Title: Vivica, Chapter Thirteen
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 Thirteen
His neck was hurting. His back, his neck, his hip. Everything. As such, Draco woke up in a very bad mood. When he opened his eyes to see the light grey tile of a tub, confusion flooded his brain. Then the night before came back. "Bloody freakin' hell."
Slowly, he fought his way out of the tub and stood, unstable, staring at the bathroom. He remembered the fight. God, he would never foreget. Looking down he spotted red under his nails. Lupin's blood. An almost satisfied calm came over him, before he squashed it whole. He attacked a teacher. This could, in no way, end well. Taking a deep breath, Draco walked over to the mirror.
His face looked pale and his hair was twisted every which way. To put is bluntly, he looked like crap. Turning to the door, he struggled to hear if anyone else was up. Sniffing slightly, he leaned against the door. Beyond the wood he could smell the slight scent of Lupin and Snape. Shame covered him as he once again remembered how he had lost control. He tried, mentally, to blame it on Ron.
If the boy had not been touching Lupin he never would of reacted like that. The same went for Lupin. But Draco knew the truth. He knew that Lupin had not been sure Ron was marked. He knew that Ron had no clue as to what was going on. How could he? Unless he behaived like a typical Gryffindor and listen in on other conversations. But Ron wasn't that nosey. He could only hope. It was best, after all, to put this behind him. Just forget about the Weasel.
But that was a lot easier to say than do. Even with the thought, Draco's heart constricted. He didn't want to give up the redhead. As annoying as the boy is, as poor and disgraceful to wizardry he was, Draco couldn't help the bond he felt towards him. The Veela in his dream was right, Ron was his mate. His actions last night proved that.
Draco didn't want to leave the bathroom, but there was no way he could spend the rest of his life in there. Turning away from the door, Draco cursed under his breath. Then a sense erupted in his mind. Spining, he watched with wide eyes as the door opened before him. Ron entered the bathroom, his head down. At the sound of Draco's gasp, Ron's eyes lifted and widened in suprise and a hint of fear.
Fear. The smell mingling with Ron's scent sent another wave of shame through him. This was his mate and here he was making him feel uncomfortable. The Veela side of him whimpered as Ron backed out of the room. His human side frowned and cursed his stupidity. If he could, he would turn back time. But Draco didn't think that was a Veela capability.
"Ron?" Draco whisered.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy." Ron snapped before darting out of veiw. Draco took a deep breath, before following him into the living room. Snape was sitting on the couch, while Lupin was no where in site. The Potions Master raised an eyebrow as Ron spun around to glare at Draco.
"Listen to me, Ron." Draco started.
"No! You listen to me." Ron interupted. "I don't belong to you. I don't love you. I don't like you! You sexually assualted me, Malfoy! And then you expect me to come running to you simply becuase your not all that human and I'm your mate? I hate to break it to you, but that's not how things work."
"Oh, like you would know." Draco suddenly snapped, anger coursing through him. Snape rolled his eyes as he watched the teen take a step closer to the redhead. "I'll have you know I'm the best your ever gonna get, Weasley!"
"Your so full of crap, Malfoy!" Ron screamed, stepping even closer. Ron's face was turning redder than his hair by this point. "I don't like you!"
"Yes, you do!" Draco screamed back. "I smell the desire rolling off you, Weasley. You like me. I want you. You are mine. That's the way it is, got it?"
"Desire, my ass." Ron growled.
"Yes, desire. It use to be fear, but it's changing as we speak. It's desire. Fueled by anger, but still desire." Draco's voice dropped to an almost-coo. "You want me, Ron. And I want you. Why fight it?"
"I don't want you." Ron replied, right before closing in that last and final step. Draco breathed deeply and their eyes locked. And Snape watched in shock as the two students grabbed onto each other and began kissing with a passion.
Standing, Snape wasn't sure what to do. With the way they were holding each other, it would only be time before they attempted to find a horiontal surface. Stepping forward, Snape grabbed both of their shoulders. Draco let out a threatening growl, but Snape continued to force them apart. Holding them a few feet away from each other, Snape took a moment to asess the situation.
