Title: Vivica, Chapter Twelve
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron, Lupin/Snape
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Twelve
The corridor was empty, and Ron was thankful. He was at least two stories above the dungeons, as far away from Draco as he could get in less than five seconds. Leaning against the wall, he took a deep breath. He didn't know what to think. Fear. Shock. Anger. Lust. It was all in his heart and head at that moment. Parts of him growled with anger, fighting not to track the blonde down and beat him up. The small, insecure part of him was slightly happy. Happy that someone finally wanted him.
But right now was not the time to even think about that. Sighing, Ron brought his hand up to touch the patch of neck that Draco had licked. It tingled under his skin, burning slightly as well. Odd. A calm settled over him as he held his palm against him. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back against the wall. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the feeling of Draco on top of him. Followed by a tinge of fear as he remembered how helpless he had been.
"Ron, what are you doing out of bed so late?" A voice interupted his thoughts. Blinking, Ron looked up at Professor Lupin.
"I... Well... Kitchens and then Malfoy... Malfoy..." Ron trailed off, knowing he was making no sense.
"What about Mister Malfoy?" Lupin asked. He watched as Ron rubbed the spot on his neck repeatedly. "Ron, are you okay?"
"Huh?" Ron mumbled. Lupin walked over to him. Reaching up, he grasped Ron's hand and removed it from his neck. Ron struggled a moment, but gave in. Lupin stared at the spot on his neck. There was nothing there. No visible mark, except a few freckles and a mole. Lupin narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Why don't you come with me, Ron." Lupin gently held his hand and began leading him down the hall. Ron followed, unable to think of anything else but how odd the night was getting. Lupin kept glancing back at him as they continued on their way. Ron didn't know why. Lupin was holding onto his hand, and therefore Ron wasn't going anywhere.
They rounded the corner, headed down a flight of stairs. It was then that Ron noticed they were heading back into the dungeons. He desperately wanted to run. The knowledge of what had happened less than twenty minutes ago was fresh in his mind. He didn't want to face Draco. Not now. Not ever. They slowed to a stop and Ron stared at the door before them. Lupin turned to speak to him, but instead stared over his shoulder with a look of shock.
Ron turned, caught a flash of pale blonde hair, before Lupin's hand was suddenly yanked out of his own. A screech filled the air. A sound that no human could make. Ron fell back against the door, watching as Draco tackled Professor Lupin to the ground. Lupin struggled a moment with the smaller boy, before rolling them over and pinning the Slytherin to the ground. Draco snarled, making strange noises in the back of his throat. A steady growl was escaping Lupin.
The door against Ron's back opened with a flourish. Ron fell back, stumbling into the room behind him. A strong hand grabbed his robes, pulling him to his feet. Ron didn't look to see who it was. Instead he watched as Lupin fought to lift Draco off the ground and literally throw him into the room. Draco rolled upright, staring with narrowed eyes at Lupin, who stood in the doorway. Lupin kept his eyes trained on Draco's face.
"Severus, take Ron into the bedroom." Lupin ordered, a slight growl still resonating in his chest.
"Come on, Weasley." Ron didn't stop to ask why Snape was in Lupin's rooms. He didn't want to know. Draco's eyes had traveled to him. The Slytherin's body tensed like an animal watching it's prey. Ron bolted for the bedroom. The door slammed behind him, the lock pulled shut. Then a huge bang hit the door and Ron knew, he just knew, it was Draco.
"What is going on?" Ron asked, his voice high and threaded with fear.
"I'm not at all certain, Mister Weasley." Snape replied, sitting down. Ron remained standing in the middle of the room, his eyes focused on the door. "What I want to know is why Draco attacked Lupin like that."
"I don't know." Ron mumbled. He could hear more banging from the other room. Another screech. "What's wrong with him?"
"I'm not sure I should be the one to tell you." Ron glanced over at the Potions Master.
