wow, this chapter is big time seriousness. o.O;; scary.
____________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Fourteen____________
Ron looked up from his mail, a confused look on his face. "Hey, Harry? Do you remember me getting cookies?"
"Huh? Uhh... Should I?" Harry asked through a mouth full of potatoes.
"Well, my Mum said she sent me some... Did I?"
"Probably." Harry replied. Ron frowned, then shrugged. He quickly placed the letter in his pocket, then returned to his dinner. Harry gave him a thoughtful look. "I hate to bring this up, but why is Malfoy so perky?"
Ron raises an eyebrow, then turns to look over his shoulder at the Slytherin table. Draco is sitting there, grinning like mad. His fellow Slytherins are scooting farther and farther away from him as he turns toward Blaise. From the giddy expresion on his face, Ron can only assume he's in a terribly good mood and that the rest of his house are terrified by it.
"That's scary." Ron states, turning back to his food.
"Wonder what's going on..." Harry mused. "You haven't talked to him in two weeks after all. Maybe he's finally realized he doesn't like you?!"
"Shut up." Ron snapped.
"Geeze, okay." Harry replied, turning to Hermione to talk. Ron picked at his food a moment more before standing. Harry and Hermione looked up in suprise as Ron walked quickly to the door of the Great Hall.
Theirs wasn't the only eyes following him. Draco immediately stopped trying to get Blaise to talk to him and stood to follow the red head. He entered the Entrance Hall to find it oddly empty. Biting his lip, Draco looks side to side, trying to figure out which way Ron must of went. That's when he feel the presence behind him. Quickly he turns. Ron is standing there next to the doors, leanign against the wall and watching him. The red head falters a smile, looking toward the floor.
"Do you love me?"
At first Draco doesn't want to believe he was the one to say those words. But he can't recall Ron's lips moving. He takes a deep breath and watches Ron. His hand is resting on his stomach, something he does when nervous. Ron knows this. Like slowly moving lava, Ron steps away from the wall toward him.
"Why do you want to know?" Draco is certain this was Ron speaking. Everything seems so confusing, even though for the first time it's clear. A contradiction, and Draco for once doesn't mind.
"Becasue I don't think I could handle knowing I love someone who doesn't love me." Draco replied. Ron blinks away his shock and stakes another step.
"You don't love me, Draco." Ron told him. "You can't."
"Why not?" Draco's lips quirk into a small smile. "I know I do. I've spoken to people, and their advice confirms it. It all makes sense, don't you see?"
"How so?" Ron asked, stepping around Draco and moving to sit on the steps leading to the front door. Draco follows, but doesn't sit. He's quite sure if he's able to get down there, he wouldn't get back up.
"You do know about the Producia Charm, I know you do." Draco said calmly. "You know what it requires. I'm shocked that the Dark Lord didn't realyl think his plan through. He should of known. I suppose after hearing how much I dispise Potter, he figured it would work. You do know what I'm talking about."
"In order for the charm to create a healthy child, the two involved must have deeply passionate feelings for one another." Ron quoted. He looked up at Draco. "We hate each other. That's the passion right there."
"No, we don't hate each other." Draco replied. "I hate Potter, but not you. My feelings were the opposite of hate. And you know as well as I that both parties must feel the same. So, if I don't hate you..."
"You really enjoy torturing me, don't you?" Ron said. Draco chuckles.
"Do you really want an answer to that question? I'm sure you know what I'll say."
"This is the most rational I've heard you in months. What's wrong?" Ron looked up at the pregnant boy. Draco refused to meet his eyes.
"I've thought a lot the past two weeks. After talking with your mother, and realizing my feeling were more than a silly hormonal crush, I began to worry. I-"
"You talked to my mother?" Ron interupted. Draco shot him a smile. "What did she say? What did you say? You didn't tell her did you?!"
"No, of course not. She thought I was you. Told me all about how much her and your father are in love and such. Sent some lovely cookies, by the way. I'm tempted to write back for more." Draco grinned. Ron rolled his eyes and looked away. "Look, I'm afraid and happy and.. I can't explain it. I don't like the way this pregnancy is making me feel all the emotions my father taught me to ignore. But I'm feeling them whether I like it or not. And that's why I'm forced to acknowledge the love I have in my heart for you."
"What happens after you have the baby? It'll all go away." Ron said softly.
"I doubt it, not if I'm finally with you. And if I'm not with you... If I don't find a way to keep this kid from the Dark Lord, you wont have to worry about that." Draco replied. "I'll be dead."
"I wont let you die." The words are whispered and Draco feels the sudden need to cry.
"How? Why?"
"I don't know how and I don't know why... I don't want to acknowledge it, Draco." Ron whispers. "Do you realize how fucked up it would be for ema dn you to be together?"
"A contradiction." Draco smiles slightly. "Would shock the world... Isn't that reason enough to be together?"
"I don't find that funny." Ron said.
"When your in position, Fireball, you find laughter in anything you can."
