Author's Note: Hot Digity! I'm on a roll! ^.^ This is the chapter that Ron and Draco's relationship start actually developing. Muwahahha.
Oh, and I have to tell you people - I've never been pregnant. So I don't really know how emotional and stuff pregnant people get, all I have to go on is the stories my mom has told me about when she was carrying me. (but, sadly, I don't think I can find a way to put in here Draco throwing bowls of popcorn at people. *giggle*)
_______________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Seven_______________
"But how do you know, Harry?" Hermione asked him once again. Harry had just ran through the portrait hole and to the boy's dormitory in clock work speed. Ron and Hermione had followed, of coruse. Harry told them all about the wizard version of a ultrasound. Ron was still looking a little sick, and Hermione was questioning Harry's belief that the kid wasn't his.
"Becuase." Harry said lamely. "It just can't be! Shouldn't I... I don't know.. Feel something when I saw that.. thing? You should of seen Malfoy! He looked like he would defend the thing with his life! I wouldn't do that. I don't want to go near it."
"But, Harry." Ron suddenly said. "That fatherly additude usually comes when the child is formed with love, not drunkeness."
"Ron, it's not my kid." Harry growled, sitting down on his bed. "I swear. I'm not even gay! I mean, come on! Do I look like a freakin' fairy to you?"
"What?" Ron said in a strange low voice."F-fairy?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, totally oblivious to Ron's angry expression. "Fruit, Fairy, Poof! I'm not a limp wrist fag!"
"No, but your a bloody pillock!" Ron growled at him, all before stomping off and slamming the door. Harry stared after him. At the sound of tutting, he looked over at Hermione.
"What did I say?"
"Goodness, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "You really did it this time. Harry, homosexuality isn't looked on as bad in the wizarding world. In fact, it's seen as perfectly normal. Also... uhh... Well, you hurt Ron's feelings is all."
"But-!"
"No, Harry." Hermione shook her head sadly. "I know that living with the Dursley's probably did infuse some of their beliefs in you, but you can't let that poison your mind into thinking other ways of life are wrong. And as with Ron... Well, I don't know if he would want me to say."
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Bill's gay." Hermione gave him a half smile. "Why do you think he dresses so well?"
"Merlin, I didn't know." Harry sighed. "I should apologize, huh?"
Harry left the boy's dormitory and went down to the common room. Sighing, he found that Ron was not there. He decided the best thing to do was sit down and wait for him to return.
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"Geeze, Malfoy, your getting really fat!" Draco glared at Blaise Zabini, who simply smirked. "You really should consider taking this pregnancy from an aristocratic position. The least you could do is keep to a fitting weight at your stage."
"Zabini, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Draco replied, attempting to be calm.
"Fine, don't listen to me." Blaise let out a fake sigh. "But you really are getting huge."
"Y-You think I'm fat?" Draco suddenly asked. Blaise looked on, eyes wide, as Draco's lower lip started to quiver.
"Umm..."
"I'm ugly, aren't I? It's not my fault I'm pregnant you know!" Draco stood up and quickling left the Slytherin common room, eyes filled with tears.
Draco couldn't honestly explain why he was crying. Blaise's opinion wasn't that important to him. He knew the reason he was getting fat, and in all truth he didn't mind. As strange as it sounds, Draco was willing to do anything to ensure the survival of the child growing inside him.
Draco stepped out of the dungeons and walked down a lone corridor. He had simply gone to visit his old friends, and look what happens. Draco kicked at the wall, all while trying to wipe away a few tears. He hardly noticed another emotional person striding into the hall.
Of course, the new person's emotion was totally different. Ron was fuming. Harry had absolutely not right to be so prejudice. He couldn't understand how Harry could just go on insulting gay people like that. People like Bill, people like... him. Ron froze, breathing heavily. No, he didn't just think that. But, then again, that was why he was so moody all summer. He had spent nearly all summer contemplating his feelings over his best friend. He had basically come to the conclusion that, yes, he was attracted to men. Yes, he was attracted to Harry. Yes, he wasn't attracted to women. Ron let out a long breath. Yes, people like him.
Ron looked up at the sound of sniffling. There he saw Draco leaning against a wall, arms crossed, stomach starting to round, and tears falling down his face. Ron was reluctant to leave, even though he knew that Draco would hate to see him like this. But at the moment he was angry at Harry, and Harry dispised Draco and his kid. So, Ron's mind thought up the idea that he might as well do what Harry would not approve of and go help the snarky Slytherin.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron's mind never did say he was going to be pleasant during this.
"Shut up, Weasel." Draco blubbered.
"Seriously, what's wrong?" Ron insisted.
"I don't know!" Draco wailed, covering his face with his hands. "I don't know, okay? I just feel like crying! Leave me alone."