"Does it have anything to do with Veela?" Ron suddenly asked. In his mind he was repeated the conversation with Draco earlier that night. The one before Draco had... Well, Ron didn't want to think about that part. A howl echoed from the other room.
"How do you know about that?" Snape asked.
"Malfoy told me... Well, he said something about them." Ron replied. There was a loud crash from the living room. "Shouldn't you go help him?"
"Remus can handle Draco." Snape told him. "What did Draco tell you?"
"Something about Veela. I was heading to the kitchens when Crabbe and Goyle attacked me." Ron said softly, his mind blank as he listened to the fight in the other room. "When I awoke I was..."
"You was?" Snape encouraged.
"Chained to Malfoy's bed." Ron whispered. A shiver ran through him. He couldn't identify it's cause. Slowly, he lifted his hand to his neck once more. He heard Snape mutter something, but ignored it. Past the door he could hear another screech, followed by a growl. "What are they doing in there?"
"Remus is trying to get Draco to submit. Normally Draco is extremely submissive around Remus." Snape explained. Ron briefly thought how weird it was to hear the man say Lupin's first name. "I think it had something to do with you, the reason he attacked Remus."
"I don't know why." Ron told him.
"Draco is half-Veela, Mister Weasley." Ron slowly looked over at him, his hand still covering the spot on his neck. "Apparently, you are his mate."
"Bullocks."
"Watch your mouth, Weasley."
"But-"
"Why don't you lay down and get some rest." Snape offered.
"I'm not tired."
"You will lay down and get some rest, Mister Weasley." Was Snape's reply. Ron took one last glance at the door before walking over to the bed. He felt really weird sleeping in Lupin's bed, but the stubborn look he saw Snape give him gave him no choice. Laying down on to the comforter, he rolled away from the door and Snape.
Snape looked up from his book as the door opened. Lupin stepped inside, not shutting the door behind him. The werewolf was panting slightly, scratches covering his neck and cheek. Lupin glanced at Ron's sleeping form before walking over to Snape. Snape made a small gesture and Lupin sat down at his feet, facing him. Lupin watched as Snape pulled out his rarely used wand and began casting healing charms on his wounds.
"What happened?" Snape asked softly, holding his face by the chin as he worked.
"Draco saw me touching Ron. That's the only explanation I can come up with." Lupin said. "He's locked in the bathroom now."
"Ron told me something very interesting before he went to sleep." Snape told him. Lupin raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Snape quickly relayed what Ron had told him, encluding ending up tied to Draco's bed.
"That must of been when he marked him." Lupin commented.
"What?"
"Ron's neck. Did you notice him touching it?" Snape nodded. "He must of marked him. A claim mark is very sensitive when first applied. Even when it's unintentional. Which I have no doubt this was the case."
"I remember what it felt like." Snape replied, taking a second to rub at his left shoulder before returning to his task at hand. "Do you have anymore wounds?"
"We should be thankful Draco is only half-Veela." Lupin sighed and rested his head against Snape's knee. "I don't think I could've fought him off in bird form. The most he could do was claw and screech."
"Yes, there was quite a bit of noise." Snape said, resting his hand on Lupin's shoulder.
"How do you think Ron is going to take this?" Lupin asked softly. "Being attatched for the rest of your life to someone, at this age? Especially to someone you don't like. It's gotta be rough."
"Like you wouldn't know, Lupin." Snape replied.
"That was different. You didn't know." Lupin raised his head to look at Snape's face. "Ron can't be forced into this."
"No, he can't." Snape agreed. "But if he doesn't accept Draco it will kill one of them. You know that Draco will be unable to allow Ron to have anyone else."
"Yes, of course I know that." Lupin sighed. "Come on, let's go into the living room. We can transfigure the couch into a bed."
Ron held his breath until he heard the door close and their voices on the other side of the door. Letting it out, he rolled over and stared at the spot they had been sitting. There was no way he would be sleeping tonight.
