author note: ah, long awaited update. and i blame this delay all on Muse Charlie. *slaps Charlie into submission* MUWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!
a note about dyslexia: it's mentioned here and i don't know HOW to spell it, and considering i have it myself... now you know WHY nothing is ever spelled right. *grin* but it's a learning disability in which you read/see things backwords. so the word: flat tends to be: falt in your mind.
____________Operation Voldie's Heir - Chapter Eleven_____________
Draco Malfoy was in deep shit. At least this was his opinion of the matter. The fact was that he was a tad bit nervous. He was due, most unfortunetly, to have a minute meeting with the Dark Lord this night. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. This was Draco we are talking about. He had a knack for sucking up and making Lord Voldemort see him as a wonderful child who followed him everywhere, much to Draco's own horror. The problem was Draco's newfound hormones and the effects they have been having on his mouth.
The revealing of Ron belonging to him only a week ago was not the last of it. Only yesterday he had stated in the middle of a filled Great Hall that he could recomend Professor Snape a really good hair stylist. Now, everyone knew the man really needed a better do, but oddly he didn't take this information to heart. Thanks to the emotional baggage one Draco Malfoy had used to his advantage, he weaseled out of a detention.
So now Draco was sitting in the kitchens, graciously allowing the house-elves to wait on him, while thinking up a way to get out of his meeting with Voldie. It really shouldn't of come as a suprise to him when the door opened a Ron Weasley walked in. Really, it was just Draco's recent spout of bad luck. So Draco immediately demanded a bowl of chocolate ice cream from the nearest elf, pretending to ignore the red head's presence.
"Hey, Draco." Ron said softly. Draco cursed under his breath. So much for ignoring the weasel.
"What do you want, Weasley?" Draco looked up and was slightly shocked to see Ron glaring at him with narrowed eyes. Ron had failed to be truly angry with him since he found out about the pregnancy. Whether this was due to having a mother who multiplied like a bunny, Draco never knew. But the sudden anger flowing from Ron was... well, erotic in a sense.
"Don't you mean your Weasley?" Ron growled. Draco stared, eyes wide, as Ron stomped over to the table and sat down across from him. At that moment, The house elf appeared, bearing Draco's ice cream.
"Oh! It's Harry's Wheazy!" The elf squeeked. He set the bowl down and turned to call into the back rooms. "Dobby! Dobby! Harry's Wheazy is here!"
"Harry's Wheazy?" Draco questioned, hiding a smirk.
"Hello, Mister Wheazy!" Dobby said, at least Draco assumed it was him. They all looked alike. "Can I get anything for you?"
"Ugh, yea... hot chocolate?" Ron asked, his face bright red.
"Right away!" Dobby turned to the other house elf. "Hot chocolate for Harry's Wheazy, Blinky."
"That's it!" Draco suddenly roared, attempted to stand up. He wobbled a moment, then succeeded. Dobby and Blinky stared up at him, eyes wider than usual. Ron's eyes were not better off. "He's not Harry's Wheazy! He's mine! Mine, dammit! Draco's Wheazy!"
Silence filled the air. Ron's mouth dropped open and Dobby looked like he was about to cry. Draco felt like doing the same.
_______...
Hermione peeked into the boy's dorm room, then slowly slid in. She was still on uneven ground with Harry, but they were making great progress. Her eyes landed on Harry, who was reading a large book and scratching his head with his wand.
"Harry?"
"Aeack!" The odd yelp was accompanied by Harry jumping a foot in the air.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Hermione questioned suspiciously, looking at the bowl on his bed and book.
"Er..."
"Are you trying to make a Pensive?" Hermione asked, in an accusing voice. Harry glared, then sighed.
"If you must know, Hermione, I'm attempting to find out what happened that one night with... er... Draco." Harry replied. Hermione stared at him a moment, then smiled.
"Harry, that's brilliant!" She exclaimed. She bounded over to the book and picked it up, reading immediately. She glanced at the two items, obviously in thought. Then she turned to Harry with a small smile. "I'm really starting to think your dyslexic, Harry. You have the symbols etched wrong."
"Dammit." Harry muttered as Hermione pulled out her wand.
_________...
"What the hell is your problem?" Ron bellowed, standing to glare evenly at the Slytherin. Most of the house-elves ran for cover, while Dobby disapeared with a pop.
"I don't know what your talking about." Draco said dissmissively, picking at his ice cream.
"Bloody hell, why can't you ever just admit it?" Ron asked. "Something is seriously wrong with you, Draco Malfoy. Seriously wrong. Now, dammit, tell me what it is!"
"No!" Draco yelled, once again standing. "You wouldn't understand, Weasel, Weasley, Wheazy.... Whatever!"
