The Ten Plagues of Malfoy
Chapter 3 The Plague of Frogs
A/N Hi again, thanks for the wonderful responses I've been getting it really is so nice to see so many emails in my inbox.
"It's raining frogs."
"Harry, fuck off! I mean it, go and annoy someone else so that I can get my beauty sleep. I have around an hour left." It was 7am on a warm morning and Harry was awake and in a surprisingly good mood – quite like the one he had had yesterday. This morning however Harry had Transfiguration and not Potions, he had also really appreciated the gift from Dr-Malfoy.
He had been amazed at the intricateness of the piece and how real the figures looked in it. Harry had been mesmerised by it as soon as he had realised what it was, he did miss his parents terribly but he would never tell anyone that. He also missed Sirius, and Remus – although he didn't know him inside out. In fact Harry felt sorry for and missed quite a few of the people that Voldemort had taken away, even if he wasn't that close to them. He was really depressed the summer after Voldemort had killed Diggory and had been given some muggle rubbish that was one of Dudley's off casts. Harry really didn't think that someone else's pills would do any good but they did help a bit, although he wasn't to sure about the name – Prozac. He still hadn't managed to kill the damn elusive bastard but that didn't stop him plotting ways to kill him over and over again – he was sure that his parents would be turning in their graves if they knew that their darling Harry was plotting about 200 different ways to kill one half man.
"Harry are you awake?" Hermione asked looking around his door.
"Yeah, come in if you like."
"What is all this present stuff about? I think I have been reading too much again. I mean what was Ron talking about at breakfast yesterday?"
"Oh that, I, well you probably know that I have slept with a hell of a lot of people in the past year or so, well I have been trying to find my, well my soul mate really. When people think that they love me I make them send me 10 presents, one a day. If I am impressed with the presents then I try again – to see if I get the whole butterflies and tingly feelings thing – that you probably get with whoever it is you're seeing."
"How do you know?"
"Obvious – even if I am at prefect meetings. Although I wouldn't go to the Astronomy tower – it is amazing how many people you can clear out of there. Lovesick idiots."
"I'm sure – now who is this from?" Hermione pointed at the snow globe in Harry's hand.
"I can't tell you – I don't say anything until the 10 days are up."
"This is day 2 yeah?"
"Uhuh. I think that the presents may be enough to convince me but I don't know if he's right for me."
"Sorry, he?"
"Oh yeah – it's only Ron and the rest of the school that know, I never actually told you did I?"
"No. Why didn't you – I would understand, I do know quite a few gay people."
"I, fine I'm sorry 'Mione but I assumed that Ron had told you, or your boyfriend."
"Would you shut up about that please?"
"Must have touched a nerve there."
"Yes you did now can we go to breakfast please?"
"Sure, why not?"
As Harry walked into the hall he noticed that not many people were in the hall, but they all seemed to be awaiting his arrival. He glanced around and noticed that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw weren't there. It was just Slytherin and Gryffindor – with only a few occupants at each. As Harry walked towards his normal seat a small box on the plate that he ate from set his heart racing. He wondered what it was, and why it hadn't arrived with Hedwig.
"Harry, is that today's gift?"
"Yes Hermione, it is."
"Are you going to open it?"
"In a minute." Harry sat and looked at the box for a couple of minutes before he glanced up at the Slytherin table, he could see a blonde head looking confidently at him – as if urging him to open the box. His eyes flocked back to the box as his tanned hands picked it up gingerly, as if it would explode in his face. He undid the ribbon before sliding the lid off.
"What is it?"
"Be patient – I haven't looked yet Hermione." Colin Creevey, and brother Dennis both appeared at his shoulder with matching cameras, he heard a snort from the other side of the room and didn't need to look up to place it.
"What's in the box Harry?" Colin asked with his camera poised.
"I haven't had a chance to look yet; honestly I never knew that Gryffindors were so nosy. Go away Colin, you to Dennis. Hermione if you keep your comments to yourself you can stay. Now go, or I'll give you detention."
"Using your power as a threat Potter? Didn't think that was allowed, I'll ask pansy shall I?"
"Fuck off Malfoy. I would like to see my parcel before Transfiguration."
"See you then Potter." Draco whisked away and Harry could finally look in the box. All he saw was a grey piece of plastic, with a label that read MD – La Marseillaise.
"Hermione, do you know what a MD is?"
"Apart from an anagram?"
"I guessed that – but the other meaning?"
"MD, it's a Mini Disc to muggles, but the wizard version is a Magic Disc. You plug it into the back of a WW set – like Mrs Weasley's."
"You mean the magic radio?"
"Yes, and La Marseillaise is the French national anthem."
"Oh thanks, but I already knew that."
Harry had no idea where to find a WW set so he used his patrol lesson to visit the Room of Requirement. A set was sitting upon a table next to a comfy armchair; Harry plugged the disc in and sat down. After a little fuzz a voice could clearly be heard.
"Harry, I hope that it didn't take you too long to figure but what it was but I'm sure that the mud-Granger helped you by telling you what a MD was. Anyway I thought that I could sing a little something for you. I warn you now that my voice isn't the soft treble that it used to be but I will try my best, stupid hormones." Draco cleared his throat before he began to sing, he sang the French anthem as if he was French – it was clear that he was fluent in French. Harry could hear the touching voice of the now tenor Draco, it was a sad song and so Harry started to cry, simply because of Draco's voice. It was so full of expression and love that he had ever thought the other boy to be pure evil, but not as pure as Voldemort.
All Harry could think was that Draco wasn't actually as bad as he made himself out to be, he just obviously didn't want people to get too close to him. Still, he seemed to be willing to let Harry close, but then again everyone had a close place for Harry.
He hadn't realised that the disc had been stopped for a long while now and that he was quite late for DADA, but he knew that the teacher wouldn't mind, it was Snape after all.
A/N Snape given the job because Dumbledore finally gave in and there were no other applicants. Also the whole singing thing was inspired by a friend and my new laptop has Encarta so I had fun looking everything up.
Today the quote was 'it's raining frogs' now I think it was WW2 that the Germans called the French 'frogs' that gives us the link to the French and I wanted Draco to sing and the song that popped into my head was La Marseillaise – which is appropriate if we are talking about the war.
La Marseillaise was written and composed by Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle, it was originally written as the 'war song of the army of the Rhine' (translated) and was to be the marching song for troops from Marseille as they marched to Paris to take part in the revolution (1790's ish). The popularity of the song carried it across the country and in July1792 it was accepted as the national anthem. It was banned in the early 1800's because it reminded Napoleon of the revolution, it wasn't restored when the monarchy came back to the throne in 1815, and it was his heir that restored it in 1830 - Louis Philippe. It became the official anthem in 1879.
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