Chapter 10: Lucius Discovers Draco
"Okay. So. hahaha. this shit is all ya need. You cop a bit of the pure and it's like nothing else matters. Nothing," George handed Harry a little bag. It was filled with white powder. "Isn't this.?" Harry started. "Floo Powder. The best there is. It took me and Fred forever to get it," George took the bag from Harry and took a pinch of it. He put the bit on his fingernail and sniffed it. Ginny stared at her brother. Fred took a pinch. "Aw yeah. Whew. Haha. Ginny I don't know if I want you doing this." Fred looked at his sister. Ginny raised her eyebrows and snatched the bag from Fred. She took a pinch of Floo Powder, maybe more than she should have, and sniffed it. She coughed and then sat down on the bed. "Whoa," she giggled. "Fast acting," said Fred indignantly. "The best there is. Totally all natural." Harry took a pinch and he too felt a little dizzy. After a few seconds he sat down and could feel it running through his entire body. He laughed. It was the nicest he'd ever felt.
Fred, George, Ginny, and Harry all lay on the bed in the twins' room. Ginny lay next to Harry's. Fred and George lay on opposite ends of them their heads at the end of the bed. "Harry?" Ginny giggled. She covered her mouth and became serious. "Yeah?" Harry looked over at her. She looked at him. "I don't know," Ginny looked away and immediately started laughing. "Hermione," Fred whispered. "Hey guys, how long have you been doing the F.P.?" Harry asked staring at the ceiling. "Hermione," Fred whispered still staring in the same spot on the ceiling he had been looking at for almost ten minutes. "Ya know, the funny thing is, for as long as we've been at it, I'm not hooked. I can stop whenever I want to," George said. He laughed. "Do you know what I really want right now?" Harry asked. "Hermione," Fred whispered. "Purple marshmallows," Harry sighed. "Those were the best eggs I'd ever had." "You guys!" Ginny jiggled Fred's left leg. "School started an hour ago!" "Relax Princess Josephine. The castle doesn't open until 15 o'clock," George reassured her. "But we haven't ridden the swimming giraffe to Russia yet," said Ginny. "To Russia with love," Harry said dreamily. "No you fool! It's To Love with Russia," Ginny argued. "Your mom it is!" George argued back. "Ginny's mom has got it goin' on." Harry started singing. "Dude! Fuckface, that's my mom too!" George punched Harry playfully in the right arm. "Hermione," Fred whispered and turned to his side. They all laughed uncontrollably for the next two minutes.
Hermione sat up and hiccupped. "Excuse you," Ron said. Hermione jiggled her foot up and down. She looked over at Ron who was totally sloshed from the butterbeers. He had had about five. She had only drunken three but that was definitely enough to make her more than buzzed. Hermione felt a sex drive building up in her system. Ron ruffled his hair and stared at her with glazed eyes. How could she resist him? I mean, he played Quidditch! Kind of. Hermione grabbed Ron's hair and pulled him backwards to the ground. "Hermione what.?" Ron was muffled by Hermione kissing him deeper than she ever had. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled off his shirt. He struggled to push her off but then she slid her hand down his pants and Ron felt like a melted puddle of butter. What has gotten into her, he thought, she's never even touched me there in her life. Has she touched anyone? Ron gave in and put his arms around her, fondling the back of her neck as they kissed. Ron never thought it would be this good. Hermione was the first girl he had ever gotten further than kissing with. She seemed to be a pro.
Lucius Malfoy woke up from the guest room at 4:34 am. He sat up in bed and looked over at the left corner of the room. He was being forced to room with Rubeus Hagrid who was snoring louder than the Hogwarts Express. At least there had been nothing about that stupid Weasley boy to bother him. It was then that Malfoy realized he had no idea where his son was. He flew off the covers and rushed up grabbing a robe and his wand.