"Dammit, who cares if I understand, you can tell me anyway." Ron told him. Draco eyes him a moment, then proceeded to turn away. Ron had almost thought this was a sign of dissmissal, but then Draco began to speak.
"The Dark Lord-" Ron shuddered "-decided to use me as a garden of sorts. Merlin, listen to me... He wants an heir, so he placed the Producia Charm on me and sent me off to mate with Potter, him being a powerful wizard and all. So... Well, I tried! I really did! But how was I suppose to know I would get all drunk and forget who I was suppose to sleep with. And then you were leaning against me and you looked so cute and... I went for it!"
"Wha-?"
"And now I'm pregnant with a Weasley child!" Draco interupted, eyes wide. "It's gonna end up with bright red hair! Holy shit, that's terrible..."
"Hey!" Ron protested.
"Oh, not you, hun." Draco told him. "You look cute with it."
"Er-"
"That's another thing!" Draco exclaimed. "Being pregnant is horrible. It's making me in touch with all my inner emotions and crap. I never knew I had this big a crush on you, and that I was so possessive! This is crazy!"
"Well... I... Don't know what to say." Ron stuttered. He sat down and stared at Draco. Draco rocked back on his heels and began to humm to himself, now feeling as though a great load had just been lifted.
__________...
"Harry Potter, sir!" A squeeky voice interupted Harry and Hermione's work. They turned to see a frantic Dobby bouncing from foot to foot.
"What's wrong, Dobby?" Harry asked.
"It's Harry's Wheazy!" Dobby exclaimed, still bouncing. "Harry's Wheazy is in trouble! Master Malfoy was yelling, he was."
"Wheazy?" Hermione asked confused.
"Uhh... Ron." Harry mumbled, blushing slightly.
"Hurry, Harry Potter. Harry's Wheazy looked very upset." Dobby said, then vanished with a pop. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, shrugged, and started making their way to the kitchens. They got there is record time, only having to dodge Filch once. Hermione quickly tickled the pear and it swung open.
The first thing that Harry was aware of was breathing, along with a gutteral sound. It sounded oddly like a moan. Hermione raised an eyebrow then followed Harry into the kitchens. What greeted them was a rather... disturbing sight. A very pregnant Draco was sitting in Ron's lap, arms thrown around his neck. Harry made a choking sound as the two boys kissed without noticing them.
___________end notes_______________
FINALLY!!!! Ron/Draco action! WOO! *dance*
a note about dyslexia: it's mentioned here and i don't know HOW to spell it, and considering i have it myself... now you know WHY nothing is ever spelled right. *grin* but it's a learning disability in which you read/see things backwords. so the word: flat tends to be: falt in your mind.
____________Operation Voldie's Heir - Chapter Eleven_____________
Draco Malfoy was in deep shit. At least this was his opinion of the matter. The fact was that he was a tad bit nervous. He was due, most unfortunetly, to have a minute meeting with the Dark Lord this night. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. This was Draco we are talking about. He had a knack for sucking up and making Lord Voldemort see him as a wonderful child who followed him everywhere, much to Draco's own horror. The problem was Draco's newfound hormones and the effects they have been having on his mouth.
The revealing of Ron belonging to him only a week ago was not the last of it. Only yesterday he had stated in the middle of a filled Great Hall that he could recomend Professor Snape a really good hair stylist. Now, everyone knew the man really needed a better do, but oddly he didn't take this information to heart. Thanks to the emotional baggage one Draco Malfoy had used to his advantage, he weaseled out of a detention.
So now Draco was sitting in the kitchens, graciously allowing the house-elves to wait on him, while thinking up a way to get out of his meeting with Voldie. It really shouldn't of come as a suprise to him when the door opened a Ron Weasley walked in. Really, it was just Draco's recent spout of bad luck. So Draco immediately demanded a bowl of chocolate ice cream from the nearest elf, pretending to ignore the red head's presence.
"Hey, Draco." Ron said softly. Draco cursed under his breath. So much for ignoring the weasel.
"What do you want, Weasley?" Draco looked up and was slightly shocked to see Ron glaring at him with narrowed eyes. Ron had failed to be truly angry with him since he found out about the pregnancy. Whether this was due to having a mother who multiplied like a bunny, Draco never knew. But the sudden anger flowing from Ron was... well, erotic in a sense.
"Don't you mean your Weasley?" Ron growled. Draco stared, eyes wide, as Ron stomped over to the table and sat down across from him. At that moment, The house elf appeared, bearing Draco's ice cream.
"Oh! It's Harry's Wheazy!" The elf squeeked. He set the bowl down and turned to call into the back rooms. "Dobby! Dobby! Harry's Wheazy is here!"
