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CH.5 Truth in Life and Fairy Land
Upon entering the Common Room, I saw a concerned Harry comforting a flustered Hermione.
"Mione," I called out, rushing to them.
Harry looked at me, the confusion on his face magnified. Hermione looked mortified. She turned for the staircase, ready to run.
'Wait," I pleaded, "please just talk to me. I can explain."
"What is there to explain? If you'd like to snog in the middle of the hallway with someone like that, it's none of my business." I could have sworn she was shaking. Harry blinked and looked at me. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes wild and full of tears. Then, with a pained look, she fled up the stairs into the girl's dorm.
"Hermione wait!" I called to her, but she was already gone. I turned to Harry for help. "Do you understand what's wrong? Why is she so worked up?"
Harry's head swung to me from the staircase, where he'd been staring after Hermione. He was quiet for a time, then he slowly made his way to a seat facing the fire. He sat down and looked at me, motioning for me to sit beside him. I did. Harry then looked around, as if making sure the room was empty save for me and him. It was.
"Ron, Hermione came in here crying her eyes out. Now I couldn't make out everything she was muttering, but I did catch enough to know what basically happened. Ron, don't you know Hermione likes you? She has for a long time. Everyone thought you liked her too. Everyone thought you two were going to be the golden couple."
I felt like a cold hand had just wrenched my heart from my chest. I turned to Harry, who was staring the way Hermione had gone with wide eyes. "No," I said slowly. I had liked Hermione, in a way, for a little while. But how could I help not liking her now? It wasn't my fault what I was attracted to. Was it?
Harry sighed. "Ron, you kissing someone wasn't all I learned from Hermione while she was crying. I heard her say 'he' and 'him' a dozen times." I groaned. "It's not your fault if you just don't like her, but judging from what I gathered, that wasn't such a great way to find out."
I frowned. "I didn't mean for her to find me in that position. I didn't even mean to be in that position. H...," I hesitated, but then I realised Harry already knew now. So, what was the point of hiding Malfoy's sexuality? Oh gods! Hopefully, Hermione hadn't said who in her mutterings to Harry. I started again, "He just grabbed me."
Harry frowned and looked at the ground. "So, your not in a relationship then?"
"No, I'm not," I answered quickly, "not really ... maybe. Oh hell! I don't know. Everything's just, Ugh!!!"
Harry nodded. "I know what you mean. Ron, when you're feeling better, we should talk. You know, tell each other a few things. Maybe then we wouldn't fight so much. Secrets can put a major strain on a relationship."
I nodded absently, not really listening. Hermione liked 'me'!
I didn't really notice Harry leaving, but when I finally looked he wasn't there anymore. Damn! I felt like I had blown everything. Even Harry was probably pissed. What was I to do?
Hours seemed to go by before I actually got up from the spot on the couch to go to my dormitory room. Everyone else was already asleep, at least from what I could tell. Even Harry was breathing softly in a peaceful slumber. I was not sure I would get any sleep that night.
I lie on my bed for hours thinking about what had happened. Malfoy, Hermione, and Harry were all changing to him. Every relationship I had was turning upside down or inside out. Next thing you know, Percy was going to come to Hogwarts and tell me what a jerk he is, or kill me. Neither would be very surprising at the moment.
I turned on my side and pushed the thoughts out of my head as best as I could. Sleep was hard to find, but eventually my eyes shut and I drifted away from reality.
I slumped in my chair. Everything was going wrong, even Divinations class was worse than usual, and I hadn't known that was possible. Hermione hadn't talked to me all day, she had not even looked at me. Harry, on the other hand, was talking to me again, but he had been acting nervous for some reason I could not fathom at that time. Professor Trelawny made everything worse when she announced that the class would do a project involving revealing hints about your soulmate or future lover, something like that I believe. Personally the idea did not sound too appealing then; however, Parvati and Lavender were already giggling and whispering to each other excitedly. To my surprise, Harry grinned at the Professor's announcement.
