Author's Reply to a Certain Reveiw (again, i'm terrible at names, people): Sickening, huh? MUWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! i've done my duty for the day, I see.
Warning: this is the drunk chapter. the characters are drunk, and i'm drunk on iced tea. so there you go. craziness.
_____________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Three_______________________
It was six weeks after Blaise had attempted to befriend the Golden Trio. Six weeks that Draco had spent gathering supplies and perfecting his plan. And now, it was taken into action. Draco sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, looking to everyone who glanced over as Seamus Finnigan. The only people occupying the room, though, was Ron and Harry. This, of course, was part of Draco's plan. That was what he was telling himself. Yes, he planned it all.
"Hey, you guys thirsty?" Draco asked, picking up the bag he had brought with him and winking at the two boys.
"That depends, what'cha got?" Ron asked, not removing his eyes from the chessboard.
"Just a little Firewhiskey." Draco said calmly, enjoying the fact that it was him who was speaking with an Irish accent. At that, Harry's head jerked up and eyed the bottle Draco was waving around. Draco grinned. "Care for a little sip, Potter?"
"Hand it over!" Harry said excitedly. Draco complied, chuckling lightly. Harry took a huge swig and immediately started gagging. Clearing his throat, he handed the bottle to Ron. "Nice stuff."
"Where did you get this?" Ron asked, chugging down so much that Draco was actually looking at him in awe.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Draco laughed as Ron passed the bottle back to Harry.
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"Sho!" Harry bellowed, leaning forward from his seat atop the coffee table. "I'sh tell her! I'sh shay 'Cho! You'sh better appreshiath whath I'm givish you!!'"
"You, Potter... No! Harry!" Draco cackled, obviously as drunk as the Boy Who Lived. Ron just grinned from his seat next to Draco. Which happened to be in the same chair, squished close together. "Harry! You are.... the.. uhh... Bomb! Hahahaha!!! Bomb! Get it?"
"Your so funny, Seamus." Ron muttered, leaning his head on Draco's shoulder.
"I know." Draco agreed.
"I'sh... I'sh..." Harry looked at them dazed, then fell over and onto the floor, snoring peacefully. Ron giggled and scooted closer to Draco.
Draco looked around his blurry surroundings. Red and gold seemed to be everywhere. He blinked and looked at the ground, next to the passed out Potter. Firewhiskey bottles cluttered the floor. That's when Draco's mind woke up and attempted to remind him of something. There was something he was suppose to do.... But what? Ron wrapped one arm around Draco's waist and stared at him. He looked like he wanted to shag... Wait a minute! Draco blinked at the red head. Wasn't he suppose to shag someone tonight? Who...
"Oh well!" Draco said, louder than he meant to. "You will do."
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Draco groaned, his head throbbing. A beam of sunlight was darting in between the curtain surrounding the bed. Blinking, Draco noticed things were not quite right. No, the curtain was red. Why would the curtain be red? Slowly, Draco came to the realization someone was hugging his waist. He looked down at the lump in the comfortor, afraid to lift it.
"This isn't going to be good." Draco muttered to himself. He paused, trying to remember the night before. Nothing seemed to come to him, so he slowly lifted the blanket. Red. There was more red. "Shit."
Draco slowly and gently slid away from the Weasley he had just discovered. Carefully, he pulled the curtain of the four-poster bed back and took a look at his surroundings. There was no getting around the fact that he had shagged a weasel. As much as it disgusted him, from the looks of their clothes thrown all over the place, it had been a good time. But this was far beyond what Draco wanted to comprehend. The important part was that he had been under a charm. One that would ensure him getting pregnant. By Harry Potter. But the boy he had left in that bed was not Harry Potter. So, Draco mused, he would jsut have to do what he always did. Lie.
"Where are you, Potty?" Draco asked himself, hardly noticing that he was naked as he stepped towards the closest bed. Soemone was obviously on Draco's side this fine -- deranged -- morning. He came face to face with Harry Potter. Harry was laying on his bed, completely naked (for reason Draco really didn't want to know), and head hanging off the edge. Draco held his breath, looked around, and quietly crawled into the bed.
Draco made a large attempt not to wake the Golden Boy. He scotted close enough to ensure Harry would think something had happened, but not close enough to have certain bits touch other bits. Draco Malfoy, contrary to the popular belief, was not a sexaholic who slept with everything. No, he just liked people to think so. And hopefully, Harry would take the rumors into consideration when waking.
"Oh, Hermione." Harry whispered softly as he rolled over in his sleep and gripped Draco's arm. Draco held back the need to gag. Much to Draco's aggitation, Harry follwed his movement with lifting his hand and stroking Draco's chest lightly. Draco took in a sharp breath, only resulting in waking the Golden Boy. "Wha-?"
"Uh... Morning?" Draco said, trying to keep his voice down so not to make his head ache worse. Harry just stared at him. His emerald eyes were wide, his mouth open in shock. Draco could admit, Harry was rather cute. But just not his type.
