Title: Vivica, Chapter Seven
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 Seven
It had been four weeks since the life altering conversation that had taken place in the Headmaster's office. Draco had his own room, decorated in a deep green. He spent the majority of his time hidden within, unable to face the other students. Slowly, his heritage was taking over him. His weird dreams were coming more and more often and his insides were twisting with emotions that he honestly had never felt before.
Both he and the few teachers that new of what was happening thought it best if he only leave his room to go to classes. It wasn't so much that he was effecting the other students. Draco could truthfully state that he didn't care whether any of them suffered. It was Draco, evidently, that was going through the pain.
It had grew, steadily since the summer and now had reached it's prime. The instinct coarsing his brain would fire rules and instructions to him that he would normally never follow. He continued to lower his gaze when Lupin entered the room, though he was more comfortable with the werewolf now that they had established their standings. He felt constant need to fight with certain people. Harry Potter was no shock to him, now he had a real reason to hate the boy. Everytime he was within smelling distance of the Boy Who Lived his blood would boil and he felt a strong desire to put the Gryffindor in his place.
It wasn't until a long discussion with the werewolf that Draco realized a haunting fact. Another scent often mingled with Potter's. Ron Weasley was always with his friend. While Harry's scent made his teeth bare, Ron's had a completely different effect. Draco's body felt as though it would melt and his desire rose without a second thought. And the fact that Harry was so close, close enough to allow his arm to graze Ron's, made Draco go almost crazy. Lupin, though a little shocked by this revelation, advised he try to keep his instincts in check. Both knew Draco would be the only one hurt in the fight that would no doubt follow.
Ron was, if anything, completely oblivious to what was happening to his arch enemy. He had more pressing matters on his mind. For example, forgiving his sister. He knew the moment she sat across from him she was going to apologize, make no mistake.
"Ron?" Ginny asked softly once the door to his dorm was closed and they were the only two there. Ron shifted on his bed and faced her, a slight frown on his face. "Ron, I want to talk about... Well, about what happened over the summer."
"What's to say?" Ron asked bitterly. "You made it clear how you felt about all of this. Don't you remember? 'I can't believe I have a faggot for a brother. It's bad enough we have to be the oddballs of wizarding family, but you just had to make it worse.' That's what you said, Ginny."
"I... I know what I said, Ron." Ginny's voice was suddenly very small. It reminded Ron of when they were little and he would comfort her after a nightmare. He shifted again in his bed, moving to look away from her. "Ron, please."
"Just say what you came here to say, Ginny." Ron replied, his voice oddly thick.
"I'm so sorry, Ron. I don't know what I was thinking." Ginny whispered. "Mom and Dad will get over it, they have to. Your their son."
"They have plenty more to spare." Ron said, turning to face his sister again. Her eyes widened as a single tear cascaded down his cheek. A second later he was being held by his little sister, his heart feeling ten times lighter than it had that morning.
"No one can replace you, Ronald Weasley." Ginny said forcefully. "No one."
"Thanks..." Ron cleared his throat and pulled back, giving his sister a small smile. "So, tell me dear sister, now that I've forgiven you, what's been going on?"
"Nothing really." Ginny replied after giving him a wide smile. "What about you? Find you a guy, yet?"
"You're just now accepting me being gay and you're already bothering me about that?" Ron asked, an amazed look on his face.
"Yeah, well, this is me we're talking about." Ginny smiled. "So, spill! Who do I need to talk into dating you, big brother?"
"Oh, Merlin." Ron chuckled.
"Ron, I know there is someone. You wouldn't be blushing like that." Ginny paused before relenting, slightly. "Tell me what you like in a guy instead? No names, okay?"
"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you!" Ron laughed, pulling his sister to the top of the bed. They both leaned against the headboard, Ginny looking at him expectantly. "I suppose... I kind of like blondes."
"Ooohhh." Ginny grinned. "More!"
"This is going to sound stupid..." Ron mumbled.
"I highly doubt it. Your talking to the girl who sent Harry Potter the worst Valentine ever." Ginny replied. "The girl who went out with Neville Longbottom. Who, by the way, refused to kiss me! Can you believe that? I think he was afraid you would beat him up or something. Tsk. If he only knew you were limp wristed."