Ron was panting, the anger still in his eyes. But he was pushing back against Snape's hand, fighting to get closer to Draco. The Slytherin was staring intently at the redhead, barely acknowledging Snape touching him.
"Boys." Snape said cooly. Both raised their eyes to him. "I think it's best Ron return to his dorm, and spend the rest of the weekend there. Draco, you shall remain here until we are certain Ron has vacated the area. Do you understand?"
"Yes, professor." Draco said softly. Snape nodded and released his hold on Ron.
"Still don't like you." Ron muttered before spinning around and leaving the room. Ron closed the door behind him and promptly rested against it. That had been weird, and intense. Ron took a deep breath and started moving toward the Gryffindor Tower.
"I'm not attracted to Malfoy." Ron muttered to himself. "Okay... I am attracted to Malfoy. But I don't love him. Can't love the little git. Who could?" Ron stuffed his hands into his pockets, then started up the stairs and out of the dungeons. "What the hell is Lupin doing in the dungeons, anyway? Oh, no. Ronald Weasley, we do not need to go there. The idea of him and Snape doing... That in the dungeons is a little wrong."
Ron continued his way upward, ignoring the small amount of poeple he saw. "So, let's think about this. Malfoy is a Veela and practically in love with me. I don't love him back... But who's to say I'm not able to? I mean, I could give him a chance. Still, it's Malfoy! The boy who has made Hogwarts nearly a living hell! Okay... Not true. You-Know-Who did that. I'm not ready for this whole mate thing. That's just a little too creepy for my tastes. ...I wonder if Malofy would settle for just a date?"
Ron stopped mid-stride. "I just said that, didn't I?"
"Just said what?" A female voice asked. Ron turned to find Hermione exiting the library, with Harry in tow.
"N-nothing." Ron stuttered.
"Where were you last night?" Harry asked.
"...I ran into Lupin on the way to the kitchens and... Er..." Ron really couldn't come up with anything. He mentally begged for Harry and Hermione to accept his reason. Harry narrowed his eyes in thought. Hermione glanced between the two, rolled her eyes, and tugged on Harry's robe so they could continue their track to the Gryffindor Tower.
"You should be happy you weren't caught by Filch, Ron." Hermione nagged. "Honestly, the risks you two take!"
"Oh, get off it Hermione." Harry literally whined before turning to the Fat Lady. "Moonlit Wanderings."
"Who keeps coming up with our passwords?" Ron asked as the entered the common room.
"You know very well it's the house Prefect who does that, Ron." Hermione replied.
"Been reading too many romance novels again, Hermione?" Ron sniggered at her glare. "Just wondering where you come up with these phrases."
"Honestly!" Was all the teen girl said before twirling around and heading upstairs to her dorm. Harry and Ron shared a look before chuckling under their breath. As he made his way up to his own dorm, Ron thanked his lucky stars that he had friends to get him away from thinking.
"Hey, Ron?"
"Yeah, Harry." Ron looked up from his spot, sprawled across his bed.
"I was... Well... I was just wondering if everything was all right?" Harry scratched the back of his neck and waved the other hand around dramtically. "I mean, with everything that's been happening. I was just wondering if you were doing okay. I know you and Ginny are getting along now, but... Well... You know."
"Yeah." Ron said softly, knowing exactly to what Harry was refering to. He had been at Hogwarts for nearly over three months and had yet to recieve a single letter from his family. "I'm dealing."
"Are you sure?" Harry walked over and sat down next to him on his bed. "I know it must be hard. I just wanted you know that... Er... Well, I'm here for you."
"Harry." Ron smiled. "Have I told you that your the best friend a person could have?"
"Not of recent." Harry returned the smile.
"Do you think that I could tell you something?" Ron suddenly went serious.
"Yeah, of course."
"It's about last night." Ron took a deep breath. "Something happened... And it involves Malfoy."
"What the git do now?" Harry asked, scowling. "You guys didn't get into a fight, did you?"
"No... It's more than that." Ron said softly. He took a cleansing breath. Then, like a watergate that had been opened, Ron told Harry everything. About being tied to Draco's bed. About Snape and Lupin sharing rooms. About Draco attacking Lupin. Even the kiss they had shared that morning. When the last sentence was spoken, Ron found he had shut his eyes, in fear of the look on his friend's face.
