So!! I just recently finished reading all of Naruto (up to chapter 226) and have fallen back in love with SasuNaru because of the INCREDIBLY slashy positions they're in during chapter, I believe, 219 or 218. Either one of those. So! If anyone has some SasuNaru, I'd be MOST happy to read it! In fact, I have a SasuNaru lemon that I wrote last week and if anyone wants to read that, drop me a line and I'll get it to you.
Point 2!! Eyes of the Angel (for any of you that follow it) is being killed by that infernal disease named Writers Blocked. I have about a page or so write of the next chapter, but that's it. I've even gotten help with it and still can't work it out. This is what I get for procrastination. sigh
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related to Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Goddess J.K.Rowling who will hopefully soon bestow us with Book Six. Freesia op.2 doesn't belong to me either. It belongs to my beloved Gackt, of whom I just found nekky pics. swoons like the fan girl she is coughs Anyway, this fic is done solely for fun and no profit is being made off of it. In fact, I'm losing money doing this and not working.
Warning: OOC!Draco. Will be Draco/Ron slash. They are going to have sex, but that'll come after they get together, which isn't in the close future, unfortunately.
sniff Next update will be during the new school year.
Freesia op.2 by Aloh Dark
Third Chapter
By the time his house arrest was over, Draco had finished a composition he'd been working on for months, and just started the violin complement.
His mother was throwing a beginning of summer party with all her friends and their families. The women were wearing ball gowns and the men tux's. It was all very old fashioned and everyone seemed to love that theme.
Outside the giant glass windows of the ball room, rain was pouring down with no signs of ever stopping. It was only the beginning of the ball, since it was still only early evening, and no one was dancing since dinner had not yet been served. The women were in groups about the dance floor, chatting. The men were all in side gaming rooms where Lucius was reigning in some sort of gambling game or another. And to Draco displeasure, groups of chattering girls and boys of his age were also in attendance in the ballroom.
Draco himself was standing in the galley where the musicians were setting up, staring down at all of the party goers.
"You've got the looks of someone who's dreading going down but dreading what will happen if you don't." A feminine voice said from behind Draco. Draco turned and looked at a girl a few years older than himself, tuning a violin. "If it's not too bold for me to say so."
Draco shook his head no. "My mothers parties are not my favorite things, no." Draco watched her pull her instrument from its case and lay in across her lap. "A Viviendo I see."
The girl smiled proudly at him. "It's been in my family for generations. It still has its original finish too." She said, holding it up to him to see.
Draco reached his hands out to grab it, but waited for her nod before taking it. He held it up to the light and cast an inspecting eye over the whole of it. "I heard it said that he mixed his own blood into the finish of every one of his violins." He comments as he handed it back to her. "Wither or not that's true, that is a remarkable instrument."
"Perchance you will still have that assumption after a few solo's during the ball." She said. Then she smirked. "That is, if you stay found, Sir."
Draco gave her a half-smile. "I will have to stay found for one solo, in the least." He gave her a nod as he left.
Draco managed to avoid having to play friendly host until dinner, when he was forced to join the guest for an early dinner. His mother had situated his seat to be surrounded by pretty, available, pureblood girls. He sarcastically bless her soul as he forced a smile to them all, already hating the party.
By the end of the meal he had a migraine and his face hurt from forcing so many smiles. At that moment, he could gladly slit his own throat if it meant just even a moments rest. Unfortunately that rest was sure to never come as he was forced to speak with all the children his age, like a good host. When he was finally done, he grabbed himself a wine glass and hid himself in a sitting room off the ballroom. It was there that he was found.
Draco was leaning against the window frame, swirling the wine glass between his fingers before taking a sip. He was staring into the night sky, completely oblivious to the world as he thought of what he could be doing instead of attending the ball.
"Draco Malfoy?" A soft, high voice asked from behind him.
Draco turned to face a girl about his age standing just inside the doorway. She had dark red hair and naturally pale features. Her face was heart shaped and her lips slightly pouty. Her nose was small, and delicate. Her eyes were a soft, sky blue that seemed to open up to her very soul. Her small, curvy frame was wrapped in a blue dress that accented her eyes and hair with lace around the edges. The neck of her dress hung low and showed an ample bosom while still keeping her decent.
"Yes?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow.