"Harry's Wheazy?" Draco questioned, hiding a smirk.
"Hello, Mister Wheazy!" Dobby said, at least Draco assumed it was him. They all looked alike. "Can I get anything for you?"
"Ugh, yea... hot chocolate?" Ron asked, his face bright red.
"Right away!" Dobby turned to the other house elf. "Hot chocolate for Harry's Wheazy, Blinky."
"That's it!" Draco suddenly roared, attempted to stand up. He wobbled a moment, then succeeded. Dobby and Blinky stared up at him, eyes wider than usual. Ron's eyes were not better off. "He's not Harry's Wheazy! He's mine! Mine, dammit! Draco's Wheazy!"
Silence filled the air. Ron's mouth dropped open and Dobby looked like he was about to cry. Draco felt like doing the same.
_______...
Hermione peeked into the boy's dorm room, then slowly slid in. She was still on uneven ground with Harry, but they were making great progress. Her eyes landed on Harry, who was reading a large book and scratching his head with his wand.
"Harry?"
"Aeack!" The odd yelp was accompanied by Harry jumping a foot in the air.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Hermione questioned suspiciously, looking at the bowl on his bed and book.
"Er..."
"Are you trying to make a Pensive?" Hermione asked, in an accusing voice. Harry glared, then sighed.
"If you must know, Hermione, I'm attempting to find out what happened that one night with... er... Draco." Harry replied. Hermione stared at him a moment, then smiled.
"Harry, that's brilliant!" She exclaimed. She bounded over to the book and picked it up, reading immediately. She glanced at the two items, obviously in thought. Then she turned to Harry with a small smile. "I'm really starting to think your dyslexic, Harry. You have the symbols etched wrong."
"Dammit." Harry muttered as Hermione pulled out her wand.
_________...
"What the hell is your problem?" Ron bellowed, standing to glare evenly at the Slytherin. Most of the house-elves ran for cover, while Dobby disapeared with a pop.
"I don't know what your talking about." Draco said dissmissively, picking at his ice cream.
"Bloody hell, why can't you ever just admit it?" Ron asked. "Something is seriously wrong with you, Draco Malfoy. Seriously wrong. Now, dammit, tell me what it is!"
"No!" Draco yelled, once again standing. "You wouldn't understand, Weasel, Weasley, Wheazy.... Whatever!"
"Dammit, who cares if I understand, you can tell me anyway." Ron told him. Draco eyes him a moment, then proceeded to turn away. Ron had almost thought this was a sign of dissmissal, but then Draco began to speak.
"The Dark Lord-" Ron shuddered "-decided to use me as a garden of sorts. Merlin, listen to me... He wants an heir, so he placed the Producia Charm on me and sent me off to mate with Potter, him being a powerful wizard and all. So... Well, I tried! I really did! But how was I suppose to know I would get all drunk and forget who I was suppose to sleep with. And then you were leaning against me and you looked so cute and... I went for it!"
"Wha-?"
"And now I'm pregnant with a Weasley child!" Draco interupted, eyes wide. "It's gonna end up with bright red hair! Holy shit, that's terrible..."
"Hey!" Ron protested.
"Oh, not you, hun." Draco told him. "You look cute with it."
"Er-"
"That's another thing!" Draco exclaimed. "Being pregnant is horrible. It's making me in touch with all my inner emotions and crap. I never knew I had this big a crush on you, and that I was so possessive! This is crazy!"
"Well... I... Don't know what to say." Ron stuttered. He sat down and stared at Draco. Draco rocked back on his heels and began to humm to himself, now feeling as though a great load had just been lifted.
__________...
"Harry Potter, sir!" A squeeky voice interupted Harry and Hermione's work. They turned to see a frantic Dobby bouncing from foot to foot.
"What's wrong, Dobby?" Harry asked.
"It's Harry's Wheazy!" Dobby exclaimed, still bouncing. "Harry's Wheazy is in trouble! Master Malfoy was yelling, he was."
"Wheazy?" Hermione asked confused.
"Uhh... Ron." Harry mumbled, blushing slightly.
"Hurry, Harry Potter. Harry's Wheazy looked very upset." Dobby said, then vanished with a pop. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, shrugged, and started making their way to the kitchens. They got there is record time, only having to dodge Filch once. Hermione quickly tickled the pear and it swung open.
The first thing that Harry was aware of was breathing, along with a gutteral sound. It sounded oddly like a moan. Hermione raised an eyebrow then followed Harry into the kitchens. What greeted them was a rather... disturbing sight. A very pregnant Draco was sitting in Ron's lap, arms thrown around his neck. Harry made a choking sound as the two boys kissed without noticing them.
___________end notes_______________
FINALLY!!!! Ron/Draco action! WOO! *dance*