore.
Even as the days passed, time couldn't heal this wound. Here it was Saturday, the fight Wednesday, and still the strangeness continued on. Ron was always a bit agitated whenever Draco was around. So, Draco had pulled away a bit, not wanting to make Ron feel as if he had to be there with him.
Is it possible that Draco could now feel bad that Ron was suffering? He never really thought about it until Ron told him he was questioning the fact as to why he was left to suffer without his friends to help him out. He had Granger but Potter was what he needed, his brothers and sister was what he needed. And because he wanted to tell the world about them, Ron was now in agony.
Draco really couldn't let him go, especially into the arms of that unctuous Potter. But it was what needed to be done. He needed to let Ron go on his own path, on his own road to whatever he desired. And if Draco was what he truly desired, then all the more for him.
He continued down his path to the Hall, the hallways leading to the Great Hall were empty; it was lunchtime so every was out of the halls. As he turned to the stairway, a figure appeared out of the shadows. A tall, prim figure of male stateliness waltzed out of the shadows. He exuded confidence, arrogance and brilliance.
It was Lucius Malfoy.
"Hello, son. May I speak with you?" he asked, a calm cold air hidden in his words.
"I must go to lunch," the replicated Malfoy spoke, turning on his heels, stepping down on the top step. But a pull, an invisible claw, yanked him back to him. Before he could register what was happening, Draco had landed on his hands and knees in front of his father.
"That wasn't a request. Follow." Lucius commanded, walking to a nearby classroom.
Draco followed behind him, as requested. He didn't want to go but he knew, if he didn't he'd pay for it.
As the entered a classroom, Draco put on his cold exterior. The room had few tables that were crowded in the back. Dim without the light shining, Draco squinted his way to his father, waiting to see what he wanted now.
"Draco. I understand you have taken up a new lover."
Oh, great. What a week he was having!
"Yes."
"Now, you know I don't mind your many lovers that you have had. Most of them have been to my liking since they were of well to do families. But from what I can comprehend of this situation. From what I've been told, you have now decided to have relations with a certain boy. A boy not to my liking." Lucius crooned.
Draco didn't appreciate the nefarious flicker of emotion, if he had any, rumbling through his steel eyes.
"Father, you know I'm dating Ron, as you have suggested, but I refused to stop dating him just because you think it an iniquity to date someone who isn't of money." He sneered back.
"He is not up to our par. He is-"
Draco held up a regal, silencing hand. He slowly sauntered his way to his father and stood directly in front of him, his father's wand in exact alignment with his body. If he wanted to attack, Draco wouldn't, couldn't stop him.
"I've dated less seemly characters in my lifetime."
"Why must you say 'date'? You never date these boys, you fucked them."
"Yes, but it sounds more flattering. You know for a fact that my second lover was a male prostitute. How old was he? About 18....19? And was he not a Muggle?"
His father looked on, impressed that his son was learning well of Malfoy arguing and reasoning. "He was."
"And aren't Muggles undesirables in your eyes?"
"Yes,"
"So, why are you against me and Ron. He is apart of the oldest lineage of purebloods, only second to us. Yes, he is of low financial stability but he is pure, he is an all-around wizard. He is loyal to me, a Malfoy. He has denounced his friendship to Potter in the eyes of the rest of students here. He pines, yearns, needs me. Doesn't all of that meet your criteria for the perfect mate for a Malfoy?"
"Yes but he is not of higher standards. What happened to that boy he was always around our house during the summer?"
"He's history."
"I do not approve of you screwing a Weasley."
"I'm not just screwing him, I'm dating him. I'm in love with him."
His father turned his back to his son, not wanting him to see the complete and utter anger he felt. Not yet at least. He quickly turned back around, a cold grin on his face.
"You love him. How sweet." Mocked emotion had laden his voice. "Well, be off with him. Live a life with poverty with him for if you stay you will be written out of the will. You will be written off as dead."
"No I won't. Who would be your heir? Who would continue the line of Malfoys? No one."
"I have other expedient ways to convince you to break it off with him."
"Like what?"
His father raised his wand, muttering "Sofra Magoado" (A/N: this is Portuguese), a spell that wove itself around you as the person told an evil tale of pain. Their words, spinning a web of lies and hurt that the mental eye had the great chance to watch in foreboding.
