Summary: Sequel to Telling Everyone. Harry and Draco are dating happily, but nothing's guaranteed. Lucius Malfoy is out of Azkaban and… their teacher? They'll be in trouble if he finds out that they're together, but how can they keep it a secret when Everyone Knows?
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. are definitely not mine. I double-checked, just in case. Not mine.
A/N: This takes place two weeks after Telling Everyone. Just FYI ^_^ The characters are a bit OOC, but I think it's necessary for this crazy plot. The rating is now definitely R… oh, and before I forget:
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Important: Okay. I'm going to make a long story really short and say this: I decided to upload one chapter every Tuesday. I finished the third chapter. Internet connection on this computer broke. The idea of saving the story to a floppy disk and uploading it on our other computer never even occurred to me. I wrote fourth chapter so that I could upload when Internet was fixed. Internet got fixed! Day Internet got fixed happened to be a Tuesday, so I uploaded two chapters. I'll keep uploading on Tuesdays from now on. (Assuming my teachers don't kill me, either by strangulation or homework) ^_^
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"Okay, gentlemen," Ron said, pacing back and forth. "Dennis, sit down!"
"Sorry," the youngest Creevey boy said, settling back in his chair. "I'm just excited to be doing my part on the behalf of the welfare of Harry Potter…"
Ron rolled his eyes. "And Colin, stop tapping your foot! Our mission: to protect Harry James Potter from one Lucius… does anyone know his middle name?"
The two boys shook their heads solemnly.
"Okay, so first thing: find out the middle name of Professor Lucius Malfoy. Once we have completed our first mission we can move on to Harry's safety. Now, I've been thinking about how- Dennis, I said to sit down!"
"Sorry," Dennis said again, jumping back into his seat. "I didn't even realize I'd gotten up, you know? My body just won't stay still."
"Right. Now, I've been thinking about how we can protect Harry from Professor Malfoy. The best thing would be for Malfoy to go back to Azkaban, of course. And next to that, we- Colin! I said you could stop tapping your foot! It's driving me crazy!"
Colin tried to stop his foot from dancing around, and had to resort to holding it down. "Sorry, Ron. Go on."
"Next to that, we would want Mr. Malfoy's attention away from Harry. To make it simple: we- OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Both Creevey brothers leapt into the air at his outburst. "Sorry," Colin said meekly, trying again to stop his foot from compulsively tapping. Dennis nodded vigorously and sat down quickly.
Ron glowered at them. "One more interruption…" he muttered. He spotted Madame Pince giving him a dirty look and cringed. Maybe the library wasn't the best place to be having a meeting of the… "Hey, we need a name."
"I'm Colin," the mousy boy volunteered. Ron suppressed the urge to grab his head. "No, I mean a name. A team name. Like how last year, we were the D.A.? Dumbledore's Army?"
"We could be the Harry James Potter Fighters!" Dennis suggested eagerly.
"Too long," Ron decided after a moment's consideration. "Besides, last year we wanted a name where no one would know what we were talking about if we had to say something about it."
"No one would know what we were talking about when we said Dumbledore's Army?" Dennis asked curiously.
"No! That's why we called it the D.A.," Colin explained eagerly. "Ron's right. We need something short and secret!" He actually giggled and his foot started tapping again. Ron clenched his jaw.
"You two could be the Jumping Beans," he muttered, remembering the Muggle name for a kind of plant.
"Jumping Beans?" Colin asked.
"Yeah!" Dennis said, jumping up again. He shot a nervous look at Ron and sat down. "Mexican Jumping Beans!"
"Or Mexicans, for short!" Colin said. "That's it, Dennis!"
"We're the Mexicans!" Dennis crowed in triumph.
Ron stared at them in horror. "What? No! We can't call ourselves the Mexicans-" He stopped. They were both looking at him curiously. Thoughts of spending the rest of his life in the library flashed through his head. Trying to decide for years on end what to call themselves… it was only for a short time, he told himself. "The Mexicans it is." Good thing there weren't any Spanish people at Hogwarts.
