AN: thank you for your reviews! I really, really appreciated them! ^^ Yes,
Voldemort IS the special fund person of Blood Fest. Connects, right?
Power!! . Anyway, for Spider who asked why Harry and Draco didn't recognize
each other, well, the reason is because they don't go to school with each
other. As I said, this is AU. So. . . this may come to be a disappointment,
but school is regular for Ronny-kins and Harry-poo. O.o (I never said
that.) Draco, unfortunately, does not appear in anything school related as
of yet. Possibly he will, but I'm not entirely sure if that will go with
the story. Maybe, maybe not. We'll see.
But anyway, thank you for all of those who reviewed! I was half awake/half asleep when I wrote that! (I still kinda am. . . Oo stupid test. . .) But thanks a bunch anyway! I was wondering if anyone has read my other DM-HP fic: Rusty Cage. Maybe? If not, that's okay, but I was just wondering if anyone saw the notice at the very end that says I'm making an online comic version of it. If not, please look.
. . . Moving on! BF should be put on a regular updating schedule. (I hope.) If I can put myself on a schedule of at least one chapter every week (or so), writing a good amount each time, then there shouldn't be a problem in me slacking off. (Again, I hope.)
So, if I'm done giving my announcements, let's continue!
~Blood Fest~ Chapter Two
A fine brown brow lifted as matching mouse-brown eyes followed a certain blonde make his way toward his usual corner on the floor. "You are such a wonder, Draco Malfoy. . ."
With a small laugh a girl with curly brown hair made her way toward the blonde, the boy male himself unaware of her approach until she was standing in his line of vision.
"Granger, what do you want?"
Hermione Granger smirked. "You should be careful of what you look at, Malfoy."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, don't be evasive. I saw that play you did with the black-haired one. And don't tell you didn't do such a thing because I'm not blind. I can see."
"I never said you didn't."
"Then?"
"Then, what?"
Hermione frowned and pointed a finger at the male. "You know your father, Malfoy. You better watch whom you're toying with. You well know the consequences."
Draco crossed his arms, frowning right back at the girl. "Of course I know what my father is like-don't think I don't. But what I want to know is: what's your point? I know what I'm doing-I know what I'm 'toying' with-and I know what cards I play in this."
"As do I. I merely warn you, Malfoy, for you and I both know what lies before us if we are caught in some nonsense, being punished for something so petty. Got it?"
When Draco nodded, Hermione walked away, leaving him in peace of her rants and warnings. As he had told her, he knew what he was doing and what the consequences were of each choice he made. Though it was a gamble each time, he was still willing to make the risk. The boy, he admit, was a special case. To say his liked the boy was hardy anything to say at all.
And speaking of which. . . Draco turned his attention back toward the bar where he saw Harry and his red-haired friend converse and associate with two others at the bar. With a smile, he crept his way along the wall a little closer toward the group.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, it's my first time here. You?"
"Nah, Dean and I have been here a few times."
"Really?"
"Yup. In fact, we saw your friend here one time."
Harry lifted a brow at Ron. Ron shrugged. "Like I lied?"
Dean grinned. "He got drunk, I think. That, or he was dizzy from all the lights and dancing. But I bet it was the booze."
Ron blushed, his ears turning red in embarrassment. "I- It was only a swig! It's not like I swallowed more than a few shots or anything like that."
Harry gave his friend a skeptical look. He knew the different amount of drinks one could take, through encountering his uncle's friends when they came over to "discuss business", and if Ron really was a swooning man on his feet, then a "few shots" was hardly what he had-if unless Ron couldn't hold his liquor (which wouldn't surprise him).
But Harry wasn't willing to find out whether or not Ron really was capable of staying sane after drinking. "Ron, I hope you're not drinking this time because I'm not going to be responsible for driving us home tonight." Ron nodded. "Don't worry, mate. I'll be fine. I won't touch a glass." And to contradict his words, he picked up a glass that was just put in front of him by the bartender.
Green eyes widened, a hand immediately coming to push the small glass out of the redhead's hand. "Ron! I thought you just said you wouldn't touch it! For Christ's sake! C'mon, I don't want to be here. Let's go back-"
Seamus and Dean stood up, each taking a hold of Harry's arms. "Aw, you're leaving? But we just met!"
Harry shook them off and grabbed Ron. "Uh. . . that's okay. Ron, let's go." He lifted Ron from his stool, the redhead grumbling from being dragged from his sweet alcohol as they ducked under the metal bar, heading into the sea of dancers.