To top every other bad thing happening in my life right then, there was Malfoy. The crude, inviting looks he had sent me during breakfast. How he thought grabbing my arse in the hallway was acceptable. I had endured just about enough, enough of everything and everyone.
As Professor Trelawny passed out the required equipment for the project, I discovered how easy my eyes could become unfocused and I could lose touch with the immediate reality. I sighed and lost myself in thought of the previous night. Malfoy had kissed me. Hermione was mad. Why? Oh yeah, she liked me. Hermione liked me! At least she was not in Divinations anymore. Malfoy grabbed my arse earlier. Harry was nervous. I couldn't figure that one out.
"Ron," I heard an urgent whisper by my side.
Then, immediately after I heard a louder voice. "Mr. Weasley, are you paying attention? You are supposed to be working. I cannot imagine what could distract you this much. Hmm, perhaps you've already found your lover?"
I blushed and ducked my head. Laughter rose around me. I looked up and Harry smiled sympathetically. "I tried to warn you," he said quietly.
I nodded and looked down at the material in front of me. "So, what do we do with this stuff now?"
Harry grinned and picked up one of the instruments. I shrugged. Anything was better than getting lost in thought again. Hell, what was I to do about Hermione?
After Divinations was over, I decided to forget all about my supposed future lover. What a load of bullocks! Brown hair and pink eyes. Who has pink eyes? And full breasts? Yeah right. At first I wondered if maybe I had done something wrong, but then I decided it wouldn't have been right anyway. Divinations was all fake, at least in my opinion.
So, after about ten minutes of watching Seamus Finnigan put on a show for the rest of Gryffindor, I hauled Harry up to the dormitory to get away from the noise. Harry had been reluctant to go.
Immediately after entering the room, I fell onto my bed without an ounce of grace. Harry slowly sat down beside me, hesitantly. I wasn't sure why then. He looked down at his feet and sighed. "Ron, we need to talk."
I was concerned, and I'm positive that it showed all over my face. "Is something wrong?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder in my version of comfort. I was finding out secrets about Malfoy and Hermione. Was I about to learn a secret of Harry's. If so, what kind? Good or bad? Would it ruin our relationship or make it better.
"I know I've been acting strange lately, and I wanted to tell you why, but I was ... scared." He shifted his gaze to my face, and then away.
"Oh no. You don't like me too, do you?" I asked. I was so not ready to lose two relationships to something as silly as that.
Harry laughed. "No Ron, I do not. Don't take it personal or anything, but I'm just not into you."
I frowned at his mock sympathy. As if I liked him. Hah! "Then what is it?"
Harry's smile disappeared, and he looked serious again. I hate it when he does that. He took a deep breath and started speaking again. "The book I went into. I lied. There was no Prince, or King and Queen."
"Then what happened?" I asked frowning at him.
"Let me tell the story why don't you," Harry snapped. I shut my mouth and waited. He continued. "Okay. That night in the library, when I was looking for a good potions book, I found this one. It was very odd looking and very small. However, when I picked it up off the shelve. it felt like it weighed a ton. I was going to find you, because I thought it might be something else like Tom Riddle's diary, but I bumped my arm on the corner of a shelf and the book slipped from my hand. It landed open in front of me. I leaned down and peered into it. Then the book just sucked me in, a little like Riddle's diary, but I don't think I was in the past. In fact, I'm not sure I was in any time at all. Ron, I was floating through nothing. At least that's what it looked like.
"I couldn't see, hear, or feel anything at first. Then suddenly the dark went away and I was in the common room. I watched all of us form a plan to stop Snape from getting the Philosopher's stone. Then, all of us in the girl's toilets, brewing the polyjuice potion. And I saw Sirius trying so hard to make us understand. The only thing odd about these visions, was I didn't just hear what we were saying. I felt and heard other things. Like how scared you were, and angry while we were in the shrieking shack. I felt your anger at me during fourth year, when I became a champion. I had no idea, no idea how much everyone hates the way I am. I saw myself Ron, I saw how horrible I act to you and Hermione sometimes. How I'm always sad or angry. I wanted to be like you, Ron. I just want to be happy."