Dennis flung his arm out in triumph. Unfortunately, it was the arm attached to the hand currently holding his wand. A beam of yellow light shot out and hit one of the books. It promptly shot off the shelf and hovered in the air.
Ron shot a terrified look at Madame Pince's desk, but she'd apparently gone into the back room. "Dennis, put that down!" he whispered, afraid she'd come back.
"Oops!" Dennis cried, trying to move it. It wouldn't budge. Ron got a glimpse of the title: Hogwarts, A History.
"Hermione's going to kill me!" he said. "Put it down, Dennis!"
Dennis yanked his wand… and the yellow light broke. The book fell down and landed heavily. The thickest book in the library dropped from a height of maybe ten feet and plummeted down… landing squarely on Ron's head.
He clapped his hand to his mouth and let out a muffled scream of frustration. "Okay, come on!" he snapped, yanking them to their feet. They followed him out the door and outside, exchanging terrified glances. He brought them to the stands on the Quidditch pitch. "Give me your wands," he demanded, glaring at them. They meekly placed them in his hands… very carefully. "Now, run around the Quidditch pitch," he demanded, waving his arms. "Go on! And meet me back here when you're good and tired."
They started off, sprinting as fast as they could. Ron watched them grimly, but satisfied.
When they made it back to where Ron was waiting, they were about ready to collapse, but a great deal calmer. He handed them their wands, and then they very ungracefully climbed under the stands, so no one could see the three Mexicans plotting.
"Okay," Ron said, grateful he could say everything he needed to without being interrupted. "So. First, we need to find out Professor Malfoy's middle name. But time is of the essence, so we'll have to start on stage two right away. I've been thinking. We need to try and get Mr. Malfoy back into Azkaban, and in the meantime, we need to divert his attention from Harry. We can do that in one motion. Well, several, but with one plan. We need to get his attention to us. We need to make sure we take up all of his thought and plans to kill. He won't have time to focus on Harry. And maybe…" he swallowed hard. "Maybe he'll eventually attack one of us. Then he'll be exposed, and he'll go back to Azkaban- even Fudge couldn't let him out after deliberately attacking a student- and Harry will be safe."
He looked them over carefully. They were pale and trembling- that could have been from their little jog, though- but their faces were set and determined. "You're good men," he said, clapping them on the back. Of course, since they were sitting and he was standing, he was a good four feet taller and had to practically get to his knees to do so. "Before this Mexican meeting is dismissed, do any of you have a motion you'd like to bring forward?"
Colin raised his hand, and Ron acknowledged him. "I think, Ron, that we should have more people become Mexicans," he said. "It sounds like we're going to need help with this. Finding out Mr. Malfoy's middle name won't be easy."
"The rest of it, either," Ron mumbled. "Okay, that's a good suggestion, Colin. Do you have anyone in mind?"
"Er- Ginny, maybe," he suggested timidly. Immediately, Ron stepped over him, glowering.
"We're going to leave my baby sister out of this!" he snapped.
"Er… Neville?" Dennis spoke up.
Ron nodded approvingly. "Neville will help us, I'm sure. And- maybe Luna."
"Luna Lovegood?" Colin asked. "Sure, she's in my year. I bet she'd help. She has sort of a thing for lost causes."
"This isn't a lost cause, but I think you're right," Ron said, nodding. "Okay, I think that's good."
"And I think we should elect you as our leader!" Dennis said with conviction. Ron tried to hide the pleased blush.
"I agree," Colin said, smiling. "You'll be the Head Mexican!"
They left the Quidditch pitch then, agreeing that Colin would talk to Luna and Ron would talk to Neville. They were to meet there again later that evening. In the words of Dennis Creevey, the Mexicans were rising up!
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Ron's Defense Against the Dark Arts class happened to be right after the first meeting. He walked in the room and took a seat a few feet away from Neville, intending to make his Mexican proposition. But before he could talk to the chubby boy, Hermione stormed in the room and sat heavily next to him, looking particularly put out. "Something wrong?" he asked in a whisper.