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron, Lupin/Snape
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Twelve
The corridor was empty, and Ron was thankful. He was at least two stories above the dungeons, as far away from Draco as he could get in less than five seconds. Leaning against the wall, he took a deep breath. He didn't know what to think. Fear. Shock. Anger. Lust. It was all in his heart and head at that moment. Parts of him growled with anger, fighting not to track the blonde down and beat him up. The small, insecure part of him was slightly happy. Happy that someone finally wanted him.
But right now was not the time to even think about that. Sighing, Ron brought his hand up to touch the patch of neck that Draco had licked. It tingled under his skin, burning slightly as well. Odd. A calm settled over him as he held his palm against him. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back against the wall. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the feeling of Draco on top of him. Followed by a tinge of fear as he remembered how helpless he had been.
"Ron, what are you doing out of bed so late?" A voice interupted his thoughts. Blinking, Ron looked up at Professor Lupin.
"I... Well... Kitchens and then Malfoy... Malfoy..." Ron trailed off, knowing he was making no sense.
"What about Mister Malfoy?" Lupin asked. He watched as Ron rubbed the spot on his neck repeatedly. "Ron, are you okay?"
"Huh?" Ron mumbled. Lupin walked over to him. Reaching up, he grasped Ron's hand and removed it from his neck. Ron struggled a moment, but gave in. Lupin stared at the spot on his neck. There was nothing there. No visible mark, except a few freckles and a mole. Lupin narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Why don't you come with me, Ron." Lupin gently held his hand and began leading him down the hall. Ron followed, unable to think of anything else but how odd the night was getting. Lupin kept glancing back at him as they continued on their way. Ron didn't know why. Lupin was holding onto his hand, and therefore Ron wasn't going anywhere.
They rounded the corner, headed down a flight of stairs. It was then that Ron noticed they were heading back into the dungeons. He desperately wanted to run. The knowledge of what had happened less than twenty minutes ago was fresh in his mind. He didn't want to face Draco. Not now. Not ever. They slowed to a stop and Ron stared at the door before them. Lupin turned to speak to him, but instead stared over his shoulder with a look of shock.
Ron turned, caught a flash of pale blonde hair, before Lupin's hand was suddenly yanked out of his own. A screech filled the air. A sound that no human could make. Ron fell back against the door, watching as Draco tackled Professor Lupin to the ground. Lupin struggled a moment with the smaller boy, before rolling them over and pinning the Slytherin to the ground. Draco snarled, making strange noises in the back of his throat. A steady growl was escaping Lupin.
The door against Ron's back opened with a flourish. Ron fell back, stumbling into the room behind him. A strong hand grabbed his robes, pulling him to his feet. Ron didn't look to see who it was. Instead he watched as Lupin fought to lift Draco off the ground and literally throw him into the room. Draco rolled upright, staring with narrowed eyes at Lupin, who stood in the doorway. Lupin kept his eyes trained on Draco's face.
"Severus, take Ron into the bedroom." Lupin ordered, a slight growl still resonating in his chest.
"Come on, Weasley." Ron didn't stop to ask why Snape was in Lupin's rooms. He didn't want to know. Draco's eyes had traveled to him. The Slytherin's body tensed like an animal watching it's prey. Ron bolted for the bedroom. The door slammed behind him, the lock pulled shut. Then a huge bang hit the door and Ron knew, he just knew, it was Draco.
"What is going on?" Ron asked, his voice high and threaded with fear.
"I'm not at all certain, Mister Weasley." Snape replied, sitting down. Ron remained standing in the middle of the room, his eyes focused on the door. "What I want to know is why Draco attacked Lupin like that."
"I don't know." Ron mumbled. He could hear more banging from the other room. Another screech. "What's wrong with him?"
"I'm not sure I should be the one to tell you." Ron glanced over at the Potions Master.