Harry hastily stood and turned from me. I could guess he was wiping away tears. I sat there in shock. How horrible. I looked down at my hands. I felt so bad, I could have almost cried myself. I might have, if I could have seen through Harry's eyes. With a small hope I reached for the best question I could think of. "Didn't you see anything good that we thought about you?"
Harry paused in brushing his hand across his face. "Hardly, but I didn't have a lot of time in there."
"Well, that's it then. Harry, I know I've thought of many good things about you while I've known you." I was just happy he didn't know everything I'd thought about him. What? I'm a teenager! "Harry, you're a great person really. I'm the one who should change. Look, I'm just jealous by nature, at least that's what Hermione told me once. Not to mention the fact that I'm hot headed. Look, you're my best friend Harry, and I don't want you to change. Not one bit."
Harry turned to me and gave me a weak smile. "Thanks Ron. That does mean a lot to me, but I still want to change. I just want to be normal. I want everything to be over with. Voldemort gone, stop wincing Ron. I just want some peace, and maybe a reason to be happy. A good reason, other than you, Hermione, and all of the other people around me."
He sat back down beside me. "Sorry for getting so worked up. I just had to get that all out."
I smiled reassuringly. "It's all right Harry, I understand. I understand." I paused and thought for a moment. Then with a final decision, I began speaking again. "Harry, there's something that I should tell you too."
Harry looked up from daze he'd fallen into. "What is it?" He asked curiously.
As I looked at him staring at me expectantly, I could feel my courage leaving me. A dozen thoughts popped into my head, giving me reasons not to tell him about Malfoy being the one Hermione had caught me with. He didn't really need to know. It wasn't that important. What if he decided to use it to get something from Malfoy? Thoughts like that invaded my mind, and I quickly answered Harry, "Nothing. It isn't important." I would need more time to let him know about this. And certain events to come, would give me the courage I needed to tell him. Certain events to come would scare me out of my mind.
I shrugged uncomfortably as I walked down the hallway. Harry was off talking to Hermione. I would have gone with him, but to tell the truth, I didn't have the balls. So, instead, I ended up wondering aimlessly around Hogwarts until dinner, or maybe until Harry decided to hang out with me some more.
I had spent maybe ten minutes in the common room, but that became boring very quickly, even with Seamus and Dean putting on another show, so I left. Not too long afterwards, I was walking down the cold, damp dungeon area. The possibility of running into Malfoy down there did not even occur to me. Too bad.
"Weasley, there you are. You are one hard redhead to track down, you know that?" I looked up to meet the grey eyes of my favourite Slytherin. Hah!
"What do you want, Malfoy? Haven't you ruined my life enough?" I glared at him. It was all his fault. I wasn't sure what, but it was. Hermione was too. Harry. All his fault. Had to be. Damn you Malfoy. I couldn't think of anything else then.
"No way, I have a long way to go before I'm satisfied." He smirked and traced a finger down my arm.
I grimaced. "Malfoy, I know you don't really want me. So, bugger off."
"Language, Mr. Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor. Oh, and another ten for stupidity."
I rolled my eyes, but had no chance to reply. Malfoy had grabbed my sleeve and was pulling me into ... somewhere. A door shut with a snap, and I was pressed against it, Malfoy's body against mine.
"There was ... someone coming," he whispered, breath tickling the curve of my ear.
I frowned. Someone coming? "I didn't hear anything," I said stubbornly.
"Shut up. I heard. You obviously have bad hearing." I felt his tongue dart out and trail down the hollow of my neck.
"M.. Malfoy, what do ... you..." I stopped talking when his body lost contact with mine. I frowned. Where had he gone? A thought sprang to my mind and I almost panicked. What if this was a trick? Damn, had I fallen for a prank? Then, my fears were 'almost' put at ease as lights came up all around the room. I blinked at the sudden loss of darkness.
Malfoy sat, in the center of the room, legs crossed casually. He smirked at me. "Coming?" Came the soft, sultry sound from his mouth. I shivered.
"I ... I think I'm fine over here, thanks."