She scowled at him. "I was in the library for a few minutes after lunch," she said angrily, "and some irresponsible git left a copy of Hogwarts, A History lying on the floor! How dare they? It was in such a mess! It almost looked like they… I don't know, threw it on the ground or something! The cover was dirty and the pages were bent and page 1364- my favorite page, that's where it says you can't Apparate inside Hogwarts- was actually torn down the side! I wish I knew who did it…"
Ron paled, but it was barely noticeable with his pallor. Hermione turned away in a huff, and Mr. Malfoy said coldly from the doorway, "Twenty points from Gryffindor, Weasley and Granger. No talking during class."
Ron gritted his teeth- it was completely unfair! They were allowed to talk before classes! It hadn't started; Malfoy hadn't even been in the room. It was then he remembered that he had a job to do.
He quickly scribbled a note on a piece of parchment, hoping that Professor Malfoy would think he was simply taking notes. He waited until Lucius turned his back, and tossed the note lightly in Neville's direction.
It landed in his lap, and Ron had approximately .02 seconds to be proud of his good aim. Then Neville let out a startled "eep!" and actually jumped out of his seat.
"Longbottom!" Malfoy barked. "Ten points from Gryffindor! Stay in your seat during- oh, but what's this?"
Ron watched in sheer terror as Malfoy casually waved his arm. "Accio Parchment." He debated using his own wand to set it on fire, but decided that a mad dash to the door was better. Lucius unrolled the parchment and read in a drawling voice,
Dear Neville,
Meet me under the stands in the Quidditch pitch at 8:00 tonight. I have a proposition for you.
-Ron
"Well, well, Weasley," Malfoy snickered. "Fascinating. I had no idea you were attracted to bumbling idiots, but I suppose we all have our preferences."
"What?" Ron blurted. Neville stared miserably at his desk. "I'm straight!" Ron continued in indignation.
"That would make Longbottom a girl, then," Malfoy said coldly.
Ron had a fleeting vision of Neville in a dress, with fake breasts, wearing makeup… he shook his head violently to get rid of the disgusting thoughts and protested, "But…"
"Detention, Weasley!" Lucius growled. "Don't contradict me."
Ron swallowed hard. Malfoy watched in satisfaction. "Are you done disturbing the class?" he asked smoothly.
"Er- actually-" Ron flushed. "I was just wondering what time that detention would be."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow: "Five o'clock is fine."
"Will- I, er- that is, how long- uh…" Ron determinedly looked away from Neville. "Will I be out by eight o'clock?"
Lucius smirked again. "I wouldn't dream of interfering with young love," he said before continuing the lesson. Ron slunk low in his seat, avoiding everyone's laughing glances and eyes.
*~*~*
Seven thirty that night found Draco and Harry snogging furiously in one of the hallways. Draco moaned, getting considerably aroused. When they came up for air a few minutes later, they heard very distinctive voices floating down the hall- Snape and Lucius, coming their way.
"I just let Weasley out of detention," Malfoy was saying. "That family is trash, I tell you."
"That is probably so," Snape agreed. "What mayhem was he causing this time?"
"Discussing his rendezvous with the Longbottom boy," Lucius smirked.
"Weasley and Longbottom?" Snape asked thoughtfully. Well, it was either 'thoughtfully' or 'disgustedly.'
"Weasley was acting rather strange…" Lucius said slowly. "He asked me what my middle name was."
Snape snorted. "I don't think I even know your middle name."
"It's Phineas," Lucius said offhandedly, "But I told him to just call me 'Lucius Great Snake Malfoy.'"
Draco felt his erection withering away. Harry looked at him, eyebrows raised, amusement apparent.
"You told a student to call you Great Snake?" Snape asked, sounding surprised.
"Of course!" Malfoy snapped. "I am a Great Snake, Severus, as you should know well by now…"
Draco's jaw hit the floor. He grabbed onto Harry's arm, squeezing his lifeline. "Oh Merlin no," he whispered frantically. "I do not want to hear this, I do not want to hear this, I do not want to hear this…"
"Yes, yes, you are a very big Great Snake," Snape said patiently. "But do you think it's wise to tell a student? Much less a Weasley?"
