A/N: You know, it's funny how in the throws of writing, you hardly notice if your using proper tense. lol. dont' worry, ya'll, i'll fix the last chapter... sooner or later. o.o hopefully sooner, depends on what Muse Charlie says.
______________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Fifteen______________
"Your late." Lucius Malfoy stated, looking down at his son. Draco merely shrugged, shifting past him.
"I got hungry." Draco explained.
"That's no excuse to be late in the Dark Lord's presence." Lucius growled. Draco looked back at him, staring him fully in the eyes. Lucius was momentarily shocked, but hid it well. "Come, he is waiting."
"But of course, Father." Draco sneered, following the older Malfoy through the creaking doorway. As per usual, Voldemort sat at his throne-like chair. Draco walked further into the room, past his father, only stopping three feet away from the Dark Lord. "Evening, My Lord."
"Ah, Draco." Voldemort smiled thinly. "Tell me, how are things?"
"Rather well, actually. I finally have an excuse to eat to my fill with our Father or Mother telling me I'll get fat." Draco smirked in his father's direction.
"The child?"
"As well as could be expected." Draco said softly. He cleared his throat.
"Is there something you need to tell me, boy?" Voldemort asked, eyeing the uneasy look on Draco's face. Draco shook his head. "Do not lie to your Master, son."
"I'm sorry, sir." Draco let his head drop momentarily. "It's just... The baby will have a difficulty during birth, My Lord. The mediwitch said it will be smaller than most children and there is a very small chance of it surviving. Not only becuase of my gender, but my slim size. It did not have appropriete room to fullly grow, My Lord. But, all things aside, she said that if I keep eating properly and listen to any signs of fatigue, it should be fine."
"Very well." Voldemort narrowed his eyes at Draco, then turned to Lucius. "I expect your son to succeed, Lucius. You wouldn't want to take his place, I'm sure."
"Of course, My Lord." Lucius replied stiffly, bowing. "I'll be sure to convey to Snape that he must be given his full attention. The child will survive, My Lord."
"No doubt it will. Afterall, it's death would only mean more death, Lucius." Voldemort stood and strided over toward the tall blonde. Draco watched carefully, and strained his ears to listen to the Dark Lord's hissed words. "If I lose this chance to out-power Dumbledore's ranks, then you will lose your heir. Understand?"
"Of course, My Lord." Lucius replied, shooting a steally glance at his son.
__________...
"What's wrong with you, Ron?" Harry asked. He watched his friend pace back and forth in the space between their beds. Harry yawned heavily. "Come on, let's go to sleep. It's nearing midnight."
"I can't sleep." Ron muttered.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked once again.
"It's nothing." Ron replied, his voice barely hearable.
"Bull shit." Ron jerked his head up and looked at Harry, who was glaring. "You know, just becsue you and Hermione say I've been a pretty big jerk this school year, doesn't mean I still can't read you. Your my best friend, Ron Weasley. I know something is bothering you, so tell me."
"I..." Ron trailed off, but couldn't help the small smile the flitted across his freckled features. He watched Harry a moment, then let out a sigh. "Okay. It's Draco- Don't make that face! He really does like me, Harry. And I think I like him, too. The thing is... He had to go speak with You-Know-Who tonight. I hope he's okay."
"He will be." Harry replied, keeping back he's need to complain about Ron's choice in partners. "I mean, Voldemort won't hurt him, if he wants the kid to survive."
"I suppose." Ron said softly. Harry opened his mouth, but was interupted by the dorm room opening. A confused looking Seamus Finnigan stepped inside.
"Uh, Ron?" Seamus questioned.
"Yeah, what is it?" Ron asked.
"There is someone wanting to speak to you at the portrait hole..." Seamus trailed off, still looking confused. Then he spoke again. "It's Malfoy."
Ron shot Harry a look, before rushing past Seamus and down into the common room. Ron felt his face redden as it seemed most of the people there turned to watch him exit the tower. Outside in the hall he saw Draco standing next to a window, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his bulging stomach in little circle. Ron walked towards him, but Draco didn't move. He stopped less than a foot away, and still Draco showed no notice of seeing him.
Feeling hsi Gryfindor bravery rear it's lion head, Ron reached out a shaking hand and rested it against Draco's stomach. Draco jerked and looked down at his hand. Tentatively he placed his hand over Ron's and smiled softly to himself. Ron felt himself continue to blush at the seemingly romantic motion they were taking part in. Then, much to his own surpise, Draco's stomach seemed to kick out into his hand.
"What the hell was that?" Ron blurted out, not removing his hand.
"Holy Merlin," Draco whispered. "The baby kicked. It kicked!"
Then it happened again and Ron felt himself turn giddy. He grinned at Draco, who was practically glowing as he looked down in awe at his stomach. Ron took the last step, comming as close as possibly to Draco's side. Draco slowly raised his eyes and met Ron's. Ron could see him visibly gulp, but the glowing expression did not leave his face. Ron felt himself leaning closer to Draco, but the Slytherin's voice interupted the movement.
"I'm going to tell the Dark Lord that the baby didn't survive the birth." Draco revealed softly. Ron opened his mouth to reply, but Draco cut him off. "I need you to protect him."
"What?" Ron gapped.
"The baby, protect him."
"..How do you know it's a boy?" Ron asked. He mentally cursed himself for asking such a stupid question.
"I just know." Draco smiled, though sadly. "Just promise me you'll protect him. Please?"
"With my life." Ron whispered.
"Thank you." Draco sighed. Draco brought his face close to Ron's, looking him directly in the eye. Ron let his eyes flutter close as the Slytherin's lips gently touched his own. The kiss was brief, and Ron wanted anything for it to be longer. But Draco pulled away to whisper in his ear. "I'll miss you."