She smiled shyly at him. "Our mothers sent me to find you. They wish you to lead the next solo. I believe it's a violin solo."
Draco decided that it wouldn't do well to refuse, not if he wanted to keep playing the part he'd set up for his father the past week. He bowed to her and smiled. "It would be my honor." He told her.
Her eyes began to twinkle. "Good because I would've had a time dragging you from this room."
"Did they suggest you do that if I didn't come?" He asked as he tucked her arm into his.
"By your hair, no less." She replied. Draco laughed softly with her as he lead the way back to the ballroom.
Draco could help but be amazed by the violinist's solo. It was the same girl he'd talked to earlier and her Viviendo was amazing. It was a truly beautiful instrument that held a magic all its own. Bianca, the girl he danced with, turned out to not have an ear at all for music. So Draco's wonder at the instrument wasn't understood.
When Draco returned to the room he'd previously holed himself up in with another glass of wine, he was surprised to see his father.
"Father." Draco greeted. "Why aren't you out enjoying the party."
"Because you are in here like a recluse." He said coldly.
"I don't like balls." Draco said with a shrug. "I never have, you know that."
"I do not care if you like them or not, you are not to hole yourself up in here! You are ruining your image! And mine!" Lucius snapped.
Draco took a sip of wine and felt his migraine return full force. He knew his father was drunk from the way he was acting. His father was vicious when he drank. "Father, I am not going back out there."
"Yes you are! I will drag you out there kicking and screaming if I have to! You will play your role!"
"And if I don't want to?" Draco snapped his eyes blazing. He realized suddenly that he had had too much wine and wouldn't be able to hold his tongue. "And if I'm sick your goddamn roles? What then?!"
"Don't you dare take the tone with me!" Lucius snapped. "You will act as you are supposed to! You are the heir to the Malfoy throne!"
"I don't want it!" Draco screamed. "I don't want a throne built on lies and prejudice!"
Lucius glared at his son. "You lucky we have guest." He hissed. "I wouldn't hesitate you Crucio you where you stand otherwise."
Suddenly Draco's anger faded as he faced his father. He realized his father would do it if there were no guest around. But in that same instant, he saw a weak man. A weak man that was desperately holding onto something falling quickly from his grasp. Like water running through his fingers. The formidable man before him was suddenly weak and holed on all sides.
Draco shook his head and looked away. "If I am inquired after, tell them I am suddenly indisposed." And with that, Draco bow himself out and made his way to the garden gates.
Draco walked across the garden paths through the rain. His head didn't know where it was going, but his feet did as he stopped before the stables. His feet carried him down the long aisle and towards a loving gaze.
/My love, what is it?/ Fwella asked softly. /Aren't you supposed to be at the ball?/
Draco slid through her stall door and threw his arms around her neck. She slowly sank to the floor and pulled him down with her.
"I can't." Draco whispered. "Not anymore. I don't know why. But I can't." He told her brokenly.
/Can't what?/
"Do this. Go on acting like this. I don't know why. But I'm so sick of it. So sick of it all."
Fwella could tell that the boy was on the edge of tears. She didn't know what had just happened at the house. She didn't even know what had happened at the school the past year to make him so tense and sad. But she could feel the loneliness coming off of him in waves since the moment he'd gotten back to the Manor.
/Come love. Lets take to wing. It doesn't matter if it's raining. The fly will do us good./ She goaded him up and onto her back. They walked out of the stall and into the corral. There, with the rain softly falling on them, she took flight.
Draco didn't know how long they'd flown for, or when he'd fallen asleep. But he knew something was wrong from the moment he'd woken up because of a lighting flash. Fwella screamed and jerked back, bucking him from his seat. She seemed to notice he was slipping against her wet fur as he tried to hang on. She flew as fast as she dared towards the ground to make it that much safer in case he did fall. Once he thought he'd had a strong hold, thunder shook the air and his grip. Seemingly slowly, his fingers lost their grip and he fell to the ground.
When he landed it was with a sickening jolt and the mud sucked him to the ground. He moaned as he lay in the mud, trying to get his bearings. His left leg was throbbing with pain and his right arm was twisted painfully. He shifted and released the pressure on his arm, but only increased it on his leg. His ankle was where the pain seemed to be radiating from and he couldn't move it without gasping in pain.
