(A/N: Questions, questions, questions…. Gosh you people…. If you want
answers, you read my fic…. How hard is that? Ok, so it may be kind of
hard because I'm not the best writer in the world, but hey! Cut me some
slack! I'm only a teenager…. *cough* laugh *cough*…. At least my friends
think I'm funny. Too bad one of them won't let me bring a sign that says
"ARE YOU WEARING CLEAN UNDERWEAR?" to his final baseball game. He tells me
that he doesn't wear underwear to baseball games. Just sliding shorts. As
kinky as that is, I really did not need to know that, you know?)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in the Harry Potter books. If I did people would let me write whatever I wanted on my signs.
*~*Chapter 6*~*
Of Mowers and Murders
Harry looked up and saw Draco standing in the shadows with a glass of lemonade. Draco was in a trance, staring at the baby and Ginny. Harry looked quickly from the baby to Draco and back again. A small smirk played on his face. "I see… Interesting…" Harry mumbled as his pen moved with lightening speed across his note pad. His head bowed low and continued, mumbling incoherent thoughts under his breath. Harry lifted his head and scowled when he saw Draco's eyes lightened up dramatically from his usual polite but impassive expression, "The plot thickens…" Harry narrated to himself as the blonde stared admiringly at ihisi Ginny. Harry recorded the connection and gazed darkly at Draco, inwardly laughing with mirth when Tammy and Taffy sauntered up to the blonde and flirted mercilessly.
"Mr. Malfoy! My, you are just so strong! How do you do it?" Taffy asked sweetly as she hung onto a bewildered Draco's arm.
"Well… um… I…"
"Oh, how interesting! Your hands must work awful fast for you to play that guitar like you do. Could you teach us sometime?" Tammy asked suggestively.
"Look, girls, I'm really not comfortable…"
"We can help with that, can't we Taffy?" Tammy cut Draco off for the second time.
"Draco- oh that sounds so sexy- we can help you get as comfortable as you want!" Taffy exclaimed and giggled along with her carbon copy.
"Ladies, that's very nice and all, but I didn't come here to flirt. I came to work." Draco stated firmly, trying unsuccessfully to push past the twins. He started looking around for help.
"You can drop the phony act, Draco. We all know that this was just a publicity stunt," Tammy insisted, but Draco wasn't listening; he was still searching. There! Cino was standing a few feet away looking at him with the utmost sympathy, "so Tammy and I were thinking that you'd like to have as much fun as you can in this hell-hole." Taffy finished for her twin, not noticing that Draco had mouthed 'Ayudame' (help me) over her shoulder and that Cino was coming up behind her.
"Señor Malfoy! Donde es Señor Potter? El césped es increíblemente vasto! Corte la yerba, por favor." Cino said with a small wink and grabbed Draco's arm and led him towards Harry, Ginny, and the baby. "Hola, Vistoso!" Cino greeted Ginny. She blushed and smiled at the young man, replying, "Justo! Me nuevo nombre es Vistoso Virginia! Ha! Que es el significacion de tu visita?" Ginny added when she saw Draco mouth, 'What does he want?' Cino spoke to her the same gibberish that he had said to Draco and she nodded knowingly as Cino turned around and stalked off.
"What did he want? What does Vistoso mean?" Draco asked, perplexed. He pointedly took no notice of Harry' existence as he talked.
"He wants you and Potter to mow the lawn and Vistoso is the nickname that the males here call me." Ginny said blushing again. Draco eyed her doubtfully and turned to Axel. He shrugged animatedly at the baby and said, 'Vistoso?' Axel giggled and mimicked his shrug.
"Vistoso medios gorgeous." Axel giggled again at the humorous look on Draco's face.
"I agree!" Draco stated firmly with a curt nod and a salute to the boy, who giggled again and mimicked the salute. Ginny rolled her eyes, despite the fact that she was blushing redder.
"Go on you two! Get! Potter mow the lawn, Draco take the weed- whacker. There should be all the right equipment in the back of the truck." Ginny said, breaking off another banana chunk. She pretended like she wasn't blushing and that never happened as the two men grumbled and dragged themselves out into the courtyard.
