Chapter 6: The Second War
Back in the hallway Harry and Hermione walked with Ginny and Malfoy towards Harry's room. "Harry what was wrong with your. uh." Hermione started to ask Harry about his scar but looked anxiously over at Malfoy. He glared at them. "Yes Potter," Malfoy spat, "Why don't you tell us about your scar?" Harry looked at Malfoy. Malfoy rolled his eyes and walked into Harry's bedroom. Hermione glanced over at Harry with a look of confusion and walked into the room after Malfoy. "Look Malfoy, I don't want to have to deal with you while you're here so if you." Hermione started. "Save it Granger I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be," Malfoy glared at the three of them.
Ron walked into the room as green as if he had eaten a slug. "Ronald what's wrong?" Hermione caught Ron's look. Malfoy snorted. "Aww Ronniekins! What's wrong? Did you catch sight of yourself in a mirror?" Malfoy laughed and sat down on Ron's bed. Ron immediately turned red and glaring at Malfoy started to walk towards him, fists clenched. Malfoy shuffled back on the bed towards the headboard. Ginny stopped Ron and turned on Malfoy. "You're not so high and mighty without Crabbe and Goyle here to save you," she grinned. "I think it's about time we taught you some manners," Hermione smiled and drew her wand. With a swift flick of the wrist, long, purple ropes flew out and strapped Malfoy's wrists to the headboard. He was soon blindfolded. This is kinda kinky, thought Malfoy. He relaxed. Malfoy could feel something soft yet firm sliding across his lips. Instantly he knew it was lipstick. It seemed as if Hermione and Ginny were putting make-up on Malfoy. They must think this will embarrass me, he thought. He could distinctly remember the first time he had worn make-up.
Flashback to about seven months ago. Malfoy is sitting in the Slytherin common room. Crabbe and Goyle haven't come back from dinner yet and the room is empty. Everyone is most likely still eating. Malfoy sighed and looked up at the staircase to the girls' rooms. Praying no one is around he stood up and walked toward the stairs. He looked at the door and walked up the staircase.
No one is in the room when Malfoy enters. In fact there is a suitcase open right on the bed to his left. He walked over to the suitcase and inside there was a pink and black strapless dress. Malfoy picked it up and studied it. Vera Fang, he thought, she's that new vampire designer. It was all black except for in the front there was sheer pink fabric in a triangle shape. It was knee length. Without thinking Malfoy stripped off his robes and pulled on the dress. He studied himself in the mirror and ruffled his hair so that it fell over his forehead and in his eyes a bit. Smiling he spun around. Underneath the same bed was a pair of three-inch high heels. Malfoy grinned and snatched them up. They were definitely too small but he just stood on top of them with the straps barely attached.
They were really hard to walk in, Malfoy decided. He discarded them and picked up a smaller bag on a dresser. Inside it was filled with make-up. Malfoy had no idea how to use any of it except the lipstick so that is what he put on first. It was bright red. Malfoy picked up a black tube and inside was a little stick. He had no idea what to do with this so he put some on his finger and spread it over his eyes like shadow. I look like a model, he thought.
"Malfoy?" a girl ran into the room and stared at him like he was crazy. Malfoy opened his eyes as wide as he could because the mascara was weighing down his eyelids. He immediately recognized her as Pansy Parkinson. "Malfoy you look. great," Pansy stared at Malfoy in awe. Malfoy frowned. "I'm dressed like a girl," Malfoy stated. "I know that's my dress. Malfoy I like you a lot but this. this is new. It's different. I like it," Pansy walked slowly toward him and slid her hand over his shoulders. "Pansy. You." Malfoy started. "I'm bisexual. I like both men and women. Don't worry I've dressed like boys before too Draco," Pansy kissed Draco on the mouth smearing his red lipstick. Bisexual? Malfoy thought about this and smiled.
Ron and Harry sat on Harry's bed and stared at Hermione and Ginny as they continued to spread different creams and colors to Malfoy's face. "This is the weirdest thing I've ever seen. He doesn't even seem to mind it," Harry said. "I'm just glad it's not me," Ron shuddered. "Hey Harry, didn't you want to talk to me about something?" Harry flushed. He had completely forgotten his problem. "Uh, yeah. Let's go to Hermione's room," Harry and Ron stood up from the bed and walked to the door.
