Title: Vivica, Chapter Fourteen
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.
Author Note: this chapter contains BadAss!Harry! oooo, he needs some leather pants.
Chapter Fourteen
Ron slowly opened his eyes and was faced with nothing. Standing, Ron's eyes darted around the room. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Running, Ron made his way down to the common room, only to find Ginny staring at the door with a frown. "Ginny! Have you seen Harry?"
"Yeah, he ran past me a second ago." Ginny shook her head. "He looked pissed. Didn't even acknowledge me."
"Bloody hell."
Down in the dungeons, Draco was finally free of Snape's wrath. Well, not so much wrath as a long lecture in social behaivor. Draco was starting to think Snape was worse than his father when it came to hounding him about being proper. Draco paused in his walk and shook his head. No, no one was worse than his father. Sighing, Draco turned to mkae his way to his own dorms. He couldn't help the bliss that filled him. He had actually got to kiss Ron Weasley. And all that passion and anger the redhead was capable of seemed to be focused into the touch of his lips. It was heaven.
Despite the natural instincts embedded into his brain by Veela blood, Draco at times became rather un-observant. Now was one of those times. He didn't notice Harry Potter literally stalking up behind him. It was much too late when he heard the sound of footsteps. Turning around, he was met with a fist placed directly into his left eye. Staggering, he fell back in shock.
Harry immediately leapt on top of him and began pounding into his flesh. Draco could barely think, let alone gather enough energy to push the Gryffindor off him. Finally, a sudden boost of anger soared through him and he kicked Harry off of him. He struggled to his feet, only to be grabbed by his shirt and pinned to the wall. Harry stared at him, eye to eye.
"I heard what you did to Ron." Harry growled.
"What's it to you, Potter?" Draco spit back.
"You stay away from him, Malfoy." Harry narrowed his green eyes. "I will not allow you to hurt him."
"What makes you think I'm going to hurt your little pet, hmm?" Draco sneered. Antoher fist connected with his eye. Groaning, Draco let his head drop back against the wall.
"You chaining him to your bed rather gave it off, Malfoy." Harry whispered fiercely. "I don't allow my friends to get hurt, not by the likes of you."
"I'm not going to bloody hurt him, you idiot." Draco replied. "You have no idea what's going on. Ron doesn't even truly get it. You can't protect him from me, because I'm not going to hurt him. I can't hurt him."
"The day I believe you, Malfoy, is the day Voldemort tries not to kill me." Harry shoved Draco once more against the wall, before releasing him. He watched Draco slump slightly to the floor, blood dripping from his nose. "Touch him again and you'll know why the Dark Lord can't get rid of me."
Draco watched in shock and with blurry vision as Harry spun around, his robes billowing. Draco gingerly touched his nose as Harry dissapeared from veiw. "Bloody wanker."
"Harry! Where the hell have you been?" Ron litereally screeched when Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower. The redhead ran over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Don't you ever do that! Running off when I'm telling you something important. I thought you were mad at me!"
"Why would I be mad at you?" Harry asked.
"Well, you know... Because of the things this morning..." Ron trailed off. Harry smiled slightly before grabbing Ron's shoulder and escorting him back to their empty dorm room. "Harry? Where did you go?"
"No where important." Harry replied, sitting down on his bed. "Look, I wasn't mad at you. I was mad a Malfoy. You kissing him this morning was not your fault. Malfoy probably did something. Besides, I know you when your angry. You can't control your actions very well. Malfoy was taking advantage of you."
"Er." Ron grunted, falling back onto his bed. "I think you missed the big picture, Harry. Malfoy is a Veela. He thinks I'm his mate."
"He'll just find another one." Harry replied.
"I don't think it works like that." Ron said softly.
"Come on, Ron." Harry said. "This is just like the thing with Fleur."
"No, it's not." Ron sat up. "Sure, I'm a little attracted to Draco. But, come on, Harry! Look at the prat. If you liked guys you'd be attracted to him, too."
"I highly doubt it." Harry scowled.
