_______________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Nine________________
"What's with you, Malfoy?" Blaise asked, looking at the pregnant and twitching boy sitting next to him in History of Magic. "You look like you've seen a ghost... Or had an amazing orgasm, I can't decide which."
"What? No!" Draco hissed, eyes darting around. "I did not."
"Well, then what is it?"
"Nothing..." Draco looked away.
"Yeah, like I believe that one." Blaise replied. "Tell me, Draco, and maybe I wont have to force the information out."
"You wouldn't dare!" Draco glared. Blaise simply looked at him and Draco sighed. "You would. Fine... I had an interesting dream last night, that's all."
"Ah, wet dream?" Blaise asked casually. Draco glared, and that was answer enough for Blaise. "So, who was it? Potter, huh?"
"No!" Draco exclaimed. He quickly ducked his head as Professor Binns paused in his speech. Once the teacher continued, Draco looked over at Blaise. "Just forget about it."
"Nope, can't do that." Blaise sighed heavily, as though he was carrying a heavy burden. "It's my job to make sure you don't have a mental break down, and by the looks of it your on the path to that."
"How is it your job?"
"Snape." Blaise said simply. "Told me to keep an eye on you or some nonesense like that. So? Who was it?"
"Oh, fine..." Draco let out a long sigh. "I believe you like to call him Fireball."
"Weasley, huh?" Blaise grinned wickedly. "I can't blame you there, darling. That boy has got the cutest ass I've ever-"
"Don't finish that." Draco ordered.
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Harry was going to try this one last time. If he couldn't get Ron to forgive him, and Hermione for that matter, then he was just going to give up. It was, all in all, a lost cause otherwise. With both Hermione and Ron against him, Harry was being forced to actually do his homework and not get into trouble. It was a disturbing lifestyle and he couldn't take it anymore.
"Ron?" He asked tentatively. Ron eyed him and calmly waited for Harry to continue. "I-"
"Ronnie, my boy!" Seamus suddenly interupted, bouncing inbetween Harry and Ron. "Why did you tell the rest of us you were gay? You could of been joining me and Dean all this time!"
"Wh-What?" Ron stuttered. "Where did you hear-?"
"Well, Harry an-"
"Oh, I see." Ron glared past Seamus at The Boy Who Was Now Friendless and swiftly turned and stomped out of the common room. Seamus frowned slightly, then shrugged and bounced off. Harry let out an Amazon scream and dove towards the Irish man in anger.
"Harry! Woah!" Seamus yelled, running from the now Boy Who Had Gone Insane. "I know you want my body, but please! This cute ass belongs to Dean, not you!"
"I'm going to kill you!" Harry screeched.
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Ron paused outside of the Gyrffindor Tower when he heard Seamus screaming for help. Shaking his head, he decided to just ignore the energetic Irish man and continue his pouting walk. Feeling more than betrayed (and just a little disturbed at Seamus' offer), Ron made his way to the entrance hall, planning on going outside. With his eyes trained on the ground, he didn't notice the other person before it was too late. They collided, the other person landing on top of him.
"Ow!" Ron reached up to rub the back of his head. He looked up and came eye to eye with a pair of chocolate brown eyes. Forcing his eyesight to focus he realized Blaise Zabini was laying on top of him, smirking. "Gerrof!"
"Why hello, Weasley." Blaise replied, propping himself on his hands. His smirk morphed into a grin and he winked down at the red head. "Interesting position we find ourselves in."
"What? Come on, get off of me, Zabini!" Ron order, glaring.
"Well, what do you know? Mr. Weasley took it upon himself to learn my name. And all this time I thought you only had eyes for one Slytherin. Tsk. Tsk." Blaise's grin was turning wicked. "Wait until I tell Malfoy about this."
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on, I heard all about you and Draco." Blaise said softly.
"There is no Draco - I mean, Malfoy - and me." Ron growled. He had already been in a bad mood, this was not helping things. Blaise smirked.
"Really, now." He leaned down until their lips were nearly touching and whispered. "Prove it."
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It was at that moment, across the castle, that Draco Malfoy knew something was wrong. He had this terrible feeling in his gut, and for once it wasn't his bowls doing a dance. He sat up on his couch and narrowed his eyes at the door. Something was going on that he should know about. That much was certain. He had the sudden dread that something he owned was being tarnished, being taken from him. Draco stood and growled lightly in his throat. Being a Malfoy, he kept what he owned protected and out of others' reach. The idea that something, or at this point he was certain it was someONE, was being put into a situation that Draco himself would not aprove of was a bit unnerving.
Determined to find out what the hell was going on, Draco grabbed his outer robe and stomped out the door. But not before grabbing a blueberry muffin on the way. Alfterall, he might need a snack. Who knew how far he would have to go?
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*wicked grin* I've been planning since the beginning to Blaise try SOMETHING with Ron (his little Fireball, muwaha). Now I had the chance! Never catch a Weasley in a moment of aggitation or anger, because that passion can always turn sexual... oh, wait, maybe you WOULD want that to happen? I know I would.
