Elementals.
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns all of Hogwarts, etc. I don't. I'm broke. Don't sue.
Rating: PG13 for language, hangover and mudblood.
Summary: like the title says. Various people begin to live with what they did last night, and you get to know Storms real name. Lucky you! six and a line times.
Chapter Six: The morning after the night before.
"Harry. Come on, Harry. Wake up. Quidditch practise, Harry. Now."
Harry groaned. That voice was really starting to get to him. Why couldn't it just shut up? And why did his head hurt?
"Go way."
Somewhat to his surprise, the voice appeared to have obeyed him. Feet clattering on the stairs resounded in his head, and he winced. Then settled back to oblivion in the blessed silence that followed. As if.
An icy blast of air hit him, as all his covers were yanked away. Somewhere in the region of his shoulder, an earthquake had started.
"Harry James Potter, what have you been doing with yourself? You are going to get out of that bed this instant, or I'll know the reason why. Come on, you're late."
He thought about that one. What had he been doing? He hadn't- surely he had not let Malfoy put him to bed? * * *
Ginny rolled over in bed, and then kept on rolling. OK, so she wasn't in bed. She opened one eye. Then, in surprise, snapped the other one open. She seemed to be under bed.
"What? How did that happen?" She lay there, and let the memories come slowly back. Storm walked her home. They came up here. Then, yes, then Storm was worried. In fact, she'd fallen asleep talking and spent the night in Ginnys bed. Because? She thought hard. Better get Storm out first, and then sort things out.
Ginny jumped up, fresh as the morning lark, and dragged the other girl out of bed, covering her mouth with one hand. She pulled a stumbling, mumbling Storm out into the corridor, and then let go.
"Flame! What the flying fuck do you think you were doing, manhandling me like that at six AM?"
"OK, chill, Storm. That was my bed you were in, and god knows what Sheryll and Louise would have thought if I left you there."
Storm, otherwise known as Katherine Duprée, from Slytherin, grinned warily, and the two girls slipped out into the gardens.
It was two hours later that Draco, immaculately dressed as ever, was striding round the lawn. As he walked, he cudgeled his brains for answers. Why the fuck had he put Potter to bed last night- he needn't have done more than take him as far as the castle? And what would he do about the Weasley girl? He was frank enough with himself to know that he had to do something.
So preoccupied was he, that he almost tripped over the two girls, sitting in their under robes in the long grass. They shrieked in unison, and rolled over at his feet.
"Duprée, and Weasley? I suppose you two always start the day outside so scantily clad. Or is this an ambush? I know I'm irresistible, but that really is a bit much, girls."
The two irrate girls had, by now, got to their feet, looking distinctly disgruntled.
"You wish, Malfoy."
"Isn't it nice to see that one person at least in this self criticising world has confidence in themselves. Quite misplaced, of course, but all the more touching for that."
"Well Weasley, I wouldn't know about self criticism myself, but I'm glad that at least one member of your clan realises what a blot you all are on the worlds copy book."
"Oh, come now, Malfoy. I do your father the credit to believe that just because you never wash your hair, doesn't mean he doesn't either. You might do me an equal courtesy."
At this point Katherine, who could think of more amusing ways to pass the time, interrupted.
"Malfoy, if you really have no better way to pass the time, you might run an errand for me. Trot along down to the kitchens and ask the house elves how Ally's third cousin twice removed is getting on. Ginny and I are busy."
"Shame, Duprée, since when are you on first name terms with Gryffindor scum? Dont you care that she's been associating with mudbloods?"
"Since when do I not care about halfbloods or house divisions? Hmm, lets see, Malfoy. Since Tom Riddle was mudblood. Since Harry Wanker nearly got sorted into Slytherin."
The expression on his face was absolutely ludicrous. If it hadn't been so serious, Ginny would just had to have laughed.
"Are you taking leave of your senses?" He hissed between his teeth, his face paper white. "That's crazy. You can't say things like that about the Lord, do you think he doesnt hear? Besides which, there's no proof. I thought you might have more sense to believe a Weasley. Look at the lies her brothers tell."