"Oh, shut up." Ron replied, shoving her playfully. "Actually, that's the odd thing. I'm not like that. I'm gay, but I'm not the lispy kind. And even odder? It's those kinds that turn me on."
"Oh, Ron, then it's settled." Ginny said. "We'll just have to hook you up with Draco Malfoy."
"What!" Ron's jaw drop. "You've got to be kidding. Ginny? You are kidding, right?"
"Maybe." Ginny's face held a sly grin. "Look, he fits the bill. That boy is so flamboyant. Especially here lately. He's acting like a sexually frustrated mother hen. It's rather comical. Ron, admit it. He's hot, in that 'I try to be evil, but only come off as annoying' way."
"I suppose." Ron muttered. "I wouldn't date him, though. There's the whole Death Eater thing to consider."
"True." Ginny said softly. "Eh, well, you can still fantasize about him."
"Ginny!" Ron gasped. Ginny grinned at him once more before standing and making her way to the dorm door.
"Come on, brother, time for dinner." Ginny ordered, opening the door. "I've ignored you enough this year, so your sitting with me tonight."
"Ugh, you sound like mum." Ron whined. Ginny narrowed her eyes at the remark and Ron quickly jumped off his bed. "Kidding!"
"You better be, Ron Weasley. Or I might have to give you a piece of my mind." Ginny replied before leaving the room.
"God, I fear for her future children." Ron muttered to himself before following her path. Ron smiled in greeting to Harry and Hermione, then walked with his sister tot he Great Hall. The moment he entered the room he could feel eyes on him.
Ron Weasley was not stupid, contrary to what a lot of people believed. He knew when someone was watching him. The feeling had been coming over him everyday for the past few weeks. It was more dominant at times like these, when he was sitting down at dinner and lost in his own thoughts. He could feel the slight prickle as his hair stood on end. Rubbing his arms, Ron looked up.
The Slytherin table could be seen past the Ravenclaw's. Without realizing it, Ron let his eyes scan the table until they rested on a pale blonde head. Draco Malfoy was watching him. Ron blinked, looked down at his plate, then looked back up. Draco defiantly kept his eyes trained on Ron. Gulping at the sudden unease he felt, Ron chose to ignore the Slytherin for the rest of the meal.
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 Seven
It had been four weeks since the life altering conversation that had taken place in the Headmaster's office. Draco had his own room, decorated in a deep green. He spent the majority of his time hidden within, unable to face the other students. Slowly, his heritage was taking over him. His weird dreams were coming more and more often and his insides were twisting with emotions that he honestly had never felt before.
Both he and the few teachers that new of what was happening thought it best if he only leave his room to go to classes. It wasn't so much that he was effecting the other students. Draco could truthfully state that he didn't care whether any of them suffered. It was Draco, evidently, that was going through the pain.
It had grew, steadily since the summer and now had reached it's prime. The instinct coarsing his brain would fire rules and instructions to him that he would normally never follow. He continued to lower his gaze when Lupin entered the room, though he was more comfortable with the werewolf now that they had established their standings. He felt constant need to fight with certain people. Harry Potter was no shock to him, now he had a real reason to hate the boy. Everytime he was within smelling distance of the Boy Who Lived his blood would boil and he felt a strong desire to put the Gryffindor in his place.
It wasn't until a long discussion with the werewolf that Draco realized a haunting fact. Another scent often mingled with Potter's. Ron Weasley was always with his friend. While Harry's scent made his teeth bare, Ron's had a completely different effect. Draco's body felt as though it would melt and his desire rose without a second thought. And the fact that Harry was so close, close enough to allow his arm to graze Ron's, made Draco go almost crazy. Lupin, though a little shocked by this revelation, advised he try to keep his instincts in check. Both knew Draco would be the only one hurt in the fight that would no doubt follow.
Ron was, if anything, completely oblivious to what was happening to his arch enemy. He had more pressing matters on his mind. For example, forgiving his sister. He knew the moment she sat across from him she was going to apologize, make no mistake.
"Ron?" Ginny asked softly once the door to his dorm was closed and they were the only two there. Ron shifted on his bed and faced her, a slight frown on his face. "Ron, I want to talk about... Well, about what happened over the summer."
"What's to say?" Ron asked bitterly. "You made it clear how you felt about all of this. Don't you remember? 'I can't believe I have a faggot for a brother. It's bad enough we have to be the oddballs of wizarding family, but you just had to make it worse.' That's what you said, Ginny."
