Title: Vivica, Chapter Three
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Three
"Ron?" Hermione touched the redhead's shoulder lightly. The boy immediately jerked awake, eyes wide. He looked around at the faces watching him with concern. "Ron, are you feeling better?"
"I'm fine, 'Mione." Ron mumbled. He looked over at Harry, who gave him a small smile. "Are we there?"
"Not yet. We thought we should wake you so we can all change." Harry told him. Ron nodded and slowly stood.
"I'll be right back." Hermione suddenly said, moving for the door. They all watched her without a word. As the door closed, Harry turned back to his friend.
"It'll be okay, mate. You'll see." Harry insured him.
"I doubt it. You know my mum, Harry. She's stubborn." Ron replied, his voice cracking lightly.
"But she loves you, she'll accept it." Neville spoke up. Ron nodded mutely as he pulled on his robe. The compartment door opened and Hermione entered, her robe on.
"The conductor said we'd be there in about twenty minutes." She told them all. "Ron... Ginny said she's sorry."
"Yeah right." Ron snapped, his face suddenly contorting into anger. "She just doesn't want me to be mad at her anymore. She meant every word she said this morning."
"Ron.." Hermione said softly, a worried look on her face.
"Forget it. I know." Ron frowned. "It's not everyday you find out your brother is gay. That's what your going to say, right? That's what she's going through, right? That's what my mum is going through. My brothers. My father. Well what about me? What about what I'm going through, Hermione?"
"Ron..." Hermione whispered as the redhead's voice got louder with each word.
"Ron!" Harry interupted. "We accept you. You know this. It's not our fault."
"I'm not saying-"
"I know." Harry replied, smiling slightly. "Please, Ron. Try to... Try to think positively."
"Shit. Fine... I'll try, Harry... But I don't think it's gonna work." Ron said sadly. Harry reached over and placed his hand on Ron's shoulder. The Weasley sighed and nodded. Standing straight, he adjusted his robes and then set towards the exit.
Hogsmeade was the same as ever, and Ron could probably treck to the buggies leading to Hogwarts with his eyes closed. But he preferred not to. Instead he scanned the area, hoping to avoid any place his sister would be. Ginny was with her fellow fifth years, a slightly sad look on her face. Ron tried to ignore it and followed Harry and Hermione toward one of the buggies.
It was in one last scan of his eyes that he caught sight of Draco. The blonde was staring at him in an odd manor. Shaking his head, Ron slipped into the carraige, not wanting to think about the look of concern and lust he might of seen in those steal eyes.
Draco watched the Gryffindor avert his eyes and leave his line of vision. Another shudder ran through him, much like the one from earlier that day when he smelt that scent pouring from the door of the Golden Trio's compartment. Draco frowned slightly as he climbed into the buggy with Crabbe and Goyle. Had it been Ron's scent he smelled? No, Draco didn't even want to think about what that Weasley smelt like. Though, he felt his body respond to the idea of it.
The ride to Hogwarts was, if anything, dull and boring. As was the Opening Feast. Dumbledore announced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Draco momentarily joined his fellow Slytherins at a groan. The fact that the werewolf Remus Lupin was returning was not a good sign. Severus Snape looked like he was in the most foul mood. He only hoped the teacher would calm down before Draco went to him with his problem.
That is, if it could be cured.
Draco shook his head. Now was not the time to be overdramatic. Finishing his supper, Draco quickly left the hall when they were excused. He slipped into the Slytherin dorms quickly and got into bed without a single look at his fellow house mates. Curling up onto his side, Draco let his eyes drift closed.
The forrest was dark. Draco could not tell whether that meant it was day or night, for the trees met at the top and not a single speck of sky could be seen. He knew he had to be dreaming. The fuzzy lining around his vision and the serene sense of things gave it all away.
As Draco took his first step forward, a bright light cascaded through the trees. Blocking his eyes with his hand, he turned towards the light. It flickered a moment, before fading into a nice, soft glow. And before him, between two huge oaks, was a tall woman. Her hair was paler than his own, falling in curls onto her shoulders. Her eyes glowed an odd red, which stood out agaisnt her stark white skin. What looked like a crown of feathers lined her head, and the white ruffled gown fell past two bared feet onto the dirt below. Draco took another step towards her, eyes wide with awe.
"And so it has happened?" A tinkling voice asked. Draco knew it belonged to her, though her mouth never moved. It remained fixed in a sad line.
"What has happened?" Draco found himself asking.
"The betrayal of blood is no more." The woman turned away, looking through the trees at something unknown to Draco. "That which was hidden has now escaped. And you are it's carrier."
"Carrier of what?" Draco walked closer to the woman. She turned her face towards him once more, it's sudden sharpness reminding him of a great eagle.
"Search for the answer, mein kind." She nodded to him. "Ask the one that shares the bond with the dark. He may help you."
"He... Who?" Draco was more confused than ever. The woman once again turned away. This time, Draco followed her line of vision. It rested on a small parting in the forrest, where a soft glow was emitting downwards. A figure was there, crouched onto one knee, hands placed on the grass. The male's red head slowly lifted and looked towards him.
"Do not be afraid of what you are." The woman insisted as Draco gasped, looking at the face.
"Weasley." Draco merely stated, his voice shocked. What was the Gryffindor doing here? Draco looked back at the woman, as though asking her. She merely looked at him, curiousness showing in her red, bird-like eyes.
"Do not be afraid of anything anymore."
"What's happening?" Draco suddenly demanded.
"A gehiemnis will be revealed and you must not hide. Do not worry, mein kind." The woman's eyes narrowed. "That which was stolen will soon be repaid, with your life."
A flash of white filled Draco's vision, followed by a ear splitting screech.