"There's proof, Malfoy. Plenty of it. Sit down and let Aunty Katrine tell you a bed time story." * * *
"It wasn't easy, but I think we have him convinced."
Flame stared. "Convinced? He was furious. We're really in for it, Storm. He didn't believe a word you said."
"Relax, you've got to give him time to turn things over in his mind," Storm replied with a wan smile. "He had to put up some show of resistance. What sort of a loyal follower would he be if he didn't? And we don't want turncoats."
"If you say so. Personnally I cant be expected to understand the deviousness of a Slytherins mind, can I? Come to breakfast." The two set off walking across the lawns towards the main door.
"Like hell, Flame." Storm laughed. "You're more devious than at least half of Slytherin." Ginny glanced up at her between her lashes, with a demure little smile.
"Why, thank you Storm. I take that as a compliment of no mean order. But you might want to get dressed properly before going in there." She jestured towards the door of the Great Hall. "If I didnt know better, I'd think you were trying to start rumours about the two of us."
"Oh yes, Flame! I'm madly in love with you!" Storm giggled. " Get dressed, grab something to eat, and meet me out here." * * *
Ginny ate breakfast hurriedly, with one eye on Storm, half an eye on her house mates, and consequently not much attention left over for food. After about ten minutes, she caught Storms eye and slipped out of the hall. Katherine followed five minutes later, joining Ginny in the shadows and followed closely by Frost and Willow.
"I thought they'd better hear everything there is to hear," she explained with a grin."Girls, you don't realise what an intrigue you're getting involved in. Follow me."
Storm darted off down a side passage, barely wide enough for the girls to slip through. She led them down a disused, spirralling staircase, across a corridor, and slipped behind a tapestry. They went down again, as far as the dungeons, and stopped facing a blank wall.
"By earth and fire, stone and sea,
By the forms of the Lady three,
To this door I hold the key
I command thee open to me." The seemingly blank rockface slid aside, and they followed Storm through the aperure disclosed.
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns all of Hogwarts, etc. I don't. I'm broke. Don't sue.
Rating: PG13 for language, hangover and mudblood.
Summary: like the title says. Various people begin to live with what they did last night, and you get to know Storms real name. Lucky you! six and a line times.
Chapter Six: The morning after the night before.
"Harry. Come on, Harry. Wake up. Quidditch practise, Harry. Now."
Harry groaned. That voice was really starting to get to him. Why couldn't it just shut up? And why did his head hurt?
"Go way."
Somewhat to his surprise, the voice appeared to have obeyed him. Feet clattering on the stairs resounded in his head, and he winced. Then settled back to oblivion in the blessed silence that followed. As if.
An icy blast of air hit him, as all his covers were yanked away. Somewhere in the region of his shoulder, an earthquake had started.
"Harry James Potter, what have you been doing with yourself? You are going to get out of that bed this instant, or I'll know the reason why. Come on, you're late."
He thought about that one. What had he been doing? He hadn't- surely he had not let Malfoy put him to bed? * * *
Ginny rolled over in bed, and then kept on rolling. OK, so she wasn't in bed. She opened one eye. Then, in surprise, snapped the other one open. She seemed to be under bed.
"What? How did that happen?" She lay there, and let the memories come slowly back. Storm walked her home. They came up here. Then, yes, then Storm was worried. In fact, she'd fallen asleep talking and spent the night in Ginnys bed. Because? She thought hard. Better get Storm out first, and then sort things out.
Ginny jumped up, fresh as the morning lark, and dragged the other girl out of bed, covering her mouth with one hand. She pulled a stumbling, mumbling Storm out into the corridor, and then let go.
"Flame! What the flying fuck do you think you were doing, manhandling me like that at six AM?"
"OK, chill, Storm. That was my bed you were in, and god knows what Sheryll and Louise would have thought if I left you there."
Storm, otherwise known as Katherine Duprée, from Slytherin, grinned warily, and the two girls slipped out into the gardens.