"Just... Listen, okay?" Ron sighed dramatically. "This whole Veela thing is real. Lupin believes it, Harry! Why would he lie about something like that?"
"How could Malfoy think of you as his mate?" Harry said, still frowning.
"What is going on here?" Hermione interupted them. They turned to find her standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips. "I know I've been spending a lot of time studying, but how could I miss this much? Honestly, what's going on? Malfoy is a Veela? Ron's his mate? When did the world turn upside down?"
"Ummm.... This summer, I think." Ron replied.
"Okay, tell me everything." Hermione walked over and sat next to Ron. "Spill."
"Err.." Ron shared a look with Harry before conversing everything to Hermione. Hermione's eyes got really wide with shock at certain parts, but by the end of it all her face had resumed thoughtfulness.
"I honestly don't think Draco is going to go near Ron again." Harry said. Hermione narrowed her eyes, focusing in the slight glint she saw in his eyes. "What?"
"What did you do to him?" Hermione asked.
"Ummm..."
"Harry James Potter, you did not warn off Malfoy, did you?" Hermione shook her head and stood up. "I'm going to the library. I'm going to look up everything on Veelas, then I'm coming back here and we are all going to have a long chat. Understand, Harry?"
"Yes, Hermione." Harry dropped his head. He waited until she was out of the room before turning back to Ron. "Is it just me, or is she in need of a vacation?"
"I can not believe you!" Ron yelled, standing and glaring down at his best friend. "Do you realize what you've done? Lupin said that Draco would kill someone in order to keep me from anyone but him. Draco's going to place you at the top of his list now!"
"Why are you calling him Draco?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. Just... Harry? Don't do me anymore favours." Ron turned to walk away.
"Why are you defending him?" Harry grabbed Ron by the elbow and spun him around. "Did he put you under some sort of spell? What is going on here?"
"I'm not defending Draco."
"Stop calling him Draco!"
"Harry, calm down." Ron hissed. Harry closed his eyes, not removing his hand from Ron's arm. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."
"I am not jealous of that Malfoy brat." Harry said through gritted teeth. "I just don't understand what's going on, okay? This is not the normal order of things."
"No, it's not." Ron's voice suddenly became calm. "But did we really expect things to stay the same?"
"Yes."
"Liar." Ron smiled slightly. "You want to know why I'm enjoying this more than I should? Becasue I am finally the center of something that no else is. This is all about me. Call is selfish, I don't care. But with Dra- ...Malfoy, I'm not second best. Well, except maybe to himself. He's still an annoying little git. But it's nice. To have someone focus on me."
"Focus on you instead of me, you mean?" Harry raised his eyes. "I suppose at some level I can understand..."
"Thanks, Harry."
"But Malfoy?" Harry whined.
"Did you really 'warn him off', like Hermione said?" Ron asked. Harry mumbled under his breath. "I'm sorry, didn't catch that."
"I gave him a bloody nose and black eye." Harry sighed. He watched the look on Ron's face carefully, but smiled when Ron burst into laughter. "I thought you'd be mad."
"Nah. I might be considering getting to know the bugger, but right now I still dislike him." Ron wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders. "Now, what do you say we intercept Hermione on her way to the library? All that studying can not be good for a person."
"Do you think that's safe?" Harry asked.
Draco watched as Hermione shifted through every book with the topic of Veela inside. Narrowing his eyes, he fought back the wave of pain the movement caused and hid behind the nearest book pile. The bushy-haired witch muttered to herself as she turned page after page, reading at lightning speed. Focusing, Draco could hear her as clearly as though he was right next to her.
"Boys, honestly. Don't even stop to think about what they are doing." Hermione shook her head. "I can not believe Harry did that to Malfoy. I may not like him, but Harry could at least over look the situation before acting. Sometimes I wonder if the Sorting Hat didn't put me into Gryffindor just to keep him in check."