Lucius walked down the empty hallway in search of Draco. He decided to try the first door to his right. A linen closet. Hmm. The next one across the hall was another guest room where Mad Eye Moody was asleep grunting. Malfoy shuddered and closed the door. There was a loud crashing in the room next to it and he opened the door slightly. There he was! Draco Malfoy was sitting on the floor fully covered in women's make-up and his right hand seemed to be tied to the bed. "DRACO!" Lucius flung the door open and ran to the bed. "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?" He pulled out his wand and untied Draco. "Dad! It's not what you think," Malfoy protested even though it was probably exactly what his dad was thinking. Draco rubbed his right wrist and stood up. Lucius took Malfoy by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out the door.
Harry stood up from the bed. He was starting to feel a little more relaxed and not so high strung about his surroundings. Ginny, Fred, and George had all fallen asleep. Harry looked at them for a moment than turned and walked out the door. He walked down the hall to the kitchen. He figured it was so late; no one was probably awake at this time. He passed by his and Ron's room and wondered if Malfoy was still tied up. Harry walked over and was about to open the door when his thoughts were answered and Lucius Malfoy came storming out of the room with Draco at his heels. Harry stared up at them. "I should have known you would be the source of this," Lucius pointed at his very pale son. Draco's hair was ruffled and most of the make-up had been smeared off again. He looked from Harry, up to his dad. Harry's first thoughts were that Malfoy looked almost sexy but then he shook his head and looked back up at Mr. Malfoy. "Have you know, Potter, that that fat, ugly mudblood that you call Molly will know about this, come morning," with a swish of his robes, Lucius Malfoy, walked down the hallway and slammed his bedroom door. Malfoy looked from the bedroom door, which his father had just entered to Harry. "She's not a mudblood you horrible, old git," Harry muttered under his breath. Malfoy's first reaction was to say something horrible to Harry but then he noticed how rugged Harry looked. His hair was sticking up in the weirdest places and he was wearing his pajama shirt half open. Instead of giving Harry the usual insult, Malfoy ruffled Harry's hair and walked after his father. Harry stood there for a moment, shocked. Then he shook his head and walked toward the kitchen. Must be side effects, Harry thought.
"Okay. So. hahaha. this shit is all ya need. You cop a bit of the pure and it's like nothing else matters. Nothing," George handed Harry a little bag. It was filled with white powder. "Isn't this.?" Harry started. "Floo Powder. The best there is. It took me and Fred forever to get it," George took the bag from Harry and took a pinch of it. He put the bit on his fingernail and sniffed it. Ginny stared at her brother. Fred took a pinch. "Aw yeah. Whew. Haha. Ginny I don't know if I want you doing this." Fred looked at his sister. Ginny raised her eyebrows and snatched the bag from Fred. She took a pinch of Floo Powder, maybe more than she should have, and sniffed it. She coughed and then sat down on the bed. "Whoa," she giggled. "Fast acting," said Fred indignantly. "The best there is. Totally all natural." Harry took a pinch and he too felt a little dizzy. After a few seconds he sat down and could feel it running through his entire body. He laughed. It was the nicest he'd ever felt.
Fred, George, Ginny, and Harry all lay on the bed in the twins' room. Ginny lay next to Harry's. Fred and George lay on opposite ends of them their heads at the end of the bed. "Harry?" Ginny giggled. She covered her mouth and became serious. "Yeah?" Harry looked over at her. She looked at him. "I don't know," Ginny looked away and immediately started laughing. "Hermione," Fred whispered. "Hey guys, how long have you been doing the F.P.?" Harry asked staring at the ceiling. "Hermione," Fred whispered still staring in the same spot on the ceiling he had been looking at for almost ten minutes. "Ya know, the funny thing is, for as long as we've been at it, I'm not hooked. I can stop whenever I want to," George said. He laughed. "Do you know what I really want right now?" Harry asked. "Hermione," Fred whispered. "Purple marshmallows," Harry sighed. "Those were the best eggs I'd ever had." "You guys!" Ginny jiggled Fred's left leg. "School started an hour ago!" "Relax Princess Josephine. The castle doesn't open until 15 o'clock," George reassured her. "But we haven't ridden the swimming giraffe to Russia yet," said Ginny. "To Russia with love," Harry said dreamily. "No you fool! It's To Love with Russia," Ginny argued. "Your mom it is!" George argued back. "Ginny's mom has got it goin' on." Harry started singing. "Dude! Fuckface, that's my mom too!" George punched Harry playfully in the right arm. "Hermione," Fred whispered and turned to his side. They all laughed uncontrollably for the next two minutes.