"Ron, you really are a liar, you know that? You said you wouldn't drink, and what do you do? Go for the bar and order a drink. I'm half glad, half sorry I'm here. At least I'll be able to keep you from serious trouble."
"Trouble. . .?"
"Yes, troub-" Harry paused. That wasn't Ron. Again. Turning, Harry saw a brunette who smiled at him the same way Draco did, lips sealed but still curled upwards in an obvious smile. "Uh. . . hi."
"Hello. I heard you say something about trouble. I'm sorry if I intruded, but I couldn't help it. I was just wondering what you were talking about." She said, still smiling.
Harry blinked several times, slightly shocked. "Er. . . oh. Um, I was just telling my friend that he could get into trouble and I didn't want to be the one to bail him out. That's all."
The girl nodded. "I see. But I hope you weren't talking about having trouble here at Blood Fest because there is rarely any trouble here. In fact, we're called the safest club around."
"You work here?"
The girl nodded again. "Yes, I do. Would you happen to have met the son of the owner? Draco Malfoy?"
Ron, having listened the whole time, piped up. "Draco Malfoy?"
The girl turned to him, smiling and nodding yet again. "Indeed. He happens to have blonde hair. Have you seen him before?"
Ron shook his head while Harry nodded. "I have. I spoke with him but a while ago."
"Oh, good. If you happen to see him again, please, give him my greetings." And with that, she left, leaving Harry terribly confused by her actions and rambling conversation.
Draco frowned. What was that girl up to? He saw the small interaction between the brunette and the boys. It was obvious she was checking out what was so interesting about the black-haired one, but to do it in such a way. . .? Draco couldn't help but frown deeper. Was Granger being a spy to his father now? No. He shook his head. That couldn't be.
"Shut up, Malfoy, you're messing your head up," he whispered to himself, letting his eyes follow the two again.
"Talking to yourself again, Draco?" a small voice drawled, right in his ear.
The blonde turned his head slightly to meet with certain dark-haired female, smirking like she knew something he didn't (which was not likely). "What do you want, Pansy?"
Pansy smiled, her white teeth showing. "Oh, nothing. Just admiring the dragon."
Draco lifted a brow, a bored look on his face. "Again with the nicknames, girl? You know I despise them."
The girl giggled, smiling still. "At least I didn't call you the Ice King, now did I?"
"No, and I'm grateful. Now leave me alone if you have nothing else to do but call me pet names."He turned away to see the black-haired boy weave his way back to the stairs, the redhead reluctantly in tow.
Pansy pouted. "But they're all cute and suit you so well!"
"I said for you to leave if you have nothing better to do than call me pet names, Pansy," he repeated, looking at the girl from the corner of his eye.
Pansy lightly hit the blonde on the shoulder and "humph!"-ed, turning and stomping away, felling rejected, yet annoyed.
Draco only shook his head and turned his vision back to the boys, just in time to see them disappear down the stairs. Draco glared. "Darnit, Pansy, you made me. . ." he trailed off as he pushed away from the wall and moved to follow the two downstairs when a hand caught him. He turned back to see Hermione smiling at him. "What do you want, Granger?"
The girl just smiled and shook her head. "Nothing. But. . . I say that you should be careful, Draco."
"I don't need your warnings again." Draco snapped, pulling out of the girl's grasp. "I can take care of myself." And with that, he wove his way through the crowd and descended down the stairs. He almost immediately saw he black-haired one with his friend.
Oh God, he thought. He saw that they had bumped into his father. Quickly, Draco put himself to a stop, pausing slightly before continuing his way down, this time much slower. When he was in range of his father, he put on a slight grin.
"Father?"he called, distracting the man from his conversation with the boys. "What are you doing here? I thought you never came out of your office?"
A man with the same blonde hair as Draco, only three times as long and finely kept. This man's eyes held a piercing gaze that sometimes even made his very son flinch. A slow smile formed on this man's lips, words emitted from a deep voice. "Ah, Draco, my son. I am only out to see how things are doing. It is but a rare event, no?"
Draco quirked a brow. "Rare indeed," he muttered. "Um, yes. But there's nothing wrong, I assure you, Father," he continued more clearly so that his father could hear him around the music.
"Oh, I know that, my son. I merely wish to come out to look around. I know you have everything under control. You do a fine job in taking care of the club."
Draco smiled as if his father had patted him on the head, though he knew that the complement was nothing, and meant nothing. "Thank you, Father!" He paused to see the one named Harry stare at him with a brow lifted. "Oh, I'm sorry. You were talking to my father. I'll leave you be if you wish."
Harry shook his head. "No, that's okay. You can stay. It's not like there's something you shouldn't hear. You are the co-owner of this place."