"Holy shit, Malfoy!" Harry screamed, bouncing away and succeeding in falling out of the bed. Draco watched, trying not to laugh, as Harry rolled around the floor, tangled up in the curtains. After a few minutes of struggle, Harry jumped to his feet. Draco slowly slid off the bed and looked Harry over. Harry grabbed his boxers from the floor (a pair of red cotton ones, with little golden snitches) and hastily put them on. "What the hell are you doing in my bed, Malfoy?"
"I would think that's obvious, Potter." Draco drawled, pulling up all his lying and cheating ability not to crack under the disgusting pressure.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Harry exclaimed, eyeing Draco with malice. "Get some fucking clothes on!"
"Do you think you've yelled enough, Potter? I dont' think those in Ravenclaw have heard you yet." Draco replied, picking up his silk black boxers. Draco took his time in dressing, and as he slowly buttoned up his robes he grinned at Harry. "It was fun, Potter. We should do this again sometime."
"Again? We didn't even do it this time!" Harry yelled. A groan was heard from Ron's bed and a red-head popped out.
"Will you two shut up!" Ron said groggly. Ron looked between the half-dressed Harry and smug Draco. "What's going on?"
"You Gryffindor's really are stupid." Draco muttered loud enough for them to hear. "Maybe you can talk some sense into your friend, Weasel. Potter doesn't seem to believe we fucked like bunnies last night. Even though we both woke in the same bed, naked."
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "How could you fuck a Malfoy? That's gross!" Draco glared at the red head, but Ron paid no attention.
"We didn't screw!" Harry demanded. "At least I dont' think we did... Did we?"
"Who cares, Potty." Draco said, smirking. "It doesn't matter. The night is over with, the day has come. I'm going to breakfast. I can only tell you that if you say anything about this to anyone, I will hex you so severely you'll be begging for You-Know-Who to kill you."
With that, Draco saunted out fo the dorm. Harry stared at the door, while Ron proceeded in searching for his boxers. Once they were discovered, he slipped them on and looked over at his best friend. "You okay?"
"I honestly don't remember anything last night." Harry said sadly.
"I know. I dont' either." Ron shrugged. "But I do know one thing, it smells like sex in here."
"Ugh, shut up!" A voice yelled from behind one fo the other four-poster beds. The boys turned to see Dean Thomas poke his head out. "Will you two shut up! It's nine in the morning and on a freakin' Saturday for crying out loud! ...Wasn't there three voices?"
"No!" Harry said hastily, eyes wide. "Just me and Ron."
"Yea, whatever." Dean muttered, and a few seconds later the sound of snoring was heard.
Warning: this is the drunk chapter. the characters are drunk, and i'm drunk on iced tea. so there you go. craziness.
_____________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Three_______________________
It was six weeks after Blaise had attempted to befriend the Golden Trio. Six weeks that Draco had spent gathering supplies and perfecting his plan. And now, it was taken into action. Draco sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, looking to everyone who glanced over as Seamus Finnigan. The only people occupying the room, though, was Ron and Harry. This, of course, was part of Draco's plan. That was what he was telling himself. Yes, he planned it all.
"Hey, you guys thirsty?" Draco asked, picking up the bag he had brought with him and winking at the two boys.
"That depends, what'cha got?" Ron asked, not removing his eyes from the chessboard.
"Just a little Firewhiskey." Draco said calmly, enjoying the fact that it was him who was speaking with an Irish accent. At that, Harry's head jerked up and eyed the bottle Draco was waving around. Draco grinned. "Care for a little sip, Potter?"
"Hand it over!" Harry said excitedly. Draco complied, chuckling lightly. Harry took a huge swig and immediately started gagging. Clearing his throat, he handed the bottle to Ron. "Nice stuff."
"Where did you get this?" Ron asked, chugging down so much that Draco was actually looking at him in awe.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Draco laughed as Ron passed the bottle back to Harry.
_______.....
"Sho!" Harry bellowed, leaning forward from his seat atop the coffee table. "I'sh tell her! I'sh shay 'Cho! You'sh better appreshiath whath I'm givish you!!'"
"You, Potter... No! Harry!" Draco cackled, obviously as drunk as the Boy Who Lived. Ron just grinned from his seat next to Draco. Which happened to be in the same chair, squished close together. "Harry! You are.... the.. uhh... Bomb! Hahahaha!!! Bomb! Get it?"
"Your so funny, Seamus." Ron muttered, leaning his head on Draco's shoulder.
"I know." Draco agreed.
"I'sh... I'sh..." Harry looked at them dazed, then fell over and onto the floor, snoring peacefully. Ron giggled and scooted closer to Draco.
Draco looked around his blurry surroundings. Red and gold seemed to be everywhere. He blinked and looked at the ground, next to the passed out Potter. Firewhiskey bottles cluttered the floor. That's when Draco's mind woke up and attempted to remind him of something. There was something he was suppose to do.... But what? Ron wrapped one arm around Draco's waist and stared at him. He looked like he wanted to shag... Wait a minute! Draco blinked at the red head. Wasn't he suppose to shag someone tonight? Who...