~~~*#&@&#*~~~
"Freaking grass!" Draco muttered over the sound of his weed- whacker and Harry's mower. They had been working for about an hour and a half and Draco was almost finished with weed whacking. Harry still had quite a bit of lawn to mow and he looked as if he doubted that he'd ever get it done. Draco on the other hand had about five feet of plants left, but couldn't make quick progress because the weed-whacker kept spitting grass up at his legs, making them itch. "Here we go! Almost there! Yes! I have finished! Now time to itch myself silly!" Draco exclaimed, conquering his last patch of grass and dropping to scratch like mad around his shins. When he was satisfied, and not to mention covered with hives, he lay back on the freshly cut grass, taking in the warm feeling of the heat on his skin and the red tint of light that came through his closed eyelids. He sighed loudly, making himself heard by Harry who was refilling the gas in the lawn mower and glaring continually at him.
"DRACO!" came a loud scream from the direction of the cafeteria. He lifted his head and leaned on his elbows, squinting in the hot sun toward the newcomer. It was Ginny. She was running straight towards him, paint speckled white t-shirt and worn flare blue jeans, soaked from top to bottom and sticking to her, fiery hair, curly and semi-dry flailing out behind her, a look of concern plastered on her face. She slowed down a bit when she got closer and fell to her knees on the grass just shy of his stomach. "Draco, *breath, breath* I was listening to *breath* the radio with a few kids *breath* and they hit me with water balloons *breath* but that's not the point. The point is *breath* there's been an attack! I heard it on the radio. Chilean National Bank's been set on fire by a supposed arsonist and there's a strange firework hovering over the site! This is *breath* muggle news! It's the Dark Mark!" Ginny got out, breathing heavily.
Harry, who had been eavesdropping, gasped, "What are you saying? Voldemort is back from the dead? Impossible! I killed him myself!" Harry looked at Draco smugly as if he had a one-upped him.
"Look, Flash Gordon, thanks for your input on saving the world, but do you mind dropping your eaves somewhere else? Vistoso was talking to the Draco not the Fake-o. Get it?" Draco asked nonchalantly as Ginny blushed and slapped his arm.
"This is a serious event, gentleman! Do you realize that there are 12 injured people and 1 dead? Do you realize what Angel would do if she found out that Carlos was in it or even worse, if Carlos was behind it? Angel knows that there's been an attack, but we can't tell her that it was on Carlos' office! Not until we know for sure!" Ginny said in a hoarse whisper to the two men. Draco nodded without question, but Harry cut in.
"But how will we know for sure? How do we know whether or not the suspect- I mean, man was in there?" Harry asked but he already knew what was coming. "There's only one way to find out. We're going in." Harry and Draco glanced at each other and gulped, leaving the half finished lawn to get up and follow Ginny who was already on a rampage to the pick up truck, whistling and shout out "Lunch Break!"
(A/N: You like?)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in the Harry Potter books. If I did people would let me write whatever I wanted on my signs.
*~*Chapter 6*~*
Of Mowers and Murders
Harry looked up and saw Draco standing in the shadows with a glass of lemonade. Draco was in a trance, staring at the baby and Ginny. Harry looked quickly from the baby to Draco and back again. A small smirk played on his face. "I see… Interesting…" Harry mumbled as his pen moved with lightening speed across his note pad. His head bowed low and continued, mumbling incoherent thoughts under his breath. Harry lifted his head and scowled when he saw Draco's eyes lightened up dramatically from his usual polite but impassive expression, "The plot thickens…" Harry narrated to himself as the blonde stared admiringly at ihisi Ginny. Harry recorded the connection and gazed darkly at Draco, inwardly laughing with mirth when Tammy and Taffy sauntered up to the blonde and flirted mercilessly.
"Mr. Malfoy! My, you are just so strong! How do you do it?" Taffy asked sweetly as she hung onto a bewildered Draco's arm.
"Well… um… I…"
"Oh, how interesting! Your hands must work awful fast for you to play that guitar like you do. Could you teach us sometime?" Tammy asked suggestively.
"Look, girls, I'm really not comfortable…"
"We can help with that, can't we Taffy?" Tammy cut Draco off for the second time.
"Draco- oh that sounds so sexy- we can help you get as comfortable as you want!" Taffy exclaimed and giggled along with her carbon copy.
"Ladies, that's very nice and all, but I didn't come here to flirt. I came to work." Draco stated firmly, trying unsuccessfully to push past the twins. He started looking around for help.
"You can drop the phony act, Draco. We all know that this was just a publicity stunt," Tammy insisted, but Draco wasn't listening; he was still searching. There! Cino was standing a few feet away looking at him with the utmost sympathy, "so Tammy and I were thinking that you'd like to have as much fun as you can in this hell-hole." Taffy finished for her twin, not noticing that Draco had mouthed 'Ayudame' (help me) over her shoulder and that Cino was coming up behind her.