Ron looked shocked at this statement. "What? Then you're Draco Malfoy? You're the son of Mr. Lucius Malfoy?? Holy cow!"
Draco turned to the loud boy, frowning. "Is there something wrong with that? Or did you just not expect me to look this way?"
Ron was about to start a sentence when Harry elbowed him in the ribs. "Eheh. Um, he's just surprised with how you look, I guess. But don't worry, there's nothing wrong with the way you look." He quickly glanced from father to son, stretching his smile a bit. "But, um, if you don't mind, I think we should get going. It's nice talking to you Mr. Malfoy, Draco."
Lucius nodded and exchanged a handshake with Harry, the boy doing the same with Draco.
"It's a shame that you have you leave," Lucius said as Harry dragged Ron toward the exit.
Harry waved over his shoulder. "I'll be sure to come back again!" He put on a smile before vanishing beyond the door.
Draco turned to his father, a question etched on his face. When his father turned to him, a smile was upon his lips. "I have a feeling that the boy will be right about coming back, Draco."
Draco watched as his father retreated as well, possibly going back to his office, or maybe to do as he said: look around. He didn't know, but he wouldn't doubt if his father was lying, whether to him or the other two, and he wouldn't be surprised if the man did something entirely different from what he said.
But. Draco shook his head. Never mind that, he thought, and went back upstairs. There, instead of going back to the second floor, he went up another floor and continued until he entered his room, the one that he used whenever he was working at the club. He never went home if he was working those nights, so a room was made for him to sleep in if ever he needed to, and he did after being at the club. The room, surprisingly, shut off more noise. The loud music from floors down could only be heard very faintly, and none of the smells down there protruded through the door either, much to his delight. The only downfall to this room was that if one broke in, he wouldn't hear it until the alarm went off, or someone from below shouted for him through the door. But it never mattered to him. No one who has ever tried to rob something of the Malfoy's has gotten away with it, let alone even touch their prize. Someone was always there fast enough to put the robber down.
Draco sighed as he fell onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow and snuffing out what noise was able to penetrate through to his room.
~*~*~*~*~ AN: And that's it! More characters have made their appearance in this story! Yay! Granger is a bit off in character build, but Pansy sure ain't! Girl's still annoying as ever, right? But anyway, I hope you like what I've done here! Please review!!
Oh, and special thanks to my beta who fixed my story. (Fixed version up now.) Thank you Myrtle! ^^ Your scolding helps me a lot! (And speaking of her, did anyone else have a question about Draco having his glass with him OUTSIDE of the bar? Or no? Because Myrtle did. . .)
But anyway, thank you for all of those who reviewed! I was half awake/half asleep when I wrote that! (I still kinda am. . . Oo stupid test. . .) But thanks a bunch anyway! I was wondering if anyone has read my other DM-HP fic: Rusty Cage. Maybe? If not, that's okay, but I was just wondering if anyone saw the notice at the very end that says I'm making an online comic version of it. If not, please look.
. . . Moving on! BF should be put on a regular updating schedule. (I hope.) If I can put myself on a schedule of at least one chapter every week (or so), writing a good amount each time, then there shouldn't be a problem in me slacking off. (Again, I hope.)
So, if I'm done giving my announcements, let's continue!
~Blood Fest~ Chapter Two
A fine brown brow lifted as matching mouse-brown eyes followed a certain blonde make his way toward his usual corner on the floor. "You are such a wonder, Draco Malfoy. . ."
With a small laugh a girl with curly brown hair made her way toward the blonde, the boy male himself unaware of her approach until she was standing in his line of vision.
"Granger, what do you want?"
Hermione Granger smirked. "You should be careful of what you look at, Malfoy."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, don't be evasive. I saw that play you did with the black-haired one. And don't tell you didn't do such a thing because I'm not blind. I can see."
"I never said you didn't."
"Then?"
"Then, what?"
Hermione frowned and pointed a finger at the male. "You know your father, Malfoy. You better watch whom you're toying with. You well know the consequences."
Draco crossed his arms, frowning right back at the girl. "Of course I know what my father is like-don't think I don't. But what I want to know is: what's your point? I know what I'm doing-I know what I'm 'toying' with-and I know what cards I play in this."
"As do I. I merely warn you, Malfoy, for you and I both know what lies before us if we are caught in some nonsense, being punished for something so petty. Got it?"
When Draco nodded, Hermione walked away, leaving him in peace of her rants and warnings. As he had told her, he knew what he was doing and what the consequences were of each choice he made. Though it was a gamble each time, he was still willing to make the risk. The boy, he admit, was a special case. To say his liked the boy was hardy anything to say at all.
