A/N: I just thought I'd let all my reveiwers know that I LOVE YOU! *giggle*
All Harry Fans: Sorry... but I kinda make you want to choke Harry to death here. well, at least that's how I felt. lol.
_______________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Eight_________________
"No?" Ron repeated.
"Yes." Draco sniffed. The blonde took a deep breath and stood. He started walking toward his bedroom, but Ron followed.
"Who, then?" He asked. He leaned against the the door frame and watched Draco fidget around his room nervously.
"No one." He said, digging in his wardrobe for pajamas.
"No one?" Ron snorted. "I don't think that's possible, Malfoy."
"What would you know about it?" Draco snapped, stomping into his bathroom to change. Ron calmly waited until his emerged before replying.
"I know a bit." Ron replied. "I know that you got pregnant the night me and Harry got drunk. I know that the only way this could of happened was with the Producia Charm, and that means it was planned. What I don't want to acknowledge is the fact that there is only one other person who it could of happened with besides Harry at the time. I want you to tell me yourself, Malfoy. Who is the father?"
"You'll never leave me alone will you?" Draco whined falling back onto his bed. Ron let out a long, dramatic sigh. He removed himself from the doorway and walked over to the bed. Draco looked at him in half-horror as he pulled the covers back and motioned for him to get in.
"Come on, you should get some sleep." Ron muttered. Draco stared at him while he climbed under the covers. Ron carefully covered him up.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Weasel?" Draco asked snidely.
"Untill I hear the truth from your mouth, I'm going to consider this both Harry and my problem." Ron told him. "And unlike Harry, I'm a bit more open to this idea. Besides, I am a Weasley, it's in our nature to nuture and reproduce."
"Get out of here." Draco said, trying to hide the smile wanting to form on his lips.
Ron gave him a half smile, before turning and leaving the room. He exited the quarters and quickly made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. He sighed in relief as he entered through the portrait hall. He had made it all that way without meeting Snape or Filch. Ron looked around the darkened common room. It must of been later than he thought. The fire was lit and it held the only light in the room.
Ron made for the boy's dorm, but a figure on the couch next to the fire caught his attention. He took a step forward. The light of the fire cast a red glow on Harry Potter's face. He was asleep, curled up into a ball. Ron suddenly noticed how small the boy really was. With a deep sigh, he walked over and sat down at Harry's feet. Reaching over, he tapped the boy on the shoulder.
"Wha-?" Harry blinked and looked over at Ron through groggy eyes. "Ron?"
"Hey, Harry."
"Ron.. I'm sorry." Harry said immediately, sitting up. Ron looked at him a moment before nodding. "I didn't know about Bill. I guess the Dursley's had more of an effect on me than I thought."
"It's okay, Harry." Ron gave him a half-smile.
"I don't like the idea of two guys together, but I promise not to say anything about it." Harry told him.
"Harry, I'm going to tell you this now so I won't have to later." Ron took a deep breath. "I'm gay."
"Oh..." Harry shifted in his seat.
"And there is more..." Ron said.
"Oh, God, your not in love with me are you?" Harry asked in horror. Ron simply stared at him in shock. Shaking his head, Ron stood without answering and went to bed. Maybe Malfoy was right, Harry's fame is starting to get to him.
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"What do you think he'll name it?" Blaise asked the next morning at breakfast. Crabbe and Goyle shared glances and scooted away from Draco. Their leader had come to breakfast in a sour mood. All of the students, and some of the teachers, were avoiding him. It seemed Blaise was the only one brave enough, or perhaps stupid enough, to talk to him.
"Who?" Draco growled through his scrambled eggs. He wasn't too happy. He had awakened from the best night sleep in his life, feeling content and happy. Then he realized just why he felt like that. Ron had tucked him in. Ever since that moment, he had snapped at everyone to glance at him.
"The Dark Lord!" Blaise said. "How about 'Voldie Jr.'? And if it's a girl - Voldetta!"
"Do shut up, Zabini." Draco ordered. Blaise sniffed down at him and adjusted his robes.
"Fine. I have a meeting with a second year Hufflepuff anyway." He replied.
"Over what, may I ask?" Draco inquired.
"Not that you need to know, but doing my Herbology homework." Blaise grinned and winked in Draco's general direction.