Draco couldn't help the chuckle that her statement created. He fought to keep himself in check, but he was in such desperate need of something to laugh about he couldn't stop himself. That is, until the books hiding his position were pushed to the side and he came face to face with an annoyed Hermione Granger.
"Want something, Malfoy?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Does it look like I want to talk to the likes of you, Granger?" Draco glared.
"What happened to your face?" Hermione frowned, looking at the badly bruised eye and busted nose.
"Ask your little Potty." Draco growled, turning away.
"You mean he hit you, too!" Hermione gasped, then glared off into space. "I swear, Gryffindor boys are such a handfull."
"Tell me about it." Draco grumbled. He turned back to Hermione and watched as she walked back to her books and continued her research. He felt the oddest need to continue their conversation. Maybe it was his female-Veela side wanting companionship, he didn't know. Nor did he care. Draco Malfoy was not one to ask why he wanted something, he just took it. Ron being the only exception thus far, of course. "So... What are you looking at?"
"I'm research Veelas." Hermione told him calmly as she scribbled information onto a piece of parchment.
"Why?" Draco walked over to her and peered over her shoulder. She stiffened slightly, but continued her research.
"Because apparently Ron and Harry are under the impression that you are not only a Veela, but after Ron as well." Hermione looked up at him and smirked at his look of shock. "Ron told us about what happened."
"Bloody hell. And like a good Gryffindor, you two jump to his aide." Draco went and slumped into a nearby chair.
"Yes, well, unlike Harry, I prefer to use my brain." Hermione scowled.
"That boy never uses his brain. Saint Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World. Not much a saviour if he jumps to conclusions like he does." Draco picked up one of the books and began shifting through it. "It's not like I'm going to attack Weasley or anything."
"I'm certain you won't." Hermione said absentmindedly.
"I never thought I'd say this, but I rather like you Granger. Even if your a mudblood." Draco sneered at Hermione's glare. "You do have a certain wit to you. I've been hoping you'd use it against Potter, but my hope appears to be fruitless."
"I get revenge on Harry in other ways."
"I'm sure you do, Granger." Draco leered. "I'm sure you do."
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.
Author Note: this chapter contains BadAss!Harry! oooo, he needs some leather pants.
Chapter Fourteen
Ron slowly opened his eyes and was faced with nothing. Standing, Ron's eyes darted around the room. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Running, Ron made his way down to the common room, only to find Ginny staring at the door with a frown. "Ginny! Have you seen Harry?"
"Yeah, he ran past me a second ago." Ginny shook her head. "He looked pissed. Didn't even acknowledge me."
"Bloody hell."
Down in the dungeons, Draco was finally free of Snape's wrath. Well, not so much wrath as a long lecture in social behaivor. Draco was starting to think Snape was worse than his father when it came to hounding him about being proper. Draco paused in his walk and shook his head. No, no one was worse than his father. Sighing, Draco turned to mkae his way to his own dorms. He couldn't help the bliss that filled him. He had actually got to kiss Ron Weasley. And all that passion and anger the redhead was capable of seemed to be focused into the touch of his lips. It was heaven.
Despite the natural instincts embedded into his brain by Veela blood, Draco at times became rather un-observant. Now was one of those times. He didn't notice Harry Potter literally stalking up behind him. It was much too late when he heard the sound of footsteps. Turning around, he was met with a fist placed directly into his left eye. Staggering, he fell back in shock.
Harry immediately leapt on top of him and began pounding into his flesh. Draco could barely think, let alone gather enough energy to push the Gryffindor off him. Finally, a sudden boost of anger soared through him and he kicked Harry off of him. He struggled to his feet, only to be grabbed by his shirt and pinned to the wall. Harry stared at him, eye to eye.
"I heard what you did to Ron." Harry growled.
"What's it to you, Potter?" Draco spit back.
"You stay away from him, Malfoy." Harry narrowed his green eyes. "I will not allow you to hurt him."
"What makes you think I'm going to hurt your little pet, hmm?" Draco sneered. Antoher fist connected with his eye. Groaning, Draco let his head drop back against the wall.