He laughed. "Come on, Weasley. Don't be so shy. You have been in a position like this before, I'm sure." All the time he was talking, he was also slowly making his way over to me. I watched him with wide eyes.
"Er," was all I said. Embarrassing, yes, but it was all I could get out.
"Tut tut, Weasley. You still have your robe on, and your shirt. Oh, and look, those pants should go as well."
I blushed from the center of my nose all the way out to the back of my ears. His fingers found the hook on my robe, and he gracefully undid it. The robe fell to the floor. He had already forgotten it. I looked at him, his robe was gone as well. I decided that he must have taken it off while the room was dark.
With an unsurprising amount of experience, Malfoy's hands immediately went to my shirt next. He wrapped his fingers around the hem at the bottom and pulled the shirt up and off my head. "You know Weasley, you should really think about button-up shirts. I like undoing buttons."
I frowned at him. I did not think I would like undoing buttons. Wouldn't it get frustrating after about the third button?
He smirked up at me. "Weasley, I'm surprised at you. Don't you work out for Quidditch? Where are your muscles? Hmm, at least your not flabby. Eww."
I blushed at the sudden inspection of how fit I was. My Quidditch training wasn't any of his business, neither were my muscles. "Malfoy," I said slowly. I did not need this right now. "I ... I'll do whatever it is you want, just tell me what it is."
Malfoy looked slightly taken back by my words. His eyes widened slightly. "What? Whatever I want?" He smirked and leaned up to whisper in my ear. "Then have sex with me."
My pulse quickened slightly. That was when a possibility dawned on me. Maybe Malfoy really did just want to have sex with me. Maybe that was all there was to it. Damn my simple mind.
Heh heh. That's the end of the chapter. Sticks tongue out. Hmm, now that summer's here I'll have a lot more time to write. I guess that's why I'm gonna go ahead and give you all the next chapter. Enjoy ::grins:: Oh, remember to review or write me at Rebbiegirlmeyahoo.com. Thanks for reading.
-Rebbie
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Fairy land and it's book does :-p
CH.5 Truth in Life and Fairy Land
Upon entering the Common Room, I saw a concerned Harry comforting a flustered Hermione.
"Mione," I called out, rushing to them.
Harry looked at me, the confusion on his face magnified. Hermione looked mortified. She turned for the staircase, ready to run.
'Wait," I pleaded, "please just talk to me. I can explain."
"What is there to explain? If you'd like to snog in the middle of the hallway with someone like that, it's none of my business." I could have sworn she was shaking. Harry blinked and looked at me. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes wild and full of tears. Then, with a pained look, she fled up the stairs into the girl's dorm.
"Hermione wait!" I called to her, but she was already gone. I turned to Harry for help. "Do you understand what's wrong? Why is she so worked up?"
Harry's head swung to me from the staircase, where he'd been staring after Hermione. He was quiet for a time, then he slowly made his way to a seat facing the fire. He sat down and looked at me, motioning for me to sit beside him. I did. Harry then looked around, as if making sure the room was empty save for me and him. It was.
"Ron, Hermione came in here crying her eyes out. Now I couldn't make out everything she was muttering, but I did catch enough to know what basically happened. Ron, don't you know Hermione likes you? She has for a long time. Everyone thought you liked her too. Everyone thought you two were going to be the golden couple."
I felt like a cold hand had just wrenched my heart from my chest. I turned to Harry, who was staring the way Hermione had gone with wide eyes. "No," I said slowly. I had liked Hermione, in a way, for a little while. But how could I help not liking her now? It wasn't my fault what I was attracted to. Was it?
Harry sighed. "Ron, you kissing someone wasn't all I learned from Hermione while she was crying. I heard her say 'he' and 'him' a dozen times." I groaned. "It's not your fault if you just don't like her, but judging from what I gathered, that wasn't such a great way to find out."
I frowned. "I didn't mean for her to find me in that position. I didn't even mean to be in that position. H...," I hesitated, but then I realised Harry already knew now. So, what was the point of hiding Malfoy's sexuality? Oh gods! Hopefully, Hermione hadn't said who in her mutterings to Harry. I started again, "He just grabbed me."
