Blood On The Wall
Chapter 7
Weasel's Welcome
Draco took a deep breath as he flew across the earth below. It was beautiful with the wind in his hair, it was peaceful. His loneliness was swept away by the birds' songs. The sun was coming over the mountains and Draco knew that he must be close. He had been riding all night. He swooped down a little to check his surroundings, making sure he was in the right direction.
"There you are," he whispered and flew down to the sun-speckled ground. With his feet on the ground he slowly walked to the door of the crooked old house. He was nervous, afraid of the tension and unacceptance of a Malfoy at their house. He took a big gulp to push down the feeling of vomiting and knocked twice......... there was no answer. He knocked once more and waited for a reply. Suddenly he heard running in the house, a table fall, and the door was opened.
"Come in, come in," Harry said hurriedly as he allowed Draco to walk into the little house. Draco tried so hard not to crack any jokes. It seemed his best ones were overcoming him at the moment.
"Everyone's still asleep. I woke up early to make sure you got here safely. In, exactly, how much danger are you?" Harry asked as he pushed Draco's luggage in a corner out of the way.
"Obviously a lot, if you are my last resort."
Although this was meant to be mean, Harry laughed, "Well, you weren't followed were you?"
"No......... not that I know of," he said completely forgetting the encounter with Symor'e before he left.
"Ok, good. Are you hungry, then?"
"Yes, actually."
"Follow me."
Draco followed his hated enemy and walked into the kitchen. Draco snorted at the lack of things and the messiness of it all, but held back the, possibly, funniest joke he had to make on the Weasley's.
"Here you go," Harry said as he sat Draco down and handed him a plate of bacon and eggs.
Draco didn't even realize how hungry he was until he started eating. He couldn't stop! In trying his best to set aside his rude manner he didn't ask for more, the little he had contented his stomach.
"So, uh........." Harry said looking for words. *What do you say to someone you hate?* he thought.
Draco was thinking the exact same thing. This was the exact thing he was afraid of, but this much tension was almost unbearable. He opened his mouth quite a few times, but, scared that something mean would come out, quickly closed it.
"Hermione might be coming later on in the summer," Harry said, breaking the silence.
"Do you think I care? ......... I mean, oh, cool."
"She told me what happened at the funeral."
"Yea, pretty weird when I found out that my soon to be sister is a banshee."
"Oh, your dad and that lady are getting married."
"I don't know. I just assume since they're sleeping together."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Too much information," Harry jumped.
"Sorry," Draco giggled.
Harry looked at the time nervously, "They should be getting up soon."
"They DID know that I was coming right."
"Yea......... sure."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked pessimistically.
"I uh......... I told some......... one."
"Does that mean JUST Weasel knows?"
"By Weasel are you pertaining to Ron or the whole Weasley family?"
"Ron........."
"Then you'd be half right."
"What!?" Draco said jumping up, "No one knows I'm coming!"
"Well, Mrs. Weasley does......... but Mr. Weasley doesn't......... and everyone else."
"Are you saying that only two people in this house know that a Malfoy is coming."
"Pretty much," Harry said innocently.
"Ok, the tension just rose higher."
"Sorry........."
"Ahh!" they heard come from behind them
"Ginny!"
"AHH!" she screamed again as she ran upstairs to get her mother.
"You said in the letter that you told everyone!"
"Yea......... I lied."
Draco started to sweat as he heard footsteps racing down the stairs. By this point Harry and Draco were both standing in a corner waiting for the families reaction.
The only thing that surprised Draco was that no one came down with a pitch fork......... or at least a gun or something!
"Oh, dear, you're here," Mrs. Weasley said happily. Draco looked at everyone wide eyed as they all looked at their mother evilly.
*
Draco, Harry, and Ron had went sit outside in the garden as Mrs. Weasley had a long talk with her children. Draco felt out of place and bewildered. He didn't know what to say, what to do, or what was going on. He was just a wreck.
"Ok, dears, you can come in," they heard Mrs. Weasley call from the house. They all walked in slowly, only to find the whole family gawk at a Malfoy in their house. They seemed as nervous as Draco, if possible, more.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"What's that?" Ginny inquired, "Draco say that he's sorry?" she kept speaking bravely. Thinking that since it was her house it was ok to stand up for herself.
"Now, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley cut in, "What did I tell you?"
She bowed her head and ran to her room. Fred and Goerge left for their rooms also.
"So, Malfoy," Ron started, "I don't have to start calling you Draco do I?"
Draco smiled a little and followed the boys upstairs to put away his luggage.
"Listen, remember what I said in the letter? We can put everything behind us for the time being and at least pretend to be friends," Harry was speaking as he showed Draco where to put his books.
Draco was about to talk back, but there was a sudden knock at the downstairs door.
"OooO, I hope it's not my father," Ron said.
"Let me go get the door," Draco offered, "If it is, which it probably is, then I'll talk to him."