Fred and George Weasley were sitting on a bed in their room thinking. All of a sudden George jumped up from the bed and ran to the dresser. "We can't just wait here while our parents and Dumbledore have an important conversation. They should know better than to trust Fred and George Weasley to go to sleep when there is chaos happening in the wizarding world!" George began throwing socks and underwear out of the top dresser. Fred was barely paying any attention to George's mess because he could not stop thinking of Hermione and Ron. "Ah ha! I've found them," George picked up two pairs of Extendable Ears and threw one to Fred. "Stop sulking, Fred, and join me in listening in on what could be the best gossip of the Second War ever!" George grabbed Fred's arm and pulled him out the door.
Dumbledore walked over to the table where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Hagrid, 'Mad Eye' Moody, Lupin, and Tonks were all sitting. "I cannot tell you enough, Molly, how sorry I am to intrude at this hour but I am positive that you need to hear this," Dumbledore sat at the head of the table.
Harry and Ron walked down the hallway toward Hermione and Ginny's bedroom to talk. Harry was about to open the door when he was doubled over with an enormous pain in his forehead. Harry clutched his knees and bent over in pain. "Harry what's wrong? Is it He-who-must-not. uh? Voldemort?" Ron looked worried. "I don't know what it is," Harry closed his eyes. "All I can see is an orangish-red color."
"Molly," Dumbledore started, "Your son, Bill, is missing." Mrs. Weasley dropped the cup of tea she was sipping. "The ministry tried contacting him earlier this evening and I am afraid to say that there is only one possibility left," said Mad Eye Moody looking up at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. "The only other possible option is that he is hidden from us by the use of Dark Magic." "As you all know the Dark Mark has been conjured on numerous occasions these past few months. There was another tonight," Dumbledore continued. "I'm afraid there is not much else we can do but wait." "Bill was supposed to be home tonight," Mr. Weasley said softly. "We haven't heard anything from him all night." "Where is my son? How can we find him? Where is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named hiding? I want to find him!" Mrs. Weasley was crying hysterically now. "Why on earth would they want him? He hasn't done anything!"
Fred and George stared at each other in shock. "Bill's missing?" Fred stared at the Extendable Ears as if he didn't quite believe what he was hearing. George nodded silently and turned away. "I wish we just had a clue of where he is," George said solemnly. "We could save him ourselves without having to waste our time with the Ministry of Magic." "I bet Lucius Malfoy is delaying the search. The fucking bastard," Fred said. George swore and retrieved the Extendable Ears.
Back in the hallway Harry and Hermione walked with Ginny and Malfoy towards Harry's room. "Harry what was wrong with your. uh." Hermione started to ask Harry about his scar but looked anxiously over at Malfoy. He glared at them. "Yes Potter," Malfoy spat, "Why don't you tell us about your scar?" Harry looked at Malfoy. Malfoy rolled his eyes and walked into Harry's bedroom. Hermione glanced over at Harry with a look of confusion and walked into the room after Malfoy. "Look Malfoy, I don't want to have to deal with you while you're here so if you." Hermione started. "Save it Granger I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be," Malfoy glared at the three of them.
Ron walked into the room as green as if he had eaten a slug. "Ronald what's wrong?" Hermione caught Ron's look. Malfoy snorted. "Aww Ronniekins! What's wrong? Did you catch sight of yourself in a mirror?" Malfoy laughed and sat down on Ron's bed. Ron immediately turned red and glaring at Malfoy started to walk towards him, fists clenched. Malfoy shuffled back on the bed towards the headboard. Ginny stopped Ron and turned on Malfoy. "You're not so high and mighty without Crabbe and Goyle here to save you," she grinned. "I think it's about time we taught you some manners," Hermione smiled and drew her wand. With a swift flick of the wrist, long, purple ropes flew out and strapped Malfoy's wrists to the headboard. He was soon blindfolded. This is kinda kinky, thought Malfoy. He relaxed. Malfoy could feel something soft yet firm sliding across his lips. Instantly he knew it was lipstick. It seemed as if Hermione and Ginny were putting make-up on Malfoy. They must think this will embarrass me, he thought. He could distinctly remember the first time he had worn make-up.
Flashback to about seven months ago. Malfoy is sitting in the Slytherin common room. Crabbe and Goyle haven't come back from dinner yet and the room is empty. Everyone is most likely still eating. Malfoy sighed and looked up at the staircase to the girls' rooms. Praying no one is around he stood up and walked toward the stairs. He looked at the door and walked up the staircase.