It was two hours later that Draco, immaculately dressed as ever, was striding round the lawn. As he walked, he cudgeled his brains for answers. Why the fuck had he put Potter to bed last night- he needn't have done more than take him as far as the castle? And what would he do about the Weasley girl? He was frank enough with himself to know that he had to do something.
So preoccupied was he, that he almost tripped over the two girls, sitting in their under robes in the long grass. They shrieked in unison, and rolled over at his feet.
"Duprée, and Weasley? I suppose you two always start the day outside so scantily clad. Or is this an ambush? I know I'm irresistible, but that really is a bit much, girls."
The two irrate girls had, by now, got to their feet, looking distinctly disgruntled.
"You wish, Malfoy."
"Isn't it nice to see that one person at least in this self criticising world has confidence in themselves. Quite misplaced, of course, but all the more touching for that."
"Well Weasley, I wouldn't know about self criticism myself, but I'm glad that at least one member of your clan realises what a blot you all are on the worlds copy book."
"Oh, come now, Malfoy. I do your father the credit to believe that just because you never wash your hair, doesn't mean he doesn't either. You might do me an equal courtesy."
At this point Katherine, who could think of more amusing ways to pass the time, interrupted.
"Malfoy, if you really have no better way to pass the time, you might run an errand for me. Trot along down to the kitchens and ask the house elves how Ally's third cousin twice removed is getting on. Ginny and I are busy."
"Shame, Duprée, since when are you on first name terms with Gryffindor scum? Dont you care that she's been associating with mudbloods?"
"Since when do I not care about halfbloods or house divisions? Hmm, lets see, Malfoy. Since Tom Riddle was mudblood. Since Harry Wanker nearly got sorted into Slytherin."
The expression on his face was absolutely ludicrous. If it hadn't been so serious, Ginny would just had to have laughed.
"Are you taking leave of your senses?" He hissed between his teeth, his face paper white. "That's crazy. You can't say things like that about the Lord, do you think he doesnt hear? Besides which, there's no proof. I thought you might have more sense to believe a Weasley. Look at the lies her brothers tell."
"There's proof, Malfoy. Plenty of it. Sit down and let Aunty Katrine tell you a bed time story." * * *
"It wasn't easy, but I think we have him convinced."
Flame stared. "Convinced? He was furious. We're really in for it, Storm. He didn't believe a word you said."
"Relax, you've got to give him time to turn things over in his mind," Storm replied with a wan smile. "He had to put up some show of resistance. What sort of a loyal follower would he be if he didn't? And we don't want turncoats."
"If you say so. Personnally I cant be expected to understand the deviousness of a Slytherins mind, can I? Come to breakfast." The two set off walking across the lawns towards the main door.
"Like hell, Flame." Storm laughed. "You're more devious than at least half of Slytherin." Ginny glanced up at her between her lashes, with a demure little smile.
"Why, thank you Storm. I take that as a compliment of no mean order. But you might want to get dressed properly before going in there." She jestured towards the door of the Great Hall. "If I didnt know better, I'd think you were trying to start rumours about the two of us."
"Oh yes, Flame! I'm madly in love with you!" Storm giggled. " Get dressed, grab something to eat, and meet me out here." * * *
Ginny ate breakfast hurriedly, with one eye on Storm, half an eye on her house mates, and consequently not much attention left over for food. After about ten minutes, she caught Storms eye and slipped out of the hall. Katherine followed five minutes later, joining Ginny in the shadows and followed closely by Frost and Willow.
"I thought they'd better hear everything there is to hear," she explained with a grin."Girls, you don't realise what an intrigue you're getting involved in. Follow me."
Storm darted off down a side passage, barely wide enough for the girls to slip through. She led them down a disused, spirralling staircase, across a corridor, and slipped behind a tapestry. They went down again, as far as the dungeons, and stopped facing a blank wall.
"By earth and fire, stone and sea,
By the forms of the Lady three,
To this door I hold the key
I command thee open to me." The seemingly blank rockface slid aside, and they followed Storm through the aperure disclosed.