"Oh well!" Draco said, louder than he meant to. "You will do."
__________.....
Draco groaned, his head throbbing. A beam of sunlight was darting in between the curtain surrounding the bed. Blinking, Draco noticed things were not quite right. No, the curtain was red. Why would the curtain be red? Slowly, Draco came to the realization someone was hugging his waist. He looked down at the lump in the comfortor, afraid to lift it.
"This isn't going to be good." Draco muttered to himself. He paused, trying to remember the night before. Nothing seemed to come to him, so he slowly lifted the blanket. Red. There was more red. "Shit."
Draco slowly and gently slid away from the Weasley he had just discovered. Carefully, he pulled the curtain of the four-poster bed back and took a look at his surroundings. There was no getting around the fact that he had shagged a weasel. As much as it disgusted him, from the looks of their clothes thrown all over the place, it had been a good time. But this was far beyond what Draco wanted to comprehend. The important part was that he had been under a charm. One that would ensure him getting pregnant. By Harry Potter. But the boy he had left in that bed was not Harry Potter. So, Draco mused, he would jsut have to do what he always did. Lie.
"Where are you, Potty?" Draco asked himself, hardly noticing that he was naked as he stepped towards the closest bed. Soemone was obviously on Draco's side this fine -- deranged -- morning. He came face to face with Harry Potter. Harry was laying on his bed, completely naked (for reason Draco really didn't want to know), and head hanging off the edge. Draco held his breath, looked around, and quietly crawled into the bed.
Draco made a large attempt not to wake the Golden Boy. He scotted close enough to ensure Harry would think something had happened, but not close enough to have certain bits touch other bits. Draco Malfoy, contrary to the popular belief, was not a sexaholic who slept with everything. No, he just liked people to think so. And hopefully, Harry would take the rumors into consideration when waking.
"Oh, Hermione." Harry whispered softly as he rolled over in his sleep and gripped Draco's arm. Draco held back the need to gag. Much to Draco's aggitation, Harry follwed his movement with lifting his hand and stroking Draco's chest lightly. Draco took in a sharp breath, only resulting in waking the Golden Boy. "Wha-?"
"Uh... Morning?" Draco said, trying to keep his voice down so not to make his head ache worse. Harry just stared at him. His emerald eyes were wide, his mouth open in shock. Draco could admit, Harry was rather cute. But just not his type.
"Holy shit, Malfoy!" Harry screamed, bouncing away and succeeding in falling out of the bed. Draco watched, trying not to laugh, as Harry rolled around the floor, tangled up in the curtains. After a few minutes of struggle, Harry jumped to his feet. Draco slowly slid off the bed and looked Harry over. Harry grabbed his boxers from the floor (a pair of red cotton ones, with little golden snitches) and hastily put them on. "What the hell are you doing in my bed, Malfoy?"
"I would think that's obvious, Potter." Draco drawled, pulling up all his lying and cheating ability not to crack under the disgusting pressure.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Harry exclaimed, eyeing Draco with malice. "Get some fucking clothes on!"
"Do you think you've yelled enough, Potter? I dont' think those in Ravenclaw have heard you yet." Draco replied, picking up his silk black boxers. Draco took his time in dressing, and as he slowly buttoned up his robes he grinned at Harry. "It was fun, Potter. We should do this again sometime."
"Again? We didn't even do it this time!" Harry yelled. A groan was heard from Ron's bed and a red-head popped out.
"Will you two shut up!" Ron said groggly. Ron looked between the half-dressed Harry and smug Draco. "What's going on?"
"You Gryffindor's really are stupid." Draco muttered loud enough for them to hear. "Maybe you can talk some sense into your friend, Weasel. Potter doesn't seem to believe we fucked like bunnies last night. Even though we both woke in the same bed, naked."
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "How could you fuck a Malfoy? That's gross!" Draco glared at the red head, but Ron paid no attention.
"We didn't screw!" Harry demanded. "At least I dont' think we did... Did we?"
"Who cares, Potty." Draco said, smirking. "It doesn't matter. The night is over with, the day has come. I'm going to breakfast. I can only tell you that if you say anything about this to anyone, I will hex you so severely you'll be begging for You-Know-Who to kill you."
With that, Draco saunted out fo the dorm. Harry stared at the door, while Ron proceeded in searching for his boxers. Once they were discovered, he slipped them on and looked over at his best friend. "You okay?"
"I honestly don't remember anything last night." Harry said sadly.
"I know. I dont' either." Ron shrugged. "But I do know one thing, it smells like sex in here."
"Ugh, shut up!" A voice yelled from behind one fo the other four-poster beds. The boys turned to see Dean Thomas poke his head out. "Will you two shut up! It's nine in the morning and on a freakin' Saturday for crying out loud! ...Wasn't there three voices?"
"No!" Harry said hastily, eyes wide. "Just me and Ron."
"Yea, whatever." Dean muttered, and a few seconds later the sound of snoring was heard.