Draco woke with a start at the sight of his charms actually working on
Weasley and the red head wanted to do stuff to him to do him. stuff that
was not ever meant to be in dreams, not even spoken of. After a couple of
minutes of Draco sitting there, running his fingers through his hair and
chanting over and over again, "he will not love me for this, he will not
love me for this," when a knock came at the door. He jumped out of bed and
still shaking slightly, he opened the door to come face to face with the
asshole from the night before.
"Morning sunshine!" he said so brightly and cheerfully that Draco could yet again visualise him lying in the hospital wing with life threatening injuries.
"Two things I want to know," Draco said, "What is you name and what are the terms?"
"Glad you asked that," he said like nothing can bring him down on this glorious day that Draco would be humiliated and disturbed for the rest of his life. "My name is Thomas Lang and the consequences if you fail will be," he stood there with his hand to his chin and looking up in thought, Draco thought he looked like he needed the loo badly. He stood there for a minute that seemed to go at snail pace.
"Well?" he said impatiently.
"The terms are that if you do the next three tasks successfully, then you get to tell a teacher something that I did and we will even create evidence and everything and you will get the revenge that I know that you want on me. But if you don't then you have to stand up in Professor McGonagall's class and announce to the class that you are in fact in love with Weasley and drop your trousers and ask in your sweetest voice for McGonBitch to do you up the ass and pay for the consequences."
"Fine," he said before slamming the door in his face, and stopping abruptly when he heard his cackle of a laugh coming from the hallway. He went to have a shower thinking of the best way to do it without making a complete fool of him.
"By the way," Lang shouted through the door. "All the Slytherins know about this and will be looking at you like it is not a joke of any kind. Weasley and the Gryffindorks will believe that what you are doing is because you want to."
Draco came out of the hot shower shivering. This won't affect Weasley. He won't be in love with him. No, that wasn't possible. It was just. wrong.
But he closed his eyes as he put a towel over his face to dry it and he saw Weasley on his knees before him. With a scream Draco dropped the towel.
He went through his preparations to make himself at least presentable, but less so with the prospect of it all. it's just wrong, it's just wrong.
After what seemed an hour it was time to go down to his fate. He opened the door and went down the hall with Slytherins on each side of him clapping him on the back, each one laughing and cheering. Draco held his head high and nodded to a few of his close mates like Crabbe and Goyle. Up the steps and straight into the grand hall and sat down at his usual place though many wanted to sit nearer the Gryffindor table to hear what would be said, or done.
After the food came up on the plate and most went to start, Draco saw his cue as Lang stood up and reached for the goblet opposite him and replace it with his own. Draco stood up and went over to the Gryffindor table with all the slytherins watching every step with anticipation on their faces.
Harry and Ron were engrossed in a talk of Quidditch with Dean. It was not them to who saw Draco approach the Gryffindor table first, but Hermione looking over her book of Hogwarts: a History.
He saw her mouth move then all around looking up.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" said Harry with ice-cold eyes filled with hatred towards him.
"I simply want to talk to Wea. Ron, if that is ok with you," Draco replied turning his attention to Ron. A lot of forks and knifes splattered food everywhere as they were dropped and pumpkin juice was sprayed everywhere from peoples mouths.
"No, it bloody isn't, slime ball, get lost!" said Ron with a slightly raised voice, by now most of the Gryffindors were listening to see what Malfoy was going to pull on them now.
"But your eyes captured me from the moment I saw them, the stars in them glow oh so bright, my dear Ron." He said as he budged Harry out the way as he sat down next to Ron and placing a hand on his arm.
If he were going to do this, he would do it like everything else a Malfoy does, to the best of one's ability.
"Oh," he said rubbing Ron's arm, "have you been working out lately?" he looked around at the gob smacked Gryffindors.
"It's none of your business, what I do in my spare time!" retorted Ron slightly edging away, very fast.
Draco looked back at the Slytherins and saw Lang stand up and sit down again with a huge grin on his face. Time for the end finale.
He moved himself so he was practically on top of Ron and said in a whispering low sexy voice in his ear, "feel free to come to my room anytime." Then he stood up leaving the hall with a whole table of gob smacked Gryffindors and a whole table of Slytherins trying to stifle their laughs though tears were running from their eyes.