"No." Ron stated. Draco looked up at his with watery eyes that still managed to glare while weeping. Ron sighed. "Instead, I'm going to do the stupid thing and help you to your rooms. Blame it on the Gryffindor chivalry."
"Chivalry? Big word, Weasel. Hurt yourself, there?" Draco asked snidely as Ron began to usher him along the corridor. Ron chose not to comment. Draco took this as an invitation to continue, becasue at least it was stopping him from crying. "I'm shocked your family could afford the education it did, Weasley. It's nice to know your not putting it to waste, learning such vast words like that."
"Do shut up, Malfoy, I'm trying to be nice here." Ron told him.
"Oh, please." Draco rolled his eyes. They conitnued in silence, until Draco reached the entrance to his rooms. He turned to look at Ron and oddly felt himself get weepy again.
"Your going to cry again, aren't you?" Ron asked bluntly.
"Why can't you be nice to me, I'm fucking pregnant here!" Draco accused. Ron let out a long sigh as Draco started digging into his pocket for a napkin to wipe his eyes.
"Just say your damn password!" Ron order. Draco looked at him in shock.
"What? You actually expect me to let you into my rooms? You'll dirty up the place!" Draco replied.
"I'm not going to leave you here to cry all over the place. You'll end up hurting yourself or something." Ron said rather calmly.
"Oh, fine." Draco muttered. He turned toward the entrance. "I'm too tired to argue with you. Voldie Go To Hell."
"That's your password?" Ron asked, following Draco into his sitting room.
"Yes! It's because of that bastard I'm like this isn't it." Draco sat himself on his couch and stared up at the red head. "All that half-blood's fault."
"Interesting." Ron muttered. He let out a long breath and looked around. He was at a loss of what to do now. He turned back to Draco. The blonde sat with his eyes half closed, his hand resting on the small bulge of his stomach. Ron watched the hand make slow circles, finding the movement slightly comforting. He looked up to meet Draco's eyes. "Is Harry really the father?"
"Is this why your here?" Draco asked, his voice sounding weak and tired.
"Not really, but I want to know." Ron replied. Draco looked squarely at him and Ron knew he was thinking. He waited patiently for the answer, knowing Draco would probably take his time just to spite him.
"No."
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muwahaha! i'm so evil! Cliff-Hanger! wee! well, what do you think? should draco let it out that RON is the father, or just keep him guessing? hmm? hmm? let me know, i just might follow your advice! wee-hee! (i'm having WAY too much fun with this)
Oh, and I have to tell you people - I've never been pregnant. So I don't really know how emotional and stuff pregnant people get, all I have to go on is the stories my mom has told me about when she was carrying me. (but, sadly, I don't think I can find a way to put in here Draco throwing bowls of popcorn at people. *giggle*)
_______________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Seven_______________
"But how do you know, Harry?" Hermione asked him once again. Harry had just ran through the portrait hole and to the boy's dormitory in clock work speed. Ron and Hermione had followed, of coruse. Harry told them all about the wizard version of a ultrasound. Ron was still looking a little sick, and Hermione was questioning Harry's belief that the kid wasn't his.
"Becuase." Harry said lamely. "It just can't be! Shouldn't I... I don't know.. Feel something when I saw that.. thing? You should of seen Malfoy! He looked like he would defend the thing with his life! I wouldn't do that. I don't want to go near it."
"But, Harry." Ron suddenly said. "That fatherly additude usually comes when the child is formed with love, not drunkeness."
"Ron, it's not my kid." Harry growled, sitting down on his bed. "I swear. I'm not even gay! I mean, come on! Do I look like a freakin' fairy to you?"
"What?" Ron said in a strange low voice."F-fairy?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, totally oblivious to Ron's angry expression. "Fruit, Fairy, Poof! I'm not a limp wrist fag!"
"No, but your a bloody pillock!" Ron growled at him, all before stomping off and slamming the door. Harry stared after him. At the sound of tutting, he looked over at Hermione.
"What did I say?"
"Goodness, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "You really did it this time. Harry, homosexuality isn't looked on as bad in the wizarding world. In fact, it's seen as perfectly normal. Also... uhh... Well, you hurt Ron's feelings is all."
"But-!"
"No, Harry." Hermione shook her head sadly. "I know that living with the Dursley's probably did infuse some of their beliefs in you, but you can't let that poison your mind into thinking other ways of life are wrong. And as with Ron... Well, I don't know if he would want me to say."
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Bill's gay." Hermione gave him a half smile. "Why do you think he dresses so well?"
"Merlin, I didn't know." Harry sighed. "I should apologize, huh?"
Harry left the boy's dormitory and went down to the common room. Sighing, he found that Ron was not there. He decided the best thing to do was sit down and wait for him to return.
