Title: Vivica, Chapter Nine
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron, Lupin/?
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Author's Note: This chapter introduces a new couple.
Chapter Nine
Draco walked away from the door, then walked back. Inwardly, he told himself off for this lack of backbone. The knowledge that the werewolf resided behind this door led to a feeling of fear. Though, Draco mused, the idea of being afraid of the man was no longer so odd. He had spent over the past month afraid to over step the boundaries of their relationship. Give just one wrong gesture and be hunted down and slaughtered like a pig.
Draco inwardly knew he was being dramatic. But he really didn't care at the moment. Gathering up his resolve, Draco knocked on the door. He could hear murmering inside and a second later Professor Lupin was peering through his door at him. "Can I help you, Draco?"
"I was hoping we could talk." Draco told him, shifting his feet. Lupin glanced back over his shoulder, his face thoughtful. Finally he turned back to Draco and nodded. It was proof his mind was crowded with too many thoughts. For the moment he stepped past the doorway and it was shut behind him he smelt the scents. Normally he would of noticed them outisde, but his inner dialog broke his focus.
The intoxicating scent, that went straight to his groin, was obviously Ron Weasley's. It mingled in his mind, connecting to smells of nutmeg and the woods. Another scent shifted into focus. That of pressed paper and ink, Hermione Granger. The last scent to meet his nose was one that made his face form a scowl. An evening breeze and the wood of a broomstick, Harry Potter was standing much to close to Ron.
It was Lupin's hand on his shoulder that broke him from the mental picture in his head. Draco blinked, erasing the last figments of the plot to murder Harry. Lupin walked over to his chair and sat down, giving Draco full veiw of the Trio. Harry glared at him, Hermione was blinking in shock of his presence, and Ron looked like he was avoiding him.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione." Lupin started. "I hate to break this up, but me and Mister Malfoy have something to discuss. I'll see you in class tomorrow."
"Sure, Professor." Hermione replied, standing. She walked past Draco, while Hary stopped in front of him, whith Ron peeking over his head.
"What are you doing here, anyway, Malfoy?" Harry asked, frowning.
"That's none of your business, Potter." Draco chose to stare past him and at Ron. Ron met his gaze briefly, before blushing slightly. It took Draco a moment to realize he was practically slobering all over himself by having Ron near him. Shaking his head, Draco pushed past Harry and slumped down on the couch they had occupied. Harry didn't look back, but left the room quickly. Ron glanced back once, before shutting the door behind him.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" Lupin asked calmly.
"I had another dream." Draco replied.
"And? What happened?" Lupin asked, leaning back and crossing his arm.
"She basically told me that my mate is Weasley, of all people." Draco said, shaking his head. "It's so stupid, really. Why should I be listening to something that is probably a creation of my imagination?"
"Dreams can be many things, Draco." Lupin told him. Draco was certain he was slipping into teacher mode. "There are many theories over what dreams really are. Some think they are just our creativity wanting to prove itself. Some believe that they are prophetic. Then there are the theories that claim we hold, the corners of our minds, memories of our ancestors. So, tell me Draco, what do you think?"
"She called me her child." Was all Draco could come up with. The whole conversation was too philosophical for his taste.
"Indeed." Lupin sighed. "What do you think, Draco? Is Ron your mate?"
"Even if he was, how would I approach him?" Draco asked, avoiding the real question.
"I think what you really want to know is if Ron would accept you." Lupin replied. "You'd be amazed how well you could approach Ron. It's not that difficult, despite your current standings."
"How do you know?" Draco asked.
"I do have a mate, Draco." Lupin chuckled.
"Who?"
"Isn't it a bit obvious?" Lupin asked. It was at that moment Draco caught the scent of potion ingrediants. Turning, he watched in shock as Professor Snape exited Lupin's bedroom.
"Are those brats gone yet, Lupin?" Snape growled.
