A/N: Umm, sorry about chap 6 ... that was my first draft .. i accidentally deleted my other one so chap six sort of sucked.
=[ sorry. I hope chap seven and on will interest ya'll better. Thank you! =] _-THeDoRKuLaToR-_
Draco/Phil, Ron and Harry
"WELCOME! Welcome Mr. Phagus to my humble ::hiccup:: abode." Harry slurred the words out while spitting on Draco.
"Yes, very ... erm ... nice. And the names Magus, not Phagus." Draco pushed the drunken Harry and fixed himself up.
"Oh, sooooorry, Mr. BIG man-who-needs-his-name-pronounced-right." Ron waved his hands and pushed passed Draco. Draco was more so back to normal. He looked at the tiny infested home and made a disgusted face.
"HEY! This is my house! I bet you live in something muuuush wersh." Harry hissed from the floor.
"I happen to live in a three floor mansion with 12 rooms on each floor, a two floor library, 3 cars, servants and I have so much money I need two vaults." Draco raised his nose up in pride.
"See ... wersh!!" Harry began to laugh and fell asleep on his floor. Draco sighed and walked over him to study the rest of the house. It was disgusting. Falling apart everywhere. Mold and rotten wood. Roaches and there was stuff in some places that you would never guess what it was. Draco was about to vomit. He has never been in such a horrid place in his life. He wanted to scream and run out of there. But he knew he had nowhere he could go to be safe. If he tried to go to the wizarding world, he would be caught. Being so popular and all.
"Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry! Get to the bed!" Ron screamed in Harry's ear. He merely sighed and rolled over on the ground.
"Well, he isn't coming back anytime soon." Ron, being a professional drinker, if there is such a thing, was acting normal.
"Sorry. Mr. Magus. I know who you are. My ex admired you. 'Oh, why can't you be succeesful like his is? Why can't you be active like his is? Why can't you dress like he dresses?' Whole load of shit like that. Thanks! Cheers!" Ron chugged the rest of the wine in the bottle. He threw it and it shattered in the bathroom.
"Your ex has wonderful taste." Was all Draco said. He just stood in place for 20 minutes. Not wanting to touch anything or be touched by anything. Ron just sat on the corroded couch staring at him.
"Can't stand there all night."
"I can and I will."
"Roaches will think your a new piece of furniture and climb up you." Ron laughed and pointed at the floor near Draco's feet. Draco made a disgusted sound and jumped up and tried to kill the giant roach on his pant leg. Ron began to laugh senselessly.
"Yes, I would figure you'd find that amusing. You disgusting little piece of sh ..." Ron lunged.
"Don't you dare. I have been called worthless, a pig, mindless, hopeless, drunken bastard, scumbag, hand-me-down mother fucker and shit all my life. I ain't sure to hell going to be called no shit by some 'four star' top of the charts, nosy gay ass rich man." Ron had him by the collar.
"Hurts to hear the truth you little shit." He said that last word very carefully. Ron threw him on the floor and took a knife from the kitched. Draco coward in fear his back to Ron. Ron took him up by his ponytail and slice. Cut his ponytail off.
"Fucking Pansy. I wansn't going to do shit." Draco didn't hear what Ron said, being shocked by his new haircut, and shouted,
"I never fucked that blonde shit head." Ron turned around.
"What the fuck are you shouting about you dick?"
"Don't pull that. I heard what you said. You said 'fucked Pansy'. I hate that bitch. I should track her down and have my men kill her."
"Who the fuck ........" It hit him like a ton of brocks. He had a feeling that Philip Magus was now, well was always, Draco Malfoy. Pansy, Pansy. Pansy Parkinson. Had a thing for the ferret. There was rumor that he fucked her and got her pregnant.
"Pansy Parkinson? This week sucks ass now! Get the fuck out of here, Malfoy!" Ron picked him up and flung him out the door. But he made it back in. And of course, wanted answers.
"What did you just call me?" Draco held the door open and stared at Ron square in the eye.
"I called you ... " Ron realized he had said Malfoy but could not think of an excuse.
"You called me Malfoy. You know who I am!" Malfoy pushed Ron back and closed the door.
"There is no way you are Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"If I wasn't I would be away from here." Draco continued staring at Ron. "How could I MISS IT?! He was calling you Ron and you where calling him Harry. So Potter and Weasley are shagging once again. Surprise, surprise."
"And Draco Malfoy is an asshole once again. Surprise, surprise."
"I want answers and I want them NOW!"
"Ya, guy. If I had them, I'd give them."
"What the fuck? You don't know?"
"Didn't I just say that, you prick."
"So what? Is that whore Granger here? Or how about that chicken shit Longbottom? Seeing as to how they are in the same predicament."
"Don't you dare speak of Hermione like that. And you owe Neville your life!"
"I DON'T OWE ANYONE! THEY ALL OWE ME! I HAVE GIVEN MY ALL TO MAKE THIS PLACE GREAT!"