And speaking of which. . . Draco turned his attention back toward the bar where he saw Harry and his red-haired friend converse and associate with two others at the bar. With a smile, he crept his way along the wall a little closer toward the group.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, it's my first time here. You?"
"Nah, Dean and I have been here a few times."
"Really?"
"Yup. In fact, we saw your friend here one time."
Harry lifted a brow at Ron. Ron shrugged. "Like I lied?"
Dean grinned. "He got drunk, I think. That, or he was dizzy from all the lights and dancing. But I bet it was the booze."
Ron blushed, his ears turning red in embarrassment. "I- It was only a swig! It's not like I swallowed more than a few shots or anything like that."
Harry gave his friend a skeptical look. He knew the different amount of drinks one could take, through encountering his uncle's friends when they came over to "discuss business", and if Ron really was a swooning man on his feet, then a "few shots" was hardly what he had-if unless Ron couldn't hold his liquor (which wouldn't surprise him).
But Harry wasn't willing to find out whether or not Ron really was capable of staying sane after drinking. "Ron, I hope you're not drinking this time because I'm not going to be responsible for driving us home tonight." Ron nodded. "Don't worry, mate. I'll be fine. I won't touch a glass." And to contradict his words, he picked up a glass that was just put in front of him by the bartender.
Green eyes widened, a hand immediately coming to push the small glass out of the redhead's hand. "Ron! I thought you just said you wouldn't touch it! For Christ's sake! C'mon, I don't want to be here. Let's go back-"
Seamus and Dean stood up, each taking a hold of Harry's arms. "Aw, you're leaving? But we just met!"
Harry shook them off and grabbed Ron. "Uh. . . that's okay. Ron, let's go." He lifted Ron from his stool, the redhead grumbling from being dragged from his sweet alcohol as they ducked under the metal bar, heading into the sea of dancers.
"Ron, you really are a liar, you know that? You said you wouldn't drink, and what do you do? Go for the bar and order a drink. I'm half glad, half sorry I'm here. At least I'll be able to keep you from serious trouble."
"Trouble. . .?"
"Yes, troub-" Harry paused. That wasn't Ron. Again. Turning, Harry saw a brunette who smiled at him the same way Draco did, lips sealed but still curled upwards in an obvious smile. "Uh. . . hi."
"Hello. I heard you say something about trouble. I'm sorry if I intruded, but I couldn't help it. I was just wondering what you were talking about." She said, still smiling.
Harry blinked several times, slightly shocked. "Er. . . oh. Um, I was just telling my friend that he could get into trouble and I didn't want to be the one to bail him out. That's all."
The girl nodded. "I see. But I hope you weren't talking about having trouble here at Blood Fest because there is rarely any trouble here. In fact, we're called the safest club around."
"You work here?"
The girl nodded again. "Yes, I do. Would you happen to have met the son of the owner? Draco Malfoy?"
Ron, having listened the whole time, piped up. "Draco Malfoy?"
The girl turned to him, smiling and nodding yet again. "Indeed. He happens to have blonde hair. Have you seen him before?"
Ron shook his head while Harry nodded. "I have. I spoke with him but a while ago."
"Oh, good. If you happen to see him again, please, give him my greetings." And with that, she left, leaving Harry terribly confused by her actions and rambling conversation.
Draco frowned. What was that girl up to? He saw the small interaction between the brunette and the boys. It was obvious she was checking out what was so interesting about the black-haired one, but to do it in such a way. . .? Draco couldn't help but frown deeper. Was Granger being a spy to his father now? No. He shook his head. That couldn't be.
"Shut up, Malfoy, you're messing your head up," he whispered to himself, letting his eyes follow the two again.
"Talking to yourself again, Draco?" a small voice drawled, right in his ear.
The blonde turned his head slightly to meet with certain dark-haired female, smirking like she knew something he didn't (which was not likely). "What do you want, Pansy?"
Pansy smiled, her white teeth showing. "Oh, nothing. Just admiring the dragon."
Draco lifted a brow, a bored look on his face. "Again with the nicknames, girl? You know I despise them."
The girl giggled, smiling still. "At least I didn't call you the Ice King, now did I?"
"No, and I'm grateful. Now leave me alone if you have nothing else to do but call me pet names."He turned away to see the black-haired boy weave his way back to the stairs, the redhead reluctantly in tow.
Pansy pouted. "But they're all cute and suit you so well!"
"I said for you to leave if you have nothing better to do than call me pet names, Pansy," he repeated, looking at the girl from the corner of his eye.