"Oh, please." Draco muttered as the Itialian left the table. Draco let his eyes drift around the Great Hall, stuffing his mouth all the while and attempting to keep Goyle from stealing his blue-berry muffin. His eyes landed on a bushy head and green-eyed boy. Odd, no red hair. Draco quickly scanned the Gryffindor table and was shocked to see Ron sitting down at the end. The Weasley kept shooting Harry glances and frowning. Draco rasied an eyebrow at this event. "Wonder what's up their knickers..."
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"Honestly, Harry." Hermione repeated for the fifth time that morning. "I thought you were going to apologize to him! What happened?"
"It's nothing!" Harry said.
"Harry, come on. I know Ron." Hermione continued. "Sure, he's short tempered and he does have a hard time getting over things, but I highly doubt he would of continued to be mad at you if you had apologized. Just tell me what happened."
"I can't!" Harry told her, his voice rising. He quickly lowered it, noticing Seamus Finnigan was leaning over in interest. "Look, he told me something. I don't think he would be very happy if I let it out of the bag."
"Oh." Hermione nodded knowingly. "He already told me."
"What!" Harry yelled. Seamus leaned a little farther over. "He told you before me?"
"Well, yeah." Hermione said. "I mean, you remember how you reacted. Come on, Harry. What did you do? I do realize Ron being gay can be a bit overwhelming, but it can't be that bad. How did you react, truthfully?"
"I..." Harry sighed heavily, hardly noticing that Seamus had quickly leaned over to whisper in Dean Thomas' ear excitedly. "I accused him of having a crush on me."
"Harry!" Hermione gapped. "How could you be so stupid! Boys! You are all alike. Too caught up in your own pride to think of other people." Harry opened his mouth but Hermione cut him off. "Harry, that was very inconsiderate of you. Ron was baring his soul!"
"Oh, God." Harry frowned. "He's not gonna get all emotional like you now is he?"
"Honestly!" Hermione exclaimed. She stood, picked up her plate, and proceeded to move to where Ron was sitting. Harry watched her go, frowning. He was just not having a very good week.
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hmmm, what's with Seamus? I just HAD to bring him into the picture. I'm in love with the irish guy (but no one replaces the place Charlie Weasley has in my heart. *dreamy sigh*). Anyway, suggestions are accepted! (i have plans, but i like hearing what people want).
All Harry Fans: Sorry... but I kinda make you want to choke Harry to death here. well, at least that's how I felt. lol.
_______________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Eight_________________
"No?" Ron repeated.
"Yes." Draco sniffed. The blonde took a deep breath and stood. He started walking toward his bedroom, but Ron followed.
"Who, then?" He asked. He leaned against the the door frame and watched Draco fidget around his room nervously.
"No one." He said, digging in his wardrobe for pajamas.
"No one?" Ron snorted. "I don't think that's possible, Malfoy."
"What would you know about it?" Draco snapped, stomping into his bathroom to change. Ron calmly waited until his emerged before replying.
"I know a bit." Ron replied. "I know that you got pregnant the night me and Harry got drunk. I know that the only way this could of happened was with the Producia Charm, and that means it was planned. What I don't want to acknowledge is the fact that there is only one other person who it could of happened with besides Harry at the time. I want you to tell me yourself, Malfoy. Who is the father?"
"You'll never leave me alone will you?" Draco whined falling back onto his bed. Ron let out a long, dramatic sigh. He removed himself from the doorway and walked over to the bed. Draco looked at him in half-horror as he pulled the covers back and motioned for him to get in.
"Come on, you should get some sleep." Ron muttered. Draco stared at him while he climbed under the covers. Ron carefully covered him up.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Weasel?" Draco asked snidely.
"Untill I hear the truth from your mouth, I'm going to consider this both Harry and my problem." Ron told him. "And unlike Harry, I'm a bit more open to this idea. Besides, I am a Weasley, it's in our nature to nuture and reproduce."
"Get out of here." Draco said, trying to hide the smile wanting to form on his lips.
Ron gave him a half smile, before turning and leaving the room. He exited the quarters and quickly made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. He sighed in relief as he entered through the portrait hall. He had made it all that way without meeting Snape or Filch. Ron looked around the darkened common room. It must of been later than he thought. The fire was lit and it held the only light in the room.
Ron made for the boy's dorm, but a figure on the couch next to the fire caught his attention. He took a step forward. The light of the fire cast a red glow on Harry Potter's face. He was asleep, curled up into a ball. Ron suddenly noticed how small the boy really was. With a deep sigh, he walked over and sat down at Harry's feet. Reaching over, he tapped the boy on the shoulder.