Harry frowned and looked at the ground. "So, your not in a relationship then?"
"No, I'm not," I answered quickly, "not really ... maybe. Oh hell! I don't know. Everything's just, Ugh!!!"
Harry nodded. "I know what you mean. Ron, when you're feeling better, we should talk. You know, tell each other a few things. Maybe then we wouldn't fight so much. Secrets can put a major strain on a relationship."
I nodded absently, not really listening. Hermione liked 'me'!
I didn't really notice Harry leaving, but when I finally looked he wasn't there anymore. Damn! I felt like I had blown everything. Even Harry was probably pissed. What was I to do?
Hours seemed to go by before I actually got up from the spot on the couch to go to my dormitory room. Everyone else was already asleep, at least from what I could tell. Even Harry was breathing softly in a peaceful slumber. I was not sure I would get any sleep that night.
I lie on my bed for hours thinking about what had happened. Malfoy, Hermione, and Harry were all changing to him. Every relationship I had was turning upside down or inside out. Next thing you know, Percy was going to come to Hogwarts and tell me what a jerk he is, or kill me. Neither would be very surprising at the moment.
I turned on my side and pushed the thoughts out of my head as best as I could. Sleep was hard to find, but eventually my eyes shut and I drifted away from reality.
I slumped in my chair. Everything was going wrong, even Divinations class was worse than usual, and I hadn't known that was possible. Hermione hadn't talked to me all day, she had not even looked at me. Harry, on the other hand, was talking to me again, but he had been acting nervous for some reason I could not fathom at that time. Professor Trelawny made everything worse when she announced that the class would do a project involving revealing hints about your soulmate or future lover, something like that I believe. Personally the idea did not sound too appealing then; however, Parvati and Lavender were already giggling and whispering to each other excitedly. To my surprise, Harry grinned at the Professor's announcement.
To top every other bad thing happening in my life right then, there was Malfoy. The crude, inviting looks he had sent me during breakfast. How he thought grabbing my arse in the hallway was acceptable. I had endured just about enough, enough of everything and everyone.
As Professor Trelawny passed out the required equipment for the project, I discovered how easy my eyes could become unfocused and I could lose touch with the immediate reality. I sighed and lost myself in thought of the previous night. Malfoy had kissed me. Hermione was mad. Why? Oh yeah, she liked me. Hermione liked me! At least she was not in Divinations anymore. Malfoy grabbed my arse earlier. Harry was nervous. I couldn't figure that one out.
"Ron," I heard an urgent whisper by my side.
Then, immediately after I heard a louder voice. "Mr. Weasley, are you paying attention? You are supposed to be working. I cannot imagine what could distract you this much. Hmm, perhaps you've already found your lover?"
I blushed and ducked my head. Laughter rose around me. I looked up and Harry smiled sympathetically. "I tried to warn you," he said quietly.
I nodded and looked down at the material in front of me. "So, what do we do with this stuff now?"
Harry grinned and picked up one of the instruments. I shrugged. Anything was better than getting lost in thought again. Hell, what was I to do about Hermione?
After Divinations was over, I decided to forget all about my supposed future lover. What a load of bullocks! Brown hair and pink eyes. Who has pink eyes? And full breasts? Yeah right. At first I wondered if maybe I had done something wrong, but then I decided it wouldn't have been right anyway. Divinations was all fake, at least in my opinion.
So, after about ten minutes of watching Seamus Finnigan put on a show for the rest of Gryffindor, I hauled Harry up to the dormitory to get away from the noise. Harry had been reluctant to go.
Immediately after entering the room, I fell onto my bed without an ounce of grace. Harry slowly sat down beside me, hesitantly. I wasn't sure why then. He looked down at his feet and sighed. "Ron, we need to talk."
I was concerned, and I'm positive that it showed all over my face. "Is something wrong?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder in my version of comfort. I was finding out secrets about Malfoy and Hermione. Was I about to learn a secret of Harry's. If so, what kind? Good or bad? Would it ruin our relationship or make it better.
