Title: Vivica, Chapter Four
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 Four
Draco sat up in bed, sweat covering his body. A small amount of sunlight shimmered through the crack in the bed's drapes. Blinking, Draco looked up at the high window of the dungeon dorm. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the blankets off himself and climbed out of bed. The other three occupants were already gone, not having bothered to wake him. Grumbling to himself, Draco grabbed a set of clean robes and set for the showers.
Afterwards, in the Great Hall, Draco let himself fall into his usual routine. He ate quickly, listening to the chatter around him. He only spoke once, when he recieved his schedule. And that was to cuss at the sight of having DADA with the Gryffindor's this year.
Crabbe and Goyle, proving to be much more intelligent than Draco had previously given them credit for, noticed the change in Draco's normal behaivor. As a result, they did not follow him as he left the Great Hall. He was thankful for their odd intuitive ability. Having his cronies follow him around the library, of all places, was the last thing he needed that morning.
He had two hours before his first class started. Using his time well, he went straight for the medical section. Pulling medical textbooks off of the shelf, Draco sat down in a secluded table, hidden from veiw.
Over an hour later, Draco let his head hit the open book with a thump. Nothing. He hadn't been able to find anything concerning heightened senses and bizzare dreams. The ailments he did find concerning him at all were things that were impossible. Draco was rather sure he never shared a creampuff with a goblin in the middle of the third night in January. This being the case, the only sickness even close to what he was feeling was voided out.
A voice broke Draco attention and he finally lifted his forhead off the volume. On the other side of the bookshelf he could smell a distinct scent emitting. Closing his eyes, Draco was unable to force back the shiver of lust that ran through him. Slowly standing, he crept over to the shelves and peered over the top of the books.
Hermione Granger could be seen hunched over the thickest book he'd ever seen. Across from her, Harry was alseep, head resting in his arms and drool dripping from his mouth. Draco grimaced at the sight and turned to the third person, Ron. The redhead had a whining look on his face, and Draco was sure he was the one he had heard.
"'Mione!" Ron fell into the chair next to her. "Stop it already, please?"
"I am just trying to help, you know." Hermione replied, turning a page.
"Hermione..." Ron spoke the name slowly, so that the girl looked up as he talked. "My parents are mad because I'm gay, not becuase I'm refusing them grandchildren. I don't think my mom would be too thrilled to know that I'm not only gay, but am looking for a way to get pregnant."
Draco had to quickly cover his mouth and jerk away from the bookshelf to keep himself from laughing out loud. While this was wonderful ammunition towards the redhead, his instincts were telling him to remain quiet. Carefully, he went back to the bookshelf and peered through to the trio.
"Ron, I'm just trying to show you that you can lead a normal life." Hermione was explaining. Ron groaned and let his head drop to the table with a thud. "Honestly! Harry? Harry!"
"Hmmughu?" Harry mumbled blinking his eyes open. Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Explain to your best friend why it's a good idea to read up on gay rights in the wizarding world!" Hermione ordered.
"Uhhh... Why?" Harry asked, a confused expression on his face. Ron fought back a snicker, while Draco once again covered his mouth to muffle his own.
"You two are impossible! Don't you realize homosexuals face the same discrimination in the muggle world that muggle-borns face in the wizarding world? Not to mention that the wizarding world is rather uptight about the whole sex issue. We don't even have a sex education class for crying out loud!" Hermione was on a roll and Draco could see this continuing for sometime. "How do they possibly expect us to know anything around here?"
"Hermione, you know our culture is a bit... old-fashioned. Sex is for after marriage, or a bonding." Ron said softly. Draco observed the thoughtful look on the Weasley's face, rather shocked that it suited him. Draco shifted behind the books, highly aware that Ron's voice simply saying the word 'sex' had brought him to full erection.
"I realize that Ron." Hermione said in a patronizing tone. "That has nothing to do with it. What I'm getting at is that I was trying to see how accepting the wizarding world was of gays! And you should take some interest in it, Ron. It is your love life afterall."
"Hermione, stop treating him like a house-elf in need of freedom." Harry told her. Hermione's mouth dropped open at his tone. Harry gave her a look that neither Draco nor Ron could identify before grabbing his bag and standing. "Come on, it's time for DADA. Thank Merlin Professor Lupin is back."
"Yeah, but to share the class with Slytherins? What was Dumbledore thinking?" Ron asked as Hermione quietly followed them toward the entrance. Draco wasn't stupid, he saw the look of plotting on the girl's face. For a moment he almost felt sorry for Harry, but the moment faded fast. It was his own fault for striking the wrath of a female, as Draco learned in third year with the muggle-born witch.
Draco waited until they were out of sight before putting away the useless medical textbooks and grabbing his own bookbag. Quickly he made his way to the same destination at the Golden Trio, not even noticing when Crabbe and Goyle suddenly appeared next to him.
He was a few feet from the classroom door when it hit him. It was simular to what he felt when around Ron, but not quite the same. This was stronger and harsher. While he felt slightly turned on and emotional when the smell of the redhead hit his senses, this was completely different. The same shiver ran through him, but this was accompanied by fear and the need to drop to the ground in submission.
Draco blinked at the closed door. He could feel Crabbe and Goyle looking at him warily, but he didn't care. A part of him, the rational part, was fighting him from entering that room. While the practically inhuman instincts he felt himself gather day by day urged him forward. Taking a deep breath, he gripped the handle and pushed it open, wondering what was inside that could make him feel so weak and vulnerable.
