Tureinn: Happy New Years everyone. Hope you had a better time than we did
Eva: Sorry for not inspiring the author, I was rather preoccupied doing other things *wink*wink*
Lorenzo: I'm glad that some of you noticed Ron's attraction to me and hope that you will all cheer for me to get with Ron and not that disgusting, pompous, stuck up brother of his.
Percy: What did you just call me? How dare you, you...
Lorenzo: I what Percy? You should know better than to mess with me. I know all about your dirty little secret.
Percy: What dirty little secret? I have no dirty little secret, wait. (Turns to the author) Do I have any dirty little secrets that I don't know about Lee?
Author: Umm...
Percy: Why didn't you tell me!? And most of all why did you tell this midget?
Lorenzo: HEY!
Author: STOP IT! All of you, calm down. Percy, I'll tell you later ok? I have a story to write, and Lorenzo knows them because he's supposed to know them ok? Now all of you shut up.
Also the first song is 'Laid' sung by Matt Nathanson. The second one is the translation of a song by Bird Tongchai Macintyre for the Meung Maya series.
I would also like to thank Makfelton and Mandraco for being my beta readers. You guys are great, thanks. I know how my grammar, especially the tenses suck.
BTW, I think my writing skills are dropping GAH! Anyway, I'll let you decide that, please review.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter nine: Just another school year
Two days later...
Tureinn woke up early that morning, got dressed and began walking very slowly towards the Great Hall for breakfast. He was hoping that he could use this little time he had between his dorm and the great hall to be himself. The boy had had trouble sleeping lately for his dreams were plagued with images of the dark haired beauty and the devilish blond aristocrat.
He walked wearily down the hall, this time without the 'Malfoy air of arrogance'. In the belief that he was alone, the boy began to sing.
"This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top."
"Malfoy??!"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Tureinn turned around; his expression was that of a child with their hand caught in a cookie jar.
"H...Potter." He shifted back to the façade of Draco Malfoy and prayed that Harry ignored that slip. "What are you doing this early in the morning?" he moved closer to the other boy as he said this. A sexy smirk plastered on his face. He saw Harry bite his lip and knew he was making the other boy uncomfortable. He couldn't help it; Harry looked so cute when he was uncomfortable. "Not up to something are you?" he whispered, his breath on the other boy.
"I should be asking the same question." The boy replied breathlessly, trying to ignore the other boy's close proximity.
"Nothing wrong with a morning stroll" Tureinn offered his hand to Harry. "Walk with me?"
For some reason, Harry complied, taking Malfoy's hand. Draco's hand was warm and soft against his, so soft it seemed unnatural somehow. The green eyed boy looked at his (ex?) rival/crush once more. There was definitely something different about him.
"So, I was thinking...Harry." he said emphasising the boy's name "Maybe we can have a truce."
"A truce? And why would you want one? More importantly, why would I want to start being nice to you when all you do is make my life miserable?" Harry asked as he quirked his eyebrows, his tone even, like he was testing the other boy.
"I've changed," Tureinn replied. "I'm tired of these childish fights going on between us. I have enough to worry about as it is. I'm sure you do, too."
"About time you grew up," Harry said as he stared intently at the blond. "You have changed...Even your eyes are a little different."
At that, Tureinn blinked a few times and turned away from the boy. "Probably the sun light in the morning" he said a little too quickly as they reached the Great Hall.
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After that, the days flowed by uneventfully (as uneventful as Hogwarts can get anyway). It seemed that the violent animosity between Hogwarts' most fierce rivals had lessened. The school was shocked to find that Malfoy no longer provoked the golden trio but had become rather quiet around them.
The Hufflepuffs were rather glad for this development while most of the Ravenclaws were slightly put out; they seemed to have enjoyed the fights between the Gryffindor Hero and the Slytherin Prince. They even had bets on who would end up in the hospital wing first or who would lose more points. The Slytherins themselves remained quiet, not telling the other houses what was going on and growing watchful of Draco, trying to see how his 'plan' was going while the Gryffindors were suspicious but did nothing about it.
"So Harry, what do you think Malfoy's really up to? I mean that truce has got to be part of a plan for something." Ron asked as he put a fork full of food into his mouth. It was Saturday and everyone was glad to have a rest from all the schoolwork.
"Hmm... Maybe," Harry said, looking deep in thought.
"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"No 'mione, it's nothing, it's just... There's just something about Malfoy lately."