"Do you not know what you could do to him? What you are doing to him? You're killing him as we speak. You are a sweet poison to him. You lure him, you tempt him, you destroy him. Your past will haunt not you, but him; your adulterous ways will break his heart beyond your knowledge. You will cause so much agony to him. Don't you wonder what he's thinking right now?"
And the spell took effect. Draco saw a mental picture of Ron, lying in his bed, crying, upset over something that had happened. Something he did. No matter what he did, it's the fact that it hurt his love so much.
"You see. Staying away from him causes him to be so over-joyous with that Potter."
And there, he saw Potter walk into the room, quietly talking to Ron, soothing him. Ron crying, telling him he was stupid for ever falling in love with a Malfoy. That he really wished he had stayed away from him. Wishing that it could all be taken back.
Potter came to him, soothed him, loved him. Yes, Potter might be able to take care of him but not like he could. Potter could never make Ron feel so complete like he did.
"Potter can make it all better. Not you, never you. You are his death. Do you not know what could, would happen to him if he stayed with us?"
"He'd be the best damn Malfoy you'd ever seen." He hissed out of clenched teeth.
"He'd be dead because of his association with Potter. He's better off without you."
All Draco could see was Ron in Potter's arms, loving him. He could feel that immense love. Damn.
"I can't continue. I can't watch that hideousness."
"Well, if you love him, leave him."
"Why are you so dead set on this? Is it because of your obsession with a certain red-"
He was abruptly stopped from continuing with his accusation by his father, turning, grabbing his shirt collar, throwing him against the nearest wall. His world rattled as his body made complete contact. Each body part was against the stone wall.
"Now, you just stop before you go to far."
"Why? Because you haven't come to terms with your crush. You've never come to terms with the fact that you still want him. Just because you couldn't have yourself a Weasley 28 years ago doesn't mean that I shouldn't. But let me just say that those Weasleys are insatiable in bed. Ready to do so many different rounds, positions. They are very protective of their lovers and that ferocity shows up in their predatory-like seduction."
He watched his father taken in all this delightful information. He knew what was to come, so he braced himself as he watch the anger, and maybe jealousy, swirl in his eyes manifest itself into a fist crashing into his face.
"Don't you ever speak to me like that ever again!" He shouted, hand still on his collar. "Now, go to him. Tell him you're through or else you will never see him again. I'll send you to Durmstrang or Beauxbaton or Salem in America. Take your pick!"
Draco felt the blood from his lip pour into his mouth. The coppery taste was wonderful. Reminded him of the coppery colored hair of his lover.
"I'll tell him," he sighed. He knew he couldn't leave this school. For if he did, his father would destroy Ron. "I'll fucking break up with him."
Draco: *seeks into the room, gets a book and runs back upstairs, still scared from last time*
Nov.02: I LOVE DRACO MALFOY! I LOVE YOU!
Draco: *walks back downstairs* Huh? You're not mad?
Nov.02: *skips over to him* No! *kisses him sweetly on the cheek*
Ron: What's going on? I thought you were all mad and stuff?
Harry: She went to the movie and saw of Muggle counterparts.
Nov.02: Yeah. I LOVE YOU ALL! *kisses the other two on the cheek* I LOVE YOU MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS! *hugs the screen*
Draco: I like her when she's happy! Though this chapter is not cool for me and Ron!
Nov.02: I gotta stick to the plot dear.
Harry: I'm getting fucked sooner or later so I'm happy! Thank you ~*me*~ she won't be hurting me for long. I took a peek at her notes and it's goodness for me!
Thanks ~*SparkySparkles*~ your command was granted!
THNX ~*cihbecca*~ long time no see! U R so lucky! All we got was rain.
Ron: I don't talk too much during these anymore. Why is that?
Nov.02: Because you don't piss me off and I love you so I don't want to overexert yourself because of all of this crap, in the story!
Ron: Oh! Okay! Thanks ~*Sheena*~ u weren't being rude. Just assertive!