"WITH WHAT? HOTELS AND SPA'S FOR THE RICH, TO GET RICH?! PEOPLE GAVE THEIR LIFE FOR YOU! WE PROTECTED YOUR WORTHLESS ASS! AND YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE OWING YOU BECAUSE YOU GAVE THEM VACATIONS FROM JOBS THEY DON'T EVEN DO THEMSELVES?!! HOW DARE YOU!" Ron punched Draco right in the face. He went tumbling to the floor. Ron looked at his fist and smirked. He picked Draco off the ground and started shaking him and punching him.
Draco managed to lock his legs around Ron's big body and tumble him over. In his head he has always wanted to do that. Only in a different manner. When Ron was on his back, Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Suddenly, Ron looked like Ron to him. And Draco looked like Draco to Ron.
"Nice to see your face again, Weasel." Draco actually meaning this.
"Sorry, I can't say the same to you." Ron flipped Draco back onto his back and held him down. That is when it turned really weird. Ron was sitting atop Draco, holding him down as best he can, when he felt something beneath him. Draco had a weird face on. To himself, this is what Draco was thinking,
"Tonight's the night! I can't believe I found him. All these years. Still gay, and hot. OH, GOD. I just ... tsssh ... I wanna stick him so badly." Without realizing Draco made a face showing what he was feeling. The buldge in his pants got tighter underneath Ron. He felt it poking at him, enticing him. He sat there a bit, that realized and jumped off.
"Shit! NO!" He knew he wanted it. Seeing how Harry was knocked out, he would never know.
"Weasly, you know you want it. I saw you, you want it bad. You know you always wanted a little Malfoy in you. I am better than Potter anyway. You know you want the dick of a powerful man in your mouth, the juices of a rich man on your lips and tongue and the strengh of 10 men pushing at you 50 times a minute! Because you see Weasly, Potter was not the only person in your life that wanted you. Wasnt it obvious, or are you that thick? I loved you..." He ended his speech on a light note. Ron just looked at him amazed. He attacked him again, but instead of hitting him, he yelled. Then the yells turned into passionate kisses.
"How dare you! How dare you treat me like that then come here years later, saying you love me. WHAT, did you actually think I would love you back? Did you actually think I would leave Harry for you? I hate you!" Draco pressed his lips to Ron's. His grip loosened a bit but then he realized what he was doing and tightened it.
"I never knew you where so strong. So dominate." Draco smirked and was breathing hard. Ron felt the buldge in his pants get big again. He looked over at Harry still knocked out cold on the broken couch. He could fuck
=[ sorry. I hope chap seven and on will interest ya'll better. Thank you! =] _-THeDoRKuLaToR-_
Draco/Phil, Ron and Harry
"WELCOME! Welcome Mr. Phagus to my humble ::hiccup:: abode." Harry slurred the words out while spitting on Draco.
"Yes, very ... erm ... nice. And the names Magus, not Phagus." Draco pushed the drunken Harry and fixed himself up.
"Oh, sooooorry, Mr. BIG man-who-needs-his-name-pronounced-right." Ron waved his hands and pushed passed Draco. Draco was more so back to normal. He looked at the tiny infested home and made a disgusted face.
"HEY! This is my house! I bet you live in something muuuush wersh." Harry hissed from the floor.
"I happen to live in a three floor mansion with 12 rooms on each floor, a two floor library, 3 cars, servants and I have so much money I need two vaults." Draco raised his nose up in pride.
"See ... wersh!!" Harry began to laugh and fell asleep on his floor. Draco sighed and walked over him to study the rest of the house. It was disgusting. Falling apart everywhere. Mold and rotten wood. Roaches and there was stuff in some places that you would never guess what it was. Draco was about to vomit. He has never been in such a horrid place in his life. He wanted to scream and run out of there. But he knew he had nowhere he could go to be safe. If he tried to go to the wizarding world, he would be caught. Being so popular and all.
"Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry! Get to the bed!" Ron screamed in Harry's ear. He merely sighed and rolled over on the ground.
"Well, he isn't coming back anytime soon." Ron, being a professional drinker, if there is such a thing, was acting normal.
"Sorry. Mr. Magus. I know who you are. My ex admired you. 'Oh, why can't you be succeesful like his is? Why can't you be active like his is? Why can't you dress like he dresses?' Whole load of shit like that. Thanks! Cheers!" Ron chugged the rest of the wine in the bottle. He threw it and it shattered in the bathroom.
"Your ex has wonderful taste." Was all Draco said. He just stood in place for 20 minutes. Not wanting to touch anything or be touched by anything. Ron just sat on the corroded couch staring at him.
"Can't stand there all night."
"I can and I will."
"Roaches will think your a new piece of furniture and climb up you." Ron laughed and pointed at the floor near Draco's feet. Draco made a disgusted sound and jumped up and tried to kill the giant roach on his pant leg. Ron began to laugh senselessly.