"See. I told you something was up, and you know exactly what he's up to, don't you Harry? I mean that's why you said yes, right?" Ron cut in.
"No Ron, it's not that. There's just something different about him lately. I can't put my finger on it, but it's there, I'm sure. There's definitely something different about him."
"Maybe you shouldn't be too quick to judge him, Harry." Another voice joined in on the conversation. The 'duke' as most people called him here, despite being two years younger, had somehow fitted himself in with the dream team ever since he came to Hogwarts, to the jealousy of many girls and some boys in each class and year.
"After all, Malfoy might have just grown up and changed for the better. Maybe he really does want a truce." Lorenzo continued.
"Sometimes I forget that you're still only a 4th year and that you just arrived here," Ron said with a sigh, "So naïve, you have no idea the evilness that is Malfoy."
The duke just smiled as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face. "I know more than you think, Ron," he replied enigmatically.
"Sure you do," the redhead replied sarcastically and the younger boy smirked. "So when's the next Hogsmeade weekend?"
"Next week, Ron," Hermione said, looking up from one of her overly large books. "Maybe we should show Lorenzo around."
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Harry agreed, "We should show him the inside of the Shrieking Shack," Harry whispered.
"Sure, why not? You know, we should also show him all the secret passages." Ron said more excitedly.
"Not the Whomping Willow though,"
"What about the Whomping Willow?" A voice said from behind them. "What are the three of you up to this time?"
"Percy!" Ron shouted before giving his brother a hug. "What are you doing here?"
"Can't a man come to visit his favourite brother?" Ron just gave him a look and Percy smiled. "I'll tell you later." Then Percy noticed someone else. His face contorted slightly as his lips thinned into a tight line, but only for just a second before it morphed into an overly cheesy smile.
"The Duke of Milan, how lovely to finally meet you." He said, reaching out to shake his hand. The duke looked from Ron to his brother, a smirk appearing on his face.
"And you are?"
"Percy Weasley, the new Head of International Relations at the Ministry."
"I see."
"Well Duke Sforza, if there's anything we at the ministry can do for you sir, we will be happy to assist..."
"Yes of course you are," Lorenzo said in a bored manner, " Well I must be going now, I have some homework to finish, bye Harry, bye 'mione," he turned to Ron and gave him a charming smile, "Bye Ron" he said as he walked away. When he was out of sight, Percy gave a little growl.
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"What was that about Percy?" Ron asked as the two began walking down the hall.
"Oh that, that was my job," he said with distaste, "Fudge thought that since I was so good at sucking up to him, that I would be able to suck up to the duke as well for the sake of 'international relations'. He just needed someone to persuade the duke to persuade the Italians to help them fight in the war."
"Oh" Ron replied understandingly.
"Well don't worry about it," Ron said, "We'll help you persuade him. He's our friend after all...You know, at first I thought he was with us because he wanted to get close to the famous Harry Potter. But it turns out, he wasn't"
"Oh yeah, and how do you know that?" Percy asked, not looking convinced.
"Well, if he was just hanging with us to get with Harry, then he would have ignored me and 'mione for most of the time, but he didn't. In fact I think he's closer to me than he is to Harry."
"Really?" Percy clenched his fist; he saw the way the Italian duke was smiling at Ron and he didn't like it one bit.
"Well, I wouldn't trust him so easily if I were you Ron."
"And you shouldn't be so quick to judge him, Percy" Ron protested. Percy looked at his brother; he didn't want the boy to be mad at him again after just making up with him.
"Alright, alright, I'll give him a chance." Ron smiled and he smiled back.
Then they'd got to the Griffindor tower, Ron uttered the password as they both got into the common room.
"So..." Percy didn't know what to say, he was alone in the common room sofa, and he had no idea what to say.
"So..." Ron said, appearing to be in the same predicament. Then he spotted Percy playing with something in his hand.
"What's that?" he asked and Percy showed him a miniature guitar.
"I've been playing for a while now but I just never let anyone know I do because if they do then, they'd want to hear me play."
"Why don't you want anyone to hear you play?"
"I'm not good with criticism." He said shyly.
"Well there's only me here." Ron said as he gestured to the empty room.
"No, I...I can't"
"Oh come on Percy...for me." Ron gave Percy a puppy dog look, blinking his bright blue eyes and looking at Percy from under long lashes.
"Oh alright," he said. He couldn't say no to Ron.