Ron Weasley sat on his space on the bench not daring to move in case it would attract the attention of the now incredibly horny Malfoy. A whimper came from Neville Longbottom from across the table. Harry did not know how to comfort his friend in this situation for he had never been in this situation before. Hermione closed her book slowly and placed it on the table and was the first to break the silence.
"Morning sunshine!" he said so brightly and cheerfully that Draco could yet again visualise him lying in the hospital wing with life threatening injuries.
"Two things I want to know," Draco said, "What is you name and what are the terms?"
"Glad you asked that," he said like nothing can bring him down on this glorious day that Draco would be humiliated and disturbed for the rest of his life. "My name is Thomas Lang and the consequences if you fail will be," he stood there with his hand to his chin and looking up in thought, Draco thought he looked like he needed the loo badly. He stood there for a minute that seemed to go at snail pace.
"Well?" he said impatiently.
"The terms are that if you do the next three tasks successfully, then you get to tell a teacher something that I did and we will even create evidence and everything and you will get the revenge that I know that you want on me. But if you don't then you have to stand up in Professor McGonagall's class and announce to the class that you are in fact in love with Weasley and drop your trousers and ask in your sweetest voice for McGonBitch to do you up the ass and pay for the consequences."
"Fine," he said before slamming the door in his face, and stopping abruptly when he heard his cackle of a laugh coming from the hallway. He went to have a shower thinking of the best way to do it without making a complete fool of him.
"By the way," Lang shouted through the door. "All the Slytherins know about this and will be looking at you like it is not a joke of any kind. Weasley and the Gryffindorks will believe that what you are doing is because you want to."
Draco came out of the hot shower shivering. This won't affect Weasley. He won't be in love with him. No, that wasn't possible. It was just. wrong.
But he closed his eyes as he put a towel over his face to dry it and he saw Weasley on his knees before him. With a scream Draco dropped the towel.
He went through his preparations to make himself at least presentable, but less so with the prospect of it all. it's just wrong, it's just wrong.
After what seemed an hour it was time to go down to his fate. He opened the door and went down the hall with Slytherins on each side of him clapping him on the back, each one laughing and cheering. Draco held his head high and nodded to a few of his close mates like Crabbe and Goyle. Up the steps and straight into the grand hall and sat down at his usual place though many wanted to sit nearer the Gryffindor table to hear what would be said, or done.
After the food came up on the plate and most went to start, Draco saw his cue as Lang stood up and reached for the goblet opposite him and replace it with his own. Draco stood up and went over to the Gryffindor table with all the slytherins watching every step with anticipation on their faces.
Harry and Ron were engrossed in a talk of Quidditch with Dean. It was not them to who saw Draco approach the Gryffindor table first, but Hermione looking over her book of Hogwarts: a History.
He saw her mouth move then all around looking up.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" said Harry with ice-cold eyes filled with hatred towards him.
"I simply want to talk to Wea. Ron, if that is ok with you," Draco replied turning his attention to Ron. A lot of forks and knifes splattered food everywhere as they were dropped and pumpkin juice was sprayed everywhere from peoples mouths.
"No, it bloody isn't, slime ball, get lost!" said Ron with a slightly raised voice, by now most of the Gryffindors were listening to see what Malfoy was going to pull on them now.
"But your eyes captured me from the moment I saw them, the stars in them glow oh so bright, my dear Ron." He said as he budged Harry out the way as he sat down next to Ron and placing a hand on his arm.
If he were going to do this, he would do it like everything else a Malfoy does, to the best of one's ability.
"Oh," he said rubbing Ron's arm, "have you been working out lately?" he looked around at the gob smacked Gryffindors.
"It's none of your business, what I do in my spare time!" retorted Ron slightly edging away, very fast.
Draco looked back at the Slytherins and saw Lang stand up and sit down again with a huge grin on his face. Time for the end finale.
He moved himself so he was practically on top of Ron and said in a whispering low sexy voice in his ear, "feel free to come to my room anytime." Then he stood up leaving the hall with a whole table of gob smacked Gryffindors and a whole table of Slytherins trying to stifle their laughs though tears were running from their eyes.
Ron Weasley sat on his space on the bench not daring to move in case it would attract the attention of the now incredibly horny Malfoy. A whimper came from Neville Longbottom from across the table. Harry did not know how to comfort his friend in this situation for he had never been in this situation before. Hermione closed her book slowly and placed it on the table and was the first to break the silence.