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 Thirteen
His neck was hurting. His back, his neck, his hip. Everything. As such, Draco woke up in a very bad mood. When he opened his eyes to see the light grey tile of a tub, confusion flooded his brain. Then the night before came back. "Bloody freakin' hell."
Slowly, he fought his way out of the tub and stood, unstable, staring at the bathroom. He remembered the fight. God, he would never foreget. Looking down he spotted red under his nails. Lupin's blood. An almost satisfied calm came over him, before he squashed it whole. He attacked a teacher. This could, in no way, end well. Taking a deep breath, Draco walked over to the mirror.
His face looked pale and his hair was twisted every which way. To put is bluntly, he looked like crap. Turning to the door, he struggled to hear if anyone else was up. Sniffing slightly, he leaned against the door. Beyond the wood he could smell the slight scent of Lupin and Snape. Shame covered him as he once again remembered how he had lost control. He tried, mentally, to blame it on Ron.
If the boy had not been touching Lupin he never would of reacted like that. The same went for Lupin. But Draco knew the truth. He knew that Lupin had not been sure Ron was marked. He knew that Ron had no clue as to what was going on. How could he? Unless he behaived like a typical Gryffindor and listen in on other conversations. But Ron wasn't that nosey. He could only hope. It was best, after all, to put this behind him. Just forget about the Weasel.
But that was a lot easier to say than do. Even with the thought, Draco's heart constricted. He didn't want to give up the redhead. As annoying as the boy is, as poor and disgraceful to wizardry he was, Draco couldn't help the bond he felt towards him. The Veela in his dream was right, Ron was his mate. His actions last night proved that.
Draco didn't want to leave the bathroom, but there was no way he could spend the rest of his life in there. Turning away from the door, Draco cursed under his breath. Then a sense erupted in his mind. Spining, he watched with wide eyes as the door opened before him. Ron entered the bathroom, his head down. At the sound of Draco's gasp, Ron's eyes lifted and widened in suprise and a hint of fear.
Fear. The smell mingling with Ron's scent sent another wave of shame through him. This was his mate and here he was making him feel uncomfortable. The Veela side of him whimpered as Ron backed out of the room. His human side frowned and cursed his stupidity. If he could, he would turn back time. But Draco didn't think that was a Veela capability.
"Ron?" Draco whisered.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy." Ron snapped before darting out of veiw. Draco took a deep breath, before following him into the living room. Snape was sitting on the couch, while Lupin was no where in site. The Potions Master raised an eyebrow as Ron spun around to glare at Draco.
"Listen to me, Ron." Draco started.
"No! You listen to me." Ron interupted. "I don't belong to you. I don't love you. I don't like you! You sexually assualted me, Malfoy! And then you expect me to come running to you simply becuase your not all that human and I'm your mate? I hate to break it to you, but that's not how things work."
"Oh, like you would know." Draco suddenly snapped, anger coursing through him. Snape rolled his eyes as he watched the teen take a step closer to the redhead. "I'll have you know I'm the best your ever gonna get, Weasley!"
"Your so full of crap, Malfoy!" Ron screamed, stepping even closer. Ron's face was turning redder than his hair by this point. "I don't like you!"
"Yes, you do!" Draco screamed back. "I smell the desire rolling off you, Weasley. You like me. I want you. You are mine. That's the way it is, got it?"
"Desire, my ass." Ron growled.
"Yes, desire. It use to be fear, but it's changing as we speak. It's desire. Fueled by anger, but still desire." Draco's voice dropped to an almost-coo. "You want me, Ron. And I want you. Why fight it?"
"I don't want you." Ron replied, right before closing in that last and final step. Draco breathed deeply and their eyes locked. And Snape watched in shock as the two students grabbed onto each other and began kissing with a passion.
Standing, Snape wasn't sure what to do. With the way they were holding each other, it would only be time before they attempted to find a horiontal surface. Stepping forward, Snape grabbed both of their shoulders. Draco let out a threatening growl, but Snape continued to force them apart. Holding them a few feet away from each other, Snape took a moment to asess the situation.
Ron was panting, the anger still in his eyes. But he was pushing back against Snape's hand, fighting to get closer to Draco. The Slytherin was staring intently at the redhead, barely acknowledging Snape touching him.