"Does it have anything to do with Veela?" Ron suddenly asked. In his mind he was repeated the conversation with Draco earlier that night. The one before Draco had... Well, Ron didn't want to think about that part. A howl echoed from the other room.
"How do you know about that?" Snape asked.
"Malfoy told me... Well, he said something about them." Ron replied. There was a loud crash from the living room. "Shouldn't you go help him?"
"Remus can handle Draco." Snape told him. "What did Draco tell you?"
"Something about Veela. I was heading to the kitchens when Crabbe and Goyle attacked me." Ron said softly, his mind blank as he listened to the fight in the other room. "When I awoke I was..."
"You was?" Snape encouraged.
"Chained to Malfoy's bed." Ron whispered. A shiver ran through him. He couldn't identify it's cause. Slowly, he lifted his hand to his neck once more. He heard Snape mutter something, but ignored it. Past the door he could hear another screech, followed by a growl. "What are they doing in there?"
"Remus is trying to get Draco to submit. Normally Draco is extremely submissive around Remus." Snape explained. Ron briefly thought how weird it was to hear the man say Lupin's first name. "I think it had something to do with you, the reason he attacked Remus."
"I don't know why." Ron told him.
"Draco is half-Veela, Mister Weasley." Ron slowly looked over at him, his hand still covering the spot on his neck. "Apparently, you are his mate."
"Bullocks."
"Watch your mouth, Weasley."
"But-"
"Why don't you lay down and get some rest." Snape offered.
"I'm not tired."
"You will lay down and get some rest, Mister Weasley." Was Snape's reply. Ron took one last glance at the door before walking over to the bed. He felt really weird sleeping in Lupin's bed, but the stubborn look he saw Snape give him gave him no choice. Laying down on to the comforter, he rolled away from the door and Snape.
Snape looked up from his book as the door opened. Lupin stepped inside, not shutting the door behind him. The werewolf was panting slightly, scratches covering his neck and cheek. Lupin glanced at Ron's sleeping form before walking over to Snape. Snape made a small gesture and Lupin sat down at his feet, facing him. Lupin watched as Snape pulled out his rarely used wand and began casting healing charms on his wounds.
"What happened?" Snape asked softly, holding his face by the chin as he worked.
"Draco saw me touching Ron. That's the only explanation I can come up with." Lupin said. "He's locked in the bathroom now."
"Ron told me something very interesting before he went to sleep." Snape told him. Lupin raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Snape quickly relayed what Ron had told him, encluding ending up tied to Draco's bed.
"That must of been when he marked him." Lupin commented.
"What?"
"Ron's neck. Did you notice him touching it?" Snape nodded. "He must of marked him. A claim mark is very sensitive when first applied. Even when it's unintentional. Which I have no doubt this was the case."
"I remember what it felt like." Snape replied, taking a second to rub at his left shoulder before returning to his task at hand. "Do you have anymore wounds?"
"We should be thankful Draco is only half-Veela." Lupin sighed and rested his head against Snape's knee. "I don't think I could've fought him off in bird form. The most he could do was claw and screech."
"Yes, there was quite a bit of noise." Snape said, resting his hand on Lupin's shoulder.
"How do you think Ron is going to take this?" Lupin asked softly. "Being attatched for the rest of your life to someone, at this age? Especially to someone you don't like. It's gotta be rough."
"Like you wouldn't know, Lupin." Snape replied.
"That was different. You didn't know." Lupin raised his head to look at Snape's face. "Ron can't be forced into this."
"No, he can't." Snape agreed. "But if he doesn't accept Draco it will kill one of them. You know that Draco will be unable to allow Ron to have anyone else."
"Yes, of course I know that." Lupin sighed. "Come on, let's go into the living room. We can transfigure the couch into a bed."
Ron held his breath until he heard the door close and their voices on the other side of the door. Letting it out, he rolled over and stared at the spot they had been sitting. There was no way he would be sleeping tonight.