"I know I've been acting strange lately, and I wanted to tell you why, but I was ... scared." He shifted his gaze to my face, and then away.
"Oh no. You don't like me too, do you?" I asked. I was so not ready to lose two relationships to something as silly as that.
Harry laughed. "No Ron, I do not. Don't take it personal or anything, but I'm just not into you."
I frowned at his mock sympathy. As if I liked him. Hah! "Then what is it?"
Harry's smile disappeared, and he looked serious again. I hate it when he does that. He took a deep breath and started speaking again. "The book I went into. I lied. There was no Prince, or King and Queen."
"Then what happened?" I asked frowning at him.
"Let me tell the story why don't you," Harry snapped. I shut my mouth and waited. He continued. "Okay. That night in the library, when I was looking for a good potions book, I found this one. It was very odd looking and very small. However, when I picked it up off the shelve. it felt like it weighed a ton. I was going to find you, because I thought it might be something else like Tom Riddle's diary, but I bumped my arm on the corner of a shelf and the book slipped from my hand. It landed open in front of me. I leaned down and peered into it. Then the book just sucked me in, a little like Riddle's diary, but I don't think I was in the past. In fact, I'm not sure I was in any time at all. Ron, I was floating through nothing. At least that's what it looked like.
"I couldn't see, hear, or feel anything at first. Then suddenly the dark went away and I was in the common room. I watched all of us form a plan to stop Snape from getting the Philosopher's stone. Then, all of us in the girl's toilets, brewing the polyjuice potion. And I saw Sirius trying so hard to make us understand. The only thing odd about these visions, was I didn't just hear what we were saying. I felt and heard other things. Like how scared you were, and angry while we were in the shrieking shack. I felt your anger at me during fourth year, when I became a champion. I had no idea, no idea how much everyone hates the way I am. I saw myself Ron, I saw how horrible I act to you and Hermione sometimes. How I'm always sad or angry. I wanted to be like you, Ron. I just want to be happy."
Harry hastily stood and turned from me. I could guess he was wiping away tears. I sat there in shock. How horrible. I looked down at my hands. I felt so bad, I could have almost cried myself. I might have, if I could have seen through Harry's eyes. With a small hope I reached for the best question I could think of. "Didn't you see anything good that we thought about you?"
Harry paused in brushing his hand across his face. "Hardly, but I didn't have a lot of time in there."
"Well, that's it then. Harry, I know I've thought of many good things about you while I've known you." I was just happy he didn't know everything I'd thought about him. What? I'm a teenager! "Harry, you're a great person really. I'm the one who should change. Look, I'm just jealous by nature, at least that's what Hermione told me once. Not to mention the fact that I'm hot headed. Look, you're my best friend Harry, and I don't want you to change. Not one bit."
Harry turned to me and gave me a weak smile. "Thanks Ron. That does mean a lot to me, but I still want to change. I just want to be normal. I want everything to be over with. Voldemort gone, stop wincing Ron. I just want some peace, and maybe a reason to be happy. A good reason, other than you, Hermione, and all of the other people around me."
He sat back down beside me. "Sorry for getting so worked up. I just had to get that all out."
I smiled reassuringly. "It's all right Harry, I understand. I understand." I paused and thought for a moment. Then with a final decision, I began speaking again. "Harry, there's something that I should tell you too."
Harry looked up from daze he'd fallen into. "What is it?" He asked curiously.
As I looked at him staring at me expectantly, I could feel my courage leaving me. A dozen thoughts popped into my head, giving me reasons not to tell him about Malfoy being the one Hermione had caught me with. He didn't really need to know. It wasn't that important. What if he decided to use it to get something from Malfoy? Thoughts like that invaded my mind, and I quickly answered Harry, "Nothing. It isn't important." I would need more time to let him know about this. And certain events to come, would give me the courage I needed to tell him. Certain events to come would scare me out of my mind.