And so the man "engorgio" the shrunken guitar and began to play a soft tune. Then the red head began to sing.
"I used to believe in Destiny
Used to let life fly by
But dreams will never come true
How will life be?
Don't ask, don't ask the sky..."
"Fly fly as high as you ever thought you can
No matter how hard, tell yourself don't be afraid"
"Don't wait for the stars to guide you
Don't let your life fly by
No matter how far or high
Reach and fight, fight for your dreams
Don't let anyone else tell you
Lived the life you've always dreamed
From this day on
This is our life our destiny..."
Percy smiled at Ron. "How was that?"
"That was really good. It's a nice song, kind of suits the ambitious Percy."
"Thanks," Percy said before giving his brother a hug, his arms lingering around the boy's waist for a few moments as he relished in the warmth of his brother. Then, out of his own free will, his lips moved to kiss his brother lightly on the soft pinkish cheeks. Then Percy snapped out of it.
"Um...I think I should go now."
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Tureinn sighed as he went to his dorm. He didn't feel like hanging out with his Slytherin 'friends' at the moment and was hoping to be able to listen to some music that he'd sneaked into school without anyone around. Then he heard footsteps following him.
"What do you want?" he asked before even knowing who it was.
"You like him don't you, Malfoy?" a voice asked in a familiar Italian accent.
"Oh, it's the duke. How are you on this fine autumn after noon, sir?" he asked as casually as he could, placing a smirk on his face, completely ignoring the question."
"Don't play games with me, Malfoy, I know you want him."
"Want who?" he asked, playing innocent as his heart beat faster.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Malfoy." he said with an amused look on his face. "The beloved enemy thing is, after all, so cliché."
"Was it really that obvious?" he asked, slightly nervous but not showing it, the duke knew and there was no way to change that.
"Let's just say I have a sense for these things, ok? But don't worry Malfoy, I won't tell anyone. After all, I'm a nice guy," he gave an overly cheesy grin as he said this. "I'll be in contact from now on," then he started walking away.
"Sure, a nice guy, nice like the fucking Mafia," Tureinn mumbled to himself as he continued on his way.
TBC
OK so the song Percy sang was a bit wobbly and weird, I'm sorry I'm just not that good with translations. Anyway I hope you like this chapter, please review. I love you all.
Eva: Sorry for not inspiring the author, I was rather preoccupied doing other things *wink*wink*
Lorenzo: I'm glad that some of you noticed Ron's attraction to me and hope that you will all cheer for me to get with Ron and not that disgusting, pompous, stuck up brother of his.
Percy: What did you just call me? How dare you, you...
Lorenzo: I what Percy? You should know better than to mess with me. I know all about your dirty little secret.
Percy: What dirty little secret? I have no dirty little secret, wait. (Turns to the author) Do I have any dirty little secrets that I don't know about Lee?
Author: Umm...
Percy: Why didn't you tell me!? And most of all why did you tell this midget?
Lorenzo: HEY!
Author: STOP IT! All of you, calm down. Percy, I'll tell you later ok? I have a story to write, and Lorenzo knows them because he's supposed to know them ok? Now all of you shut up.
Also the first song is 'Laid' sung by Matt Nathanson. The second one is the translation of a song by Bird Tongchai Macintyre for the Meung Maya series.
I would also like to thank Makfelton and Mandraco for being my beta readers. You guys are great, thanks. I know how my grammar, especially the tenses suck.
BTW, I think my writing skills are dropping GAH! Anyway, I'll let you decide that, please review.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter nine: Just another school year
Two days later...
Tureinn woke up early that morning, got dressed and began walking very slowly towards the Great Hall for breakfast. He was hoping that he could use this little time he had between his dorm and the great hall to be himself. The boy had had trouble sleeping lately for his dreams were plagued with images of the dark haired beauty and the devilish blond aristocrat.
He walked wearily down the hall, this time without the 'Malfoy air of arrogance'. In the belief that he was alone, the boy began to sing.
"This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top."
"Malfoy??!"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Tureinn turned around; his expression was that of a child with their hand caught in a cookie jar.
"H...Potter." He shifted back to the façade of Draco Malfoy and prayed that Harry ignored that slip. "What are you doing this early in the morning?" he moved closer to the other boy as he said this. A sexy smirk plastered on his face. He saw Harry bite his lip and knew he was making the other boy uncomfortable. He couldn't help it; Harry looked so cute when he was uncomfortable. "Not up to something are you?" he whispered, his breath on the other boy.