Thank you ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ UR story was pretty good! Everyone loves me! Mrs. Pruden will give you a lot of work but she's kewl! You'll use all of her handouts later in life. Trust me, she uses them a lot! U know Innocence of the Heart? She read them and liked it a lot. She even wrote Nov.02 a letter about how good it was!
THNX ~*Velvet Chocolate*~ Hi! What's up? Long time no...well, you know! LOLOLOL
Harry: Hi!
Draco: Hey baby!
Nov.02: I hate you Malfoy. Don't call her that!
Ron: Thank you ~*Aloh Dark*~ she's not evil!
Draco: She's like crazy evil. Mad scientist evil!
THNX ~*Dana Malfoy*~ my sister, what story may this be? I miss the rest of the siblings!
And Thank you ~*Akemi*~ your right! Poor me and Ron!
Nov.02: Shut up! Now, read everyone and be happy!
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Chpt 22
Draco walked down the hall. Miserable. That night he and Ron had a fight over nonsense. He really didn't know what had happened, how it happened or why he let it happen. He could have stopped Ron from learning more; he could have prevented the whole thing from happening. But as Ron's boyfriend, he had to uphold his end of the bargain in their relationship. Whatever Ron wanted to know, he would tell. And he did.
After they ended the altercation that went on between the two, an unsettling awkwardness developed between them. Neither wanting to say more, neither wanting to make a fuss. Draco let Ron stay the night, not having the heart to send him back to those judgmental bastards he called Gryffindors. But while Ron held him, he felt the apprehension. It wasn't right anymore.
Even as the days passed, time couldn't heal this wound. Here it was Saturday, the fight Wednesday, and still the strangeness continued on. Ron was always a bit agitated whenever Draco was around. So, Draco had pulled away a bit, not wanting to make Ron feel as if he had to be there with him.
Is it possible that Draco could now feel bad that Ron was suffering? He never really thought about it until Ron told him he was questioning the fact as to why he was left to suffer without his friends to help him out. He had Granger but Potter was what he needed, his brothers and sister was what he needed. And because he wanted to tell the world about them, Ron was now in agony.
Draco really couldn't let him go, especially into the arms of that unctuous Potter. But it was what needed to be done. He needed to let Ron go on his own path, on his own road to whatever he desired. And if Draco was what he truly desired, then all the more for him.
He continued down his path to the Hall, the hallways leading to the Great Hall were empty; it was lunchtime so every was out of the halls. As he turned to the stairway, a figure appeared out of the shadows. A tall, prim figure of male stateliness waltzed out of the shadows. He exuded confidence, arrogance and brilliance.
It was Lucius Malfoy.
"Hello, son. May I speak with you?" he asked, a calm cold air hidden in his words.
"I must go to lunch," the replicated Malfoy spoke, turning on his heels, stepping down on the top step. But a pull, an invisible claw, yanked him back to him. Before he could register what was happening, Draco had landed on his hands and knees in front of his father.
"That wasn't a request. Follow." Lucius commanded, walking to a nearby classroom.
Draco followed behind him, as requested. He didn't want to go but he knew, if he didn't he'd pay for it.
As the entered a classroom, Draco put on his cold exterior. The room had few tables that were crowded in the back. Dim without the light shining, Draco squinted his way to his father, waiting to see what he wanted now.
"Draco. I understand you have taken up a new lover."
Oh, great. What a week he was having!
"Yes."
"Now, you know I don't mind your many lovers that you have had. Most of them have been to my liking since they were of well to do families. But from what I can comprehend of this situation. From what I've been told, you have now decided to have relations with a certain boy. A boy not to my liking." Lucius crooned.
Draco didn't appreciate the nefarious flicker of emotion, if he had any, rumbling through his steel eyes.
"Father, you know I'm dating Ron, as you have suggested, but I refused to stop dating him just because you think it an iniquity to date someone who isn't of money." He sneered back.
"He is not up to our par. He is-"
Draco held up a regal, silencing hand. He slowly sauntered his way to his father and stood directly in front of him, his father's wand in exact alignment with his body. If he wanted to attack, Draco wouldn't, couldn't stop him.
"I've dated less seemly characters in my lifetime."
"Why must you say 'date'? You never date these boys, you fucked them."
"Yes, but it sounds more flattering. You know for a fact that my second lover was a male prostitute. How old was he? About 18....19? And was he not a Muggle?"