Fwella was flapping uselessly above him. She knew that the moment she landed, she wouldn't be able to help Draco back onto her without getting into the mud too, which would only pin her down as well.
/I'll be right back!/ She said fiercely and flew out of Draco's limited sight.
It seemed like an eternity before he heard feet sliding through the mud towards him. He knew he should recognize the flaming red hair but he couldn't place why. Arms placed themselves under his arms and legs as they pulled him out of the mud. He was carried by two people towards what he could only assume was a house.
When he was carried into the house, he saw Fwella uncomfortably squished into the corner of the room. He noticed that he was in a kitchen and there was a warm fire burning in the fireplace.
"Shit, he's caked through!" A familiar voice said from around his head. He was laid on a table and he realized with a start the voice was that of Bill Weasley. Draco groaned when he realized where exactly he was. He was about to say something when he yelped in pain. His ankle had made a friend out of the table very roughly.
"Careful Ron!" Bill admonished. "Now go get some warm blankets while I get him out of these cloths." Draco's head rolled to the side and he stared straight into the eyes of Fwella.
Draco realized that he'd passed out. He only realized this since he'd just woken up in a disgustingly orange room with warm blankets surrounding him. It took him a moment to realize the door was open and there were people outside talking.
"Others are gone, eh?" He recognized the voice to be Bill.
"I can't say." Ron, he knew, he'd recognized Ron's voice no matter the circumstances. "But I guess so. I don't think I'd want them here though."
"Good thing they're gone the next few days then." Bill said. "Now, I'm going down to tell Fwella he's alright and sleeping. You go watch him."
"But why does he have to be in my room?" Ron asked.
"I told you! You have the most comfortable bed. And it's the safest room in the house. I wouldn't trust Percy's or the Twins because of the twins. And we can't put him up in Ginny's room. Mum and Gin have placed countless privacy spells on it."
Draco heard Ron sigh and footsteps descending down stairs. A minutes later the door opened and let in light from the hall before closing again. It took Ron a minute or two to notice that Draco was awake.
"Awake?" Ron asked cautiously.
"Seems so." Draco said. He tried to sit up but when he accidentally moved his ankle, pain shot through him.
"Stop that!" Ron said as Draco hissed between his teeth. "You sprained it in the fall. You'd've probably broken it if not for the mud."
"Oh ode to sodden dirt." Draco snapped angrily. He didn't handle pain well.
"Of course it'd've been better if you'd broken your skull in your fall." Ron shot back.
"Sod off Weasel! I'm in no mood!" Draco snapped. He gritted his teeth against the pain and pushed himself into a sitting position.
"You are such a bastard." Ron told him angrily.
"No, sorry, that insult doesn't apply." Draco felt sweat beading on his forehead but ignored it as he shifted against the pillows. "My parents were married when they had me."
"Why did you have to drop out of the sky and into my yard?" Ron asked.
"Ask Fwella why she bucked mid-air while I was on her bareback." Draco was quickly losing patience's with Ron because of the pain.
"Fwella was talking about you last week." Ron said. He'd already connected two with two.
"I know." Draco said, he was becoming exhausted.
"She called you some names, you know. Doesn't it feel great to know not even a Pegasus likes you?"
"I'll have you know that she'd only said that because I was on her back and yelling at her. She was only teasing me."
"You weren't there." Ron said.
"Really?" Draco asked. "Ask your brother then. He knew I was there."
"Bill would have said something if you were."
"You sure? Are you really positive about that?" Draco asked, hoping that Ron would unwittingly take the bait.
"I'm positive!" Ron replied.
Draco gave him a small smile. "Only fools are positive, Weasel."
"Fwella says to call if you need her for anything. And that she'll be back in a little while because she's going back to the manor." Bill cut in, effectively stopping any argument that would have escalated.
"Why is she going back?" Draco asked.
"To let your father know that you fell but you're going to be okay." Bill replied.
"She shouldn't have bothered." Draco muttered. "I told father to tell the guests I was suddenly indisposed. He'd surely have told the guests by now."
"Guests? You ran away during a party?" Ron asked, surprised.
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes. I left during the middle of a party." Draco said coldly.
Bill looked between the two boys during the exchange. "Ron, watch over him. I'm going to bed." He turned and shut the door after him. When Ron tried to open it and call Bill back, he found it to be locked.
