Chapter 1: The Revival
Draco was fast asleep and not aware that he'd missed his Potions class. He was on the right edge of his four-poster, lying on his right side. His pale complexion made him look fragile. His lanky body was adorned in silky black pajamas, but sometime last night, Draco had taken the pajama top off and only his pants remained on his body. He turned slightly causing the blanket to only cover his calves and feet now, revealing a six-pack all the Slytherin girls, and even some girls from other houses, would sever their limbs to see.
Suddenly there was a loud banging at Draco's door and he was unkindly awoken. He still hadn't opened his eyes, but just moaned and placed his head under his pillow.
"Damn hangover," Draco moaned, his voice muffled by the pillow.
He heard the door open and shut.
Arg, he thought to himself. Who the hell wants to be here this early--?
Draco suddenly stiffened and then relaxed once again. It was Blaise Zabini, his girlfriend. She'd decided now was a good time as any to start licking Draco's neck.
Her tongue smoothly made its way across the back of his neck, and just as she was about to go for his face, Draco suddenly came out from under the pillow, causing Blaise's tongue to nearly have a collision with the pillow.
Ick, Draco thought to himself, but felt himself smile at Blaise all the same.
She was in her school robes, and the heavy scent of Blaise's J'adore perfume was clogging Draco's nostrils and making his head pound even harder. Her fiery red hair was elegantly up today, held by two chopsticks. Draco, however, preferred a girl's hair down. Blaise, sitting on her knees, now moved so that she was sitting on Draco's stomach, one knee on each side of his body.
"Oof," Draco grumbled as she sat on him, soft enough for Blaise to ignore.
"Aren't you going to get up?" Blaise asked in a baby voice, stroking the area between Draco's pectorals with a finger as she gave him innocent puppy eyes.
Draco shifted uncomfortably under Blaise's weight. It wasn't that she was heavy, but the way she so lightly stroked his chest made him shiver. Blaise surely had noticed that by now. All the more reason to do it, according to her most likely.
"Draco," Blaise pleaded once again, adding a pout to her puppy eyes.
"What?" Draco moaned, trying to put his head back under his pillow.
"Oh, no you don't!" Blaise retorted. With that, she was now completely on top of Draco.
He now wore a sneer, and had to resist the urge to blow his silvery hair away from his eyes and the bigger urge to throw Blaise across the room.
Blaise blew into his left ear.
God, why me—? Draco had begun to think when Blaise suddenly shrieked into Draco's ear and was back to sitting on his stomach.
"Where is it? Where?" Blaise demanded.
"You don't have to yell so bloody loud!" Draco wailed as he gracefully and seemingly effortlessly pushed Blaise off the bed. His left hand was across his eyes, the thumb on one temple of his head, and the other four fingers on the other temple, slowly massaging. Draco looked over his bed at a furious Blaise, sprawled across the floor, her mini skirt revealing more of her legs than they were supposed to… and the two bottles of Wiz Fiz Beer and one bottle of Doc Smith's Knockout gin next to her. "I mean," Draco said helplessly, "what is it?"
Blaise faked a sniffle, "My picture. You don't have it on your bedside table!"
With her jumping all about him like a half-dressed banana, who needed a picture? Who wanted a picture? Draco thought about what Crabbe and Goyle would have said to that. "Depends, which half of her is dressed?" He smirked.
Bad idea.
Blaise squealed once again, attempted to throw one of the beer bottles at Draco's head, but he ducked, moments before it crashed into the wall above him. "You lost it?" Blaise said. "You… you…" Not knowing what to say, she groaned, sounding like a flustered horse and slapped Draco across the face.
Draco had hardly moved at that which made Blaise even angrier. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy!"
As she stalked off towards the door, Draco added in a sweet voice, "See you at dinner, love!"
Another flustered groan was heard from Blaise before she loudly slammed the door shut.
"Damn her," he said aloud as he rubbed the right side of his face where Blaise's hand print still remained. "If only she'd mean what she says." He checked the time and cursed when he discovered he'd missed Potions. Draco stuck his head back under the pillow.
Five minutes later, he groggily got up, stepped over a black, semi-see-through clothing item belonging to Blaise, picked out a pair of black trousers and an emerald green, long sleeved button-up shirt and marched into the boys' showers… not even noticing the small black book, that hadn't been there before, on top of the rest of his books.
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"What do you mean you didn't want to wake me up?" Harry demanded.
Ron and Hermione stared back at Harry with sheepish looks on their faces.