"Yes, I would figure you'd find that amusing. You disgusting little piece of sh ..." Ron lunged.
"Don't you dare. I have been called worthless, a pig, mindless, hopeless, drunken bastard, scumbag, hand-me-down mother fucker and shit all my life. I ain't sure to hell going to be called no shit by some 'four star' top of the charts, nosy gay ass rich man." Ron had him by the collar.
"Hurts to hear the truth you little shit." He said that last word very carefully. Ron threw him on the floor and took a knife from the kitched. Draco coward in fear his back to Ron. Ron took him up by his ponytail and slice. Cut his ponytail off.
"Fucking Pansy. I wansn't going to do shit." Draco didn't hear what Ron said, being shocked by his new haircut, and shouted,
"I never fucked that blonde shit head." Ron turned around.
"What the fuck are you shouting about you dick?"
"Don't pull that. I heard what you said. You said 'fucked Pansy'. I hate that bitch. I should track her down and have my men kill her."
"Who the fuck ........" It hit him like a ton of brocks. He had a feeling that Philip Magus was now, well was always, Draco Malfoy. Pansy, Pansy. Pansy Parkinson. Had a thing for the ferret. There was rumor that he fucked her and got her pregnant.
"Pansy Parkinson? This week sucks ass now! Get the fuck out of here, Malfoy!" Ron picked him up and flung him out the door. But he made it back in. And of course, wanted answers.
"What did you just call me?" Draco held the door open and stared at Ron square in the eye.
"I called you ... " Ron realized he had said Malfoy but could not think of an excuse.
"You called me Malfoy. You know who I am!" Malfoy pushed Ron back and closed the door.
"There is no way you are Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"If I wasn't I would be away from here." Draco continued staring at Ron. "How could I MISS IT?! He was calling you Ron and you where calling him Harry. So Potter and Weasley are shagging once again. Surprise, surprise."
"And Draco Malfoy is an asshole once again. Surprise, surprise."
"I want answers and I want them NOW!"
"Ya, guy. If I had them, I'd give them."
"What the fuck? You don't know?"
"Didn't I just say that, you prick."
"So what? Is that whore Granger here? Or how about that chicken shit Longbottom? Seeing as to how they are in the same predicament."
"Don't you dare speak of Hermione like that. And you owe Neville your life!"
"I DON'T OWE ANYONE! THEY ALL OWE ME! I HAVE GIVEN MY ALL TO MAKE THIS PLACE GREAT!"
"WITH WHAT? HOTELS AND SPA'S FOR THE RICH, TO GET RICH?! PEOPLE GAVE THEIR LIFE FOR YOU! WE PROTECTED YOUR WORTHLESS ASS! AND YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE OWING YOU BECAUSE YOU GAVE THEM VACATIONS FROM JOBS THEY DON'T EVEN DO THEMSELVES?!! HOW DARE YOU!" Ron punched Draco right in the face. He went tumbling to the floor. Ron looked at his fist and smirked. He picked Draco off the ground and started shaking him and punching him.
Draco managed to lock his legs around Ron's big body and tumble him over. In his head he has always wanted to do that. Only in a different manner. When Ron was on his back, Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Suddenly, Ron looked like Ron to him. And Draco looked like Draco to Ron.
"Nice to see your face again, Weasel." Draco actually meaning this.
"Sorry, I can't say the same to you." Ron flipped Draco back onto his back and held him down. That is when it turned really weird. Ron was sitting atop Draco, holding him down as best he can, when he felt something beneath him. Draco had a weird face on. To himself, this is what Draco was thinking,
"Tonight's the night! I can't believe I found him. All these years. Still gay, and hot. OH, GOD. I just ... tsssh ... I wanna stick him so badly." Without realizing Draco made a face showing what he was feeling. The buldge in his pants got tighter underneath Ron. He felt it poking at him, enticing him. He sat there a bit, that realized and jumped off.
"Shit! NO!" He knew he wanted it. Seeing how Harry was knocked out, he would never know.
"Weasly, you know you want it. I saw you, you want it bad. You know you always wanted a little Malfoy in you. I am better than Potter anyway. You know you want the dick of a powerful man in your mouth, the juices of a rich man on your lips and tongue and the strengh of 10 men pushing at you 50 times a minute! Because you see Weasly, Potter was not the only person in your life that wanted you. Wasnt it obvious, or are you that thick? I loved you..." He ended his speech on a light note. Ron just looked at him amazed. He attacked him again, but instead of hitting him, he yelled. Then the yells turned into passionate kisses.
"How dare you! How dare you treat me like that then come here years later, saying you love me. WHAT, did you actually think I would love you back? Did you actually think I would leave Harry for you? I hate you!" Draco pressed his lips to Ron's. His grip loosened a bit but then he realized what he was doing and tightened it.
"I never knew you where so strong. So dominate." Draco smirked and was breathing hard. Ron felt the buldge in his pants get big again. He looked over at Harry still knocked out cold on the broken couch. He could fuck