"I should be asking the same question." The boy replied breathlessly, trying to ignore the other boy's close proximity.
"Nothing wrong with a morning stroll" Tureinn offered his hand to Harry. "Walk with me?"
For some reason, Harry complied, taking Malfoy's hand. Draco's hand was warm and soft against his, so soft it seemed unnatural somehow. The green eyed boy looked at his (ex?) rival/crush once more. There was definitely something different about him.
"So, I was thinking...Harry." he said emphasising the boy's name "Maybe we can have a truce."
"A truce? And why would you want one? More importantly, why would I want to start being nice to you when all you do is make my life miserable?" Harry asked as he quirked his eyebrows, his tone even, like he was testing the other boy.
"I've changed," Tureinn replied. "I'm tired of these childish fights going on between us. I have enough to worry about as it is. I'm sure you do, too."
"About time you grew up," Harry said as he stared intently at the blond. "You have changed...Even your eyes are a little different."
At that, Tureinn blinked a few times and turned away from the boy. "Probably the sun light in the morning" he said a little too quickly as they reached the Great Hall.
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After that, the days flowed by uneventfully (as uneventful as Hogwarts can get anyway). It seemed that the violent animosity between Hogwarts' most fierce rivals had lessened. The school was shocked to find that Malfoy no longer provoked the golden trio but had become rather quiet around them.
The Hufflepuffs were rather glad for this development while most of the Ravenclaws were slightly put out; they seemed to have enjoyed the fights between the Gryffindor Hero and the Slytherin Prince. They even had bets on who would end up in the hospital wing first or who would lose more points. The Slytherins themselves remained quiet, not telling the other houses what was going on and growing watchful of Draco, trying to see how his 'plan' was going while the Gryffindors were suspicious but did nothing about it.
"So Harry, what do you think Malfoy's really up to? I mean that truce has got to be part of a plan for something." Ron asked as he put a fork full of food into his mouth. It was Saturday and everyone was glad to have a rest from all the schoolwork.
"Hmm... Maybe," Harry said, looking deep in thought.
"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"No 'mione, it's nothing, it's just... There's just something about Malfoy lately."
"See. I told you something was up, and you know exactly what he's up to, don't you Harry? I mean that's why you said yes, right?" Ron cut in.
"No Ron, it's not that. There's just something different about him lately. I can't put my finger on it, but it's there, I'm sure. There's definitely something different about him."
"Maybe you shouldn't be too quick to judge him, Harry." Another voice joined in on the conversation. The 'duke' as most people called him here, despite being two years younger, had somehow fitted himself in with the dream team ever since he came to Hogwarts, to the jealousy of many girls and some boys in each class and year.
"After all, Malfoy might have just grown up and changed for the better. Maybe he really does want a truce." Lorenzo continued.
"Sometimes I forget that you're still only a 4th year and that you just arrived here," Ron said with a sigh, "So naïve, you have no idea the evilness that is Malfoy."
The duke just smiled as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face. "I know more than you think, Ron," he replied enigmatically.
"Sure you do," the redhead replied sarcastically and the younger boy smirked. "So when's the next Hogsmeade weekend?"
"Next week, Ron," Hermione said, looking up from one of her overly large books. "Maybe we should show Lorenzo around."
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Harry agreed, "We should show him the inside of the Shrieking Shack," Harry whispered.
"Sure, why not? You know, we should also show him all the secret passages." Ron said more excitedly.
"Not the Whomping Willow though,"
"What about the Whomping Willow?" A voice said from behind them. "What are the three of you up to this time?"
"Percy!" Ron shouted before giving his brother a hug. "What are you doing here?"
"Can't a man come to visit his favourite brother?" Ron just gave him a look and Percy smiled. "I'll tell you later." Then Percy noticed someone else. His face contorted slightly as his lips thinned into a tight line, but only for just a second before it morphed into an overly cheesy smile.
"The Duke of Milan, how lovely to finally meet you." He said, reaching out to shake his hand. The duke looked from Ron to his brother, a smirk appearing on his face.
"And you are?"
"Percy Weasley, the new Head of International Relations at the Ministry."
"I see."
"Well Duke Sforza, if there's anything we at the ministry can do for you sir, we will be happy to assist..."
"Yes of course you are," Lorenzo said in a bored manner, " Well I must be going now, I have some homework to finish, bye Harry, bye 'mione," he turned to Ron and gave him a charming smile, "Bye Ron" he said as he walked away. When he was out of sight, Percy gave a little growl.