"Well, lately, you've been staying up pretty late," Hermione said as Ron nodded. "So we thought we'd let you sleep in just this once. Ron says it was five o'clock in the morning when you went to sleep—"
"Hello?!" Harry said while waving his arms about. "You let me sleep through Potions class?" Now Harry turned to Ron. "Are you mad?"
Ron's face contorted into an expression that might've been funny had it been under a situation of less tension and seriousness.
Just about everyone else was outside now. Many were having lunch, enjoying the beautiful weather the skies around Hogwarts castle had to offer, but the infamous trio remained in the common room. It was dark and strangely, the atmosphere inside Hogwarts always reminded one of the winter seasons, even in the hottest of summer days.
A fire was lit, nonetheless, but curiously, the room was kept at a comfortable temperature. Harry paced back and forth, passing the right side of the fireplace, then the left and all over again.
Ron bravely piped in. "Harry, you don't really need to overreact that much. I mean, sure Snape's going to be mad, but Draco—"
"Mad?" Harry exclaimed, flabbergasted. "That was an understatement, wasn't it?"
Hermione bossily crossed her arms over her chest and stood up. "Harry, we were only thinking of what was in your best interest. If you'd rather we let you stay up all night doing whatever it is you're doing, then fine." With that, she marched up the stairs to the girls' dormitory and slammed the door shut.
Ron arched an eyebrow. Everyone was being rather fussy today.
"I knew it! She's been nutters for years now! As if missing Snape's class wouldn't do anything." Harry had an amazed look on his face.
"Well," Ron piped in meekly. "You didn't have to be so—" Ron thought about the correct word to say, "—PMS-ish about it."
Harry curiously looked at Ron's contorted face.
"Fine. Take her side," Harry said, briskly walking past Ron to get to the boys' dormitory.
"Harry!" Ron pleaded. "Even Malfoy wasn't in class—"
Harry had shut the door to his dormitory before Ron could finish. "What? Is it National PMS Day or something? Why didn't anyone tell me?" With that, Ron stepped through the portrait hole and made his way to the kitchen to get some food.
* * *
Ron carefully lifted up different objects in the kitchen and tried to ignore the worried house elves scurrying around his feet. It was difficult to be quiet and sneaky with one of them speaking to him every other second.
"Please, sir, let us help you look for whatever it is you desire," said a house elf shaded a soft bluish color.
"Winky, I can handle it," an annoyed Ron told the elf. "Honestly, I'm just looking for a loaf of bread. A piece of bread for a sandwich!"
"It's Blinky," the elf corrected Ron. Then she pointed to the left of the ovens. "And the bread is on the third row of cabinets, second shelf, eighth drawer, right side."
Ron gave the elf a quizzical look before he went to the specified drawer only to find the twelve different types of bread Hogwarts offered. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Oh, I don't know," a cold voice behind Ron drawled. "Perhaps—"
Ron whipped around. "Perhaps that hair gel has begun to seep into your brain, very surprisingly, through that thick head of yours to think anything you say could bother me, Malfoy!" Ron spat the name as if it had been something bitter tasting that had been rolling around in his mouth.
"Oh! Pardon me," Draco said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. Slytherins don't have manners. "I didn't even have to say anything and you've already decided to become flustered." Draco gave Ron a cheeky smirk before going to the other end of the kitchen to find whatever it was he was looking for.
"You are such a gaywad!" Ron said rather aimlessly.
"And you're a fuckwit, but you don't see me complaining," Draco added, still maintaining his playful tone of voice.
Ron reddened and his ears slowly turned pink, but he too maintained control over whatever it was he was trying to control. He decided right then that he wouldn't let Malfoy get to him. Not on National PMS Day.
The doors to the kitchen opened suddenly and Ron tensed. Draco's attention was now at the door, but he hadn't moved except for his now arched left eyebrow.
Moments later, a flaming red head of hair walked into the room. Inches shorter than Draco, slim with the new shape of a woman, was Ginny Weasley, Ron's kid-sister.
Ron relaxed and was about to ask Ginny what she was doing in here, but he never had the chance.
Ginny swiftly drew out her wand, pointed it at Draco and said, "Petrificus totalus!"
Thud. Draco landed flat on his back next to the Gryffindor-red sofa.
Eyes wide, Ron cautiously turned to his younger sister. "Gin! How did you manage to get him like that?"
Ron was nothing less than amazed. No one could catch Draco Malfoy off guard, but Ginny had! He walked over to congratulate her with an affectionate pat on the back, but he stopped before reaching her. She had turned pale and was trembling.
"Gin, you okay? You don't really look so—"
Before Ron could finish, Ginny's eyelids fluttered a bit and her body began to make its way to the floor.