His father looked on, impressed that his son was learning well of Malfoy arguing and reasoning. "He was."
"And aren't Muggles undesirables in your eyes?"
"Yes,"
"So, why are you against me and Ron. He is apart of the oldest lineage of purebloods, only second to us. Yes, he is of low financial stability but he is pure, he is an all-around wizard. He is loyal to me, a Malfoy. He has denounced his friendship to Potter in the eyes of the rest of students here. He pines, yearns, needs me. Doesn't all of that meet your criteria for the perfect mate for a Malfoy?"
"Yes but he is not of higher standards. What happened to that boy he was always around our house during the summer?"
"He's history."
"I do not approve of you screwing a Weasley."
"I'm not just screwing him, I'm dating him. I'm in love with him."
His father turned his back to his son, not wanting him to see the complete and utter anger he felt. Not yet at least. He quickly turned back around, a cold grin on his face.
"You love him. How sweet." Mocked emotion had laden his voice. "Well, be off with him. Live a life with poverty with him for if you stay you will be written out of the will. You will be written off as dead."
"No I won't. Who would be your heir? Who would continue the line of Malfoys? No one."
"I have other expedient ways to convince you to break it off with him."
"Like what?"
His father raised his wand, muttering "Sofra Magoado" (A/N: this is Portuguese), a spell that wove itself around you as the person told an evil tale of pain. Their words, spinning a web of lies and hurt that the mental eye had the great chance to watch in foreboding.
"Do you not know what you could do to him? What you are doing to him? You're killing him as we speak. You are a sweet poison to him. You lure him, you tempt him, you destroy him. Your past will haunt not you, but him; your adulterous ways will break his heart beyond your knowledge. You will cause so much agony to him. Don't you wonder what he's thinking right now?"
And the spell took effect. Draco saw a mental picture of Ron, lying in his bed, crying, upset over something that had happened. Something he did. No matter what he did, it's the fact that it hurt his love so much.
"You see. Staying away from him causes him to be so over-joyous with that Potter."
And there, he saw Potter walk into the room, quietly talking to Ron, soothing him. Ron crying, telling him he was stupid for ever falling in love with a Malfoy. That he really wished he had stayed away from him. Wishing that it could all be taken back.
Potter came to him, soothed him, loved him. Yes, Potter might be able to take care of him but not like he could. Potter could never make Ron feel so complete like he did.
"Potter can make it all better. Not you, never you. You are his death. Do you not know what could, would happen to him if he stayed with us?"
"He'd be the best damn Malfoy you'd ever seen." He hissed out of clenched teeth.
"He'd be dead because of his association with Potter. He's better off without you."
All Draco could see was Ron in Potter's arms, loving him. He could feel that immense love. Damn.
"I can't continue. I can't watch that hideousness."
"Well, if you love him, leave him."
"Why are you so dead set on this? Is it because of your obsession with a certain red-"
He was abruptly stopped from continuing with his accusation by his father, turning, grabbing his shirt collar, throwing him against the nearest wall. His world rattled as his body made complete contact. Each body part was against the stone wall.
"Now, you just stop before you go to far."
"Why? Because you haven't come to terms with your crush. You've never come to terms with the fact that you still want him. Just because you couldn't have yourself a Weasley 28 years ago doesn't mean that I shouldn't. But let me just say that those Weasleys are insatiable in bed. Ready to do so many different rounds, positions. They are very protective of their lovers and that ferocity shows up in their predatory-like seduction."
He watched his father taken in all this delightful information. He knew what was to come, so he braced himself as he watch the anger, and maybe jealousy, swirl in his eyes manifest itself into a fist crashing into his face.
"Don't you ever speak to me like that ever again!" He shouted, hand still on his collar. "Now, go to him. Tell him you're through or else you will never see him again. I'll send you to Durmstrang or Beauxbaton or Salem in America. Take your pick!"
Draco felt the blood from his lip pour into his mouth. The coppery taste was wonderful. Reminded him of the coppery colored hair of his lover.
"I'll tell him," he sighed. He knew he couldn't leave this school. For if he did, his father would destroy Ron. "I'll fucking break up with him."