"And there he is." Lupin said softly. Draco's jaw dropped and he could only stare. Deep down, he wasn't too suprised. Those two argued with each other so much, it screamed sexual frustration. Draco was just shocked that Lupin allowed Snape to stand in his living room, wearing only a towel. Yet, if he really looked at Lupin's expression, the werewolf was enjoying every moment. "Severus, must your prance about naked in front of students?"
"I..." Snape trailed off when he noticed Draco on the couch. Sending Lupin one deadly glare, he returned to the bedroom, door slaming behind him.
"That's your mate?" Draco asked, finally able to find his voice.
"Shocking, isn't it?" Lupin chuckled. "When Severus and I went to school here, we hated each other. Well, kind of. It was more that he hated James Potter and therefore hated me by association. Sound familiar?"
"...Not at all." Draco replied stiffly.
"Anyway, it went on like that for some time. Then Sirius did some stupid prank which resulted in my wolf meeting him. Let's just say my wolf wasn't trying to kill him that night. Poor Severus, he thought I was going to murder him." Lupin's face took on a far away look as he remembered. "Anyway, once the wolf wanted him there was no getting around it. Still, Severus didn't trust me. I spent the next 14 years away from him, my mate. It wasn't until I came back to teach in your third year that I managed to get close to him. Even then he thought I wanted to kill him. He's a parranoid person."
"You noticed, too?" Draco and Lupin shared a smile.
"Let me give you some advice." Lupin told him. "Don't let Ron get away now. It's torture living as long as I did without a mate. You don't want to go through it, trust me. And Veelas are different than werewolves. A werewolf is more likely to wallow in self pity and lead to suicide. A Veela is very sexual in nature. They will get what they want, whether Ron wants you or not. Don't hurt him like that, Draco. Be honest. Go to him. Try to get on his good side. You might be suprised."
"It's not going to work." Draco said in a defeated way.
"Salazar Slytherin would be dissapointed in that tone." Lupin told him, standing. "Now, if you don't mind, I have one sexy Potions Master in my bedroom."
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron, Lupin/?
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Author's Note: This chapter introduces a new couple.
Chapter Nine
Draco walked away from the door, then walked back. Inwardly, he told himself off for this lack of backbone. The knowledge that the werewolf resided behind this door led to a feeling of fear. Though, Draco mused, the idea of being afraid of the man was no longer so odd. He had spent over the past month afraid to over step the boundaries of their relationship. Give just one wrong gesture and be hunted down and slaughtered like a pig.
Draco inwardly knew he was being dramatic. But he really didn't care at the moment. Gathering up his resolve, Draco knocked on the door. He could hear murmering inside and a second later Professor Lupin was peering through his door at him. "Can I help you, Draco?"
"I was hoping we could talk." Draco told him, shifting his feet. Lupin glanced back over his shoulder, his face thoughtful. Finally he turned back to Draco and nodded. It was proof his mind was crowded with too many thoughts. For the moment he stepped past the doorway and it was shut behind him he smelt the scents. Normally he would of noticed them outisde, but his inner dialog broke his focus.
The intoxicating scent, that went straight to his groin, was obviously Ron Weasley's. It mingled in his mind, connecting to smells of nutmeg and the woods. Another scent shifted into focus. That of pressed paper and ink, Hermione Granger. The last scent to meet his nose was one that made his face form a scowl. An evening breeze and the wood of a broomstick, Harry Potter was standing much to close to Ron.
It was Lupin's hand on his shoulder that broke him from the mental picture in his head. Draco blinked, erasing the last figments of the plot to murder Harry. Lupin walked over to his chair and sat down, giving Draco full veiw of the Trio. Harry glared at him, Hermione was blinking in shock of his presence, and Ron looked like he was avoiding him.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione." Lupin started. "I hate to break this up, but me and Mister Malfoy have something to discuss. I'll see you in class tomorrow."
"Sure, Professor." Hermione replied, standing. She walked past Draco, while Hary stopped in front of him, whith Ron peeking over his head.