"You chaining him to your bed rather gave it off, Malfoy." Harry whispered fiercely. "I don't allow my friends to get hurt, not by the likes of you."
"I'm not going to bloody hurt him, you idiot." Draco replied. "You have no idea what's going on. Ron doesn't even truly get it. You can't protect him from me, because I'm not going to hurt him. I can't hurt him."
"The day I believe you, Malfoy, is the day Voldemort tries not to kill me." Harry shoved Draco once more against the wall, before releasing him. He watched Draco slump slightly to the floor, blood dripping from his nose. "Touch him again and you'll know why the Dark Lord can't get rid of me."
Draco watched in shock and with blurry vision as Harry spun around, his robes billowing. Draco gingerly touched his nose as Harry dissapeared from veiw. "Bloody wanker."
"Harry! Where the hell have you been?" Ron litereally screeched when Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower. The redhead ran over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Don't you ever do that! Running off when I'm telling you something important. I thought you were mad at me!"
"Why would I be mad at you?" Harry asked.
"Well, you know... Because of the things this morning..." Ron trailed off. Harry smiled slightly before grabbing Ron's shoulder and escorting him back to their empty dorm room. "Harry? Where did you go?"
"No where important." Harry replied, sitting down on his bed. "Look, I wasn't mad at you. I was mad a Malfoy. You kissing him this morning was not your fault. Malfoy probably did something. Besides, I know you when your angry. You can't control your actions very well. Malfoy was taking advantage of you."
"Er." Ron grunted, falling back onto his bed. "I think you missed the big picture, Harry. Malfoy is a Veela. He thinks I'm his mate."
"He'll just find another one." Harry replied.
"I don't think it works like that." Ron said softly.
"Come on, Ron." Harry said. "This is just like the thing with Fleur."
"No, it's not." Ron sat up. "Sure, I'm a little attracted to Draco. But, come on, Harry! Look at the prat. If you liked guys you'd be attracted to him, too."
"I highly doubt it." Harry scowled.
"Just... Listen, okay?" Ron sighed dramatically. "This whole Veela thing is real. Lupin believes it, Harry! Why would he lie about something like that?"
"How could Malfoy think of you as his mate?" Harry said, still frowning.
"What is going on here?" Hermione interupted them. They turned to find her standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips. "I know I've been spending a lot of time studying, but how could I miss this much? Honestly, what's going on? Malfoy is a Veela? Ron's his mate? When did the world turn upside down?"
"Ummm.... This summer, I think." Ron replied.
"Okay, tell me everything." Hermione walked over and sat next to Ron. "Spill."
"Err.." Ron shared a look with Harry before conversing everything to Hermione. Hermione's eyes got really wide with shock at certain parts, but by the end of it all her face had resumed thoughtfulness.
"I honestly don't think Draco is going to go near Ron again." Harry said. Hermione narrowed her eyes, focusing in the slight glint she saw in his eyes. "What?"
"What did you do to him?" Hermione asked.
"Ummm..."
"Harry James Potter, you did not warn off Malfoy, did you?" Hermione shook her head and stood up. "I'm going to the library. I'm going to look up everything on Veelas, then I'm coming back here and we are all going to have a long chat. Understand, Harry?"
"Yes, Hermione." Harry dropped his head. He waited until she was out of the room before turning back to Ron. "Is it just me, or is she in need of a vacation?"
"I can not believe you!" Ron yelled, standing and glaring down at his best friend. "Do you realize what you've done? Lupin said that Draco would kill someone in order to keep me from anyone but him. Draco's going to place you at the top of his list now!"
"Why are you calling him Draco?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. Just... Harry? Don't do me anymore favours." Ron turned to walk away.
"Why are you defending him?" Harry grabbed Ron by the elbow and spun him around. "Did he put you under some sort of spell? What is going on here?"
"I'm not defending Draco."
"Stop calling him Draco!"
"Harry, calm down." Ron hissed. Harry closed his eyes, not removing his hand from Ron's arm. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."