I shrugged uncomfortably as I walked down the hallway. Harry was off talking to Hermione. I would have gone with him, but to tell the truth, I didn't have the balls. So, instead, I ended up wondering aimlessly around Hogwarts until dinner, or maybe until Harry decided to hang out with me some more.
I had spent maybe ten minutes in the common room, but that became boring very quickly, even with Seamus and Dean putting on another show, so I left. Not too long afterwards, I was walking down the cold, damp dungeon area. The possibility of running into Malfoy down there did not even occur to me. Too bad.
"Weasley, there you are. You are one hard redhead to track down, you know that?" I looked up to meet the grey eyes of my favourite Slytherin. Hah!
"What do you want, Malfoy? Haven't you ruined my life enough?" I glared at him. It was all his fault. I wasn't sure what, but it was. Hermione was too. Harry. All his fault. Had to be. Damn you Malfoy. I couldn't think of anything else then.
"No way, I have a long way to go before I'm satisfied." He smirked and traced a finger down my arm.
I grimaced. "Malfoy, I know you don't really want me. So, bugger off."
"Language, Mr. Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor. Oh, and another ten for stupidity."
I rolled my eyes, but had no chance to reply. Malfoy had grabbed my sleeve and was pulling me into ... somewhere. A door shut with a snap, and I was pressed against it, Malfoy's body against mine.
"There was ... someone coming," he whispered, breath tickling the curve of my ear.
I frowned. Someone coming? "I didn't hear anything," I said stubbornly.
"Shut up. I heard. You obviously have bad hearing." I felt his tongue dart out and trail down the hollow of my neck.
"M.. Malfoy, what do ... you..." I stopped talking when his body lost contact with mine. I frowned. Where had he gone? A thought sprang to my mind and I almost panicked. What if this was a trick? Damn, had I fallen for a prank? Then, my fears were 'almost' put at ease as lights came up all around the room. I blinked at the sudden loss of darkness.
Malfoy sat, in the center of the room, legs crossed casually. He smirked at me. "Coming?" Came the soft, sultry sound from his mouth. I shivered.
"I ... I think I'm fine over here, thanks."
He laughed. "Come on, Weasley. Don't be so shy. You have been in a position like this before, I'm sure." All the time he was talking, he was also slowly making his way over to me. I watched him with wide eyes.
"Er," was all I said. Embarrassing, yes, but it was all I could get out.
"Tut tut, Weasley. You still have your robe on, and your shirt. Oh, and look, those pants should go as well."
I blushed from the center of my nose all the way out to the back of my ears. His fingers found the hook on my robe, and he gracefully undid it. The robe fell to the floor. He had already forgotten it. I looked at him, his robe was gone as well. I decided that he must have taken it off while the room was dark.
With an unsurprising amount of experience, Malfoy's hands immediately went to my shirt next. He wrapped his fingers around the hem at the bottom and pulled the shirt up and off my head. "You know Weasley, you should really think about button-up shirts. I like undoing buttons."
I frowned at him. I did not think I would like undoing buttons. Wouldn't it get frustrating after about the third button?
He smirked up at me. "Weasley, I'm surprised at you. Don't you work out for Quidditch? Where are your muscles? Hmm, at least your not flabby. Eww."
I blushed at the sudden inspection of how fit I was. My Quidditch training wasn't any of his business, neither were my muscles. "Malfoy," I said slowly. I did not need this right now. "I ... I'll do whatever it is you want, just tell me what it is."
Malfoy looked slightly taken back by my words. His eyes widened slightly. "What? Whatever I want?" He smirked and leaned up to whisper in my ear. "Then have sex with me."
My pulse quickened slightly. That was when a possibility dawned on me. Maybe Malfoy really did just want to have sex with me. Maybe that was all there was to it. Damn my simple mind.
Heh heh. That's the end of the chapter. Sticks tongue out. Hmm, now that summer's here I'll have a lot more time to write. I guess that's why I'm gonna go ahead and give you all the next chapter. Enjoy ::grins:: Oh, remember to review or write me at Rebbiegirlmeyahoo.com. Thanks for reading.
-Rebbie