"Damn it all to hell and back!" Ron muttered as he let go of the door and looked at Draco.
"Locked in, are we?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well, might as well make the most of it. Grab me some parchment, a quill and ink, will you?"
Ron wanted to say no but he couldn't. "Why do you want them?" He asked as he walked around the room, picking up the items.
"I have something stuck in my head that I need to jot down before I forget it." Draco said, taking the items from Ron.
"What are you going to write?"
"Nothing you'll understand." Draco started to write down music notes, not needing the scale on the paper. He knew where everything had to go by heart.
Ron thought that Draco had said it to be mean, but soon realized he meant it as truth. He sat beside Draco as he wrote and could only vaguely recognize what Draco was doing.
When Draco was finished writing, he dropped the quill and shook his hand. He gave a studied eye over the piece. In his head he played the violin using the notes he'd just written. He didn't notice he was humming until Ron told him so.
"What?" Draco asked.
"I said I like the song you were humming." Ron said again. All of the sudden he noticed how close he was sitting to Draco. He quickly got up and walked to the window.
"Yes, well, it proves that you'd like it. It's trash." Draco said snidely.
"Of bugger off!" Ron said angrily. "Put that stuff on the night stand. I'm turning off the lights. I don't care about you, but I'm tired and want to go to sleep."
Draco set aside the things in his lap, giving Ron a smile. "One question. Where do you plan to sleep?"
Ron looked about the room and realized what Draco was talking about. There was only one bed and Draco was in it. There wasn't anywhere else in the room suitable for sleeping on. He made up his mind at Draco's smile the he wasn't going to get the best of him.
"On the bed, of course. It's big enough for both of us." Ron said smoothly as he shut his light off. He knew his way around his room by heart so navigating it in the dark was easy. He changed into his night cloths by feel and dropped his cloths from the day before into the hamper.
Draco's heart skipped a beat and began to pump twice as fast when the bed shifted. Ron shifted in the bed as he settled down for the night.
"By tomorrow, the poultice that Bill put on your ankle will have taken affect. You'll be as good as new then." Ron told Draco. "For now, good night."
'Good-night indeed.' Draco thought as he listened to the sound of Ron's breathing slow. He was all too suddenly confused and on edge from being in a room he didn't know. Reluctantly he shut his eyes and tried to slow his beating heart. It took a while before it worked and then he drifted into sleep.
It was a long time before Ron actually fell asleep. He realized that his skin was far too aware of Draco being less than a hands span away from him. He was in tune to every breath and shift Draco made.
Laying in the dark like he was, Ron was forced to finally admit something about himself to himself. And that something made in entirely difficult for Ron to get to sleep.
AN: announcer voice And the Thank You goes out to…!!!
Faint Hate!!!!! I'm glad you like. Heheh, yes, denial is something he's very very good at. You'll see how good Ron is later though. Hehehe.
I Heart DM 11!!!!! Yay! Another review!! You have no idea how much I like Fwella. She's the evil, manipulative older sister that you can't help but love. ..Or something like that.
Mydracomalfoy!!!!!! I love Fwella too!! Aw! I hope you're still not sore after all this time! But I know how much a pain practices can be. My swim season starts soon and that's gonna be a pain in the butt. I'm so out of shape from all the sitting at the comp and reading fanfics I've done this summer. Yes, Draco spies on Weasley's, he does. Not that he'll admit it though.
ElvenGirl2!!!!!! Heh, running isn't important. It's seeing and being able to move a mouse that's important. Virginia was awesome, it always is. Love ya too!! Bye!!
Yuuri Asakura!!!! Heya Yuuri!! Oh thank you! I love this story a lot too. Heheh, just wait a few more chapters and you'll get the beginnings of the goods. Sorry to tell you that this fic they're gonna go slow for a while. Even with the incredibly long (for me) chapters. Lol, heheh, Ron/Draco is fun, ne? Hope that this wait hasn't made you angry. Maybe once school starts and my life becomes more structured I'll be able to update every two-three weeks instead of every three-four. Hmm… Gonna have to start planning a plot if I do that. .;
And of course, THANK YOU!!! To everyone that's read this fic without reviewing! I love y'all even though I don't know who you are!!!!