"Gin!" Ron exclaimed, dropping the bread in his hands so that he could catch his sister.
Ginny's bright hair was messily, yet elegantly, sprawled about her face. Ron, kneeling on his right knee and supporting Ginny with his left knee, turned her face upwards and moved the strands of hair away from her face.
He jostled her gently, but no response. "Ginny!" Ron moaned softly.
An ice-cold voice came from behind Ron. "She's alive, but only just."
Furious, Ron whipped around and the first thing he began to think was, What the fu—
But he stopped thinking when he saw who was behind him. Someone had removed the charm from Draco and he stood upright and motionless. He had a strange distant look in his eyes. His silvery strands of hair dangled in front of his eyes, but he made no attempts to brush the loose strands aside. It was almost as if Malfoy wasn't there… but the thing is, he was.
What had made Ron stop thinking was the fact that there was another person standing next to Malfoy. The intruder was tall, had dark hair, and was probably thought of as handsome. He had an uncanny resemblance to Harry, but he wore Slytherin robes, though the stitching on his robes was different than that of Draco's robes. The colors were worn out and a dried splotch of red blood covered the area of his shirt right above his heart.
"No need to look so frightened," the man said. "I just wanted to say that again after so long." Then he began flexing his fingers and wiggling them around in a manner that didn't seem silly, but normal as if everyone went around wiggling their fingers like they'd just received them.
Again? Ron wondered.
The dark-haired man looked up from his hands and then extended an arm. "Oh, pardon me." The manners were obviously only for a dramatic touch. He continued, "The name's Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Author's Note: Oh look! Tom Riddle's baa-aaaack! And Jonah, I think this will be the very first fic that I won't give up on! I think I'll actually finish it! Chapter one, though it was pretty short, is dedicated to the one and only Jonah, my inspiration, perspiration (sorry, that's gross, isn't it?), and chum. Thanks for dealing with my Harry Potter obsession! You own us all and rock my toe socks! >D
bad-faith.net - Go visit Jonah's super cool domain!
Chapter Two: Look forward to both Ginny and Ron in the Infirmary! Harry and Hermione have finished PMS-ing, and Draco receives a rather unpleasant surprise! We'll also find out soon enough (not until a couple chapters, though) why Ginny had that fainting spell.
Joya loves you all!!
Draco was fast asleep and not aware that he'd missed his Potions class. He was on the right edge of his four-poster, lying on his right side. His pale complexion made him look fragile. His lanky body was adorned in silky black pajamas, but sometime last night, Draco had taken the pajama top off and only his pants remained on his body. He turned slightly causing the blanket to only cover his calves and feet now, revealing a six-pack all the Slytherin girls, and even some girls from other houses, would sever their limbs to see.
Suddenly there was a loud banging at Draco's door and he was unkindly awoken. He still hadn't opened his eyes, but just moaned and placed his head under his pillow.
"Damn hangover," Draco moaned, his voice muffled by the pillow.
He heard the door open and shut.
Arg, he thought to himself. Who the hell wants to be here this early--?
Draco suddenly stiffened and then relaxed once again. It was Blaise Zabini, his girlfriend. She'd decided now was a good time as any to start licking Draco's neck.
Her tongue smoothly made its way across the back of his neck, and just as she was about to go for his face, Draco suddenly came out from under the pillow, causing Blaise's tongue to nearly have a collision with the pillow.
Ick, Draco thought to himself, but felt himself smile at Blaise all the same.
She was in her school robes, and the heavy scent of Blaise's J'adore perfume was clogging Draco's nostrils and making his head pound even harder. Her fiery red hair was elegantly up today, held by two chopsticks. Draco, however, preferred a girl's hair down. Blaise, sitting on her knees, now moved so that she was sitting on Draco's stomach, one knee on each side of his body.
"Oof," Draco grumbled as she sat on him, soft enough for Blaise to ignore.
"Aren't you going to get up?" Blaise asked in a baby voice, stroking the area between Draco's pectorals with a finger as she gave him innocent puppy eyes.
Draco shifted uncomfortably under Blaise's weight. It wasn't that she was heavy, but the way she so lightly stroked his chest made him shiver. Blaise surely had noticed that by now. All the more reason to do it, according to her most likely.
"Draco," Blaise pleaded once again, adding a pout to her puppy eyes.
"What?" Draco moaned, trying to put his head back under his pillow.
"Oh, no you don't!" Blaise retorted. With that, she was now completely on top of Draco.
He now wore a sneer, and had to resist the urge to blow his silvery hair away from his eyes and the bigger urge to throw Blaise across the room.