When Draco left the room Harry said, "Uh......... Why would your dad be knocking?! He lives here!"
Downstairs, Draco was racing to the door waiting to find Mr. Weasley.
"O, my gawd!" he shrieked as he opened the door.
"Hi, Draco," came the sweet and timid voice of Symor'e.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" he said as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him.
"I told you I needed to get away."
"NO! Go back! Get away from here!"
"Why are you being so mean?" she said as tears filled her eyes, "You know how I feel. You feel the same way........."
"Symor'e you can NOT stay here! You're NOT welcomed. I at least know these people! Go to someone who knows you and who will help you."
"You know me, and I would of hoped that you would help me."
Draco rolled his eyes, "You really can't stay here."
"Let me talk to them and they might let me stay."
"NO! They're already mad that I'm here!" Draco then went back inside and slammed the door.
"Who was that, Malfoy?" Ron asked. They were standing on the stairs waiting for him to come back in.
"No one."
"If you're going to stay here......... you going to have to learn honesty."
Draco looked deep into Ron's eyes, "No one," he said slowly, getting his point across.
Ron ran upstairs and Harry just stood there staring at Draco, looking into his guilty eyes.
"What?!" Draco yelled.
"Why is she here?"
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb with me! We heard you talking to a girl."
Draco took a deep breath, "It's her."
Harry scratched his head thinking of something to say, "She's going to be the death of us."
*
That night, after supper, Draco's bed was fixed on the couch. The springs were coming up every which way and he was very uncomfortable. Mr. Weasley had not come home all day, he was stuck at the office for the night. Mr. Weasley had left Draco with the words; 'he's going to have a surprise in the morning'.
When Draco finally went to sleep some force that was on top of him awaked him. He didn't want to open his eyes though, he smiled at the nice feeling. It was a weight of a body, and by the way that it was positioned he figured he was dreaming, but when the body started to move he opened his eyes and fell off the couch.
"Shhh! It's ok, it's me."
"I thought I told you to leave, Symor'e."
"Don't make me scream."
"Ok, ok, ok, how do you suppose to ask to stay?"
"I won't......... I'll simply live outside......... I sleep out there anyway."
Draco looked at her with evil eyes.
"Well, there's trees all around I can easily live there and be protected. And, not to mention my favorite part, I'll be near you," she smiled.
"Fine."
A/N: Sorry, it was the week of my b-day so I didn't update in a while... ....... We were kinda busy........... thanks for your patience herr ya go now! : D
Chapter 7
Weasel's Welcome
Draco took a deep breath as he flew across the earth below. It was beautiful with the wind in his hair, it was peaceful. His loneliness was swept away by the birds' songs. The sun was coming over the mountains and Draco knew that he must be close. He had been riding all night. He swooped down a little to check his surroundings, making sure he was in the right direction.
"There you are," he whispered and flew down to the sun-speckled ground. With his feet on the ground he slowly walked to the door of the crooked old house. He was nervous, afraid of the tension and unacceptance of a Malfoy at their house. He took a big gulp to push down the feeling of vomiting and knocked twice......... there was no answer. He knocked once more and waited for a reply. Suddenly he heard running in the house, a table fall, and the door was opened.
"Come in, come in," Harry said hurriedly as he allowed Draco to walk into the little house. Draco tried so hard not to crack any jokes. It seemed his best ones were overcoming him at the moment.
"Everyone's still asleep. I woke up early to make sure you got here safely. In, exactly, how much danger are you?" Harry asked as he pushed Draco's luggage in a corner out of the way.
"Obviously a lot, if you are my last resort."
Although this was meant to be mean, Harry laughed, "Well, you weren't followed were you?"
"No......... not that I know of," he said completely forgetting the encounter with Symor'e before he left.
"Ok, good. Are you hungry, then?"
"Yes, actually."
"Follow me."
Draco followed his hated enemy and walked into the kitchen. Draco snorted at the lack of things and the messiness of it all, but held back the, possibly, funniest joke he had to make on the Weasley's.
"Here you go," Harry said as he sat Draco down and handed him a plate of bacon and eggs.
Draco didn't even realize how hungry he was until he started eating. He couldn't stop! In trying his best to set aside his rude manner he didn't ask for more, the little he had contented his stomach.
"So, uh........." Harry said looking for words. *What do you say to someone you hate?* he thought.
Draco was thinking the exact same thing. This was the exact thing he was afraid of, but this much tension was almost unbearable. He opened his mouth quite a few times, but, scared that something mean would come out, quickly closed it.
"Hermione might be coming later on in the summer," Harry said, breaking the silence.
"Do you think I care? ......... I mean, oh, cool."
"She told me what happened at the funeral."
"Yea, pretty weird when I found out that my soon to be sister is a banshee."
"Oh, your dad and that lady are getting married."
"I don't know. I just assume since they're sleeping together."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Too much information," Harry jumped.
