Ron sat down edgily upon the seat nearest the window. Harry came in and sat
opposite him, politely.
"So," Harry prompted, looking through the door and watching his husband go up the huge marble stairs.
"Well, you see, it's about ." Ron started, feeling very foolish. "Well, you know, 'Mione is head of the ministry now," Ron cringed, knowing, mentioning that was probably the best thing ever. "Since you, ya know, killed You-Know Who-"
"Ron, he's been bloody dead for about twelve years now. You can say his bloody name," Harry sighed. Ron went bright red and looked at the floor.
"Well, you see, somebody has decided to, ah well, how do I say this? They want to take his place, so to speak." Ron paused as Harry had slumped back into his chair with his hand over his face. "Er, Harry?" Ron gulped, right before Harry stood up and exploded.
"LET ME FUCKING GUESS!" he bellowed to the air around him. " THEY WANT ME TO GO OUT RISK MY LIFE AND KILL THEM AGAIN, JUST BECAUSE I KILLED FUCKING VOLDEMORT?!" Harry was seething, pacing up and down the living room, hitting his fist into his hand, and occasionally the sofa.
"Well, Hermio-" Ron started cautiously.
"YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING GET ANY OF THIS DO YOU? BESIDES YOU AND HER COULDN'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT IF I WAS ALIVE, OR FUCKING DEAD!" Harry screamed to Ron's face. "IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, SHE DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING MAKE SURE I WAS ALL RIGHT AFTER I CAME BACK! THE FIRST THING SHE ASKED WAS 'IS HE DEAD?' FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
Ron shrunk into the chair. Harry was inches from his face, when suddenly there were arms around Harry and Harry was moving away. Ron took the situation in and saw Draco turning Harry around and whispering in his ears. Harry's hands where still balled into fists. Ron opened his mouth to thank Draco but shut up as soon as he saw the death glare the blonde was throwing at him.
"Harry, I came to emphasise the importance of the letters the Ministry have been sending you," Ron said with a feigned professionalism. Draco was still shooting daggers at him, but what was more worrying to Ron was that Harry had turned around and was giving him a cold stare.
"They want me to be Headmaster of Hogwarts," he confirmed dryly, his hand clenching Draco's. Draco flinched inwardly but remained calm, knowing that his husband needed it right now - and for Harry, he could live with some pain. "Give me one good reason," Harry said ironically,
Ron took a deep breath. He hadn't wanted to do this, but he feared it was the only way. "Because you're daughter is at Hogwarts."
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Quote (From a nice girl **cough, cough** called Hyacinth **giggle** who reviewed)- OK. You have a DAUGHTER?!?!?!?! You are an adult yet you spend your free time writing crappy fanfics. Have you no shame? You're an adult who can't spell, use grammar, or write. Sayonara, sucker. - End Quote.
I wanna clear something up right now, I'm not an adult - for any of you thinking otherwise, I'm 15!
Anyway....(...there you have it! A plot ** gasps, then stares at it, pokes at it a bit, then shrugs** maybe somebody who's had one before could advise me what to do with it??
To the reviewers: YOU ROCK - you get me motivated to write this, even now, after I've so pathetically failed my mathematics exam! You always cheer me up :D
Also any idea's you have are totally welcome..(
Akasha xxxxxx
"So," Harry prompted, looking through the door and watching his husband go up the huge marble stairs.
"Well, you see, it's about ." Ron started, feeling very foolish. "Well, you know, 'Mione is head of the ministry now," Ron cringed, knowing, mentioning that was probably the best thing ever. "Since you, ya know, killed You-Know Who-"
"Ron, he's been bloody dead for about twelve years now. You can say his bloody name," Harry sighed. Ron went bright red and looked at the floor.
"Well, you see, somebody has decided to, ah well, how do I say this? They want to take his place, so to speak." Ron paused as Harry had slumped back into his chair with his hand over his face. "Er, Harry?" Ron gulped, right before Harry stood up and exploded.
"LET ME FUCKING GUESS!" he bellowed to the air around him. " THEY WANT ME TO GO OUT RISK MY LIFE AND KILL THEM AGAIN, JUST BECAUSE I KILLED FUCKING VOLDEMORT?!" Harry was seething, pacing up and down the living room, hitting his fist into his hand, and occasionally the sofa.
"Well, Hermio-" Ron started cautiously.
"YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING GET ANY OF THIS DO YOU? BESIDES YOU AND HER COULDN'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT IF I WAS ALIVE, OR FUCKING DEAD!" Harry screamed to Ron's face. "IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, SHE DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING MAKE SURE I WAS ALL RIGHT AFTER I CAME BACK! THE FIRST THING SHE ASKED WAS 'IS HE DEAD?' FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
Ron shrunk into the chair. Harry was inches from his face, when suddenly there were arms around Harry and Harry was moving away. Ron took the situation in and saw Draco turning Harry around and whispering in his ears. Harry's hands where still balled into fists. Ron opened his mouth to thank Draco but shut up as soon as he saw the death glare the blonde was throwing at him.
"Harry, I came to emphasise the importance of the letters the Ministry have been sending you," Ron said with a feigned professionalism. Draco was still shooting daggers at him, but what was more worrying to Ron was that Harry had turned around and was giving him a cold stare.
"They want me to be Headmaster of Hogwarts," he confirmed dryly, his hand clenching Draco's. Draco flinched inwardly but remained calm, knowing that his husband needed it right now - and for Harry, he could live with some pain. "Give me one good reason," Harry said ironically,
Ron took a deep breath. He hadn't wanted to do this, but he feared it was the only way. "Because you're daughter is at Hogwarts."
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Quote (From a nice girl **cough, cough** called Hyacinth **giggle** who reviewed)- OK. You have a DAUGHTER?!?!?!?! You are an adult yet you spend your free time writing crappy fanfics. Have you no shame? You're an adult who can't spell, use grammar, or write. Sayonara, sucker. - End Quote.
I wanna clear something up right now, I'm not an adult - for any of you thinking otherwise, I'm 15!
Anyway....(...there you have it! A plot ** gasps, then stares at it, pokes at it a bit, then shrugs** maybe somebody who's had one before could advise me what to do with it??
To the reviewers: YOU ROCK - you get me motivated to write this, even now, after I've so pathetically failed my mathematics exam! You always cheer me up :D
Also any idea's you have are totally welcome..(
Akasha xxxxxx