"Señor Malfoy! Donde es Señor Potter? El césped es increíblemente vasto! Corte la yerba, por favor." Cino said with a small wink and grabbed Draco's arm and led him towards Harry, Ginny, and the baby. "Hola, Vistoso!" Cino greeted Ginny. She blushed and smiled at the young man, replying, "Justo! Me nuevo nombre es Vistoso Virginia! Ha! Que es el significacion de tu visita?" Ginny added when she saw Draco mouth, 'What does he want?' Cino spoke to her the same gibberish that he had said to Draco and she nodded knowingly as Cino turned around and stalked off.
"What did he want? What does Vistoso mean?" Draco asked, perplexed. He pointedly took no notice of Harry' existence as he talked.
"He wants you and Potter to mow the lawn and Vistoso is the nickname that the males here call me." Ginny said blushing again. Draco eyed her doubtfully and turned to Axel. He shrugged animatedly at the baby and said, 'Vistoso?' Axel giggled and mimicked his shrug.
"Vistoso medios gorgeous." Axel giggled again at the humorous look on Draco's face.
"I agree!" Draco stated firmly with a curt nod and a salute to the boy, who giggled again and mimicked the salute. Ginny rolled her eyes, despite the fact that she was blushing redder.
"Go on you two! Get! Potter mow the lawn, Draco take the weed- whacker. There should be all the right equipment in the back of the truck." Ginny said, breaking off another banana chunk. She pretended like she wasn't blushing and that never happened as the two men grumbled and dragged themselves out into the courtyard.
~~~*#&@&#*~~~
"Freaking grass!" Draco muttered over the sound of his weed- whacker and Harry's mower. They had been working for about an hour and a half and Draco was almost finished with weed whacking. Harry still had quite a bit of lawn to mow and he looked as if he doubted that he'd ever get it done. Draco on the other hand had about five feet of plants left, but couldn't make quick progress because the weed-whacker kept spitting grass up at his legs, making them itch. "Here we go! Almost there! Yes! I have finished! Now time to itch myself silly!" Draco exclaimed, conquering his last patch of grass and dropping to scratch like mad around his shins. When he was satisfied, and not to mention covered with hives, he lay back on the freshly cut grass, taking in the warm feeling of the heat on his skin and the red tint of light that came through his closed eyelids. He sighed loudly, making himself heard by Harry who was refilling the gas in the lawn mower and glaring continually at him.
"DRACO!" came a loud scream from the direction of the cafeteria. He lifted his head and leaned on his elbows, squinting in the hot sun toward the newcomer. It was Ginny. She was running straight towards him, paint speckled white t-shirt and worn flare blue jeans, soaked from top to bottom and sticking to her, fiery hair, curly and semi-dry flailing out behind her, a look of concern plastered on her face. She slowed down a bit when she got closer and fell to her knees on the grass just shy of his stomach. "Draco, *breath, breath* I was listening to *breath* the radio with a few kids *breath* and they hit me with water balloons *breath* but that's not the point. The point is *breath* there's been an attack! I heard it on the radio. Chilean National Bank's been set on fire by a supposed arsonist and there's a strange firework hovering over the site! This is *breath* muggle news! It's the Dark Mark!" Ginny got out, breathing heavily.
Harry, who had been eavesdropping, gasped, "What are you saying? Voldemort is back from the dead? Impossible! I killed him myself!" Harry looked at Draco smugly as if he had a one-upped him.
"Look, Flash Gordon, thanks for your input on saving the world, but do you mind dropping your eaves somewhere else? Vistoso was talking to the Draco not the Fake-o. Get it?" Draco asked nonchalantly as Ginny blushed and slapped his arm.
"This is a serious event, gentleman! Do you realize that there are 12 injured people and 1 dead? Do you realize what Angel would do if she found out that Carlos was in it or even worse, if Carlos was behind it? Angel knows that there's been an attack, but we can't tell her that it was on Carlos' office! Not until we know for sure!" Ginny said in a hoarse whisper to the two men. Draco nodded without question, but Harry cut in.
"But how will we know for sure? How do we know whether or not the suspect- I mean, man was in there?" Harry asked but he already knew what was coming. "There's only one way to find out. We're going in." Harry and Draco glanced at each other and gulped, leaving the half finished lawn to get up and follow Ginny who was already on a rampage to the pick up truck, whistling and shout out "Lunch Break!"
(A/N: You like?)