"I... I know what I said, Ron." Ginny's voice was suddenly very small. It reminded Ron of when they were little and he would comfort her after a nightmare. He shifted again in his bed, moving to look away from her. "Ron, please."
"Just say what you came here to say, Ginny." Ron replied, his voice oddly thick.
"I'm so sorry, Ron. I don't know what I was thinking." Ginny whispered. "Mom and Dad will get over it, they have to. Your their son."
"They have plenty more to spare." Ron said, turning to face his sister again. Her eyes widened as a single tear cascaded down his cheek. A second later he was being held by his little sister, his heart feeling ten times lighter than it had that morning.
"No one can replace you, Ronald Weasley." Ginny said forcefully. "No one."
"Thanks..." Ron cleared his throat and pulled back, giving his sister a small smile. "So, tell me dear sister, now that I've forgiven you, what's been going on?"
"Nothing really." Ginny replied after giving him a wide smile. "What about you? Find you a guy, yet?"
"You're just now accepting me being gay and you're already bothering me about that?" Ron asked, an amazed look on his face.
"Yeah, well, this is me we're talking about." Ginny smiled. "So, spill! Who do I need to talk into dating you, big brother?"
"Oh, Merlin." Ron chuckled.
"Ron, I know there is someone. You wouldn't be blushing like that." Ginny paused before relenting, slightly. "Tell me what you like in a guy instead? No names, okay?"
"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you!" Ron laughed, pulling his sister to the top of the bed. They both leaned against the headboard, Ginny looking at him expectantly. "I suppose... I kind of like blondes."
"Ooohhh." Ginny grinned. "More!"
"This is going to sound stupid..." Ron mumbled.
"I highly doubt it. Your talking to the girl who sent Harry Potter the worst Valentine ever." Ginny replied. "The girl who went out with Neville Longbottom. Who, by the way, refused to kiss me! Can you believe that? I think he was afraid you would beat him up or something. Tsk. If he only knew you were limp wristed."
"Oh, shut up." Ron replied, shoving her playfully. "Actually, that's the odd thing. I'm not like that. I'm gay, but I'm not the lispy kind. And even odder? It's those kinds that turn me on."
"Oh, Ron, then it's settled." Ginny said. "We'll just have to hook you up with Draco Malfoy."
"What!" Ron's jaw drop. "You've got to be kidding. Ginny? You are kidding, right?"
"Maybe." Ginny's face held a sly grin. "Look, he fits the bill. That boy is so flamboyant. Especially here lately. He's acting like a sexually frustrated mother hen. It's rather comical. Ron, admit it. He's hot, in that 'I try to be evil, but only come off as annoying' way."
"I suppose." Ron muttered. "I wouldn't date him, though. There's the whole Death Eater thing to consider."
"True." Ginny said softly. "Eh, well, you can still fantasize about him."
"Ginny!" Ron gasped. Ginny grinned at him once more before standing and making her way to the dorm door.
"Come on, brother, time for dinner." Ginny ordered, opening the door. "I've ignored you enough this year, so your sitting with me tonight."
"Ugh, you sound like mum." Ron whined. Ginny narrowed her eyes at the remark and Ron quickly jumped off his bed. "Kidding!"
"You better be, Ron Weasley. Or I might have to give you a piece of my mind." Ginny replied before leaving the room.
"God, I fear for her future children." Ron muttered to himself before following her path. Ron smiled in greeting to Harry and Hermione, then walked with his sister tot he Great Hall. The moment he entered the room he could feel eyes on him.
Ron Weasley was not stupid, contrary to what a lot of people believed. He knew when someone was watching him. The feeling had been coming over him everyday for the past few weeks. It was more dominant at times like these, when he was sitting down at dinner and lost in his own thoughts. He could feel the slight prickle as his hair stood on end. Rubbing his arms, Ron looked up.
The Slytherin table could be seen past the Ravenclaw's. Without realizing it, Ron let his eyes scan the table until they rested on a pale blonde head. Draco Malfoy was watching him. Ron blinked, looked down at his plate, then looked back up. Draco defiantly kept his eyes trained on Ron. Gulping at the sudden unease he felt, Ron chose to ignore the Slytherin for the rest of the meal.