"Fireball? Is that your new pet name for me?" Ron questioned, looking up again. Draco smirks.
"No, that's what Blaise always called you." Ron's eyes narrow at Draco's words. "What?"
"I really don't want to talk about Zabini." Ron growled.
"Oh... right." Draco mentally cursed himself. Way to go, Malfoy, just anger him. "Look, Ron, forget about Zabini. He isn't going to go near you anymore."
"And why would that be?" Ron asked.
"Because we have an understanding." Draco said slowly. Ron simply raised an eyebrow, requesting a straightforward answer. Draco sighed. "Okay, I told him you belong to me and that I would make him wish for the Avada Kedavra by the tiem I was doen with him if he tried anything else."
"You really told him that?" Ron suddenly stood up and turned toward him. "Were thir people around?"
"Uh, yeah.." Draco blushed slightly. "Most of the Slytherins. It was their common room after all."
"Holy shit!" Ron cursed, rather loudly. "You really do love me! To think, a Malfoy saying something like that, which could ruin their reputation and social standing for life." Ron had a look of amazement on his face. "That's really creepy Draco."
"Shut up." Draco snapped. But his lips were twisting into a grin before he had the chance to control them. Then, like all of his mood swings the past few months, he was back to being serious before Ron could blink. "Do you love me?"
"You'll never rest until you find out, will you?" Ron asked, slightly amused.
"Here." Draco said, digging into his pocket and producing a rumpled peice of parchment. He handsit to Ron, who immediately reconigses the writing as his mothers. "It's the letter she sent me. If it helped me out, maybe it will help you."
"Er.." Was Ron's only reply as he began to read the letter. Draco watched him a moment, before shifting past him and down the hall. Draco was halfway down the corridor when Ron spun around and ran after him. "Wait! Where are you going?"
"I have to prepare for a meeting. I was suppose to meet the Dark Lord a while ago, but due to difficulty in finding a sutible chance, the date has been set for tonight." Draco explained. "I'm leaving you to think about this. I need to look presentable. I am a pureblood, afterall. It's my duty to look better than Voldiemort, the half-blood."
"Er.." Ron repeated. Then he suddenly stepped forward and lightly kissed Draco on the lips. Draco felt like he was melting for the second their lips touched softly. Then it was over and Ron was stepping back, blushing. "Good luck."
With that said, the red-head turned and headed back toward the Great Hall. Draco stared after him for a moment, before breaking into a wide smile.
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next chapter: Draco reports the status of the child to Lord Voldemort, but has a sudden idea at how he can save the baby. hmmm, what could it be?
____________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Fourteen____________
Ron looked up from his mail, a confused look on his face. "Hey, Harry? Do you remember me getting cookies?"
"Huh? Uhh... Should I?" Harry asked through a mouth full of potatoes.
"Well, my Mum said she sent me some... Did I?"
"Probably." Harry replied. Ron frowned, then shrugged. He quickly placed the letter in his pocket, then returned to his dinner. Harry gave him a thoughtful look. "I hate to bring this up, but why is Malfoy so perky?"
Ron raises an eyebrow, then turns to look over his shoulder at the Slytherin table. Draco is sitting there, grinning like mad. His fellow Slytherins are scooting farther and farther away from him as he turns toward Blaise. From the giddy expresion on his face, Ron can only assume he's in a terribly good mood and that the rest of his house are terrified by it.
"That's scary." Ron states, turning back to his food.
"Wonder what's going on..." Harry mused. "You haven't talked to him in two weeks after all. Maybe he's finally realized he doesn't like you?!"
"Shut up." Ron snapped.
"Geeze, okay." Harry replied, turning to Hermione to talk. Ron picked at his food a moment more before standing. Harry and Hermione looked up in suprise as Ron walked quickly to the door of the Great Hall.
Theirs wasn't the only eyes following him. Draco immediately stopped trying to get Blaise to talk to him and stood to follow the red head. He entered the Entrance Hall to find it oddly empty. Biting his lip, Draco looks side to side, trying to figure out which way Ron must of went. That's when he feel the presence behind him. Quickly he turns. Ron is standing there next to the doors, leanign against the wall and watching him. The red head falters a smile, looking toward the floor.
"Do you love me?"
At first Draco doesn't want to believe he was the one to say those words. But he can't recall Ron's lips moving. He takes a deep breath and watches Ron. His hand is resting on his stomach, something he does when nervous. Ron knows this. Like slowly moving lava, Ron steps away from the wall toward him.
"Why do you want to know?" Draco is certain this was Ron speaking. Everything seems so confusing, even though for the first time it's clear. A contradiction, and Draco for once doesn't mind.
"Becasue I don't think I could handle knowing I love someone who doesn't love me." Draco replied. Ron blinks away his shock and stakes another step.
"You don't love me, Draco." Ron told him. "You can't."
"Why not?" Draco's lips quirk into a small smile. "I know I do. I've spoken to people, and their advice confirms it. It all makes sense, don't you see?"