Blaise blew into his left ear.
God, why me—? Draco had begun to think when Blaise suddenly shrieked into Draco's ear and was back to sitting on his stomach.
"Where is it? Where?" Blaise demanded.
"You don't have to yell so bloody loud!" Draco wailed as he gracefully and seemingly effortlessly pushed Blaise off the bed. His left hand was across his eyes, the thumb on one temple of his head, and the other four fingers on the other temple, slowly massaging. Draco looked over his bed at a furious Blaise, sprawled across the floor, her mini skirt revealing more of her legs than they were supposed to… and the two bottles of Wiz Fiz Beer and one bottle of Doc Smith's Knockout gin next to her. "I mean," Draco said helplessly, "what is it?"
Blaise faked a sniffle, "My picture. You don't have it on your bedside table!"
With her jumping all about him like a half-dressed banana, who needed a picture? Who wanted a picture? Draco thought about what Crabbe and Goyle would have said to that. "Depends, which half of her is dressed?" He smirked.
Bad idea.
Blaise squealed once again, attempted to throw one of the beer bottles at Draco's head, but he ducked, moments before it crashed into the wall above him. "You lost it?" Blaise said. "You… you…" Not knowing what to say, she groaned, sounding like a flustered horse and slapped Draco across the face.
Draco had hardly moved at that which made Blaise even angrier. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy!"
As she stalked off towards the door, Draco added in a sweet voice, "See you at dinner, love!"
Another flustered groan was heard from Blaise before she loudly slammed the door shut.
"Damn her," he said aloud as he rubbed the right side of his face where Blaise's hand print still remained. "If only she'd mean what she says." He checked the time and cursed when he discovered he'd missed Potions. Draco stuck his head back under the pillow.
Five minutes later, he groggily got up, stepped over a black, semi-see-through clothing item belonging to Blaise, picked out a pair of black trousers and an emerald green, long sleeved button-up shirt and marched into the boys' showers… not even noticing the small black book, that hadn't been there before, on top of the rest of his books.
"What do you mean you didn't want to wake me up?" Harry demanded.
Ron and Hermione stared back at Harry with sheepish looks on their faces.
"Well, lately, you've been staying up pretty late," Hermione said as Ron nodded. "So we thought we'd let you sleep in just this once. Ron says it was five o'clock in the morning when you went to sleep—"
"Hello?!" Harry said while waving his arms about. "You let me sleep through Potions class?" Now Harry turned to Ron. "Are you mad?"
Ron's face contorted into an expression that might've been funny had it been under a situation of less tension and seriousness.
Just about everyone else was outside now. Many were having lunch, enjoying the beautiful weather the skies around Hogwarts castle had to offer, but the infamous trio remained in the common room. It was dark and strangely, the atmosphere inside Hogwarts always reminded one of the winter seasons, even in the hottest of summer days.
A fire was lit, nonetheless, but curiously, the room was kept at a comfortable temperature. Harry paced back and forth, passing the right side of the fireplace, then the left and all over again.
Ron bravely piped in. "Harry, you don't really need to overreact that much. I mean, sure Snape's going to be mad, but Draco—"
"Mad?" Harry exclaimed, flabbergasted. "That was an understatement, wasn't it?"
Hermione bossily crossed her arms over her chest and stood up. "Harry, we were only thinking of what was in your best interest. If you'd rather we let you stay up all night doing whatever it is you're doing, then fine." With that, she marched up the stairs to the girls' dormitory and slammed the door shut.
Ron arched an eyebrow. Everyone was being rather fussy today.
"I knew it! She's been nutters for years now! As if missing Snape's class wouldn't do anything." Harry had an amazed look on his face.
"Well," Ron piped in meekly. "You didn't have to be so—" Ron thought about the correct word to say, "—PMS-ish about it."
Harry curiously looked at Ron's contorted face.
"Fine. Take her side," Harry said, briskly walking past Ron to get to the boys' dormitory.
"Harry!" Ron pleaded. "Even Malfoy wasn't in class—"
Harry had shut the door to his dormitory before Ron could finish. "What? Is it National PMS Day or something? Why didn't anyone tell me?" With that, Ron stepped through the portrait hole and made his way to the kitchen to get some food.
Ron carefully lifted up different objects in the kitchen and tried to ignore the worried house elves scurrying around his feet. It was difficult to be quiet and sneaky with one of them speaking to him every other second.
"Please, sir, let us help you look for whatever it is you desire," said a house elf shaded a soft bluish color.