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 Four
Draco sat up in bed, sweat covering his body. A small amount of sunlight shimmered through the crack in the bed's drapes. Blinking, Draco looked up at the high window of the dungeon dorm. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the blankets off himself and climbed out of bed. The other three occupants were already gone, not having bothered to wake him. Grumbling to himself, Draco grabbed a set of clean robes and set for the showers.
Afterwards, in the Great Hall, Draco let himself fall into his usual routine. He ate quickly, listening to the chatter around him. He only spoke once, when he recieved his schedule. And that was to cuss at the sight of having DADA with the Gryffindor's this year.
Crabbe and Goyle, proving to be much more intelligent than Draco had previously given them credit for, noticed the change in Draco's normal behaivor. As a result, they did not follow him as he left the Great Hall. He was thankful for their odd intuitive ability. Having his cronies follow him around the library, of all places, was the last thing he needed that morning.
He had two hours before his first class started. Using his time well, he went straight for the medical section. Pulling medical textbooks off of the shelf, Draco sat down in a secluded table, hidden from veiw.
Over an hour later, Draco let his head hit the open book with a thump. Nothing. He hadn't been able to find anything concerning heightened senses and bizzare dreams. The ailments he did find concerning him at all were things that were impossible. Draco was rather sure he never shared a creampuff with a goblin in the middle of the third night in January. This being the case, the only sickness even close to what he was feeling was voided out.
A voice broke Draco attention and he finally lifted his forhead off the volume. On the other side of the bookshelf he could smell a distinct scent emitting. Closing his eyes, Draco was unable to force back the shiver of lust that ran through him. Slowly standing, he crept over to the shelves and peered over the top of the books.
Hermione Granger could be seen hunched over the thickest book he'd ever seen. Across from her, Harry was alseep, head resting in his arms and drool dripping from his mouth. Draco grimaced at the sight and turned to the third person, Ron. The redhead had a whining look on his face, and Draco was sure he was the one he had heard.
"'Mione!" Ron fell into the chair next to her. "Stop it already, please?"
"I am just trying to help, you know." Hermione replied, turning a page.
"Hermione..." Ron spoke the name slowly, so that the girl looked up as he talked. "My parents are mad because I'm gay, not becuase I'm refusing them grandchildren. I don't think my mom would be too thrilled to know that I'm not only gay, but am looking for a way to get pregnant."
Draco had to quickly cover his mouth and jerk away from the bookshelf to keep himself from laughing out loud. While this was wonderful ammunition towards the redhead, his instincts were telling him to remain quiet. Carefully, he went back to the bookshelf and peered through to the trio.
"Ron, I'm just trying to show you that you can lead a normal life." Hermione was explaining. Ron groaned and let his head drop to the table with a thud. "Honestly! Harry? Harry!"
"Hmmughu?" Harry mumbled blinking his eyes open. Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Explain to your best friend why it's a good idea to read up on gay rights in the wizarding world!" Hermione ordered.
"Uhhh... Why?" Harry asked, a confused expression on his face. Ron fought back a snicker, while Draco once again covered his mouth to muffle his own.
"You two are impossible! Don't you realize homosexuals face the same discrimination in the muggle world that muggle-borns face in the wizarding world? Not to mention that the wizarding world is rather uptight about the whole sex issue. We don't even have a sex education class for crying out loud!" Hermione was on a roll and Draco could see this continuing for sometime. "How do they possibly expect us to know anything around here?"
"Hermione, you know our culture is a bit... old-fashioned. Sex is for after marriage, or a bonding." Ron said softly. Draco observed the thoughtful look on the Weasley's face, rather shocked that it suited him. Draco shifted behind the books, highly aware that Ron's voice simply saying the word 'sex' had brought him to full erection.
"I realize that Ron." Hermione said in a patronizing tone. "That has nothing to do with it. What I'm getting at is that I was trying to see how accepting the wizarding world was of gays! And you should take some interest in it, Ron. It is your love life afterall."
"Hermione, stop treating him like a house-elf in need of freedom." Harry told her. Hermione's mouth dropped open at his tone. Harry gave her a look that neither Draco nor Ron could identify before grabbing his bag and standing. "Come on, it's time for DADA. Thank Merlin Professor Lupin is back."
"Yeah, but to share the class with Slytherins? What was Dumbledore thinking?" Ron asked as Hermione quietly followed them toward the entrance. Draco wasn't stupid, he saw the look of plotting on the girl's face. For a moment he almost felt sorry for Harry, but the moment faded fast. It was his own fault for striking the wrath of a female, as Draco learned in third year with the muggle-born witch.
Draco waited until they were out of sight before putting away the useless medical textbooks and grabbing his own bookbag. Quickly he made his way to the same destination at the Golden Trio, not even noticing when Crabbe and Goyle suddenly appeared next to him.
He was a few feet from the classroom door when it hit him. It was simular to what he felt when around Ron, but not quite the same. This was stronger and harsher. While he felt slightly turned on and emotional when the smell of the redhead hit his senses, this was completely different. The same shiver ran through him, but this was accompanied by fear and the need to drop to the ground in submission.
Draco blinked at the closed door. He could feel Crabbe and Goyle looking at him warily, but he didn't care. A part of him, the rational part, was fighting him from entering that room. While the practically inhuman instincts he felt himself gather day by day urged him forward. Taking a deep breath, he gripped the handle and pushed it open, wondering what was inside that could make him feel so weak and vulnerable.