"What's with you, Malfoy?" Blaise asked, looking at the pregnant and twitching boy sitting next to him in History of Magic. "You look like you've seen a ghost... Or had an amazing orgasm, I can't decide which."
"What? No!" Draco hissed, eyes darting around. "I did not."
"Well, then what is it?"
"Nothing..." Draco looked away.
"Yeah, like I believe that one." Blaise replied. "Tell me, Draco, and maybe I wont have to force the information out."
"You wouldn't dare!" Draco glared. Blaise simply looked at him and Draco sighed. "You would. Fine... I had an interesting dream last night, that's all."
"Ah, wet dream?" Blaise asked casually. Draco glared, and that was answer enough for Blaise. "So, who was it? Potter, huh?"
"No!" Draco exclaimed. He quickly ducked his head as Professor Binns paused in his speech. Once the teacher continued, Draco looked over at Blaise. "Just forget about it."
"Nope, can't do that." Blaise sighed heavily, as though he was carrying a heavy burden. "It's my job to make sure you don't have a mental break down, and by the looks of it your on the path to that."
"How is it your job?"
"Snape." Blaise said simply. "Told me to keep an eye on you or some nonesense like that. So? Who was it?"
"Oh, fine..." Draco let out a long sigh. "I believe you like to call him Fireball."
"Weasley, huh?" Blaise grinned wickedly. "I can't blame you there, darling. That boy has got the cutest ass I've ever-"
"Don't finish that." Draco ordered.
_________...
Harry was going to try this one last time. If he couldn't get Ron to forgive him, and Hermione for that matter, then he was just going to give up. It was, all in all, a lost cause otherwise. With both Hermione and Ron against him, Harry was being forced to actually do his homework and not get into trouble. It was a disturbing lifestyle and he couldn't take it anymore.
"Ron?" He asked tentatively. Ron eyed him and calmly waited for Harry to continue. "I-"
"Ronnie, my boy!" Seamus suddenly interupted, bouncing inbetween Harry and Ron. "Why did you tell the rest of us you were gay? You could of been joining me and Dean all this time!"
"Wh-What?" Ron stuttered. "Where did you hear-?"
"Well, Harry an-"
"Oh, I see." Ron glared past Seamus at The Boy Who Was Now Friendless and swiftly turned and stomped out of the common room. Seamus frowned slightly, then shrugged and bounced off. Harry let out an Amazon scream and dove towards the Irish man in anger.
"Harry! Woah!" Seamus yelled, running from the now Boy Who Had Gone Insane. "I know you want my body, but please! This cute ass belongs to Dean, not you!"
"I'm going to kill you!" Harry screeched.
__________...
Ron paused outside of the Gyrffindor Tower when he heard Seamus screaming for help. Shaking his head, he decided to just ignore the energetic Irish man and continue his pouting walk. Feeling more than betrayed (and just a little disturbed at Seamus' offer), Ron made his way to the entrance hall, planning on going outside. With his eyes trained on the ground, he didn't notice the other person before it was too late. They collided, the other person landing on top of him.
"Ow!" Ron reached up to rub the back of his head. He looked up and came eye to eye with a pair of chocolate brown eyes. Forcing his eyesight to focus he realized Blaise Zabini was laying on top of him, smirking. "Gerrof!"
"Why hello, Weasley." Blaise replied, propping himself on his hands. His smirk morphed into a grin and he winked down at the red head. "Interesting position we find ourselves in."
"What? Come on, get off of me, Zabini!" Ron order, glaring.
"Well, what do you know? Mr. Weasley took it upon himself to learn my name. And all this time I thought you only had eyes for one Slytherin. Tsk. Tsk." Blaise's grin was turning wicked. "Wait until I tell Malfoy about this."
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on, I heard all about you and Draco." Blaise said softly.
"There is no Draco - I mean, Malfoy - and me." Ron growled. He had already been in a bad mood, this was not helping things. Blaise smirked.
"Really, now." He leaned down until their lips were nearly touching and whispered. "Prove it."
__________...
It was at that moment, across the castle, that Draco Malfoy knew something was wrong. He had this terrible feeling in his gut, and for once it wasn't his bowls doing a dance. He sat up on his couch and narrowed his eyes at the door. Something was going on that he should know about. That much was certain. He had the sudden dread that something he owned was being tarnished, being taken from him. Draco stood and growled lightly in his throat. Being a Malfoy, he kept what he owned protected and out of others' reach. The idea that something, or at this point he was certain it was someONE, was being put into a situation that Draco himself would not aprove of was a bit unnerving.
Determined to find out what the hell was going on, Draco grabbed his outer robe and stomped out the door. But not before grabbing a blueberry muffin on the way. Alfterall, he might need a snack. Who knew how far he would have to go?
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*wicked grin* I've been planning since the beginning to Blaise try SOMETHING with Ron (his little Fireball, muwaha). Now I had the chance! Never catch a Weasley in a moment of aggitation or anger, because that passion can always turn sexual... oh, wait, maybe you WOULD want that to happen? I know I would.