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duhn, duhn, duhnnnnn!!!! *evil cackle* and i leave you with that.
______________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Fifteen______________
"Your late." Lucius Malfoy stated, looking down at his son. Draco merely shrugged, shifting past him.
"I got hungry." Draco explained.
"That's no excuse to be late in the Dark Lord's presence." Lucius growled. Draco looked back at him, staring him fully in the eyes. Lucius was momentarily shocked, but hid it well. "Come, he is waiting."
"But of course, Father." Draco sneered, following the older Malfoy through the creaking doorway. As per usual, Voldemort sat at his throne-like chair. Draco walked further into the room, past his father, only stopping three feet away from the Dark Lord. "Evening, My Lord."
"Ah, Draco." Voldemort smiled thinly. "Tell me, how are things?"
"Rather well, actually. I finally have an excuse to eat to my fill with our Father or Mother telling me I'll get fat." Draco smirked in his father's direction.
"The child?"
"As well as could be expected." Draco said softly. He cleared his throat.
"Is there something you need to tell me, boy?" Voldemort asked, eyeing the uneasy look on Draco's face. Draco shook his head. "Do not lie to your Master, son."
"I'm sorry, sir." Draco let his head drop momentarily. "It's just... The baby will have a difficulty during birth, My Lord. The mediwitch said it will be smaller than most children and there is a very small chance of it surviving. Not only becuase of my gender, but my slim size. It did not have appropriete room to fullly grow, My Lord. But, all things aside, she said that if I keep eating properly and listen to any signs of fatigue, it should be fine."
"Very well." Voldemort narrowed his eyes at Draco, then turned to Lucius. "I expect your son to succeed, Lucius. You wouldn't want to take his place, I'm sure."
"Of course, My Lord." Lucius replied stiffly, bowing. "I'll be sure to convey to Snape that he must be given his full attention. The child will survive, My Lord."
"No doubt it will. Afterall, it's death would only mean more death, Lucius." Voldemort stood and strided over toward the tall blonde. Draco watched carefully, and strained his ears to listen to the Dark Lord's hissed words. "If I lose this chance to out-power Dumbledore's ranks, then you will lose your heir. Understand?"
"Of course, My Lord." Lucius replied, shooting a steally glance at his son.
__________...
"What's wrong with you, Ron?" Harry asked. He watched his friend pace back and forth in the space between their beds. Harry yawned heavily. "Come on, let's go to sleep. It's nearing midnight."
"I can't sleep." Ron muttered.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked once again.
"It's nothing." Ron replied, his voice barely hearable.
"Bull shit." Ron jerked his head up and looked at Harry, who was glaring. "You know, just becsue you and Hermione say I've been a pretty big jerk this school year, doesn't mean I still can't read you. Your my best friend, Ron Weasley. I know something is bothering you, so tell me."
"I..." Ron trailed off, but couldn't help the small smile the flitted across his freckled features. He watched Harry a moment, then let out a sigh. "Okay. It's Draco- Don't make that face! He really does like me, Harry. And I think I like him, too. The thing is... He had to go speak with You-Know-Who tonight. I hope he's okay."
"He will be." Harry replied, keeping back he's need to complain about Ron's choice in partners. "I mean, Voldemort won't hurt him, if he wants the kid to survive."
"I suppose." Ron said softly. Harry opened his mouth, but was interupted by the dorm room opening. A confused looking Seamus Finnigan stepped inside.
"Uh, Ron?" Seamus questioned.
"Yeah, what is it?" Ron asked.
"There is someone wanting to speak to you at the portrait hole..." Seamus trailed off, still looking confused. Then he spoke again. "It's Malfoy."
Ron shot Harry a look, before rushing past Seamus and down into the common room. Ron felt his face redden as it seemed most of the people there turned to watch him exit the tower. Outside in the hall he saw Draco standing next to a window, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his bulging stomach in little circle. Ron walked towards him, but Draco didn't move. He stopped less than a foot away, and still Draco showed no notice of seeing him.
Feeling hsi Gryfindor bravery rear it's lion head, Ron reached out a shaking hand and rested it against Draco's stomach. Draco jerked and looked down at his hand. Tentatively he placed his hand over Ron's and smiled softly to himself. Ron felt himself continue to blush at the seemingly romantic motion they were taking part in. Then, much to his own surpise, Draco's stomach seemed to kick out into his hand.
"What the hell was that?" Ron blurted out, not removing his hand.
"Holy Merlin," Draco whispered. "The baby kicked. It kicked!"
Then it happened again and Ron felt himself turn giddy. He grinned at Draco, who was practically glowing as he looked down in awe at his stomach. Ron took the last step, comming as close as possibly to Draco's side. Draco slowly raised his eyes and met Ron's. Ron could see him visibly gulp, but the glowing expression did not leave his face. Ron felt himself leaning closer to Draco, but the Slytherin's voice interupted the movement.
"I'm going to tell the Dark Lord that the baby didn't survive the birth." Draco revealed softly. Ron opened his mouth to reply, but Draco cut him off. "I need you to protect him."
"What?" Ron gapped.
"The baby, protect him."
"..How do you know it's a boy?" Ron asked. He mentally cursed himself for asking such a stupid question.
"I just know." Draco smiled, though sadly. "Just promise me you'll protect him. Please?"
"With my life." Ron whispered.
"Thank you." Draco sighed. Draco brought his face close to Ron's, looking him directly in the eye. Ron let his eyes flutter close as the Slytherin's lips gently touched his own. The kiss was brief, and Ron wanted anything for it to be longer. But Draco pulled away to whisper in his ear. "I'll miss you."
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duhn, duhn, duhnnnnn!!!! *evil cackle* and i leave you with that.