Dear all I'm actually sitting here handwriting this on holiday in Spain -marvel at my dedication! lol. At the moment I am lying on my front on a sandy beach, surrounded by Spaniards, Italians and Germans, trying to get my back tanned. Now you are suitably jealous (mwahaha) I will continue with our tale.
last line of prev part (part 13 i think, I'm sure it wasn't 12. I have no idea. Hey, I'm sunbathing) –
I think it was: "from Harry."
lol cuz they were writing letters, Harry and Ron. The gist of it is, Mrs Weasley is going back to The Burrow, and Bill is filling her post at no. 12 and bringing Ginny with him. Expect some Ginny/Draco.
FLYING THE NEST PART 14-
It was half 12 in the afternoon. Harry considered getting down for breakfast and burrowed under the covers again.
"You sssleep longer than I do, ssslug-a-bed," said Limus reprovingly. Harry groaned and flung his pillow in the general direction of the chest of drawers. It hit the door, which opened and he screwed up his eyes against the hall light.
"Fuck off Draco and leave me alone," he said blearily.
"You have just insulted me on so many levels it's not funny."
Harry scrambled into an upright position and squinted at the figure in the doorway, fumbling for his glasses. "Hi, Ginny."
"Bill's downstairs talking to Snape. I think they're talking Order business cuz I had to 'bugger off'. Anyway, how are you? Stuck here with Malfoy, God. Where is he anyway?"
"Probably in the study opposite. He's always there. Er, Ginny, could I...?"
"Oh yeah, sorry you get changed, I'll...see you in the study."
Draco sat on the window ledge, looking down into the small, square courtyard below, which he puzzled over. it seemed rather ridiculous to him that the centre of no. 12 was an uncovered courtyard, surrounded by the formidable grey walls. Prowling round and round the relatively small space, though securely chained to an old well, was a hippogriff, who he recognised immediately as Buckbeak. This annoyed him no end. He was just wondering how far he could lean out before hurtling to his death and becoming Buckbeak's lunch, when he heard movement behind him.
"Weaselette."
"Malfoy." Ginny leaned against the doorframe. Draco took in her muggle jeans, cut off just below the knee to make pedal pushers, her slightly threadbare "God Save The Queen" Sex Pistols t-shirt, and a pair of Converse All Stars boots, which were navy blue.
"Been at the second hand bins, Weaselette?" said Draco, insulting her out of habit, his lip curling. Instantly regretting it, he awaited her comeback. She gave him a long look.
"Sorry to hear about your mum."
Shit. Now he felt bad. "Right." he fumbled for some cigarettes, reflecting proudly on the charm he'd found for refilling the packet. "Want one?"
"Sure." Ginny entered and seated herself cross-legged on the large desk. She took the proffered stick. They lit up. "Malfoy? Don't you dare tell my mother."
"It's Draco. Malfoy's a load of crap."
"Just Draco. What, like Circe? Or Merlin?" Ginny giggled good naturedly. (NB- I wanted to put, 'what like Cher or Madonna, but they wouldn't know these ...idols.) Draco smirked.
"Circe maybe. Reckon Merlin was a big old fraud."
They laughed, slightly awkwardly. Draco cleared his throat. Ginny looked at him for a moment and exhaled a column of smoke. There was a pause.
"Got an ashtray round here?"
"Yeah. Yeah I usually use this old saucer..."
"Morning."
Thank God, an interruption. Harry shuffled into the study, shutting the door behind him. He stared at the unlikely sight of Draco and Ginny laughing and smoking together.
"It's afternoon, Potter."
Harry grunted and slid down the door into a sitting position. Ginny smirked and stubbed out her fag. "Bad night?"
"Scar. Agony." muttered Harry dully. The smiles dropped off Ginny and Draco's faces.
"You'd better tell Snape," said Ginny, springing off the desk to crouch next to him. Draco chucked the butt of his ciggie out of the window, hoping it would strike the hippogriff below. "Harry?" Ginny suddenly shook his arm urgently. Harry mumbled something incoherent, before a violent, very sudden shaking fit took him.
"Shit!" exclaimed Draco, leaping off the window sill.
"You stay with him, I'll get Snape or someone..." Ginny yelled, already out of the door. Draco rolled Harry onto his back. Whereupon he promptly began to scream blue murder, writhing and twisting. Draco froze. He recognised the symptoms of torture using the Cruciatus Curse. He was still hopelessly staring as Harry unconsciously clawed at his scar, when Snape entered and unceremoniously shoved him away from the victim. He fell against Ginny, who gripped his arm in alarm. He glanced at her and she blushed sheepishly before releasing him.
Harry ceased to scream and began to breathe heavily before quietening and eventually awakening, his eyes apparently having trouble focusing. Snape beared over him. Harry blinked, trying to concentrate on the prominent nose. Lupin and Hortense rushed into the room, almost knocking over Bill, who was hovering in the doorway holding a small phial of restorative potion just in case.
"Potter, if you don't speak I swear to-"
"Bellatrix Lestrange is dead."
end of part 14 I will get on with part 15 soon I promise but now I must sleep. Please Review.