"What are you doing here, anyway, Malfoy?" Harry asked, frowning.
"That's none of your business, Potter." Draco chose to stare past him and at Ron. Ron met his gaze briefly, before blushing slightly. It took Draco a moment to realize he was practically slobering all over himself by having Ron near him. Shaking his head, Draco pushed past Harry and slumped down on the couch they had occupied. Harry didn't look back, but left the room quickly. Ron glanced back once, before shutting the door behind him.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" Lupin asked calmly.
"I had another dream." Draco replied.
"And? What happened?" Lupin asked, leaning back and crossing his arm.
"She basically told me that my mate is Weasley, of all people." Draco said, shaking his head. "It's so stupid, really. Why should I be listening to something that is probably a creation of my imagination?"
"Dreams can be many things, Draco." Lupin told him. Draco was certain he was slipping into teacher mode. "There are many theories over what dreams really are. Some think they are just our creativity wanting to prove itself. Some believe that they are prophetic. Then there are the theories that claim we hold, the corners of our minds, memories of our ancestors. So, tell me Draco, what do you think?"
"She called me her child." Was all Draco could come up with. The whole conversation was too philosophical for his taste.
"Indeed." Lupin sighed. "What do you think, Draco? Is Ron your mate?"
"Even if he was, how would I approach him?" Draco asked, avoiding the real question.
"I think what you really want to know is if Ron would accept you." Lupin replied. "You'd be amazed how well you could approach Ron. It's not that difficult, despite your current standings."
"How do you know?" Draco asked.
"I do have a mate, Draco." Lupin chuckled.
"Who?"
"Isn't it a bit obvious?" Lupin asked. It was at that moment Draco caught the scent of potion ingrediants. Turning, he watched in shock as Professor Snape exited Lupin's bedroom.
"Are those brats gone yet, Lupin?" Snape growled.
"And there he is." Lupin said softly. Draco's jaw dropped and he could only stare. Deep down, he wasn't too suprised. Those two argued with each other so much, it screamed sexual frustration. Draco was just shocked that Lupin allowed Snape to stand in his living room, wearing only a towel. Yet, if he really looked at Lupin's expression, the werewolf was enjoying every moment. "Severus, must your prance about naked in front of students?"
"I..." Snape trailed off when he noticed Draco on the couch. Sending Lupin one deadly glare, he returned to the bedroom, door slaming behind him.
"That's your mate?" Draco asked, finally able to find his voice.
"Shocking, isn't it?" Lupin chuckled. "When Severus and I went to school here, we hated each other. Well, kind of. It was more that he hated James Potter and therefore hated me by association. Sound familiar?"
"...Not at all." Draco replied stiffly.
"Anyway, it went on like that for some time. Then Sirius did some stupid prank which resulted in my wolf meeting him. Let's just say my wolf wasn't trying to kill him that night. Poor Severus, he thought I was going to murder him." Lupin's face took on a far away look as he remembered. "Anyway, once the wolf wanted him there was no getting around it. Still, Severus didn't trust me. I spent the next 14 years away from him, my mate. It wasn't until I came back to teach in your third year that I managed to get close to him. Even then he thought I wanted to kill him. He's a parranoid person."
"You noticed, too?" Draco and Lupin shared a smile.
"Let me give you some advice." Lupin told him. "Don't let Ron get away now. It's torture living as long as I did without a mate. You don't want to go through it, trust me. And Veelas are different than werewolves. A werewolf is more likely to wallow in self pity and lead to suicide. A Veela is very sexual in nature. They will get what they want, whether Ron wants you or not. Don't hurt him like that, Draco. Be honest. Go to him. Try to get on his good side. You might be suprised."
"It's not going to work." Draco said in a defeated way.
"Salazar Slytherin would be dissapointed in that tone." Lupin told him, standing. "Now, if you don't mind, I have one sexy Potions Master in my bedroom."