"Boys." Snape said cooly. Both raised their eyes to him. "I think it's best Ron return to his dorm, and spend the rest of the weekend there. Draco, you shall remain here until we are certain Ron has vacated the area. Do you understand?"
"Yes, professor." Draco said softly. Snape nodded and released his hold on Ron.
"Still don't like you." Ron muttered before spinning around and leaving the room. Ron closed the door behind him and promptly rested against it. That had been weird, and intense. Ron took a deep breath and started moving toward the Gryffindor Tower.
"I'm not attracted to Malfoy." Ron muttered to himself. "Okay... I am attracted to Malfoy. But I don't love him. Can't love the little git. Who could?" Ron stuffed his hands into his pockets, then started up the stairs and out of the dungeons. "What the hell is Lupin doing in the dungeons, anyway? Oh, no. Ronald Weasley, we do not need to go there. The idea of him and Snape doing... That in the dungeons is a little wrong."
Ron continued his way upward, ignoring the small amount of poeple he saw. "So, let's think about this. Malfoy is a Veela and practically in love with me. I don't love him back... But who's to say I'm not able to? I mean, I could give him a chance. Still, it's Malfoy! The boy who has made Hogwarts nearly a living hell! Okay... Not true. You-Know-Who did that. I'm not ready for this whole mate thing. That's just a little too creepy for my tastes. ...I wonder if Malofy would settle for just a date?"
Ron stopped mid-stride. "I just said that, didn't I?"
"Just said what?" A female voice asked. Ron turned to find Hermione exiting the library, with Harry in tow.
"N-nothing." Ron stuttered.
"Where were you last night?" Harry asked.
"...I ran into Lupin on the way to the kitchens and... Er..." Ron really couldn't come up with anything. He mentally begged for Harry and Hermione to accept his reason. Harry narrowed his eyes in thought. Hermione glanced between the two, rolled her eyes, and tugged on Harry's robe so they could continue their track to the Gryffindor Tower.
"You should be happy you weren't caught by Filch, Ron." Hermione nagged. "Honestly, the risks you two take!"
"Oh, get off it Hermione." Harry literally whined before turning to the Fat Lady. "Moonlit Wanderings."
"Who keeps coming up with our passwords?" Ron asked as the entered the common room.
"You know very well it's the house Prefect who does that, Ron." Hermione replied.
"Been reading too many romance novels again, Hermione?" Ron sniggered at her glare. "Just wondering where you come up with these phrases."
"Honestly!" Was all the teen girl said before twirling around and heading upstairs to her dorm. Harry and Ron shared a look before chuckling under their breath. As he made his way up to his own dorm, Ron thanked his lucky stars that he had friends to get him away from thinking.
"Hey, Ron?"
"Yeah, Harry." Ron looked up from his spot, sprawled across his bed.
"I was... Well... I was just wondering if everything was all right?" Harry scratched the back of his neck and waved the other hand around dramtically. "I mean, with everything that's been happening. I was just wondering if you were doing okay. I know you and Ginny are getting along now, but... Well... You know."
"Yeah." Ron said softly, knowing exactly to what Harry was refering to. He had been at Hogwarts for nearly over three months and had yet to recieve a single letter from his family. "I'm dealing."
"Are you sure?" Harry walked over and sat down next to him on his bed. "I know it must be hard. I just wanted you know that... Er... Well, I'm here for you."
"Harry." Ron smiled. "Have I told you that your the best friend a person could have?"
"Not of recent." Harry returned the smile.
"Do you think that I could tell you something?" Ron suddenly went serious.
"Yeah, of course."
"It's about last night." Ron took a deep breath. "Something happened... And it involves Malfoy."
"What the git do now?" Harry asked, scowling. "You guys didn't get into a fight, did you?"
"No... It's more than that." Ron said softly. He took a cleansing breath. Then, like a watergate that had been opened, Ron told Harry everything. About being tied to Draco's bed. About Snape and Lupin sharing rooms. About Draco attacking Lupin. Even the kiss they had shared that morning. When the last sentence was spoken, Ron found he had shut his eyes, in fear of the look on his friend's face.