Hermione sat up and hiccupped. "Excuse you," Ron said. Hermione jiggled her foot up and down. She looked over at Ron who was totally sloshed from the butterbeers. He had had about five. She had only drunken three but that was definitely enough to make her more than buzzed. Hermione felt a sex drive building up in her system. Ron ruffled his hair and stared at her with glazed eyes. How could she resist him? I mean, he played Quidditch! Kind of. Hermione grabbed Ron's hair and pulled him backwards to the ground. "Hermione what.?" Ron was muffled by Hermione kissing him deeper than she ever had. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled off his shirt. He struggled to push her off but then she slid her hand down his pants and Ron felt like a melted puddle of butter. What has gotten into her, he thought, she's never even touched me there in her life. Has she touched anyone? Ron gave in and put his arms around her, fondling the back of her neck as they kissed. Ron never thought it would be this good. Hermione was the first girl he had ever gotten further than kissing with. She seemed to be a pro.
Lucius Malfoy woke up from the guest room at 4:34 am. He sat up in bed and looked over at the left corner of the room. He was being forced to room with Rubeus Hagrid who was snoring louder than the Hogwarts Express. At least there had been nothing about that stupid Weasley boy to bother him. It was then that Malfoy realized he had no idea where his son was. He flew off the covers and rushed up grabbing a robe and his wand.
Lucius walked down the empty hallway in search of Draco. He decided to try the first door to his right. A linen closet. Hmm. The next one across the hall was another guest room where Mad Eye Moody was asleep grunting. Malfoy shuddered and closed the door. There was a loud crashing in the room next to it and he opened the door slightly. There he was! Draco Malfoy was sitting on the floor fully covered in women's make-up and his right hand seemed to be tied to the bed. "DRACO!" Lucius flung the door open and ran to the bed. "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?" He pulled out his wand and untied Draco. "Dad! It's not what you think," Malfoy protested even though it was probably exactly what his dad was thinking. Draco rubbed his right wrist and stood up. Lucius took Malfoy by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out the door.
Harry stood up from the bed. He was starting to feel a little more relaxed and not so high strung about his surroundings. Ginny, Fred, and George had all fallen asleep. Harry looked at them for a moment than turned and walked out the door. He walked down the hall to the kitchen. He figured it was so late; no one was probably awake at this time. He passed by his and Ron's room and wondered if Malfoy was still tied up. Harry walked over and was about to open the door when his thoughts were answered and Lucius Malfoy came storming out of the room with Draco at his heels. Harry stared up at them. "I should have known you would be the source of this," Lucius pointed at his very pale son. Draco's hair was ruffled and most of the make-up had been smeared off again. He looked from Harry, up to his dad. Harry's first thoughts were that Malfoy looked almost sexy but then he shook his head and looked back up at Mr. Malfoy. "Have you know, Potter, that that fat, ugly mudblood that you call Molly will know about this, come morning," with a swish of his robes, Lucius Malfoy, walked down the hallway and slammed his bedroom door. Malfoy looked from the bedroom door, which his father had just entered to Harry. "She's not a mudblood you horrible, old git," Harry muttered under his breath. Malfoy's first reaction was to say something horrible to Harry but then he noticed how rugged Harry looked. His hair was sticking up in the weirdest places and he was wearing his pajama shirt half open. Instead of giving Harry the usual insult, Malfoy ruffled Harry's hair and walked after his father. Harry stood there for a moment, shocked. Then he shook his head and walked toward the kitchen. Must be side effects, Harry thought.