"Sorry," Draco giggled.
Harry looked at the time nervously, "They should be getting up soon."
"They DID know that I was coming right."
"Yea......... sure."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked pessimistically.
"I uh......... I told some......... one."
"Does that mean JUST Weasel knows?"
"By Weasel are you pertaining to Ron or the whole Weasley family?"
"Ron........."
"Then you'd be half right."
"What!?" Draco said jumping up, "No one knows I'm coming!"
"Well, Mrs. Weasley does......... but Mr. Weasley doesn't......... and everyone else."
"Are you saying that only two people in this house know that a Malfoy is coming."
"Pretty much," Harry said innocently.
"Ok, the tension just rose higher."
"Sorry........."
"Ahh!" they heard come from behind them
"Ginny!"
"AHH!" she screamed again as she ran upstairs to get her mother.
"You said in the letter that you told everyone!"
"Yea......... I lied."
Draco started to sweat as he heard footsteps racing down the stairs. By this point Harry and Draco were both standing in a corner waiting for the families reaction.
The only thing that surprised Draco was that no one came down with a pitch fork......... or at least a gun or something!
"Oh, dear, you're here," Mrs. Weasley said happily. Draco looked at everyone wide eyed as they all looked at their mother evilly.
*
Draco, Harry, and Ron had went sit outside in the garden as Mrs. Weasley had a long talk with her children. Draco felt out of place and bewildered. He didn't know what to say, what to do, or what was going on. He was just a wreck.
"Ok, dears, you can come in," they heard Mrs. Weasley call from the house. They all walked in slowly, only to find the whole family gawk at a Malfoy in their house. They seemed as nervous as Draco, if possible, more.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"What's that?" Ginny inquired, "Draco say that he's sorry?" she kept speaking bravely. Thinking that since it was her house it was ok to stand up for herself.
"Now, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley cut in, "What did I tell you?"
She bowed her head and ran to her room. Fred and Goerge left for their rooms also.
"So, Malfoy," Ron started, "I don't have to start calling you Draco do I?"
Draco smiled a little and followed the boys upstairs to put away his luggage.
"Listen, remember what I said in the letter? We can put everything behind us for the time being and at least pretend to be friends," Harry was speaking as he showed Draco where to put his books.
Draco was about to talk back, but there was a sudden knock at the downstairs door.
"OooO, I hope it's not my father," Ron said.
"Let me go get the door," Draco offered, "If it is, which it probably is, then I'll talk to him."
When Draco left the room Harry said, "Uh......... Why would your dad be knocking?! He lives here!"
Downstairs, Draco was racing to the door waiting to find Mr. Weasley.
"O, my gawd!" he shrieked as he opened the door.
"Hi, Draco," came the sweet and timid voice of Symor'e.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" he said as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him.
"I told you I needed to get away."
"NO! Go back! Get away from here!"
"Why are you being so mean?" she said as tears filled her eyes, "You know how I feel. You feel the same way........."
"Symor'e you can NOT stay here! You're NOT welcomed. I at least know these people! Go to someone who knows you and who will help you."
"You know me, and I would of hoped that you would help me."
Draco rolled his eyes, "You really can't stay here."
"Let me talk to them and they might let me stay."
"NO! They're already mad that I'm here!" Draco then went back inside and slammed the door.
"Who was that, Malfoy?" Ron asked. They were standing on the stairs waiting for him to come back in.
"No one."
"If you're going to stay here......... you going to have to learn honesty."
Draco looked deep into Ron's eyes, "No one," he said slowly, getting his point across.
Ron ran upstairs and Harry just stood there staring at Draco, looking into his guilty eyes.
"What?!" Draco yelled.
"Why is she here?"
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb with me! We heard you talking to a girl."
Draco took a deep breath, "It's her."
Harry scratched his head thinking of something to say, "She's going to be the death of us."
*
That night, after supper, Draco's bed was fixed on the couch. The springs were coming up every which way and he was very uncomfortable. Mr. Weasley had not come home all day, he was stuck at the office for the night. Mr. Weasley had left Draco with the words; 'he's going to have a surprise in the morning'.
When Draco finally went to sleep some force that was on top of him awaked him. He didn't want to open his eyes though, he smiled at the nice feeling. It was a weight of a body, and by the way that it was positioned he figured he was dreaming, but when the body started to move he opened his eyes and fell off the couch.
"Shhh! It's ok, it's me."
"I thought I told you to leave, Symor'e."
"Don't make me scream."
"Ok, ok, ok, how do you suppose to ask to stay?"
"I won't......... I'll simply live outside......... I sleep out there anyway."
Draco looked at her with evil eyes.
"Well, there's trees all around I can easily live there and be protected. And, not to mention my favorite part, I'll be near you," she smiled.
"Fine."
A/N: Sorry, it was the week of my b-day so I didn't update in a while... ....... We were kinda busy........... thanks for your patience herr ya go now! : D