Author Notes: I know the epilogue was short, but that WAS the epilogue. chapters are, by default, longer. *grin*
Small Warning: PMS-teasing in here. i am a girl, so ladies dont' get all offended by me, ok? i'm just making fun of my own behaivor alrighty?
____________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter One_____________________
The Hogwarts Express was a welcomming sight to Harry Potter. After spending the past week threatening his Uncle Vernon with magic, the pudgy man finally threw Harry's trunk into the car and drove him to King's Cross. Normally Harry would of gone to The Burrow, but Ron has written earlier with a warning that it wasn't the best idea. His younger sister, Ginny Weasley, was being oddly violent in her mid-teen years and was stricking out at everyone. Ron thought it best if Harry didn't face such violence so early in the year. That was, afterall, usually placed for after Halloween.
Harry, unable to spot the Weasley family on Platform 9 3/4, stepped inside the train and headed for the back of the train. He could hear the distant voice of his red-haired best friend in the distance, followed by a drawling one. Harry stopped short at the door to the compartment, listening as one Draco Malfoy spoke inside.
"So, where is the Golden Boy at?" The voice asked, a smirk was heard in the voice easily.
"Non of your business, Malfoy." Ron's anger-filled tenor replied.
"Aww, what's wrong, Weasel?" Draco asked. "Did you and Harry break up?"
"W-what?!" Ron sputtered inside. Harry took that moment to slide the compartment door open. Ron and Draco stood facing each other, Ron red in the face. Hermione sat in the corner, head burried in a book. She looked up at Harry's entrance and rolled her eyes and mouthed a single word, 'Boys'.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked calmly, pushing Draco to the side and sitting down next to the bookworm.
"Can't one come and have a little chat with fellow classmates?" Draco replied, recieving an even darker glare from the Weasley boy. Draco sighed melodramatically. "Potter, you should teach your Weasel not to be so protective of you. One would think you couldn't defend yourself."
With that the insufferable blonde stepped out of the room. Ron slammed the compartment door, nearly breaking it's glass. He sat down and crossed his arms, keeping his blue eyes trained on the floor. Harry gave him a worried look before speaking. "Don't worry about him, Ron. He hasn't a clue to what he's saying anyway."
Ron mumbled something and looked out the window. Harry glanced at Hermione, who leaned over to whisper in his ear. "He's been acting like this since I arrived. I was talking to Ginny, and she said he's been hiding in his bedroom all summer moping about something. What, I can't figure out."
"Ron told me Ginny was running around the house bullying everyone. Maybe she said something to offend him?" Harry suggested. Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What makes you think Ginny is behaiving that way?" She inquired. "If you had half the problem Ginny had, or any girl for that matter, you would be just as moody. And Ginny's behaivor has nothing to do with Ron's."
"Alright, sorry." Harry scooted away from her to a safe distance and turned back to Ron. Ron briefed a glance at him, and quickly looked away blushing slighty. Harry frowned. 'What is his problem?' Harry spent most of the train ride watching Ron, who kept shooting him blushing glances. When Hermione finally left to go chat with Ginny, Harry brought himself to speak with Ron. "Are you okay?"
Ron jumped at the sound of his voice. "Harry! Uh... Yes, I'm fine. Super. Peachy-keen. Bloody wonderful."
"Then why have you been so quiet?" Harry asked.
"No reason!" Ron practically screamed. He covered his mouth and his freckled face turned redder than his hair.
"Ron," Harry said slowly, "If you need to talk about something, you know you can trust me right? ...Right?"
"Ye-Yes." Ron said through his fingers. Harry nodded and looked at Ron expectantly. Ron sighed. "I heard Mum and Dad talking over the summer about You-Know-Who and some new plan he's got." Harry's eyes widened. "He's gonna make you have a baby."
"..." Harry stared. Stared. And stared some more. Then burst out laughing. "What are you talking about, Ron? I can't have a baby, I'm a guy."
"Harry... This is the magical world." Ron told him softly. "There are a lot of spells that we wont even touch in class. Producia Charm is one of them."
"Pr-Producia?" Harry asked, eyes still wide. "How do you know about that?"
"I've done... research." Ron all but mumbled. Harry gave him an odd look, but didn't say anything on the subject. Ron sighed once again. "But I'm serious, Harry! Mum was terribly worried about it. That's why you had to stay at the Dursleys all summer, there is no way You-Know-Who could find you there."
"So... Voldemort-" Ron cringed. "-is going to make me get pregnant?"
"That's what it sounded like." Ron replied. "Something about you reproducing."
"That is insane." Harry said. Ron nodded, but still kept his eyes slightly adverted. Harry got the feeling Ron was still keeping something from him. But he thought it best not to say anything. Ron would tell him when he's ready.
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Draco Malfoy sat in his compartment. The two Blunderheads, often called Crabbe and Goyle, sat across from him looking through a nude magazine. Draco ignored their giggling and stared out the window, tapping his chin lightly in thought. He mumbled to himself, speaking his thoughts outloud, hardly worried of the two would hear him.
"Get closer to Potter. How am I suppose to get closer to Potter?" Draco mused. "Need him to trust me. Damn Gryffindors wont just jump into anyone's bed. No, they have to be in love. Humph, whatever that is... Hmm... What does Potter love the most? Besides that stupid Firebolt of his..."
"The red-head." A voice broke through his thoughts. Draco glared at the large boy who dared speak out of term.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked. Crabbe gulped and shared a look with Goyle before continuing.
"Well, the Weasel fella, no?" Draco raised an eyebrow, seeking an explination. "He was the one Potter had to rescue in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, right?"
"Brilliant!" Draco exclaimed. "Get to Potter through the Weasel! I'm absolutely brilliant!"
Crabbe and Goyle shared another look, shrugged, and went back to the nudity. Draco grinned deviously and turned back to the window.