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Three
"Ron?" Hermione touched the redhead's shoulder lightly. The boy immediately jerked awake, eyes wide. He looked around at the faces watching him with concern. "Ron, are you feeling better?"
"I'm fine, 'Mione." Ron mumbled. He looked over at Harry, who gave him a small smile. "Are we there?"
"Not yet. We thought we should wake you so we can all change." Harry told him. Ron nodded and slowly stood.
"I'll be right back." Hermione suddenly said, moving for the door. They all watched her without a word. As the door closed, Harry turned back to his friend.
"It'll be okay, mate. You'll see." Harry insured him.
"I doubt it. You know my mum, Harry. She's stubborn." Ron replied, his voice cracking lightly.
"But she loves you, she'll accept it." Neville spoke up. Ron nodded mutely as he pulled on his robe. The compartment door opened and Hermione entered, her robe on.
"The conductor said we'd be there in about twenty minutes." She told them all. "Ron... Ginny said she's sorry."
"Yeah right." Ron snapped, his face suddenly contorting into anger. "She just doesn't want me to be mad at her anymore. She meant every word she said this morning."
"Ron.." Hermione said softly, a worried look on her face.
"Forget it. I know." Ron frowned. "It's not everyday you find out your brother is gay. That's what your going to say, right? That's what she's going through, right? That's what my mum is going through. My brothers. My father. Well what about me? What about what I'm going through, Hermione?"
"Ron..." Hermione whispered as the redhead's voice got louder with each word.
"Ron!" Harry interupted. "We accept you. You know this. It's not our fault."
"I'm not saying-"
"I know." Harry replied, smiling slightly. "Please, Ron. Try to... Try to think positively."
"Shit. Fine... I'll try, Harry... But I don't think it's gonna work." Ron said sadly. Harry reached over and placed his hand on Ron's shoulder. The Weasley sighed and nodded. Standing straight, he adjusted his robes and then set towards the exit.
Hogsmeade was the same as ever, and Ron could probably treck to the buggies leading to Hogwarts with his eyes closed. But he preferred not to. Instead he scanned the area, hoping to avoid any place his sister would be. Ginny was with her fellow fifth years, a slightly sad look on her face. Ron tried to ignore it and followed Harry and Hermione toward one of the buggies.
It was in one last scan of his eyes that he caught sight of Draco. The blonde was staring at him in an odd manor. Shaking his head, Ron slipped into the carraige, not wanting to think about the look of concern and lust he might of seen in those steal eyes.
Draco watched the Gryffindor avert his eyes and leave his line of vision. Another shudder ran through him, much like the one from earlier that day when he smelt that scent pouring from the door of the Golden Trio's compartment. Draco frowned slightly as he climbed into the buggy with Crabbe and Goyle. Had it been Ron's scent he smelled? No, Draco didn't even want to think about what that Weasley smelt like. Though, he felt his body respond to the idea of it.
The ride to Hogwarts was, if anything, dull and boring. As was the Opening Feast. Dumbledore announced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Draco momentarily joined his fellow Slytherins at a groan. The fact that the werewolf Remus Lupin was returning was not a good sign. Severus Snape looked like he was in the most foul mood. He only hoped the teacher would calm down before Draco went to him with his problem.
That is, if it could be cured.
Draco shook his head. Now was not the time to be overdramatic. Finishing his supper, Draco quickly left the hall when they were excused. He slipped into the Slytherin dorms quickly and got into bed without a single look at his fellow house mates. Curling up onto his side, Draco let his eyes drift closed.
The forrest was dark. Draco could not tell whether that meant it was day or night, for the trees met at the top and not a single speck of sky could be seen. He knew he had to be dreaming. The fuzzy lining around his vision and the serene sense of things gave it all away.
As Draco took his first step forward, a bright light cascaded through the trees. Blocking his eyes with his hand, he turned towards the light. It flickered a moment, before fading into a nice, soft glow. And before him, between two huge oaks, was a tall woman. Her hair was paler than his own, falling in curls onto her shoulders. Her eyes glowed an odd red, which stood out agaisnt her stark white skin. What looked like a crown of feathers lined her head, and the white ruffled gown fell past two bared feet onto the dirt below. Draco took another step towards her, eyes wide with awe.
"And so it has happened?" A tinkling voice asked. Draco knew it belonged to her, though her mouth never moved. It remained fixed in a sad line.
"What has happened?" Draco found himself asking.
"The betrayal of blood is no more." The woman turned away, looking through the trees at something unknown to Draco. "That which was hidden has now escaped. And you are it's carrier."
"Carrier of what?" Draco walked closer to the woman. She turned her face towards him once more, it's sudden sharpness reminding him of a great eagle.
"Search for the answer, mein kind." She nodded to him. "Ask the one that shares the bond with the dark. He may help you."
"He... Who?" Draco was more confused than ever. The woman once again turned away. This time, Draco followed her line of vision. It rested on a small parting in the forrest, where a soft glow was emitting downwards. A figure was there, crouched onto one knee, hands placed on the grass. The male's red head slowly lifted and looked towards him.
"Do not be afraid of what you are." The woman insisted as Draco gasped, looking at the face.
"Weasley." Draco merely stated, his voice shocked. What was the Gryffindor doing here? Draco looked back at the woman, as though asking her. She merely looked at him, curiousness showing in her red, bird-like eyes.
"Do not be afraid of anything anymore."
"What's happening?" Draco suddenly demanded.
"A gehiemnis will be revealed and you must not hide. Do not worry, mein kind." The woman's eyes narrowed. "That which was stolen will soon be repaid, with your life."
A flash of white filled Draco's vision, followed by a ear splitting screech.