No one is in the room when Malfoy enters. In fact there is a suitcase open right on the bed to his left. He walked over to the suitcase and inside there was a pink and black strapless dress. Malfoy picked it up and studied it. Vera Fang, he thought, she's that new vampire designer. It was all black except for in the front there was sheer pink fabric in a triangle shape. It was knee length. Without thinking Malfoy stripped off his robes and pulled on the dress. He studied himself in the mirror and ruffled his hair so that it fell over his forehead and in his eyes a bit. Smiling he spun around. Underneath the same bed was a pair of three-inch high heels. Malfoy grinned and snatched them up. They were definitely too small but he just stood on top of them with the straps barely attached.
They were really hard to walk in, Malfoy decided. He discarded them and picked up a smaller bag on a dresser. Inside it was filled with make-up. Malfoy had no idea how to use any of it except the lipstick so that is what he put on first. It was bright red. Malfoy picked up a black tube and inside was a little stick. He had no idea what to do with this so he put some on his finger and spread it over his eyes like shadow. I look like a model, he thought.
"Malfoy?" a girl ran into the room and stared at him like he was crazy. Malfoy opened his eyes as wide as he could because the mascara was weighing down his eyelids. He immediately recognized her as Pansy Parkinson. "Malfoy you look. great," Pansy stared at Malfoy in awe. Malfoy frowned. "I'm dressed like a girl," Malfoy stated. "I know that's my dress. Malfoy I like you a lot but this. this is new. It's different. I like it," Pansy walked slowly toward him and slid her hand over his shoulders. "Pansy. You." Malfoy started. "I'm bisexual. I like both men and women. Don't worry I've dressed like boys before too Draco," Pansy kissed Draco on the mouth smearing his red lipstick. Bisexual? Malfoy thought about this and smiled.
Ron and Harry sat on Harry's bed and stared at Hermione and Ginny as they continued to spread different creams and colors to Malfoy's face. "This is the weirdest thing I've ever seen. He doesn't even seem to mind it," Harry said. "I'm just glad it's not me," Ron shuddered. "Hey Harry, didn't you want to talk to me about something?" Harry flushed. He had completely forgotten his problem. "Uh, yeah. Let's go to Hermione's room," Harry and Ron stood up from the bed and walked to the door.
Fred and George Weasley were sitting on a bed in their room thinking. All of a sudden George jumped up from the bed and ran to the dresser. "We can't just wait here while our parents and Dumbledore have an important conversation. They should know better than to trust Fred and George Weasley to go to sleep when there is chaos happening in the wizarding world!" George began throwing socks and underwear out of the top dresser. Fred was barely paying any attention to George's mess because he could not stop thinking of Hermione and Ron. "Ah ha! I've found them," George picked up two pairs of Extendable Ears and threw one to Fred. "Stop sulking, Fred, and join me in listening in on what could be the best gossip of the Second War ever!" George grabbed Fred's arm and pulled him out the door.
Dumbledore walked over to the table where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Hagrid, 'Mad Eye' Moody, Lupin, and Tonks were all sitting. "I cannot tell you enough, Molly, how sorry I am to intrude at this hour but I am positive that you need to hear this," Dumbledore sat at the head of the table.
Harry and Ron walked down the hallway toward Hermione and Ginny's bedroom to talk. Harry was about to open the door when he was doubled over with an enormous pain in his forehead. Harry clutched his knees and bent over in pain. "Harry what's wrong? Is it He-who-must-not. uh? Voldemort?" Ron looked worried. "I don't know what it is," Harry closed his eyes. "All I can see is an orangish-red color."
"Molly," Dumbledore started, "Your son, Bill, is missing." Mrs. Weasley dropped the cup of tea she was sipping. "The ministry tried contacting him earlier this evening and I am afraid to say that there is only one possibility left," said Mad Eye Moody looking up at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. "The only other possible option is that he is hidden from us by the use of Dark Magic." "As you all know the Dark Mark has been conjured on numerous occasions these past few months. There was another tonight," Dumbledore continued. "I'm afraid there is not much else we can do but wait." "Bill was supposed to be home tonight," Mr. Weasley said softly. "We haven't heard anything from him all night." "Where is my son? How can we find him? Where is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named hiding? I want to find him!" Mrs. Weasley was crying hysterically now. "Why on earth would they want him? He hasn't done anything!"
Fred and George stared at each other in shock. "Bill's missing?" Fred stared at the Extendable Ears as if he didn't quite believe what he was hearing. George nodded silently and turned away. "I wish we just had a clue of where he is," George said solemnly. "We could save him ourselves without having to waste our time with the Ministry of Magic." "I bet Lucius Malfoy is delaying the search. The fucking bastard," Fred said. George swore and retrieved the Extendable Ears.