Small Warning: PMS-teasing in here. i am a girl, so ladies dont' get all offended by me, ok? i'm just making fun of my own behaivor alrighty?
____________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter One_____________________
The Hogwarts Express was a welcomming sight to Harry Potter. After spending the past week threatening his Uncle Vernon with magic, the pudgy man finally threw Harry's trunk into the car and drove him to King's Cross. Normally Harry would of gone to The Burrow, but Ron has written earlier with a warning that it wasn't the best idea. His younger sister, Ginny Weasley, was being oddly violent in her mid-teen years and was stricking out at everyone. Ron thought it best if Harry didn't face such violence so early in the year. That was, afterall, usually placed for after Halloween.
Harry, unable to spot the Weasley family on Platform 9 3/4, stepped inside the train and headed for the back of the train. He could hear the distant voice of his red-haired best friend in the distance, followed by a drawling one. Harry stopped short at the door to the compartment, listening as one Draco Malfoy spoke inside.
"So, where is the Golden Boy at?" The voice asked, a smirk was heard in the voice easily.
"Non of your business, Malfoy." Ron's anger-filled tenor replied.
"Aww, what's wrong, Weasel?" Draco asked. "Did you and Harry break up?"
"W-what?!" Ron sputtered inside. Harry took that moment to slide the compartment door open. Ron and Draco stood facing each other, Ron red in the face. Hermione sat in the corner, head burried in a book. She looked up at Harry's entrance and rolled her eyes and mouthed a single word, 'Boys'.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked calmly, pushing Draco to the side and sitting down next to the bookworm.
"Can't one come and have a little chat with fellow classmates?" Draco replied, recieving an even darker glare from the Weasley boy. Draco sighed melodramatically. "Potter, you should teach your Weasel not to be so protective of you. One would think you couldn't defend yourself."
With that the insufferable blonde stepped out of the room. Ron slammed the compartment door, nearly breaking it's glass. He sat down and crossed his arms, keeping his blue eyes trained on the floor. Harry gave him a worried look before speaking. "Don't worry about him, Ron. He hasn't a clue to what he's saying anyway."
Ron mumbled something and looked out the window. Harry glanced at Hermione, who leaned over to whisper in his ear. "He's been acting like this since I arrived. I was talking to Ginny, and she said he's been hiding in his bedroom all summer moping about something. What, I can't figure out."
"Ron told me Ginny was running around the house bullying everyone. Maybe she said something to offend him?" Harry suggested. Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What makes you think Ginny is behaiving that way?" She inquired. "If you had half the problem Ginny had, or any girl for that matter, you would be just as moody. And Ginny's behaivor has nothing to do with Ron's."
"Alright, sorry." Harry scooted away from her to a safe distance and turned back to Ron. Ron briefed a glance at him, and quickly looked away blushing slighty. Harry frowned. 'What is his problem?' Harry spent most of the train ride watching Ron, who kept shooting him blushing glances. When Hermione finally left to go chat with Ginny, Harry brought himself to speak with Ron. "Are you okay?"
Ron jumped at the sound of his voice. "Harry! Uh... Yes, I'm fine. Super. Peachy-keen. Bloody wonderful."
"Then why have you been so quiet?" Harry asked.
"No reason!" Ron practically screamed. He covered his mouth and his freckled face turned redder than his hair.
"Ron," Harry said slowly, "If you need to talk about something, you know you can trust me right? ...Right?"
"Ye-Yes." Ron said through his fingers. Harry nodded and looked at Ron expectantly. Ron sighed. "I heard Mum and Dad talking over the summer about You-Know-Who and some new plan he's got." Harry's eyes widened. "He's gonna make you have a baby."
"..." Harry stared. Stared. And stared some more. Then burst out laughing. "What are you talking about, Ron? I can't have a baby, I'm a guy."
"Harry... This is the magical world." Ron told him softly. "There are a lot of spells that we wont even touch in class. Producia Charm is one of them."
"Pr-Producia?" Harry asked, eyes still wide. "How do you know about that?"
"I've done... research." Ron all but mumbled. Harry gave him an odd look, but didn't say anything on the subject. Ron sighed once again. "But I'm serious, Harry! Mum was terribly worried about it. That's why you had to stay at the Dursleys all summer, there is no way You-Know-Who could find you there."
"So... Voldemort-" Ron cringed. "-is going to make me get pregnant?"
"That's what it sounded like." Ron replied. "Something about you reproducing."
"That is insane." Harry said. Ron nodded, but still kept his eyes slightly adverted. Harry got the feeling Ron was still keeping something from him. But he thought it best not to say anything. Ron would tell him when he's ready.
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Draco Malfoy sat in his compartment. The two Blunderheads, often called Crabbe and Goyle, sat across from him looking through a nude magazine. Draco ignored their giggling and stared out the window, tapping his chin lightly in thought. He mumbled to himself, speaking his thoughts outloud, hardly worried of the two would hear him.
"Get closer to Potter. How am I suppose to get closer to Potter?" Draco mused. "Need him to trust me. Damn Gryffindors wont just jump into anyone's bed. No, they have to be in love. Humph, whatever that is... Hmm... What does Potter love the most? Besides that stupid Firebolt of his..."
"The red-head." A voice broke through his thoughts. Draco glared at the large boy who dared speak out of term.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked. Crabbe gulped and shared a look with Goyle before continuing.
"Well, the Weasel fella, no?" Draco raised an eyebrow, seeking an explination. "He was the one Potter had to rescue in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, right?"
"Brilliant!" Draco exclaimed. "Get to Potter through the Weasel! I'm absolutely brilliant!"
Crabbe and Goyle shared another look, shrugged, and went back to the nudity. Draco grinned deviously and turned back to the window.