"I am not jealous of that Malfoy brat." Harry said through gritted teeth. "I just don't understand what's going on, okay? This is not the normal order of things."
"No, it's not." Ron's voice suddenly became calm. "But did we really expect things to stay the same?"
"Yes."
"Liar." Ron smiled slightly. "You want to know why I'm enjoying this more than I should? Becasue I am finally the center of something that no else is. This is all about me. Call is selfish, I don't care. But with Dra- ...Malfoy, I'm not second best. Well, except maybe to himself. He's still an annoying little git. But it's nice. To have someone focus on me."
"Focus on you instead of me, you mean?" Harry raised his eyes. "I suppose at some level I can understand..."
"Thanks, Harry."
"But Malfoy?" Harry whined.
"Did you really 'warn him off', like Hermione said?" Ron asked. Harry mumbled under his breath. "I'm sorry, didn't catch that."
"I gave him a bloody nose and black eye." Harry sighed. He watched the look on Ron's face carefully, but smiled when Ron burst into laughter. "I thought you'd be mad."
"Nah. I might be considering getting to know the bugger, but right now I still dislike him." Ron wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders. "Now, what do you say we intercept Hermione on her way to the library? All that studying can not be good for a person."
"Do you think that's safe?" Harry asked.
Draco watched as Hermione shifted through every book with the topic of Veela inside. Narrowing his eyes, he fought back the wave of pain the movement caused and hid behind the nearest book pile. The bushy-haired witch muttered to herself as she turned page after page, reading at lightning speed. Focusing, Draco could hear her as clearly as though he was right next to her.
"Boys, honestly. Don't even stop to think about what they are doing." Hermione shook her head. "I can not believe Harry did that to Malfoy. I may not like him, but Harry could at least over look the situation before acting. Sometimes I wonder if the Sorting Hat didn't put me into Gryffindor just to keep him in check."
Draco couldn't help the chuckle that her statement created. He fought to keep himself in check, but he was in such desperate need of something to laugh about he couldn't stop himself. That is, until the books hiding his position were pushed to the side and he came face to face with an annoyed Hermione Granger.
"Want something, Malfoy?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Does it look like I want to talk to the likes of you, Granger?" Draco glared.
"What happened to your face?" Hermione frowned, looking at the badly bruised eye and busted nose.
"Ask your little Potty." Draco growled, turning away.
"You mean he hit you, too!" Hermione gasped, then glared off into space. "I swear, Gryffindor boys are such a handfull."
"Tell me about it." Draco grumbled. He turned back to Hermione and watched as she walked back to her books and continued her research. He felt the oddest need to continue their conversation. Maybe it was his female-Veela side wanting companionship, he didn't know. Nor did he care. Draco Malfoy was not one to ask why he wanted something, he just took it. Ron being the only exception thus far, of course. "So... What are you looking at?"
"I'm research Veelas." Hermione told him calmly as she scribbled information onto a piece of parchment.
"Why?" Draco walked over to her and peered over her shoulder. She stiffened slightly, but continued her research.
"Because apparently Ron and Harry are under the impression that you are not only a Veela, but after Ron as well." Hermione looked up at him and smirked at his look of shock. "Ron told us about what happened."
"Bloody hell. And like a good Gryffindor, you two jump to his aide." Draco went and slumped into a nearby chair.
"Yes, well, unlike Harry, I prefer to use my brain." Hermione scowled.
"That boy never uses his brain. Saint Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World. Not much a saviour if he jumps to conclusions like he does." Draco picked up one of the books and began shifting through it. "It's not like I'm going to attack Weasley or anything."
"I'm certain you won't." Hermione said absentmindedly.
"I never thought I'd say this, but I rather like you Granger. Even if your a mudblood." Draco sneered at Hermione's glare. "You do have a certain wit to you. I've been hoping you'd use it against Potter, but my hope appears to be fruitless."
"I get revenge on Harry in other ways."
"I'm sure you do, Granger." Draco leered. "I'm sure you do."