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"What was that about Percy?" Ron asked as the two began walking down the hall.
"Oh that, that was my job," he said with distaste, "Fudge thought that since I was so good at sucking up to him, that I would be able to suck up to the duke as well for the sake of 'international relations'. He just needed someone to persuade the duke to persuade the Italians to help them fight in the war."
"Oh" Ron replied understandingly.
"Well don't worry about it," Ron said, "We'll help you persuade him. He's our friend after all...You know, at first I thought he was with us because he wanted to get close to the famous Harry Potter. But it turns out, he wasn't"
"Oh yeah, and how do you know that?" Percy asked, not looking convinced.
"Well, if he was just hanging with us to get with Harry, then he would have ignored me and 'mione for most of the time, but he didn't. In fact I think he's closer to me than he is to Harry."
"Really?" Percy clenched his fist; he saw the way the Italian duke was smiling at Ron and he didn't like it one bit.
"Well, I wouldn't trust him so easily if I were you Ron."
"And you shouldn't be so quick to judge him, Percy" Ron protested. Percy looked at his brother; he didn't want the boy to be mad at him again after just making up with him.
"Alright, alright, I'll give him a chance." Ron smiled and he smiled back.
Then they'd got to the Griffindor tower, Ron uttered the password as they both got into the common room.
"So..." Percy didn't know what to say, he was alone in the common room sofa, and he had no idea what to say.
"So..." Ron said, appearing to be in the same predicament. Then he spotted Percy playing with something in his hand.
"What's that?" he asked and Percy showed him a miniature guitar.
"I've been playing for a while now but I just never let anyone know I do because if they do then, they'd want to hear me play."
"Why don't you want anyone to hear you play?"
"I'm not good with criticism." He said shyly.
"Well there's only me here." Ron said as he gestured to the empty room.
"No, I...I can't"
"Oh come on Percy...for me." Ron gave Percy a puppy dog look, blinking his bright blue eyes and looking at Percy from under long lashes.
"Oh alright," he said. He couldn't say no to Ron.
And so the man "engorgio" the shrunken guitar and began to play a soft tune. Then the red head began to sing.
"I used to believe in Destiny
Used to let life fly by
But dreams will never come true
How will life be?
Don't ask, don't ask the sky..."
"Fly fly as high as you ever thought you can
No matter how hard, tell yourself don't be afraid"
"Don't wait for the stars to guide you
Don't let your life fly by
No matter how far or high
Reach and fight, fight for your dreams
Don't let anyone else tell you
Lived the life you've always dreamed
From this day on
This is our life our destiny..."
Percy smiled at Ron. "How was that?"
"That was really good. It's a nice song, kind of suits the ambitious Percy."
"Thanks," Percy said before giving his brother a hug, his arms lingering around the boy's waist for a few moments as he relished in the warmth of his brother. Then, out of his own free will, his lips moved to kiss his brother lightly on the soft pinkish cheeks. Then Percy snapped out of it.
"Um...I think I should go now."
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Tureinn sighed as he went to his dorm. He didn't feel like hanging out with his Slytherin 'friends' at the moment and was hoping to be able to listen to some music that he'd sneaked into school without anyone around. Then he heard footsteps following him.
"What do you want?" he asked before even knowing who it was.
"You like him don't you, Malfoy?" a voice asked in a familiar Italian accent.
"Oh, it's the duke. How are you on this fine autumn after noon, sir?" he asked as casually as he could, placing a smirk on his face, completely ignoring the question."
"Don't play games with me, Malfoy, I know you want him."
"Want who?" he asked, playing innocent as his heart beat faster.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Malfoy." he said with an amused look on his face. "The beloved enemy thing is, after all, so cliché."
"Was it really that obvious?" he asked, slightly nervous but not showing it, the duke knew and there was no way to change that.
"Let's just say I have a sense for these things, ok? But don't worry Malfoy, I won't tell anyone. After all, I'm a nice guy," he gave an overly cheesy grin as he said this. "I'll be in contact from now on," then he started walking away.
"Sure, a nice guy, nice like the fucking Mafia," Tureinn mumbled to himself as he continued on his way.
TBC
OK so the song Percy sang was a bit wobbly and weird, I'm sorry I'm just not that good with translations. Anyway I hope you like this chapter, please review. I love you all.