"Winky, I can handle it," an annoyed Ron told the elf. "Honestly, I'm just looking for a loaf of bread. A piece of bread for a sandwich!"
"It's Blinky," the elf corrected Ron. Then she pointed to the left of the ovens. "And the bread is on the third row of cabinets, second shelf, eighth drawer, right side."
Ron gave the elf a quizzical look before he went to the specified drawer only to find the twelve different types of bread Hogwarts offered. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Oh, I don't know," a cold voice behind Ron drawled. "Perhaps—"
Ron whipped around. "Perhaps that hair gel has begun to seep into your brain, very surprisingly, through that thick head of yours to think anything you say could bother me, Malfoy!" Ron spat the name as if it had been something bitter tasting that had been rolling around in his mouth.
"Oh! Pardon me," Draco said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. Slytherins don't have manners. "I didn't even have to say anything and you've already decided to become flustered." Draco gave Ron a cheeky smirk before going to the other end of the kitchen to find whatever it was he was looking for.
"You are such a gaywad!" Ron said rather aimlessly.
"And you're a fuckwit, but you don't see me complaining," Draco added, still maintaining his playful tone of voice.
Ron reddened and his ears slowly turned pink, but he too maintained control over whatever it was he was trying to control. He decided right then that he wouldn't let Malfoy get to him. Not on National PMS Day.
The doors to the kitchen opened suddenly and Ron tensed. Draco's attention was now at the door, but he hadn't moved except for his now arched left eyebrow.
Moments later, a flaming red head of hair walked into the room. Inches shorter than Draco, slim with the new shape of a woman, was Ginny Weasley, Ron's kid-sister.
Ron relaxed and was about to ask Ginny what she was doing in here, but he never had the chance.
Ginny swiftly drew out her wand, pointed it at Draco and said, "Petrificus totalus!"
Thud. Draco landed flat on his back next to the Gryffindor-red sofa.
Eyes wide, Ron cautiously turned to his younger sister. "Gin! How did you manage to get him like that?"
Ron was nothing less than amazed. No one could catch Draco Malfoy off guard, but Ginny had! He walked over to congratulate her with an affectionate pat on the back, but he stopped before reaching her. She had turned pale and was trembling.
"Gin, you okay? You don't really look so—"
Before Ron could finish, Ginny's eyelids fluttered a bit and her body began to make its way to the floor.
"Gin!" Ron exclaimed, dropping the bread in his hands so that he could catch his sister.
Ginny's bright hair was messily, yet elegantly, sprawled about her face. Ron, kneeling on his right knee and supporting Ginny with his left knee, turned her face upwards and moved the strands of hair away from her face.
He jostled her gently, but no response. "Ginny!" Ron moaned softly.
An ice-cold voice came from behind Ron. "She's alive, but only just."
Furious, Ron whipped around and the first thing he began to think was, What the fu—
But he stopped thinking when he saw who was behind him. Someone had removed the charm from Draco and he stood upright and motionless. He had a strange distant look in his eyes. His silvery strands of hair dangled in front of his eyes, but he made no attempts to brush the loose strands aside. It was almost as if Malfoy wasn't there… but the thing is, he was.
What had made Ron stop thinking was the fact that there was another person standing next to Malfoy. The intruder was tall, had dark hair, and was probably thought of as handsome. He had an uncanny resemblance to Harry, but he wore Slytherin robes, though the stitching on his robes was different than that of Draco's robes. The colors were worn out and a dried splotch of red blood covered the area of his shirt right above his heart.
"No need to look so frightened," the man said. "I just wanted to say that again after so long." Then he began flexing his fingers and wiggling them around in a manner that didn't seem silly, but normal as if everyone went around wiggling their fingers like they'd just received them.
Again? Ron wondered.
The dark-haired man looked up from his hands and then extended an arm. "Oh, pardon me." The manners were obviously only for a dramatic touch. He continued, "The name's Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Author's Note: Oh look! Tom Riddle's baa-aaaack! And Jonah, I think this will be the very first fic that I won't give up on! I think I'll actually finish it! Chapter one, though it was pretty short, is dedicated to the one and only Jonah, my inspiration, perspiration (sorry, that's gross, isn't it?), and chum. Thanks for dealing with my Harry Potter obsession! You own us all and rock my toe socks! >D
bad-faith.net - Go visit Jonah's super cool domain!
Chapter Two: Look forward to both Ginny and Ron in the Infirmary! Harry and Hermione have finished PMS-ing, and Draco receives a rather unpleasant surprise! We'll also find out soon enough (not until a couple chapters, though) why Ginny had that fainting spell.
Joya loves you all!!