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"Geeze, Malfoy, your getting really fat!" Draco glared at Blaise Zabini, who simply smirked. "You really should consider taking this pregnancy from an aristocratic position. The least you could do is keep to a fitting weight at your stage."
"Zabini, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Draco replied, attempting to be calm.
"Fine, don't listen to me." Blaise let out a fake sigh. "But you really are getting huge."
"Y-You think I'm fat?" Draco suddenly asked. Blaise looked on, eyes wide, as Draco's lower lip started to quiver.
"Umm..."
"I'm ugly, aren't I? It's not my fault I'm pregnant you know!" Draco stood up and quickling left the Slytherin common room, eyes filled with tears.
Draco couldn't honestly explain why he was crying. Blaise's opinion wasn't that important to him. He knew the reason he was getting fat, and in all truth he didn't mind. As strange as it sounds, Draco was willing to do anything to ensure the survival of the child growing inside him.
Draco stepped out of the dungeons and walked down a lone corridor. He had simply gone to visit his old friends, and look what happens. Draco kicked at the wall, all while trying to wipe away a few tears. He hardly noticed another emotional person striding into the hall.
Of course, the new person's emotion was totally different. Ron was fuming. Harry had absolutely not right to be so prejudice. He couldn't understand how Harry could just go on insulting gay people like that. People like Bill, people like... him. Ron froze, breathing heavily. No, he didn't just think that. But, then again, that was why he was so moody all summer. He had spent nearly all summer contemplating his feelings over his best friend. He had basically come to the conclusion that, yes, he was attracted to men. Yes, he was attracted to Harry. Yes, he wasn't attracted to women. Ron let out a long breath. Yes, people like him.
Ron looked up at the sound of sniffling. There he saw Draco leaning against a wall, arms crossed, stomach starting to round, and tears falling down his face. Ron was reluctant to leave, even though he knew that Draco would hate to see him like this. But at the moment he was angry at Harry, and Harry dispised Draco and his kid. So, Ron's mind thought up the idea that he might as well do what Harry would not approve of and go help the snarky Slytherin.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron's mind never did say he was going to be pleasant during this.
"Shut up, Weasel." Draco blubbered.
"Seriously, what's wrong?" Ron insisted.
"I don't know!" Draco wailed, covering his face with his hands. "I don't know, okay? I just feel like crying! Leave me alone."
"No." Ron stated. Draco looked up at his with watery eyes that still managed to glare while weeping. Ron sighed. "Instead, I'm going to do the stupid thing and help you to your rooms. Blame it on the Gryffindor chivalry."
"Chivalry? Big word, Weasel. Hurt yourself, there?" Draco asked snidely as Ron began to usher him along the corridor. Ron chose not to comment. Draco took this as an invitation to continue, becasue at least it was stopping him from crying. "I'm shocked your family could afford the education it did, Weasley. It's nice to know your not putting it to waste, learning such vast words like that."
"Do shut up, Malfoy, I'm trying to be nice here." Ron told him.
"Oh, please." Draco rolled his eyes. They conitnued in silence, until Draco reached the entrance to his rooms. He turned to look at Ron and oddly felt himself get weepy again.
"Your going to cry again, aren't you?" Ron asked bluntly.
"Why can't you be nice to me, I'm fucking pregnant here!" Draco accused. Ron let out a long sigh as Draco started digging into his pocket for a napkin to wipe his eyes.
"Just say your damn password!" Ron order. Draco looked at him in shock.
"What? You actually expect me to let you into my rooms? You'll dirty up the place!" Draco replied.
"I'm not going to leave you here to cry all over the place. You'll end up hurting yourself or something." Ron said rather calmly.
"Oh, fine." Draco muttered. He turned toward the entrance. "I'm too tired to argue with you. Voldie Go To Hell."
"That's your password?" Ron asked, following Draco into his sitting room.
"Yes! It's because of that bastard I'm like this isn't it." Draco sat himself on his couch and stared up at the red head. "All that half-blood's fault."
"Interesting." Ron muttered. He let out a long breath and looked around. He was at a loss of what to do now. He turned back to Draco. The blonde sat with his eyes half closed, his hand resting on the small bulge of his stomach. Ron watched the hand make slow circles, finding the movement slightly comforting. He looked up to meet Draco's eyes. "Is Harry really the father?"
"Is this why your here?" Draco asked, his voice sounding weak and tired.
"Not really, but I want to know." Ron replied. Draco looked squarely at him and Ron knew he was thinking. He waited patiently for the answer, knowing Draco would probably take his time just to spite him.
"No."
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muwahaha! i'm so evil! Cliff-Hanger! wee! well, what do you think? should draco let it out that RON is the father, or just keep him guessing? hmm? hmm? let me know, i just might follow your advice! wee-hee! (i'm having WAY too much fun with this)