"How so?" Ron asked, stepping around Draco and moving to sit on the steps leading to the front door. Draco follows, but doesn't sit. He's quite sure if he's able to get down there, he wouldn't get back up.
"You do know about the Producia Charm, I know you do." Draco said calmly. "You know what it requires. I'm shocked that the Dark Lord didn't realyl think his plan through. He should of known. I suppose after hearing how much I dispise Potter, he figured it would work. You do know what I'm talking about."
"In order for the charm to create a healthy child, the two involved must have deeply passionate feelings for one another." Ron quoted. He looked up at Draco. "We hate each other. That's the passion right there."
"No, we don't hate each other." Draco replied. "I hate Potter, but not you. My feelings were the opposite of hate. And you know as well as I that both parties must feel the same. So, if I don't hate you..."
"You really enjoy torturing me, don't you?" Ron said. Draco chuckles.
"Do you really want an answer to that question? I'm sure you know what I'll say."
"This is the most rational I've heard you in months. What's wrong?" Ron looked up at the pregnant boy. Draco refused to meet his eyes.
"I've thought a lot the past two weeks. After talking with your mother, and realizing my feeling were more than a silly hormonal crush, I began to worry. I-"
"You talked to my mother?" Ron interupted. Draco shot him a smile. "What did she say? What did you say? You didn't tell her did you?!"
"No, of course not. She thought I was you. Told me all about how much her and your father are in love and such. Sent some lovely cookies, by the way. I'm tempted to write back for more." Draco grinned. Ron rolled his eyes and looked away. "Look, I'm afraid and happy and.. I can't explain it. I don't like the way this pregnancy is making me feel all the emotions my father taught me to ignore. But I'm feeling them whether I like it or not. And that's why I'm forced to acknowledge the love I have in my heart for you."
"What happens after you have the baby? It'll all go away." Ron said softly.
"I doubt it, not if I'm finally with you. And if I'm not with you... If I don't find a way to keep this kid from the Dark Lord, you wont have to worry about that." Draco replied. "I'll be dead."
"I wont let you die." The words are whispered and Draco feels the sudden need to cry.
"How? Why?"
"I don't know how and I don't know why... I don't want to acknowledge it, Draco." Ron whispers. "Do you realize how fucked up it would be for ema dn you to be together?"
"A contradiction." Draco smiles slightly. "Would shock the world... Isn't that reason enough to be together?"
"I don't find that funny." Ron said.
"When your in position, Fireball, you find laughter in anything you can."
"Fireball? Is that your new pet name for me?" Ron questioned, looking up again. Draco smirks.
"No, that's what Blaise always called you." Ron's eyes narrow at Draco's words. "What?"
"I really don't want to talk about Zabini." Ron growled.
"Oh... right." Draco mentally cursed himself. Way to go, Malfoy, just anger him. "Look, Ron, forget about Zabini. He isn't going to go near you anymore."
"And why would that be?" Ron asked.
"Because we have an understanding." Draco said slowly. Ron simply raised an eyebrow, requesting a straightforward answer. Draco sighed. "Okay, I told him you belong to me and that I would make him wish for the Avada Kedavra by the tiem I was doen with him if he tried anything else."
"You really told him that?" Ron suddenly stood up and turned toward him. "Were thir people around?"
"Uh, yeah.." Draco blushed slightly. "Most of the Slytherins. It was their common room after all."
"Holy shit!" Ron cursed, rather loudly. "You really do love me! To think, a Malfoy saying something like that, which could ruin their reputation and social standing for life." Ron had a look of amazement on his face. "That's really creepy Draco."
"Shut up." Draco snapped. But his lips were twisting into a grin before he had the chance to control them. Then, like all of his mood swings the past few months, he was back to being serious before Ron could blink. "Do you love me?"
"You'll never rest until you find out, will you?" Ron asked, slightly amused.
"Here." Draco said, digging into his pocket and producing a rumpled peice of parchment. He handsit to Ron, who immediately reconigses the writing as his mothers. "It's the letter she sent me. If it helped me out, maybe it will help you."
"Er.." Was Ron's only reply as he began to read the letter. Draco watched him a moment, before shifting past him and down the hall. Draco was halfway down the corridor when Ron spun around and ran after him. "Wait! Where are you going?"
"I have to prepare for a meeting. I was suppose to meet the Dark Lord a while ago, but due to difficulty in finding a sutible chance, the date has been set for tonight." Draco explained. "I'm leaving you to think about this. I need to look presentable. I am a pureblood, afterall. It's my duty to look better than Voldiemort, the half-blood."
"Er.." Ron repeated. Then he suddenly stepped forward and lightly kissed Draco on the lips. Draco felt like he was melting for the second their lips touched softly. Then it was over and Ron was stepping back, blushing. "Good luck."
With that said, the red-head turned and headed back toward the Great Hall. Draco stared after him for a moment, before breaking into a wide smile.
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next chapter: Draco reports the status of the child to Lord Voldemort, but has a sudden idea at how he can save the baby. hmmm, what could it be?