"Wha-?" Harry blinked and looked over at Ron through groggy eyes. "Ron?"
"Hey, Harry."
"Ron.. I'm sorry." Harry said immediately, sitting up. Ron looked at him a moment before nodding. "I didn't know about Bill. I guess the Dursley's had more of an effect on me than I thought."
"It's okay, Harry." Ron gave him a half-smile.
"I don't like the idea of two guys together, but I promise not to say anything about it." Harry told him.
"Harry, I'm going to tell you this now so I won't have to later." Ron took a deep breath. "I'm gay."
"Oh..." Harry shifted in his seat.
"And there is more..." Ron said.
"Oh, God, your not in love with me are you?" Harry asked in horror. Ron simply stared at him in shock. Shaking his head, Ron stood without answering and went to bed. Maybe Malfoy was right, Harry's fame is starting to get to him.
__________...
"What do you think he'll name it?" Blaise asked the next morning at breakfast. Crabbe and Goyle shared glances and scooted away from Draco. Their leader had come to breakfast in a sour mood. All of the students, and some of the teachers, were avoiding him. It seemed Blaise was the only one brave enough, or perhaps stupid enough, to talk to him.
"Who?" Draco growled through his scrambled eggs. He wasn't too happy. He had awakened from the best night sleep in his life, feeling content and happy. Then he realized just why he felt like that. Ron had tucked him in. Ever since that moment, he had snapped at everyone to glance at him.
"The Dark Lord!" Blaise said. "How about 'Voldie Jr.'? And if it's a girl - Voldetta!"
"Do shut up, Zabini." Draco ordered. Blaise sniffed down at him and adjusted his robes.
"Fine. I have a meeting with a second year Hufflepuff anyway." He replied.
"Over what, may I ask?" Draco inquired.
"Not that you need to know, but doing my Herbology homework." Blaise grinned and winked in Draco's general direction.
"Oh, please." Draco muttered as the Itialian left the table. Draco let his eyes drift around the Great Hall, stuffing his mouth all the while and attempting to keep Goyle from stealing his blue-berry muffin. His eyes landed on a bushy head and green-eyed boy. Odd, no red hair. Draco quickly scanned the Gryffindor table and was shocked to see Ron sitting down at the end. The Weasley kept shooting Harry glances and frowning. Draco rasied an eyebrow at this event. "Wonder what's up their knickers..."
_________...
"Honestly, Harry." Hermione repeated for the fifth time that morning. "I thought you were going to apologize to him! What happened?"
"It's nothing!" Harry said.
"Harry, come on. I know Ron." Hermione continued. "Sure, he's short tempered and he does have a hard time getting over things, but I highly doubt he would of continued to be mad at you if you had apologized. Just tell me what happened."
"I can't!" Harry told her, his voice rising. He quickly lowered it, noticing Seamus Finnigan was leaning over in interest. "Look, he told me something. I don't think he would be very happy if I let it out of the bag."
"Oh." Hermione nodded knowingly. "He already told me."
"What!" Harry yelled. Seamus leaned a little farther over. "He told you before me?"
"Well, yeah." Hermione said. "I mean, you remember how you reacted. Come on, Harry. What did you do? I do realize Ron being gay can be a bit overwhelming, but it can't be that bad. How did you react, truthfully?"
"I..." Harry sighed heavily, hardly noticing that Seamus had quickly leaned over to whisper in Dean Thomas' ear excitedly. "I accused him of having a crush on me."
"Harry!" Hermione gapped. "How could you be so stupid! Boys! You are all alike. Too caught up in your own pride to think of other people." Harry opened his mouth but Hermione cut him off. "Harry, that was very inconsiderate of you. Ron was baring his soul!"
"Oh, God." Harry frowned. "He's not gonna get all emotional like you now is he?"
"Honestly!" Hermione exclaimed. She stood, picked up her plate, and proceeded to move to where Ron was sitting. Harry watched her go, frowning. He was just not having a very good week.
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hmmm, what's with Seamus? I just HAD to bring him into the picture. I'm in love with the irish guy (but no one replaces the place Charlie Weasley has in my heart. *dreamy sigh*). Anyway, suggestions are accepted! (i have plans, but i like hearing what people want).