Pansy lightly hit the blonde on the shoulder and "humph!"-ed, turning and stomping away, felling rejected, yet annoyed.
Draco only shook his head and turned his vision back to the boys, just in time to see them disappear down the stairs. Draco glared. "Darnit, Pansy, you made me. . ." he trailed off as he pushed away from the wall and moved to follow the two downstairs when a hand caught him. He turned back to see Hermione smiling at him. "What do you want, Granger?"
The girl just smiled and shook her head. "Nothing. But. . . I say that you should be careful, Draco."
"I don't need your warnings again." Draco snapped, pulling out of the girl's grasp. "I can take care of myself." And with that, he wove his way through the crowd and descended down the stairs. He almost immediately saw he black-haired one with his friend.
Oh God, he thought. He saw that they had bumped into his father. Quickly, Draco put himself to a stop, pausing slightly before continuing his way down, this time much slower. When he was in range of his father, he put on a slight grin.
"Father?"he called, distracting the man from his conversation with the boys. "What are you doing here? I thought you never came out of your office?"
A man with the same blonde hair as Draco, only three times as long and finely kept. This man's eyes held a piercing gaze that sometimes even made his very son flinch. A slow smile formed on this man's lips, words emitted from a deep voice. "Ah, Draco, my son. I am only out to see how things are doing. It is but a rare event, no?"
Draco quirked a brow. "Rare indeed," he muttered. "Um, yes. But there's nothing wrong, I assure you, Father," he continued more clearly so that his father could hear him around the music.
"Oh, I know that, my son. I merely wish to come out to look around. I know you have everything under control. You do a fine job in taking care of the club."
Draco smiled as if his father had patted him on the head, though he knew that the complement was nothing, and meant nothing. "Thank you, Father!" He paused to see the one named Harry stare at him with a brow lifted. "Oh, I'm sorry. You were talking to my father. I'll leave you be if you wish."
Harry shook his head. "No, that's okay. You can stay. It's not like there's something you shouldn't hear. You are the co-owner of this place."
Ron looked shocked at this statement. "What? Then you're Draco Malfoy? You're the son of Mr. Lucius Malfoy?? Holy cow!"
Draco turned to the loud boy, frowning. "Is there something wrong with that? Or did you just not expect me to look this way?"
Ron was about to start a sentence when Harry elbowed him in the ribs. "Eheh. Um, he's just surprised with how you look, I guess. But don't worry, there's nothing wrong with the way you look." He quickly glanced from father to son, stretching his smile a bit. "But, um, if you don't mind, I think we should get going. It's nice talking to you Mr. Malfoy, Draco."
Lucius nodded and exchanged a handshake with Harry, the boy doing the same with Draco.
"It's a shame that you have you leave," Lucius said as Harry dragged Ron toward the exit.
Harry waved over his shoulder. "I'll be sure to come back again!" He put on a smile before vanishing beyond the door.
Draco turned to his father, a question etched on his face. When his father turned to him, a smile was upon his lips. "I have a feeling that the boy will be right about coming back, Draco."
Draco watched as his father retreated as well, possibly going back to his office, or maybe to do as he said: look around. He didn't know, but he wouldn't doubt if his father was lying, whether to him or the other two, and he wouldn't be surprised if the man did something entirely different from what he said.
But. Draco shook his head. Never mind that, he thought, and went back upstairs. There, instead of going back to the second floor, he went up another floor and continued until he entered his room, the one that he used whenever he was working at the club. He never went home if he was working those nights, so a room was made for him to sleep in if ever he needed to, and he did after being at the club. The room, surprisingly, shut off more noise. The loud music from floors down could only be heard very faintly, and none of the smells down there protruded through the door either, much to his delight. The only downfall to this room was that if one broke in, he wouldn't hear it until the alarm went off, or someone from below shouted for him through the door. But it never mattered to him. No one who has ever tried to rob something of the Malfoy's has gotten away with it, let alone even touch their prize. Someone was always there fast enough to put the robber down.
Draco sighed as he fell onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow and snuffing out what noise was able to penetrate through to his room.
~*~*~*~*~ AN: And that's it! More characters have made their appearance in this story! Yay! Granger is a bit off in character build, but Pansy sure ain't! Girl's still annoying as ever, right? But anyway, I hope you like what I've done here! Please review!!
Oh, and special thanks to my beta who fixed my story. (Fixed version up now.) Thank you Myrtle! ^^ Your scolding helps me a lot! (And speaking of her, did anyone else have a question about Draco having his glass with him OUTSIDE of the bar? Or no? Because Myrtle did. . .)