"Jealous, Severus?" Lucius smirked. Draco hid his face in the Harry's chest. "Because, you know, I have my wife here. If you were hoping for a little visit to the dungeons, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. Unless you want me to bring Narcissa along?"
"No, no, that's okay," Snape said hastily. "And Lucius, much as I respect you, I just would never think of you that way. I believe I'm straight, actually."
"Are you sure?" Lucius lowered his voice to a purr he no doubt thought Snape would find sexy. Draco fought back a sob; Harry fought back a laugh. "No one can resist my Great Snake."
Draco suddenly realized that they were about to turn the corner and see him crying into Harry's robes. He quickly straightened, put on a bored expression, and hissed at Harry, "Bite my neck!"
Harry looked at him in surprise for a second, then shrugged. "Works for me," he said.
So when Professors Snape and Malfoy turned the corner, they saw an aloof-looking Draco letting Harry suck and kiss his neck. Draco looked like he was six seconds away from puking, and that wasn't faked, but he knew Lucius would interpret it incorrectly. He looked at his father and shrugged. Malfoy Sr. cast him an approving look- Snape just scowled and shook his head.
"Draco, come with us," Malfoy commanded.
"Okay, Harry," Draco said in a very exaggerated voice. "I'm going to leave you now, but don't worry, I'll be back. I love you so much, remember, good boy."
Harry caught on quickly and nodded eagerly. "Bye-bye, Draco-kins!" he called in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I looooove you!"
Draco fought back a laugh as he trailed obediently behind his father. This was working out well so far- maybe they would get lucky after all.
It suddenly occurred to him to wonder where they were headed. As far as he knew, the only thing at this end of Hogwarts was the temporary chambers his father happened to be staying in. And that was the absolute last place on earth he wanted to go to right about now. Especially not with Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and the Great Snake.
Sure enough, they reached the room. Lucius opened the door and they filed in. Draco looked around wildly for his mother, who might possibly come to his rescue if she wasn't laughing her ass off in the corner, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Lucius put his hands on his son's shoulders and led him to the center of the room. He took a step back. Draco stood warily as Snape and Lucius circled around him, like sharks going in for the kill, looking in places he generally let only Harry look. "Drop your pants," Lucius commanded.
"Wh-what?" Draco asked, suddenly feeling dizzy. He looked pleadingly at Professor Snape- he was supposed to be the favorite student! But Snape only shook his head grimly and mouthed 'It's for your own good, Draco.'
"You heard me," Lucius said sternly. "Drop your pants. We're going to help you name it."
A/N: God, I freak myself out. Where did I come up with that? Eww… Anyway, don't worry, I wouldn't put any actual action between those three. They're just going to help him pick out a name. -_-
Now I have some semblance of a plot in mind- yes, you guessed it, it'll have something to do with the Mexicans. ^_^ But still, suggestions are welcome! I've actually used a really good one from a reviewer. So go ahead, share your creativity! ~_^
Okay, what with all the drama of the @%#!*& computer, I won't be responding to my reviewers anymore… unless something is either important, they have a question, or I owe them thanks. ^_^ And YOU SHOULD REVIEW TOO! I hear it's good for your health, sanity, and wealth. Um… just trust me on this!
cloudymind-14: People, you owe a big thanks for this awesome suggestion! I thought it was brilliant and I used it as best I could. (cloudymind-14 suggested some mild Snape/Lucius slash) I wrote in Narcissa before I got the suggestion, so things got a bit complicated, but I'll be trying to weave it in. ^_^ You'll see what I mean next chapter… Oh, and on a personal note: I'm so honored! Thank you!
Shelli: Oh yes, I definitely agree with you. Which is why the Mexicans will be making a giant mess of things. LOL.
Hypergurl20022: I should warn you, I'm absolutely horrible at writing actual sex. But if you mean stuff like the Room of Requirements scene last chapter, yeah, I'll try to put more with that. Thanks for reviewing again!